Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 468 Wild Wolf vs. Moon Wolf (Please subscribe)
"Horus, come face me!!"

"Today, let's settle the accounts!"

Leman Russ's piercing roar echoed throughout the empty interior of the Vengeful Spirit. No ceramsite steel, adamantium, or other obstacles could diminish the wolf king's psychic roar.

The Sons of Horus within the coverage area of ​​the sound waves only felt that an unprecedented ferocious beast was approaching them. No matter how elite the warriors were, they could not always wipe away the fear when facing the Wolf King guarded by a pack of wolves.

That was the Primarch's natural suppression of his inferiors. The former Luna Wolves and Space Wolves, the two legions symbolized by wolves, were now engaged in a brutal fight against each other.

There were continuous loud noises of boarding, which were the result of all the Thunderhawk gunboats, Stormbirds, boarding torpedoes and assault boats of the Space Wolves Legion risking their lives.

Leman Russ's heart was bleeding. The entire Sixth Legion was already in a half-crippled state, and now all his efforts had been burned out.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the Space Wolves Legion is close to destruction, and no one knows how long it will take to recover to its former glory.

Russ didn't even need to count the number of people. Just by listening to the noisy voices and footsteps, and the slightly different growls, he was able to tell which wolf cubs had successfully landed.

The 3rd, 7th and 12th Companies successfully boarded the Vengeful Spirit. They were the lucky ones and had the honor of fighting Leman Russ to the death.

As for the other Wolves, most of them had died in the explosion in the void. The anti-fighter and anti-vehicle fire could easily annihilate the battle-hardened Astartes.

The wild wolves were very clear about their fate. Although the Father of Genes had never forced them to die with him, no one refused the invitation of the God of Death.

They gladly raised the poisoned wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The Heracles Fenr was venting all its anger on its former sister, and the enchanting purple void shield of the Spirit of Vengeance was becoming weaker and weaker under the bombardment of the Queen of Glory.

The ferocious missiles released by the Thunderhawk gunboats tore through the explosion-proof compartments of the Spirit of Vengeance, preparing for the boarding troops to arrive.

Of course, this preparation was tailor-made for Leman Russ. Regardless of whether the Wolf King was willing or not, the Wolf Guard's greatest responsibility was to save the Primarch from a situation where he was doomed to die.

The Spirit of Vengeance is burning under the fangs of the raging Space Wolf. Every step of Leman Russ reveals cold calculation. The former barbarian of Fenris has finally torn off his disguise and revealed his true self.

They have only one goal: to kill Horus!

The wild wolves showed perfect division of labor and cooperation, and the most elite wolf pack followed the footsteps of the Wolf King to hunt down the Warmaster.

Some Wolves equipped with heavy weapons went to destroy the arsenals and ammunition depots on the battleships to prevent the enemy's support from arriving on time.

To Leman Russ's surprise, the number of Sons of Horus on the Spirit of Vengeance was not that large, probably only a few thousand.

This may be related to the environment inside the battleship, where the warp and the real universe have become blurred. Even the Sons of Horus cannot avoid flesh and blood mutations and mental pollution in such an environment.

Bol's Longfang Squad broke into the ammunition depot. They skillfully killed those strong armed servitors. The enemy's firepower was extremely fierce. A single salvo could daze the Space Wolves. Even with the protection of adamantium armor, they could not escape the threat of death.

However, they are not too difficult enemies. The servitors are too stupid. Once the Astartes are prepared, they will hardly be threatened by these stupid things with their nerve reaction speed.

The battleship's ammunition depot is designed in a hexagonal honeycomb shape. Countless huge pieces of hard metal isolate the dangerous ammunition, so that even if an accident or explosion occurs, only a small part of the cabin will be destroyed.

The wolves had placed powerful melta bombs in each hive. The terrifying explosions, coupled with the tight timeline, reduced even the wolves that didn't have time to escape to ashes. However, the bloodthirsty wolves simply howled in bursts, eagerly welcoming death as long as their mission was accomplished.

As Leman Russ listened to the howling of different wolf packs coming from his ears, the progress of the decapitation operation against the Spirit of Vengeance in his mind was gradually advancing.

He was able to tell which branch of the wolf pack was progressing well and which areas were encountering tough problems.

The Wolf King's personal order spread throughout the communication channel, directing the dwindling number of wolves to go to the corresponding places.

Bjorn followed his Primarch. He was a very young Wolf Guard. To the veteran guards, he was just a rookie.

However, this clever and agile wild wolf was appointed by the Wolf King to join the guard so as to better convey the orders from the leader of the wolves.

"Haha, if I go back alive, no one will look down on me anymore!" Bjorn killed a Son of Horus with his lightning claws and cut off his head.

"A rookie will always be a rookie!" the old wolf at the side taunted, and then blocked another enemy's fatal attack on Bjorn's back, "Don't be distracted, kid!"

The interior of the Spirit of Vengeance was littered with corpses, and the blood of a large number of mortal crew members had flowed into pools of blood. The broken flesh and bones seemed to be torn and devoured by demons, and the death was extremely miserable.

"Damn it, this was done by the Sons of Horus themselves. They didn't even spare their own people."

Leman Russ's nose can smell what happened in the past, and he can even magically build a corresponding model in his brain based on his sense of smell.

The Wolf King led his assault troops towards Horus' throne room, which was where Horus was most likely to stay, but the closer they got there, the fewer enemies Leman Russ encountered.

In the end, only the mortal slaves and crew members were left to fight back desperately, and then they were easily killed by Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus.

"What the hell, the space inside the battleship is distorted. The real Queen of Glory is not so huge." Leman Russ cursed. He noticed the abnormality of the space.

Just as the Warp defies space and time, the interior of the Vengeful Spirit can hardly be described as normal.

Rune priests seek help from the power of runes, and they follow the guidance to guide the wolf pack.

The evil forces here are trying to corrupt the Rune Priests, but Fenris's rune psionic system has shown extremely strong resistance, and the Wolf Priests have stood firm against the corruption.

The characteristics of the Spirit of Vengeance were becoming more and more biological. They could even feel that the place they were walking on was no longer a hard deck, but the stomach of some giant, wriggling sea monster.

It trembled and ached for the damage the wolves had done, and attempted to lead the invaders to a dead end with more forks and disguises.

The Spirit of Vengeance attacked everyone indiscriminately, including the Sons of Horus. Leman Russ saw that a Son of Horus that was half submerged in the deck seemed to have been partially eaten. The ship was plundering greedily.

The rude wolves destroyed the tooth-like explosion-proof doors with hot melt bombs. What appeared in front of them was a wide road. Under the road was an abyss hundreds of meters deep. Some kind of poisonous strong acid liquid was emitting a foul stench, tormenting the wolves' sense of smell.

Leman Russ stopped cautiously and used his psychic power to blow away the black fog in front of him. Finally, in the darkness, the three Contemptor Dreadnoughts emerged from hiding.

(End of this chapter)