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Chapter 176 Cats and Dogs Are Incompatible (5k views, please give some monthly tickets to the kid if you have any)

Huhu——

The biting wind, carrying ice crystals, howled sharply at the narrow alleyway.

Almost the instant the space wolves rushed into the shadows, the entire darkness began to twist and writhe like a giant beast awakening, and the mottled rust on the walls gleamed with a blood-red light in the dim light.

Alm's nostrils twitched slightly, and beneath his gray eyebrows, his sharp eyes narrowed into slits.

"how many people?"

He asked in a low voice, his rough fingers unconsciously rubbing the handle of the power axe.

"About a hundred people."

The wolf priest's voice seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his chest, and the frost that had formed on his heavy shoulder armor fell off with each word.

This number made all the soldiers gasp for breath.

The number is slightly smaller, but these are AlphaRes—

Each head will be a precious offering to the Father, a supreme honor to be snatched from those arrogant cousins.

"More than I expected."

Alm lowered his long-bearded chin, his heavy wolf-skin cloak fluttering as he ran. He deliberately slowed down by half a step so that the young warriors could keep up with his pace.

The wind blew by, carrying with it the sound of a rapid heartbeat.

The young wolves unconsciously tensed their shoulders, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down.

This was more intense than countless battles before, because it concerned their honor in front of their cousins.

"Ok?"

The dull metallic clanging echoed through the narrow corridor, the vibrations from the power armor pounding against the bulkhead making the air vibrate. A Dark Angel walking through the corridor suddenly stopped, his eyes beneath his helmet scanning warily toward the source of the sound.

Alm's lips twisted into a sinister smile, his gray beard stained with droplets of undried blood.

He ignored the other party's attempt to raise a gesture of peace, and the scarlet battle axe slashed down with a whooshing sound.

"The wolves."

Phew!

The axe blade sliced ​​the enemy's upper body in two, and with a twist of the wrist, it tore him apart.

The unloaded plasma bombarded his chest, leaving only a shallow gash.

Alm immediately turned around, slashed the ambushing enemy to the ground, and then crushed the damaged armor and head together with his iron boots.

"kill!"

"Ow—"

The melodious howls of wolves echoed through the cabin, carrying far into the distance, sending a chill down the spines of all the Alphas.

"Hahaha, kill!"

Redmane's laughter boomed like thunder in the corridor. His massive body nimbly circled around to his father's side, his white fangs gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Just as the 'Dark Angels' reached for their explosive pistols at their waists, before their fingers could even pull the trigger, several gray figures pounced out of the shadows, the wolves' power claws already tearing through the air.

As the emperor's gendarmes, the Space Wolf has a unique olfactory memory imprinted in its genes.

Alm's nostrils flared slightly as he precisely detected the faint scent of disguise amidst the stench of blood. The Alpha Warriors' unique ability to disguise was as conspicuous as a torch in the night to them.

Now that the prey's identity has been confirmed, any hesitation would be a desecration of the entire father.

The wolves dispersed in unison, surging into each cabin like a real wolf pack.

Redmane's power axe hummed hungrily as he cleaved an enemy who was trying to raise his gun in two at the waist.

In the next compartment, the young Wolf was pressing his knee against his enemy's chest, his power gauntlets repeatedly slamming into the enemy's twisted helmet.

Faced with such a sudden attack, the 'Dark Angels' organization began to crumble. Some members abandoned their comrades and quietly retreated, their power boots making a sticky sound as they stepped into the blood-soaked ground, silently lurking into the shadows.

True to their legion tradition, Hydra members always choose to hide rather than die honorably in times of trouble.

"Yes, that's how you run, until we find all of you."

Redmane grinned and swung his battle axe. A flash of cold light, and the enemy in front of him was instantly cut in two.

He crouched like a true Fenris wolf, deliberately slowing his pursuit, using the heavy thud of his power armor to drive away the fleeing Dark Angels.

tick~
Blood dripped from the axe blade as he twitched his nose, trying to catch the crimson footprints left on the metal floor.

These stray dogs will lead the wolves to find more hidden prey.

But just then, his wolf ears keenly caught a sharp whistling sound coming from the air.

woo-

He looked up, his amazing eyesight allowing him to see small grenades flying towards him from the end of the road.

Imperial standard grenades, commonly used by Stormtroopers, have varying power depending on the explosive charge. Many Chaos Space Marines, overconfident in the power bestowed upon them by the gods, fell victim to these weapons.

The Iron Priest will familiarize each new recruit with all the weapons he has ever seen and teach them how to deal with them.

Memories flashed through my mind like lightning, and that rough voice seemed to ring in my ears again. Those weapon identification lessons that took place in the monastery cellars had now become instinctive.

His muscles reacted before his consciousness could react, and the power armor's servo system emitted a rapid hum.

He charged forward into the face of the explosive shells. The terracotta armor sparked blindingly from the close-range fire. A shell pierced through his chest and abdomen, but Redmane used the momentum of his charge to tackle two Alphas to the ground.

In the instant before the explosion, he suddenly exerted force with his strong waist, tumbling with two enemies towards the corner of the wall.

One of the Alpha warriors' combat knives had already pierced his abdomen, the blade scraping against his reinforced bones with a teeth-grinding sound.

boom!
The grenade exploded at point-blank range.

The shockwave sent Redmane flying, the shattered terracotta fragments clattering like raindrops. When he struggled to his feet, all he could see was blood red, and the ringing in his ears was accompanied by the sharp buzzing of the power armor damage alarm.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, his palm covered in sticky blood—half of an enemy's remains still hung on his power backpack.

Click.

Redmane expressionlessly pulled out the combat knife embedded in his waist, letting the muscle fibers at the wound contract and stop the bleeding on their own, and continued to keep up with the group.

A mere fatal wound, which might cause some Astartes to die from excessive blood loss, is hardly a serious injury to the Space Wolf.

However, Redmane also became much more cautious, avoiding close combat and instead using explosives to provide fire support to his comrades, relying on precise firepower to create breakthroughs for his charging brothers.

Seeking survival amidst death, yet reason still remained within this madness.

"not bad."

In the shadows, the Dark Angels' observers stood motionless like statues, their eyepieces gleaming as they took in every detail of the battlefield.

Kai tapped the hilt of his sword lightly with his fingertips, the metallic clanging sound particularly clear in the silent passage.

"After ten thousand years, Ruth's descendants not only picked up some of the etiquette and humanity they had abandoned, but they also retained the savagery and cunning in their blood."

Kai said this, and his comrades beside him were already used to this outspoken knight.

They have a million ways to deal with these wolf cubs, after all, the asymmetry in numbers, combat experience, weaponry, and information is undeniable.

Don't you see that Hydra, which also contains thousands of veterans, was caught off guard by the wolf cubs? It's simply a matter of information gaps.

Of course, all of this is ultimately thanks to the First Legion's brilliant planning.

"Watch the battlefield. If any wolves can't hold out, we'll need to step in."

Zabril whispered a reminder, then quickly entered the battlefield.

In other compartments, some of the seriously wounded or defeated Space Wolves received support from the Dark Angels.

These space wolves will be delivered first to the banquet hall that His Highness has arranged for them.

After a humiliating defeat, he could only survive thanks to the help of the Dark Angel. He could only watch the smile on the other's face and the party invitation with a humiliated expression, and head to the banquet hall in a state of confusion and resentment.

Just looking at it gives you a secret sense of satisfaction.

How come we never noticed before that the Space Wolf is resistant to gentle persuasion but not force?

Recalling Arthur's orders, Zabril's admiration for the prince grew even stronger.

As the First Legion, it was our duty to clean up the mess left by these reckless juniors.

In the past, they always dragged me into their fighting and biting, and I almost forgot the dignity I should have.

Your Highness understands; this is the way of a civilized person.

With a burst of fire that took Alpha away, a long spike popped out of Zabril's gauntlet and pierced directly into the wolf lying on the ground, almost dead.

This is a type of therapeutic agent developed by the Great Sage Kaul in collaboration with His Highness after obtaining sufficient samples. It can rapidly promote stem cell generation and repair damaged organs after being injected into the bones. The repair effect is extremely remarkable; as long as the central nervous system is not permanently destroyed, it can basically save the patient. It can be considered an external Belisarius furnace.

The side effect is a shortened lifespan; a single injection is enough to consume nearly a hundred years of a firstborn Space Marine's lifespan, so ordinary people cannot use it. There is also a recovery period of about one week.

Two injections in a row and the person is almost dead.

With a chuckle, Zabril patted the space wolf on the shoulder, hoisted him onto his back, and headed towards the banquet hall.

You can't expect someone to lose their life just to do work.
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The passageway was filled with the rustling sounds of battle cries, and the signature battle howls of the wolves echoed almost throughout the entire bridge.

Despite the series of explosions, the Dark Angels continued their work quietly, seemingly unaffected by the chaotic battle taking place on the ship.

"These arrogant fools!"

The heavy documents obscured his figure, forming a C-shape along the outline of the desk, clearly blocking out the sounds from the outside world, Hydra couldn't help but curse inwardly.

A hunt that happened without warning, but the Dark Angels had already completed the notification and preparations, and those who were caught up in it were all Alphas.

Countless images flashed through Hydra's mind.

Amidst the constantly flashing lights, the subtly changing inscriptions, and the recently concluded oath-taking ceremony.

Numerous factors hinted at a sudden attack from wolves, but these newcomers were completely unaware of it.

Hydra knew that the Dark Angels knew the secret that Hydra had begun its infiltration, and that these Dark Angels were using these undercover agents in return.

The appearance of the Space Wolf also foreshadowed this.

The Dark Angels are systematically eliminating these unstable elements that have infiltrated the organization.

He had considered reminding his colleagues to try to understand the ciphers and the communication methods of the Dark Angels mysticism.

As is well known, the Primarch of the Alpha Legion has always encouraged his offspring to 'think for themselves,' so those who believed more in their own existence naturally listened to their company commander.

As you hear.

They 'clearly knew' their duties, 'understood' the secrets of the legion, and knew that the company commander was untrustworthy.

Therefore, they would rely on their own abilities to infiltrate the organization rather than follow the orders of a chaotic traitor, in order to avoid falling into the trap set by the other party.

"All gone."

Hydra felt a bit numb, not because she felt sorry for these traitors.

The main problem is that he has spies among these chaotic traitors, and he doesn't yet know what secrets their evil master holds. Now that the trail has gone cold, things will be very difficult.

"Moreover, this ship is no longer safe to stay on; not only is its composition complex, but now it's also been invaded by space wolves."

The complex composition naturally fragmented Alpha's power. Apart from its own confidants, the rest tended to infiltrate various organizations. The sudden expansion alerted the Dark Angels, which led to the launch of this annihilation operation.

And going forward, similar extermination operations will never cease.

Because the Dark Angels also know very well that when you find a group of Alphas, then you are surrounded by Alphas.

'As expected of the First Legion.'

Hydra stared at the confidential documents in his hand, which contained the true identities of many members of the "Son of the First Return" organization in Dalian, as well as the solutions for their handling.

Some were spared, but those who went too far, such as those who attempted to infiltrate Steelwing, were secretly executed.

He has penetrated deep into the upper echelons and gained the trust of Zabril, the Lord of the Steel Wings, which is why he is able to access these classified documents.

The Dark Angels generally avoid handling various documents, preferring to monitor them, and they are deliberately forcing Alpha to assist in handling government affairs.
Hydra quickly analyzed the Dark Angel's actions, already having a general framework in mind.

'This can be used as a tool.'

He had already devised a way to unite more Alphas. It didn't matter if he was exposed, as long as he could transfer these Alphas to government work, the Dark Angels would tolerate it.

The Wings of Dawn are not at peace, as the Dark Angels have been trying to challenge Romulus's authority because he usurped the power of the Knight Lord.

Alpha was the object of their exploitation.

'However, I cleverly seized upon this point and completed the layout in advance.'

Hydra couldn't help but feel fortunate that she had arrived early, having completed the transfer to the higher-ups before the internal problems of the Dark Angels were resolved.

The next step was to develop communication within each religious order, and then build the framework for the apothecary system, which was apparently called the 'Angels of Redemption'.

By placing the confidential document, composed entirely of a broken background and everyday text, into the shadows, Hydra began to plan her next course of action.

'Everything for the survival of humanity.'

He thought so.

hula-

The passing Pentagram Order's Grand Master took away the approved documents and began reviewing them.

"Ah."

After sensing the other person's thoughts, he nodded in satisfaction.
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the other side.

The red-maned figure, covered in blood, stared blankly at the scene before him.

The war is over, ending in a resounding victory for the Space Wolves.

This place is a lively banquet hall.

The bronze wine jugs shimmered with an amber glow in the firelight, forming a winding array along the long oak plank table, like a nine-headed serpent slumbering in the banquet hall, being devoured by the guests.

On the antler rack hanging on the wall, the bull horn cups are arranged according to the emblems of the various cities of Fenris today. The emblem depicting a greedy giant jaw is inlaid with raven obsidian, while the emblem depicting a sun-devouring giant wolf is made of fiery red gemstone.

In front of the wolves were their company's wine glasses, glasses they had left behind at another banquet.

Each spot belonging to the Bloodstained Warrior was laden with sumptuous food. On the gilded silver trays, the head of an unknown behemoth had its eyes inlaid with frozen berries, its fangs hung with frost, and the cups were stained with beeswax.

Beneath the wine glass, the silhouette of the Howling Moon Wolf was clearly revealed.

Fenris Champions Dalian.

Champions Dalian, led by Wolf King Logan.

Redmane sniffed.

The scent of wood wafting from the fireplace reminded Redmane of a tavern outside the Blackwood tribe that had left a deep impression on him when he was young.

It is fully equipped, everything is already in place, and every detail reflects the culture of Fenris, while at the same time it has not lost the confidence of the First Legion.

The dark angels stood among them, still adhering to the etiquette of their respective orders, communicating with the wolves, while mortal servants moved among them, beginning to serve the angels delicacies.

They built a platform for Fenris and then used their own culture to entertain the wolves.

wow~
Damn it, I've been tricked!

A roar erupted from Redmane's heart as he met the eyes of the dark angel who had led him to this place.

The smile in it was so glaring.

He may be impulsive, but he's not stupid!

Moreover, how could the victorious Space Wolves obediently follow in someone else's footsteps?

He was brought here after being knocked down!

Everything was under the watchful eyes of these mysterious cousins, including his honors and his victories, all bestowed upon him by these dark angels!
angry!

Redmane dropped eight Alpharis heads, which his mortal servants quickly picked up and placed in front of the Ironclad Terminator power armor engraved with Uvam Redmane's name.

The decoration is very simple, just a coat of ice-blue paint, as if it is waiting for its owner to add a symbol of glory to it.

In addition to the Terminator, there is also a set of MK10 power armor perfectly suited for the eldest son Space Marine, as well as a series of matching equipment, including the power axe and lightning claws that the wolf cubs love most.

"Humph!"

The enraged giant strode to the seat where his nameplate was displayed.

This is pure provocation, isn't it just an attempt to showcase your impeccable, dark angel-like style?!

So insulting!
But then again.

Red Mane observed the various figures on the table.

His own sworn father was drinking with a lord named Zabril, while the wolf priest was conversing with a dark angel who was completely hidden inside a robe.

Some wolves were peeking out and showing off the newly healed wounds on their robes, boasting loudly about something, while others were drinking alone, their faces full of shame.

A familiar female soldier came to his side and poured him a full glass of wine.

Red Mane withdrew his gaze, casually grabbed a large piece of meat, and then took a vicious bite.

Really fragrant.

(End of this chapter)