Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Ronald was sneaking in the shadow of the abandoned container. He knew the virtues of those space wolves. They liked to be hunters and hunted. It happened to be the same for him. After feeling the violent trembling of the ship, he realized that the Space Marines who did not use fixed-point teleportation did not have any Terminator to help them complete their mission.

After smearing a few symbols that could amplify the fluctuations of the soul, the demons who were busy killing each other headed toward the group of warriors that exuded the stench of wolf. However, the delay time of those demons was much shorter than Ronald estimated. He had not laid a trap in such a short period of time, and the weapons reserves on his body were not enough to eliminate an entire group of Space Marines.

He could feel that the strongest old hunter had successfully been attracted to him. Now he only needed a few precise explosions to make the whole place more chaotic, and then he would use his saved blood to smear new runes and escape. How could a lone wolf in a pack survive a siege?

Ronald's sense of evil was stimulating his head and his head throbbed continuously. He subconsciously rolled over quickly and turned around to aim and shoot.

Several rounds of explosives exploded at Ronald's original position, causing metal shards to scratch his armor and spattering tiny sparks. He could see the icy blue figure of the Space Wolf moving between sheds and containers, approaching him quickly, suppressing his movements with precise and terrifying bursts of fire.

"What an astonishing hunting speed!" The detonator in his hand was pressed, and the bombs buried in fragile nodes exploded instantly. The structurally damaged houses collapsed one by one under artificial gravity and collided with each other. The collapsed objects were accurately calculated and created a series of The destruction is like a domino being pushed gently.

Pieces of collapsed building debris blocked White Claw and Ronald. The aroused choking dust mixed with the mixed clouds and mist created by the broken pipes made their detection instruments lose their due effectiveness.

Ronald, who hid in the wreckage, quickly used a blasphemous dagger to stain the blood of innocent people and carve rune seals on the wall to attract demons. He had to use it before the old wolf could smell his own scent with his enhanced dog nose. A sea of ​​demons drowned him.

The sound of climbing and running passed into Ronald's helmet. The angry-sounding White Claw didn't want to think about any hidden problems at all. He was like a furious wolf king, staring with blood-red eyes and slurping. Bloodthirsty fangs pounced on the prey that had fooled him.

As the last stroke of the painting was completed, the blasphemous wind of the subspace blew outward from the center of the rune, blowing the soul fluctuations of the two people to farther places. The demons in every corner of the bottom of the ship felt the delicious soul fluctuations and rushed toward the ruins of the living area.

"Now, I have to survive from this madman."

"You are here! Traitor!" White Fang's figure was wrapped in the air current and the smoke that had not completely dissipated, and rushed towards Ronald.

The frost battle ax collided with the blasphemous chain sword, and the decomposing position continued to shatter the chain sword like blood-stained teeth. However, the demon residing in the chain sword was drawing power from the subspace all the time. to repair the chainsword.

White Fang raised his foot and kicked Ronald directly in the chest.

The force of this kick was so great that it separated the two from the sword stalemate, and also left an obvious dent in Ronald's breastplate.

"It is indeed a dog. It likes to bite and kick people, right?"

"Let's see how bad-mouthed you can be."

Seeing White Fang raising his hand, Ronald pulled out a thick metal plate from the pile of metal ruins beside him and put it in front of him. A burst of hot plasma melted the metal plate in front of him into a pool of red molten metal. flow. Ronald took advantage of the situation and threw the molten flow towards White Fang, and then quickly fled backwards.

White Fang pursued him again with his frost ax in hand.

The two chased each other in the ruins. Relying on superhuman physical strength and excellent agility, White Fang was able to follow Ronald closely and never lose his target; but Ronald, who continued to draw power from subspace, also remained With astonishing speed, he was able to dodge White Fang's plasma shots while maintaining a distance between them.

"Victory is coming. I can already feel a demon with amazing power approaching." Ronald could already imagine the joyful scene of White Fang draining his blood and dying for the Corpse King.

But a heavy brass sword came out from behind the wall and directly struck Ronald's running figure. The long sword pierced through Ronald's entire body, leaving him completely unable to move. The sharp edge of the sword perfectly avoided all the vital points of Ronald's body that could cause death, leaving him in the agony of being unable to die. .

Cruel and contemptuous laughter came softly, "What a coward! A coward deserves a coward's death!"

"Ahhhh! No!! No!!!"

The brass sword ignited flames and burned Ronald's seriously injured body. Those slender arms composed of flames and blood formed on the surface of the long sword, re-smearing Ronald who had been reduced to ashes on the long sword. On top of the sword.

White Fang stopped and looked at the big hole made by the flying sword.

The demon with two pairs of huge horns jumped out of the hole. His thick armor and huge body gave him an astonishing weight. He fell to the ground fiercely, leaving behind a pair of sheep's hoof-shaped footprints embedded in the iron plate.

There is a bright red flame between the horns on his forehead. The armor on his body looks like it is cast from magma, with irregular and fine scorching textures, and its edges are decorated with brass. The armor was covered with huge blood-stained iron awls, and the bone wings behind him spread out arrogantly, covering White Fang in the shadow of his huge body.

"A Daemon of Khorne? Fenris, this prey is worth fighting for."

White Fang, who was not frightened by the terror of the Great Daemon of Khorne, instead had a stronger fighting spirit. Such terrifying and powerful enemies were not common. He had been using such powerful enemies to put him on guard for nearly a hundred years. How could White Fang not be extremely excited if we didn't meet him?

He swore that he would defeat this damned evil for the glory of the Emperor, Leman Russ, and Fenris.

"I will soak your head with blood." The big devil drew out his brass sword with one hand and took the lead in attacking.

A fierce slash knocked White Fang away, and the unstoppable force even caused severe pain in his modified arm.

The big demon vibrated its wings and flew towards White Fang while cleaning up the ruins with a big sword in hand. The big demon didn't like the piles of metal blocking his sword-wielding arm.

Every blow of the demon was powerful and heavy. If White Fang hadn't been experienced enough in close combat and could rely on his battle ax to continuously deflect the power of the sword, he would have been unable to sustain it for so long. But with such a continuous onslaught, it was only a matter of time before White Fang was cut in half.