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

The towering monastery fortress that pierces the sky like a fang in the frozen mountains is the center of the Space Wolves Chapter's activities, the Fang.

Wolffang

This fortress built on the highest peak of the Central Mountains of Asaheim, the only geologically stable continent on the entire planet Fenris, may be the largest fortress built since the palace fortifications on Holy Terra. Such a massive fortress has an exaggerated height that penetrates Fenris' atmosphere, providing a docking point for orbiting spacecraft and allowing rapid access to the planet's surface without suborbital transportation.

The exterior is made of thick armor plates, and behind the armor plates is an exaggeratedly thick mountain rock layer. The power of the void shield carried inside the fortress far exceeds that of any Imperial warship. Large laser cannons hidden between the cold winds and mountains can destroy any ship that comes within range of Fenris. The history of these laser cannons is as old as the Space Wolves Chapter, and they have witnessed countless years with them.

But this powerful and magnificent fortress with countless honors and history of the empire is no longer the prosperous scene it once was. The fortress, tailor-made for an entire Legion, had grown too large to be tamed in the face of the Space Wolves Chapter that had gone through the Horus Heresy and ten thousand years of fighting. Even if a large amount of space and areas within the fortress are sealed, the Space Wolves' current number of warriors still cannot guarantee patrols and inspections of the remaining areas.

In the Hall of the Alpha Wolf, which is filled with beast skulls and battle flags symbolizing the glorious past of the Chapter, the Alpha Wolf who has led the Space Wolves to countless glorious victories and is highly respected by the pack of wolves - Logan Grimnar sits. Standing on the stone seat in the center of the hall, he looked at the rune priest in front of him with a solemn expression.

"You know your status is very important, right? The history of the war group and the epic of heroes still need you to pass on."

"I understand my responsibilities, but I also understand the weight of this prophecy."

The fragments of Wodehouse's prediction reappeared before his eyes again. What did he see?

He saw Armageddon, and saw a huge Orc warlord ravaging the world that belonged to the empire while laughing wildly.

He saw those Dark Eldar buried deep in the disgusting world of Commorragh deep in the Webway, where countless Dark Eldar xenos drained the blood of the Empire's loyal soldiers in their chambers of torment filled with spikes and poisons.

He saw far away at the edge of the Holy Emperor's star torch, a new alien force was preparing to move on the edge of the empire, tempting batch after batch of people of the empire into the dead scam.

He also saw the Cadian Fortress world, saw the Blackstone Fortress like an eight-pointed star of chaos, and saw the tragic scene of the Cadian world falling apart, with the Space Wolves and Dark Angels all serving the Emperor.

But he also saw another possibility, an Astral Army sergeant. Holding a power sword with a faint blue light in his hand, he bravely called on his soldiers to charge with him on the desperate demonic battlefield. The advancing figures of the Astra Militarum passed through the soul of Wodehouse's prophecy. Faced with anger towards the Emperor's enemies and shame at their own cowardice, they sent out their bayonets without any regard for the safety of their own lives. A huge portal appeared on the battlefield out of thin air. Wodehouse could no longer see the shadow in front of the portal clearly, but he could still clearly see the actions of the Astral Army sergeant and his soldiers.

They rescued batches of besieged Astra Militarum warriors, Battle Sisters, and Space Marines, and led them to eliminate traitors and evil spirits. More and more soldiers saw their performance on the battlefield and moved closer to them, forming a chaotic but determined steel army.

In the last part of the prophecy, the roar of loyalty for the Emperor resounded throughout the battlefield. The brave sergeant and his soldiers were like a tenacious nail, nailed in front of the portal under the doomsday wave of chaos. position. After the last army successfully evacuated from the portal, the huge door of hope was instantly closed, leaving only the loyal people who cut off the rear for the entire army. Cadian was once again transformed into a ball of lifeless gravel and dust under the baptism of doomsday artillery fire, and Wodehouse's soul, shocked by the battlefield, was able to escape from the prophecy of the fragments.

He knew that he had to push the prophecy towards its second ending, even though most experienced psykers would not do anything to help the prophecy come true after knowing it. But the price of the first ending Wodehouse observed was too heavy to bear. The elite squads of several battle groups, including the Space Wolves, Dark Angels, and Black Templars, were destroyed in Cadian. A huge rift tore through the entire galaxy split the empire into two. Such a dark future would be enough to bring disaster to this country that has been corrupted for centuries. After a fatal blow to the empire for ten thousand years, the billions of humans will be doomed by the evil god's tricks.

After finishing the prophecy, the worried Wodehouse ignored rest and recovery and quickly found the alpha wolf Logan to express his thoughts. He wants to leave for Armageddon immediately and try to move his destiny as close to the second ending as possible.

Logan Grimnar silently pulled out a parchment scroll that seemed to have just been written and handed it to the anxious and serious Wodehouse.

The scroll was written with a distress message that made the latter feel cold all over. A large greenskin fleet attacked Armageddon.

"Is this in your prediction?"

"......"

Silence was the best answer. Logan seemed to have understood what Wodehouse meant. He lay back and leaned on the uncomfortable-looking stone seat, "I will let you go, but I I will change your purpose of going out. After all, the fewer people who know about prophecies, the better. Kaiser White Fang is preparing to train the cubs that the war group has just absorbed. You and he will support Armageddon, nominally. Just say that after completing the mission, we can train warriors with psychic talents in the Blood Claw, so that not many people will have doubts."

After saying that, he called in a servitor who wrote the document. After quickly writing, an order to solve the problem of the orcs in Armageddon was handed into Wodehouse's hands.

Without too many thanks or courtesy, Logan watched Wodehouse disappear at the end of the Wolf Hall.

Even if he didn't come to tell him these terrible prophecies today, Logan still felt deeply uneasy about the current state of the empire.

Although the Empire's battles and sacrifices have never stopped for more than ten thousand years, the Space Wolves have long been accustomed to the urgency of rushing from one battlefield to the next without any breathing space. However, the number of calls for help and alarms has been so high in recent years, and the scale of the enemies we face is getting larger and larger. It's like a cheesy script that keeps cramming in more climaxes before it ends.

The current garrison manpower of Wolf Fang Fort is the smallest in history. Many Wolf Lords have been sent out to solve the crisis. The various huge scrap ships appearing near the Cadian world have made them even more exhausted.

"Ruth, All-Father, guide me, a confused fool."

In the empty hall, there was only one voice of Logan praying.