Chapter 178 Storm of Destruction: The Birth of the Wolf Lord, the Son of Russ (
Chapter 178 Storm of Destruction: Son of Rus, Birth of Wolf Lord (V)
Werewolf? Monster that walks upright? Ha! I don't believe it.
——Korven Scrifield of the Imperial Ministry of Political Affairs, last words before being eaten by a half-man, half-wolf monster
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There are no wolves in Fenris, not even one.
——Every warrior of the Space Wolves will say this.
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The blizzard was dancing wildly around, and the vast white snow fell madly, dyeing everything white, but on the rock, the boy with lifeless eyes fell on it, his face was covered with blood, and the blood drops around him were all dyed scarlet.
The young Space Wolves recruit candidate stood in the snow, he held a bloody battle axe in one hand, his feet buried deep in the snow, and around him were the bodies of several other recruit candidates.
The bright red blood splashed on the snow was extremely eye-catching, and the young man, who was naked from the waist up and only wearing fur pants, was also covered in blood, some of which was dripping down his arms onto the snow.
The young man looked at the beast, which had sharp teeth and a mouth full of fangs. It was covered with dense mane, but stood on two feet in a human posture.
It looked like a human, but more like a wolf, as if it was a combination of the two. The monster was two meters tall! The werewolf walked on the snow with a low roar. He was slender and tall.
The dry skin stuck to the bones seemed to never be full. Now it was also very hungry, and the two twelve-year-old boys in front of it were its dinner.
Roman held the sword and faced the monster with Ragnar, who was covered with scars. The slender beast killed everyone except them in the blink of an eye.
The werewolf attacked, the upright monster rushed over quickly, Ragnar grabbed the wooden spear and stabbed with all his strength, but the beast just waved its sharp claws and instantly broke the entire wooden root, and the broken fragments scattered on the ground.
Roman stepped forward and swung his long sword to chop the werewolf's forelimbs, but the monster had already hit the long sword away at a faster speed, and swung its sharp claws to cut a horrifying wound on Roman's chest.
The beast knocked Roman away, and he hit the rock and blood spilled on the ground, while Ragnar pulled out the stone blade and stabbed the beast's abdomen.
The werewolf's other claw rose from the snow, and the sharp claws fiercely left a horrifying wound deep enough to see the bone on Ragnar's arm, and a huge amount of blood gushed out and dyed the snow red.
The monster stood up and rushed forward, pressing Ragnar to the ground. Its sharp fangs tore open in its bloody mouth. The terrifying beast bit towards Ragnar, biting the shoulder of a young man who was much shorter than itself.
Ragnar punched it on the head, and gradually his vision began to become more and more blurred, his body became more and more weak, and the whole world was becoming darker and darker.
Ragnar lay on the ground, looking at the sky with heavy snow, and the vast white snow fell from the sky and sprinkled on the ground stained red by his own blood.
Ragnar's vision began to turn red, and a wild power began to surge into his mind. It was the power of killing, the power of beasts, a powerful but all-devouring power.
"Accept my blessing, Ragnar Russ, you will become a powerful warrior, a warrior like Leman Russ!" The voice said in his mind, accompanied by waves of wolf howls echoing in his mind.
"Accept me, kill the beast in front of you, tear it apart, and devour it!" the voice said, Ragnar's vision became redder and redder, and the face of the voice appeared in the air. It was a giant sitting on a brass throne, surrounded by pairs of blood-red wolf eyes.
He sat on the throne made of skulls and stared at Ragnar.
"Give me the blood and skull first, and you will get a place in Valhalla!" the red giant said loudly, and the voice shook Ragnar's mind.
Ragnar looked at him, looked at the red giant, looked at the sky weakly, his life was gradually passing away, he whispered weakly.
"Almighty Father, give me strength, Emperor, if you are still looking at me, give me a response." Ragnar said weakly, his eyes became darker, his lips became dry, and he almost lost the strength to speak.
"Emperor!" Ragnar gradually closed his eyes, but before his squinted eyes were about to close completely, a golden light suddenly flashed from the sky, countless hazes were instantly dispelled, and golden stars shone in the sky!
A force suddenly injected into Ragnar's body, he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the long sword that fell on the side, he howled and chopped the battle axe on the werewolf's head, and the werewolf monster fell to the ground and spurted a lot of blood from its head.
Ragnar stood up and drew out the long sword and chopped it down again, blood splattered on the snow around him, he raised his head and looked at the golden stars in the sky, the stars as bright and shining as the North Star dispelled the red blood giant.
He disappeared with an angry roar, only the golden stars hung high in the sky, illuminating the snowfield.
Ragnar stumbled to Roman with the long sword, he slumped on the exposed rock on the side, Roman fainted and his whole chest was stained red with blood.
In a trance, a golden door appeared on the snow without warning. Golden light shone out from it, shining on the snow and on Ragnar's face, and bursts of cheers came from it.
"Hall of Valor," Ragna said weakly. He stretched out his hand toward the glorious hall but fell to the ground weakly. He slowly turned his head and watched a tall old man in gray robes appear beside him.
The old man looked at the gate of the Hall of Valor, his long hair flying in the wind and snow, "I can take you to the Hall of Valor and join the ranks of the warriors."
He pointed to the other side as he spoke, and the raging snowstorm stopped with his movements. The towering peaks stood on the ground in the snow and wind, and the Wolf Fang Castle, the headquarters of the Space Wolves Chapter, appeared on the ground. .
"Or you can stand up and walk towards the end of the trial, which means you will step into the stars and fight in the endless flames of war until you die."
The old man in gray robe looked at Ragnar and folded his hands in his sleeves. "Which path will you take? Ragnar Russ, son of Leman Russ."
Ragnar looked at the gate of the Hall of Valor. He stood up with his long sword, bent down and lifted Roman up. He stumbled towards the ice field, which was not the direction of the Wolf Fang Castle.
The old man in gray robe looked at him, his golden eyes under the hood flickering in the wind and snow, "He is always humiliating you, Ragnar, why do you want to save him?"
"He is my brother in the warband. No brother does not quarrel, but a brother will not abandon his brother."
The gray robe looked at Ragna walking towards the ice field, "Then where are you going now?"
"Now that I know the location of Wolf Fang Castle, let's find the other brothers and then go to Wolf Fang Castle together." Ragna said, dragging his scarred body and carrying Roman on his back as he walked. Heading towards the ice field where there are other brothers in trials.
The emperor's eyes looked at him, and the image of Leman Russ appeared in front of his eyes. They were very similar, no matter in appearance or behavior, he was indeed his heir.
"Ragnar." The old man in gray robe stopped Ragna, who stopped and turned to look at the old man.
"You defeated your inner demon today, Ragnar. You will face him again in the distant future, and your brothers will need you then to find their way back."
"I will always watch you, Ragnar Russ." The man said and walked into the door of the Hall of Valor. After he walked in, the door closed and disappeared.
The Chaplains of the Space Wolves Chapter will later record this unprecedented history, and it is a miracle that among the recruits of the Mokai Trial, not a single one became a werewolf.
He accomplished a miracle. He brought back Roman and a whole team of ten recruits. This unprecedented feat shocked the entire battle group. In the end, the old wolf Bjorn personally crowned him a Space Wolf warrior. Ceremony, he became the chief member of that batch of recruits.
Roman finally recovered, and he and Ragnar became close brothers. After Ragnar became the leader of the battle, he also served as his adjutant, and everyone in this platoon was also a recruit that Ragnar rescued. .
Ragnar earned the respect of everyone. Whether before or after he left the warband to join the Deathwatch, the wolves always welcomed his return. The young warriors sang his story. When Ragnar returned to the wolves I will still continue to follow him.
In pursuit of the children of Leman Russ, they will follow the Young Wolf Lord Ragnar.