Chapter 428 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadow (Thirteen) In the Shadow, the Darkness Comes

The battle on the black ship continued, and the Astartes present, no matter which camp they came from, opened their eyes wide and refused to miss this legendary duel.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

The storm of Fenris still roared tirelessly, venting its anger to the mountain in front of it, but the mountain remained motionless, showing its existence in silent contrast.

Ever since the day Ragnar walked out of the ice field of Fenris, he had left the mortal world as a warrior chosen by the Supreme King;

And since he drank the cup of wolf wine, he became the blood of Rus and fought bravely in the territory of the empire, killing countless enemies for the empire in centuries.

But even in these hundreds of years of fighting, he had never had such a satisfying battle.

Because no one had ever really given him the opportunity to use all means, let him burn the anger in his heart to the end, and swing the battle axe in his hand to the last breath.

Never, he thought there would be no future.

He was born a warrior, and his skill in wielding a blade was as instinctive as his use of his body and claws.

Whether he started as a Blood Claw or became a Wolf Guard after fulfilling his oath of revenge, he had never met an opponent in the hundreds of years since he became a Space Wolf.

In the occasional intervals between wars, he would also guess that he would die in a fleet battle or disappear in a warp voyage. But he never thought that he would have a sense of crisis of impending death because of a one-on-one head-on duel.

Yes, although the demigod in front of him did not fight back, but only defended against his attack in a seemingly simple way.

But in the first second when he used his weapon to resist the opponent, he already knew the initiative of this battle, and there was never a moment that belonged to him completely.

That was a more powerful force than him, but it was always restrained in a defense that was exactly equal to his attack. That was a more sharp eye and body than him, but it was leisurely maintaining a speed equal to his.

Even his proud martial arts were the same. Every adjustment of the opponent's center of gravity was luring his attack.

And these subtle shifts of the center of gravity in seemingly ordinary movements within milliseconds made his offensive sink into the sea, without receiving even a single positive feedback.

He had tried his best, but the enemy's eyes and weapons were always pointing at his loopholes. He was close to the limit of his physical burst, but under this seemingly simple counterattack, he couldn't even retreat and could only continue his dance.

Yes, perhaps in the eyes of bystanders, he was still continuing his attack at this time, and if there were no accidents, this suffocating attack would continue, and it seemed that there would never be an end.

But Ragnar, who was in the center of the storm, knew that in this battle until now, he was like a kite controlled by a string, just dancing under the guidance of the opponent.

The slashing and stabbing of the battle axe... the shoulder and knee of the power armor...

The Alpha Wolf used his entire body as a weapon, and he used all his skills. The hundreds of attacks in a few seconds can be said to have exerted all his abilities.

However, the heavy sword in Calvin's hand was like a wall of sighs. While dissolving his attacks one by one in various structures supported by the body, it also showed him the so-called limit of defense.

The swordsmanship of the Ever-Victorious Army from Ultramar, the champion heavy sword from the Imperial Fist, the rapier and scimitar from the Phoenix Guard, and the gladiatorial skills from the World Eaters.

The greatsword in the hand of the mysterious Primarch in front of him was waving, and the routines of his martial arts always appeared in a shadow that surprised Ragnar...

And what made him even more depressed was that the Primarch had just used the sword as a shield and forced him back with a set of martial arts belonging to the Imperial Guards, and then he showed him a familiar starting posture in front of him:

Fenris's Fangs - a one-handed version of the dual-wielding battle axes.

Is this because his underwear has been seen through? Or does the Primarch already know the martial arts of Fenris?

Ragnar, who suddenly retreated, felt a trance. In the absurdity and astonishment, he had no doubt that the guy in front of him would teach him "all kinds of martial arts of Fenris" again in the next battle.

And he, Ragnar, was the unlucky guy used as a teaching prop.

Is this really a battle? Or is this just a face-to-face show of force?

What does he want to explain to himself? Oh, power.

The truth that has been known and recognized by people in Fenris for countless times - power based on absolute strength.

"No more fighting! I admit defeat..."

After figuring this out, Ragnar instantly lost the desire to fight. The opponent had proved his strength. And as a complete loser in all aspects from physical fitness to martial arts, what else can he do except offering his loyalty to the winner?

Obedience is also a kind of survival wisdom, especially in the cold and cruel wolf pack.

Panting heavily, Ragnar looked up at the giant in front of him, and finally, with a low roar of unwillingness, he held his battle axe upside down and handed it to the winner in front of him.

The Primarch, who had put the heavy sword behind his back again, strode forward and snatched the battle axe from Ragnar's hand, then raised it high to show all the witnesses.

This is the handover of status after the power is proven, and this is also the transfer of rights after the force is confirmed. The culture of Fenris is so naked, and Galvin, who knows their rules, will not refuse or be polite, because that is the greatest insult to Ragnar.

The Wolf Guards fell silent after seeing the appearance of the winner, and finally knelt on one knee in a row to obey the new supreme power;

The Black Templars looked at the figure of the Primarch with complicated expressions, because in the battle just now, they also saw the shadow of Dorne for a moment.

But that would never be Dorne, because Galvin never concealed his temperament and his terrifying psychic power. They just remembered their gene father while witnessing the emergence of a brand new son of the Emperor.

The battle on the bridge of the black ship finally ended, and on the battlefield of Balelog in front, the two fleets that had been paying attention to the direction of the black ship finally stopped attacking each other under the orders of their respective commanders.

This internal dispute in a corner of the empire was finally temporarily settled by Calvin, but the contradictions and conspiracies hidden behind the dispute have just begun to show their clues.

"Your subordinates, come to me after confirming the casualties." Calvin gave the order to the Wolf Leader without any politeness. He believed that the Wolf Leader did not need any false courtesy.

The Wolf Leader, who had recovered from the defeat, did not hesitate. After taking back the symbolic battle axe from the Primarch, he nodded to him, and then led the Wolf Guards to the flight deck of the Black Ship and began to gather all the Space Wolves on the Black Ship.

At this time, Hrafinkel had also opened the deck. After the groups of Storm Eagles broke away from the restraints on the flight deck, they started their engines in the ski jump and flew towards the Black Ship.

The captain of the black ship who had died on the spot, under the command of the surviving Inquisition personnel, opened the most vulnerable belly of the warship to the Astartes who had just fought...

Galvin stood up and walked to the top of the bridge, his eyes swept through the crowd, and after nodding to the Black Templars who bowed their heads, he finally locked onto the woman who was kneeling on the ground in the corner behind the crowd.

She knelt there quietly, as if nothing could disturb her thinking, and Alvin's head with his eyes closed was on her legs, as if he fell into a quiet sleep...

"He's not dead." Calvin's words made the Inquisitor sober again.

"Not dead?" She raised her head and looked eager to confirm his words, and the Primarch looked at the unconscious Alvin and said:

"It's just a fake death, there is still hope, and you..."

"I'm dead, right?" Lisetta slowly got up from the ground and looked at the freshly baked "Eye of the Empire" in front of her, but she didn't show any intention for herself. At this time, she had completely lost control of the place, and could not even command her own ship.

She did not try to commit suicide, and Calvin did not seem to stop her from doing so.

One of them was fearless, while the other had a vague understanding of Calvin's identity from the reactions of the Astartes around him.

They all knew clearly that in front of a Primarch who was good at controlling psychic energy, death was not enough to prevent the search for the truth. And it was after seeing Calvin with her own eyes and understanding his special identity that she finally felt the abnormality behind the order she received.

Hostility towards the Space Wolves is nothing new in the Inquisition. This view has long appeared at the grassroots level of the Inquisition.

But the existence and outbreak of contradictions are two completely different natures.

In fact, there are many people that the Inquisition does not like, and their internal factional disputes are even more than those outside, but how many times have these contradictions finally erupted, leading to fierce bloodshed?

Who deliberately guided the contradictions and finally created this encirclement and suppression of the Space Wolves in a short period of time?

Who can't bear to see the integration of the large but weak Inquisition, and want to transfer this special Terran Lord out?

Who can't bear to see the Imperial Guard return to the stage of the Empire after thousands of years, and want to lead them away from Terra, the only link between them and the Inquisition, at the beginning of the establishment of the Eye of the Empire?

Do they really want only the obedience or destruction of the Space Wolves?

Is their goal just to send this person from Terra to her?

Lisetta, who has regained her overall vision, feels a bone-chilling cold the more she thinks about it. The moment she gathers all the clues she has, she has already seen through the ultimate meaning of all the events that happened here:

"Someone doesn't want you to go back! This is a trap!!!" Lisetta reminded the Primarch loudly.

She hated herself so much at this moment that she actually betrayed the oath she made when she joined the Inquisition because of such a little selfish desire.

She didn't even dare to imagine how much the entire empire would pay if Calvin really died here...

"Yes... this is indeed a trap." Feeling the tide in the distance, Calvin's eyes had already passed through reality and looked towards the distant Terra.

And at the moment this sentence was spoken, a large net surrounding the entire Zhanmoro star zone and even the entire eastern portal of Terra finally began to surround the prey in the center after a long preparation...

Buzz...

The low-pitched subspace fluctuations came from far away and erupted at a physical distance of thousands of light years. The psykers on the black ship and even the entire Janmoro sector reacted and looked in the direction where the original body had been looking.

The extremely huge energy waves in the distance have surged. While they completely covered the nearest starry sky between Janmoro and Terra, they also resounded in the ears of all psykers like the dark clouds and faint thunder before the storm.

The black clouds pressed on their reason like a heavy weight, and in the turbulent Supreme Heaven, the evil and corrupt power of Chaos also began to sublimate and agitate violently.

Every psyker can clearly feel this pressure, and from this moment on, their will in the subspace will become more dangerous.

But this powerful interference is still not the storm itself, it is just the aftermath of some more grand phenomenon, and the danger that really makes them feel suffocated is slowly and firmly approaching them.

Order is withering, while chaos is rising...

Endless evil, with noisy and loud whispers, resounds around the soul projection of the psychic, and the more powerful people who are closely connected to the warp, the more strongly the warp will be eroded at this moment...

The astropath on the black ship became the first victim of this feast:

He first stood up suddenly with a low roar, and then fell down on his steel seat and cage with trembling and twitching before the soldiers on guard and monitoring around him could react.

All the ornaments and brands on his robe were burning violently, and under the horrified gaze of the stormtroopers who were monitoring him, his voice turned from rational repression to crazy roars, and from crazy roars to laughter full of madness and hatred...

The sound of bones dissolving and the sound of silk tearing due to rapid growth of cortex sounded at the same time. In front of everyone's eyes, the poor man first became a pool of shapeless flesh and blood, and then countless wet tentacles grew out of his remains.

This horrible and twisted scene was madly impacting the sanity of all the witnesses. So after receiving the scarlet warning in the eyepiece, although the stormtroopers could not control their emotions, they still used the promethium flamethrowers in their hands to purify the evil in front of them in time.

However, its impact has already caused serious consequences, because the wills of the other crew members around them have been severely impacted and polluted after witnessing this mutation.

After the sanity of these people on the verge of madness reached a certain limit, the collars on their necks finally took the lead and used a self-destructive explosion to physically relieve the pain they endured in advance.

Similar scenes also appeared on other warships and planets. Most of the psykers in the entire Zhanmoro, except for the think tanks belonging to Astartes, died under the first wave of the dark tide.

But it should be noted that not every warship and every planet has a complete defense mechanism like the black ship.

After the souls of these psykers infused with the power of chaos were devoured by chaos, their remaining bodies in the real universe were not properly handled in the first time.

So under the starry sky of Janmorro, countless large and small chaotic forces unfolded from the portals constructed by these skins, and the most densely populated place was Balelog, which was once guarded by the Space Wolves...

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