Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 537: There are no wolves in Fenris, right?
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"We have to determine how to split up right away."

Since some of the people present had powers granted before they were born, or possessed the cursed blessing gained from resurrection from the dead, or had the extra gift from their genetic fathers - in short, everyone had their own secret ability to think at high speed, so after just a few dozen seconds of communication that mortals could not understand, this battlefield meeting (meaning that only a disguised heir of the Emperor, a living saint, a primarch's personal pharmacist and an unmentionable Imperial hero participated) ended, and then Saint Celestine flapped her holy wings again and took off, flying towards the interior of Fort Krave with Genevieve. She had to find the commander of the Supreme Castle as soon as possible, tell him the news of the reinforcements, and prevent the defensive turrets on the city wall from accidentally firing on other units.

As planned, Dantioch took his main force to the southern city wall to resist the Black Legion's ground attack, and waited for Saint Celestine to send a signal to Honso that he could enter the city.

As for the Black Templars, because of the sudden appearance of the Space Wolves, Honsou only had time to complete the surgery on nine of them. Fortunately, Marshal Amalek and several veterans were among them, so Honsou tore off the cloak he had been wearing since the beginning before they woke up - Guilliman saw that it was a white Apothecary Power Armor with a silver skull pattern on the left shoulder on a black background, and a red spiral logo on his right shoulder, and a platinum skull and light pattern shining on his chest.

"...Don't tell me you dressed like this because you wanted to..." Mercury could almost guess at a glance that this nephew, who was full of ideas, must have planned to tinker with something extra.

"Hmm... I thought that since there would be so many wounded people from all over the place, I could take the opportunity to collect more samples, but it seems that I will have to use them here first..." The Master Potion Master muttered as he began to walk towards the awakened Black Templars.

"..."

"Oh, it will be easier for me to use the pharmacist's posture to give them initial guidance and tell them what to do. After all, time is tight now, and we have to ask them to watch over the others who haven't woken up yet and don't run around."

"Wait, you let them guard here?" Robert Mercury Guilliman frowned.

"You and I will meet the Space Wolves, my lord. You do not want the Black Templars to fight them, do you? With the Sons of Russ's paranoia and vindictiveness met by the Black Templars' stubbornness and determination to fight to the death, it would be lenient if each side did not beat the other's brains out."

"…It's an incredible time, warriors are all proud to be loyal to the same name, but they still attack each other. Can you keep up with my movement and fighting speed? I mean, you are a pharmacist."

"Dear uncle, the exclusive pharmacist of the Iron Blood and the Father of Genes will not let you down."

"Don't call me your dear uncle, Honso, or when I wake up, I'll have you hung on the highest spire of Macragge's Glory and recite 'The Glory of Macragge' aloud for us."

So, after a passionate speech (introduction) that gradually changed Marshal Amalek's eyes from confusion to determination, the Black Templars raised their expeditionary dragon tail battle flag here, and promised to hold on until the two "commanders" who went to gather the "Space Wolves who acted without authorization" came back to arrange follow-up matters.

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"According to my understanding of the character and style of the former descendants of Rus, they are like a pack of wolves that are never satisfied. Once they set their sights on a target, they will never give up the pursuit of Dantioch, and they will not be easily persuaded. - Moreover, Dantioch has disappeared from the Imperial records for nine thousand years. We can't find any arguments that can convince them in this besieged place. - Don't look at me like that. The people in front of us are Space Wolves. If I infer their current thoughts based on anything I knew ten thousand years ago, it would be useless even if I said I was Robert Guilliman in person! Unless I can immediately pull Leman Russ in front of them from somewhere!"

"Oh, my lord, I'm glad that you finally realized the nature of war in this era. It is impossible to defeat another ocean with just the huge battleships on the ocean. You really adapt quickly and are pleasant to get along with. I think this is also reflected in your offspring." The pharmacist's words seemed to carry a little bit of nostalgia and a little bit of smile, which made Guilliman, the Primarch, feel a little uneasy for no reason.

"I think the spire of Macragge's Glory is lacking some decoration."

Even as they spoke, Honsou leapt to the ground and reached up to straighten his appearance - they had arrived, he was somehow representing the newest IV Legion and 'their' Chapter, and he didn't want to seem too disrespectful, even if they were facing the Space Wolves.

And, the short-distance sprint speed of the Primarch just recorded is really fast. He thought. This is a unique record, I may be the first to do this!

On the other side, most of the vehicles carrying the members of the Space Wolves' Iron Wolf Company had also arrived. On both sides of the turret of the leading Predator tank were hung their Wolf Lord, Owen Gaogan. At this moment, he and his adjutant Ero Bearclaw were observing the two presumptuous guys who stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground at an incredible speed and stood in front of their majestic wolf armored force.

When they saw clearly that the guy who seemed to be a Space Marine pharmacist jumped out of the arms of another one, Owen Gaogang spoke first.

"Damn it, are these two blasphemous Chaos creatures having an affair? Followers of the Dark Prince? He actually used this tribe-sucking way to get away with him, and the other one actually accepted it! The thought that he had undergone genetic surgery and wore power armor like us makes me itch all over."

"Well, you can shake yourself off. I mean, you know, shaking yourself off can make the feeling go away."

"That's right." Owen Gaogang muttered, controlling his muscles to shake from head to toe. "Let's go," he said, "it seems that these two guys have something to say to us."

"Why listen to their nonsense? You have to clean your ears after listening to it. Just fire a volley and then charge, and that's it."

"Ha!" Although Ero Bear Claw's tone was very relaxed and Owen was indeed amused, the Wolf Lord was not Blood Claw. He jumped down, and the other warriors had already dispersed to form a siege, and they were very cautious. "There are still many wizards here. He must have something to rely on to come here alone. Let's go and find out what's going on in his head."

"You mean..." Aiello blinked, suddenly realized, and showed his canine teeth. Then the adjutant reached out and took down his battle axe, followed by Owen jumping out of the car and walking over.

It was not until they stood in front of these two strange heretics that Owen Gao Gang realized that things might not be as simple as he thought.

The Wolf Lord's nostrils twitched. Owen was not young anymore, and some white hair had begun to appear in his hair. He twitched his nose and looked back and forth in confusion at the red-armored demon champion surrounded by long scriptures, and then looked at the potion master who looked quite "loyal" in confusion.

"Owen Gorgon, Lord of the Great Company of the Space Wolves," Honsou introduced to Guilliman. "The man next to him is... um... Eero Bearclaw."

Obviously, his act of revealing the identity of the visitor as soon as they met caused a certain amount of hostility. Aiello growled lowly in defense and put his weapon to his chest.

"What kind of witchcraft is this? You evildoer? Do you want to curse us after knowing our names? Wolf Lord, we should have called the wolf priest as well. This kind of transformation is too cunning."

Honso was not angry about this. He just looked at the two Space Wolves with a smile. If Ero Bearclaw had a mane, it would have stood up. Even so, they could see the beard of this warrior as strong as a bear standing up. "There is something wrong with you two." Owen suddenly said, and then he chopped at Mercury with an axe without warning.

"Hey!" The Thirteenth Primarch had already gotten out of the Wolf Lord's attack range when he blurted out this complaint, and Ero Bear Claw immediately followed him, guarding against Hongsuo with great vigilance.

The master pharmacist shrugged. "I'm just a pharmacist, Wolf. You know what a pharmacist does, don't you?"

"If you are possessed by this demon, cousin," said Aero sharply, "just stand there and pray to the Holy All-Father and Russ!"

"At this moment, I suddenly feel that there is nothing more terrifying than hearing the words 'holy' and 'pray to him' added before Rus's name." Guilliman had already flashed behind the Wolf Lord and was trying to knock him down with his elbow. At the first blow, the wolf's skull and his throat let out a howling roar, and he turned around and swung his axe.

"Can't you just tell me once?" Hong Suo looked at the Space Wolves and their vehicles whose encirclement was gradually shrinking.

“I mean no killing!” Guilliman shouted, “but the son of Russ is too resistant to blows!”

The second time, Owen Gaogang began to stagger, and Ero Xiongzhua rushed up with a roar, and then was kicked hard in the heart and flew dozens of feet away. He slid a few feet on the sand before stopping.

On the third try, Guilliman finally caught the temporarily unconscious Wolf Lord, and then took Owen into the armored cluster of the Wild Wolves amid the growls, puzzled and vigilant eyes of the Wild Wolves.

"It's our turn now." Hong Suo followed and asked the wolves to carry Ero over. "First, do CPR..."

"What are you mumbling about? It's not like I'm suffocating them."

"I don't know that either, but that's what's written in the Space Wolves Treatment Process (Campus Edition) and it says that this can greatly improve the success rate and prognosis."

"Okay. Wake him up..."

Hong Suo placed his ejected medical gauntlet on the wolf lord's neck. The surrounding wolves became restless due to the two men's overly casual attitude.

The howl of a wild beast suddenly sounded from above.

With a pounce that no one could see clearly, a huge black shadow with a smelly hot wind pounced on Hongsuo, who was squatting on the ground without a weapon in his hand, but Guilliman was faster. He grabbed the black shadow's shoulder and threw it away -

With a teeth-grinding sound of ceramic steel, plastic and connecting cables tearing, the black shadow realized the power of the Red Armored Demon Champion, and immediately jumped away with deadly agility, disappearing behind the smoking, undulating ruins in just a leap. At this moment, the sound of bombs exploding from the pursuit of others who had reacted began to be heard.

"What is that? That is--" Obviously, the Primarch's gifted eyes captured the appearance of the high-speed moving black shadow. He looked at the direction where the black shadow disappeared with great shock, and then looked at the piece of ceramic steel fragment in his hand.

"If I were you, sir." Hong Suo seemed completely unaffected by the sudden attack. He began to wake up the wolf lord. "I would put the fragment away first and don't let others see it."

"I don't know who you are, but it's a wise choice, stranger."

A warrior wearing a wolf-skull helmet stood out from the crowd. His power armor was hung with more teeth, fur fragments, rune charms or other jingling gadgets than those of the others. In his hand was a priest's scepter that was characteristic of Fenris. The wolf priest took off his helmet, revealing his hair that had turned almost snow-white.

Hong Suo raised his head and looked at the man with interest. "White hair - but normal skin color - a clear sign of old age for the Space Wolves. You must be a veteran with many years of service and a very prestigious reputation. Let me see -"

"Asgar Ironfang, Wolf Priest of the Iron Wolf Company." The man introduced himself without waiting for Hongsuo to say his name. The color of his eyes was very light in the sunlight shining through the black smoke that covered the sky, just like golden wine. "I smell the scent of ancient heroes on the wind, but unfortunately I am a step too late to prevent the epic meeting from becoming a record of a battle."

Ero Bear Claw had woken up at this moment. He walked over with confusion and happened to hear the pastor's words.

"What are you talking about? Wolf Priest? They didn't report any friendly identification codes to us, and he..." Bear Claw raised his hand and pointed at the Chaos Demon Champion wearing red armor and with two horns on his forehead. "You're not saying he's also a hero in the epic, are you?"

"Shut up, kid. This is not the occasion for you to speak," the Wolf Priest turned to Owen Gaogang who was lying on the ground, "Don't pretend, Wolf Lord, these two people... at least this one, I think you can at least listen to what he wants to say." He nodded slightly to "Mercuris", who still frowned, but nodded with a little surprise.

The awakened wolf lord snorted and got up from the ground. "The wolves of Fenris have their own hunting rules. They are not right, but I didn't expect him to be so strong." He grinned, revealing two long canine teeth. "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have waited until Asgar came over to be torn to pieces by the sharp teeth of the wolf pack."

"But what did you do?" He moved his arms and neck. "It really feels good. I feel as light as if I had a blood claw."

In response to this question, the Master of Potion once again put on a polite fake smile and responded with a dry "Oh."

As they followed the Wolf Priest and the Wolf Lord behind a nearby mound, away from the sight and hearing of the other Wolves, Guilliman was thinking of the sudden appearance of the creature he had just seen: he was sure he saw the ancient style of power armor pack peeking out from the fur, the ancient Legion insignia that was more familiar to him, and -

(End of this chapter)