Chapter 92 Captain! Don't Shoot...

Kaiser White Fang drank the honey wine he brought with him from time to time, standing not far from Wodehouse waiting for him to tear open a warp rift with his life.

This operation was successful, but also failed. Although the Chaos Altar was successfully lifted, it is believed that in a few days, the warp storm of Armageddon will dissipate, and they can go to support this world and destroy the green-skinned beasts on it.

But at the same time, the loss of the Son of Prophecy and the Rune Priest who is about to die will cast a shadow on this victory. Every old wolf is a valuable and skilled hunter, and the importance of the Rune Priest as the think tank of the war group is self-evident, but in this cruel universe, no one is not expendable.

"No one is so precious that he cannot be sacrificed."

Kaiser White Fang silently told himself this sentence. This was what the wolf lord who stood in front of him in the wind and frost said before he became a Space Marine and passed the selection.

At that time, I was just a young boy in the tribe. I would get up early every morning to go to the ice field to hunt with the elders of the tribe. When the frozen ocean surface loosened a little at noon, I would cut a hole in the thick and opaque ice sheet.

Large fish would come and absorb precious oxygen under this rare hole, and they would also use well-made fishing nets with large meshes to hunt. Small and medium-sized fish would be released. This was the tradition of their tribe, and it had lasted for who knows how many years. Just like this, day after day, a simple tribal life. Occasionally, there would be a fight with the neighboring tribe because of food shortages, but Kaiser White Fang had never lost in a tribal war. Although he had suffered some injuries, it was much better than those who had died or disappeared on the battlefield.

Until that day came, the myth written on the tribe's animal skin came true, and the messenger of God drove the condor from the sky to spread their news throughout the wilderness.

The excited tribal chief greeted the people and told them that this opportunity is rare, and you guys have caught up with the good time.

Cather White Fang still remembers the joyful scene of the whole tribe like a festival. The well-sealed dried meat and cheese, and the pickled dried fish were all loaded into their backpacks, telling them to move towards the peak.

Cather White Fang has forgotten how he climbed up the towering and steep mountain, how he crossed the deadly ice fields and killed the hungry predators. He only knew that he woke up in the paradise of the god of war in a trance. Those giant-like warriors wore fine armor that he had never seen in his life. They drank and ate meat in big mouthfuls and sang ancient ballads.

At that time, he thought he was dead, but those god-like warriors just told him that he was qualified to participate in the ceremony.

The Moka ritual, the spiral injected into his body, made Cather White Fang still unable to forget the heart-wrenching pain and the torture of his whole body being broken and reassembled. He was thrown into the frozen wasteland thousands of miles away, and once again successfully survived and returned to the warrior's paradise.

He accepted the transformation and became a blood claw cub, followed the old wolf to fight the gods war that he dared not even think about, grew up step by step, and finally became the old wolf leading the cubs. In these long years, he couldn't even remember what his mother looked like. His tribe was also updated in these long years, and there was no one he knew.

In his memory, there was only war.

Endless war, a war without mercy.

Of course, there was also this pot of strong wine, and those impulsive cubs.

"I'm ready. The rift in the subspace is about to open." Wodehouse suppressed the pain caused by his excessive use of psychic energy and told Cather White Fang in a low voice.

Ending the memories, he drank his honey wine and handed the wine jar he made carefully to a Grey Hunter, "If I can't come back, you can let Bennett lead you. Go back after solving Armageddon."

Silently taking the wine jar, the Grey Hunter took a few steps back and knelt on one knee. This was the last prayer they could make for this respectable old wolf.

"For Russ and the All-Father!" Wodehouse shouted the battle cry that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day in their warband. His weak body burst into new vitality. Under his power, a new subspace gate slowly opened, like the prying eyes of the evil god, scanning everything with his viciousness and madness.

Kaiser White Fang silently waited for the subspace gate to fully open. He could already see Wodehouse's death. The uncontrolled psychic energy would drain his soul, or worse, turn him into a chaotic devil.

The Gray Hunter pointed his gun at Wodehouse's back, ready to kill the out-of-control Rune Priest at any time, and those people who were neatly arranged by Captain Soap, Govestin and his group, had been moved out long ago. No one could be sure whether they would be corrupted by the wind of the rift.

But even if they were corrupted, it would not be a big problem. It would just be a matter of using a few more explosive magazines to blow their heads apart.

The Warp Gate was opened a quarter, and Wodehouse's hands were shaking more and more, but he was still supporting his body to overdraw his psychic energy. He could already hear the evil god whispering in his ear, and the psychic energy in his body was also tainted with the crazy color of chaos. He was no longer pure.

"The dark prophecy must be avoided"

"What are you doing?"

A familiar and extremely shocking voice broke into Wodehouse's ears. With his psychic perception, he felt Lin Fan's figure appear in a gray-white psychic wave. This gray-white psychic wave interfered with Wodehouse's ritual and closed the subspace gate that had just been opened.

Wodehouse suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the chaos of psychic energy. The majestic psychic power collided in his body, making him bend over in pain.

The crack of the subspace gate failed to open, and in the sight of Cather White Fang and the other gray hunters, there was a naked demon who looked like Captain Soap in front of them, laughing at their actions with a disgusting smile.

There was no war cry, only Wodehouse suppressed a low groan of pain, Cather White Fang drew out the frost battle axe and rushed to the demon and released his anger.

The other gray hunters cooperated with the old wolf's actions and accurately shot the demon's blasphemous body.

Gunfire rang out, the sound of sad and angry gunfire echoing in the empty space hulk