CHAPTER 42RAGNAR saw the corpse of Wrotwulfis. The situation was similar. The entire back of the head was gone and a thick mass of blood and brains adorned the walls above the student's bed. — Ruth's bone. Ragnar sighed. Everything went by too fast. At one point Wrotwulf was laughing and joking and cleaning his gun. Then there was a crash and his head exploded. It all happened so fast that the boy didn't even have a chance to scream. Sven walked up to him and saw the body. He took the gun and looked at it. - Fool! he murmured. "The magazine was still inside."Ragnar watched intently. "And I didn't hit the safety button," he nodded. They looked at each other. Ragnar assumed he and himself were thinking the same thing. Most of the deaths during training were due to negligence. He began to recognize the signs. It was indeed part of the problem of their education. Every candidate knew something, but knowledge was not everything. They all knew how to clean their weapons, but had not yet l
Good job, he said. “You know everything that has happened to you and most people have gone through excruciating trials as well as surviving. You have a right to be proud. But don't get too cocky because everything you learn here should focus your mind on one great truth. He may be shy, lazy, make mistakes or make mistakes in the performance of his duties. The high one leaves no doubt or contempt..."I wondered if it was Ragnar's imagination or if the wolf priest looked right at him when he said that. '...or a shadow of weakness that the demon's enemies can capture and corrupt his soul. We must never forget that these were some of our ancestors and those around us greater than us. The war of war is in many ways a spiritual war as much as a physical war, and we must never forget that the shield of Russia and the Great Sea is our shield. And we must never forget the purpose of our long life of trials and tribulations. To see if these forces of chaos will unite like dragons in these last
Even by BloodClaws criteria, recently adjusted to the effectiveness of the Wulfen Cup, Lars was considered a wildling. Ragnar's armor creaked as he deliberately climbed the hill. The servos and gyro stabilizers worked hard to maintain balance on this long slope, and the armored legs dug in a lot as the Space Marine moved. One Ragnar was delighted by the cool, clear air and the beauty of the surroundings. His muscles didn't feel tired. Armor seems to have done most of the marching work for him and he can walk forever if he wants to. He heard Sven growl in front of him. Canis Spiral seemed to distort his thoughts in strange ways. He talks to himself more, complains more, and usually wears a dark anaura. That's it, Ragnar thought, shrugging. It took Ragnar longer to settle into his current sense of well-being than Sven's misery. Of course, Ragnar told himself that none of them saw the beast within them awaken. He fully understood that he was not angry, but that he was ready to make some
take this stone said the saint of steel. 'do not worry; It doesn't matter at all. It's just a show.Ragna picked up the stone and marveled at the sensitivity of the glove and felt the texture, even though the ax was thick enough not to blister. It's not like touching a stone with bare skin. It was as if she was clothed in love. Iron Priest was right. It took some time to get used to us. - Break the stone. – said the saint of steel. Ragnar looked at her as if he couldn't understand what she was saying. He knew it was theoretically possible for the system in the glove to generate enough pressure for dosing, but something instinctive in his brain argued against the concept. It was impossible. People could not break rocks with their bare hands. "Come on," said the priest. There were commands in his voice that she couldn't listen to. Ragnar clenched his fists. He felt an immediate resistance and instinctively started to let go, but the Iron Priest repeated his orders. Ragnar closed his fin
IN THE DARKThey then jump off and enter a strangely twisted area of the forest. Now the whole tent is silent and everyone in the tent is suspicious.As we walked along the road, we saw the area below. The forest seemed deeper, darker and more chaotic. The tree looked thin and sickly. Sergeant Hengist examined them with his binoculars before speaking. "It's different," he said. "It wasn't in Urlek's report.""This tree appears to be affected." Ragnas said. "do not say that." Sven said. — Niels wants to bite them.Indeed, Ragnar thought, the trees were infected with some kind of plague. They were squat and short like a sick man. They all seemed to be rotting and dying. A strange glowing mushroom was clinging to his side and he could see a faint glow in the damp sunlight penetrating the forest canopy. Ragnar had never seen anything like it. He looked around. Lars' face turned gray again. Ragnar understood why. He also had very bad feelings about it. Something smelled bad. The whole ar
It is said that the first settlers were protected from the elements in these caves and hid during the Cataclysm.' Ragnar nodded. It made sense. There are no earthquakes. Of course, this raised the question of why they were left behind. Ragnar asked Hengist. Kyungsoo frowned and shook his head. “Although only legend now survives, it is said to have had an ancient power to transform the rock, making its inhabitants vulnerable to the effects of chaos. Some say it's natural, others say it's the result of the production of ancient forbidden weapons. both don't know What is known is that the City of Caves was abandoned and Rus forbade building a house there. "Yes." Hengist agreed. “There will always be people who do things that are forbidden just because they do things that are forbidden. This is part of human madness.''Ragnar was surprised that the cave dwellers were half sympathetic. After all, they provided the perfect refuge from Asaheim's harsh storms. He knew that the present need wa
The flicker of a hand signal in the corner of his eye told Hengist he had seen something. After a while Ragnar heard the faint soft patter of bare feet on the wet sand and knew his boss was right. follow. He clenched his arms and prepared to act. His body stretched and twisted like a giant wedge, making… He moves and is ready to attack in the blink of an eye. He could sense that his boss was also ready nearby. Ragnar looked out. They stepped into the darkness to find a wave of shadowy humanoid figures approaching them. like waves crashing on the beach. He was moved when he saw many people. Hundreds of people must follow them. it seemed to him When the odds are insurmountable. He shook his head, praising Russia and the Emperor… ready to die Then suddenly he felt Hengist move and heard something nearby fly through the air. all A moment later, a flash of light flashed out of the cave and thunder rumbled as if something had exploded in the middle of the cave. future population. F
They were like escapes from the deepest seas of nightmares. The Horde seemed to have opened the gates of hell. A shapeless floating object flies into the world. Even as he fired, a distant, calculating part of Ragnar's mind wondered if Nightman was really like this. different from that. After all, he too now has extra hair bordering his fur, fangs and eyes. has been changed. He quickly pushed the thought away. They had nothing to do with the fight he was in and were sitting on the hill It is dangerously close to heresy. The change in his body is a sign of his kinship with Ruth, the emperor's grace… Blessings They were the product of an ancient mystical process dating back to the Dark Ages of technology. The stigma displayed by this night owl was a sign of something else. It could be a sign of chaos, and the soul is… As if their bodies were corrupted by his distortions. The nocturnes now approached him. Ragnar jumped over the rock that was waiting behind him. they were night visi
"BROTHER RAGNAR," said a cold, clear, commanding voice. "Brother Ragnar, stand up." Ragnar's eyes widened. He suddenly surrounded himself and smelled the cold scent of medicinally scented mint, cold… The marble feel of the surgical altar beneath her back, her breath hazy in the cold air. looked up I saw a wrinkled and wounded face smiling. Two fangs smiled and said in front of him. warrior brother. The pain in his chest warned him that he was once again among the living. “I cannot be in Hell, brother Sigard. You're too ugly to walk through the door. “And you are too cruel to die, brother Ragnar. To be honest, I hit it and went for a long time. there was a point When your mind stops and your mind is freed from his body. We thought we might lose you something brought you back I don't know what it is, he said. “There is still work to be done among the living, brother. I have enemies to conquer and battles to fight. I'm not ready to die yet. How are you War?" 'We will. We've cle
His damaged armor creaked and groaned under the pressure, and Ragnar remembered his personal gratitude for his master's careful handling of the ancient suit. It served him well in his first real mission. Ragnar smiled as he felt a heavy weight fall on his shoulders. I owe you my life three times today, Strybjorn, he thought. But now Ragnar has decided that he can only do it when both appear. Ragnar startled and climbed to the surface of the tunnel. He hoped it wasn't far. The cold night air hit Ragnar's face as if it came out of the mouth of the cave, adding a strange chemical smell that smelled of oil and kerosene. There was a time when even he wondered if it had occurred to her in her sick mind. It took another second to register that the entire area around the cave entrance had been cleared of vegetation. It took him a second to realize that fifty barrels were heading his way. His nostrils flared and he could smell his brother's bowels. most of them. "It's me, Ragna." he said, maki
Ragnar nodded. The last piece of the puzzle was in place. He forced his hand to fight the spell Madoc had placed on him. Slowly, as if writhing under the immense weight, he raised the bolt gun until it pointed directly at the sea of chaos. When Ragnar broke the spell, the gems on Si's armor of chaos no longer glowed. "Your will is stronger than you think, puppy." Madoc said in a voice filled with contempt and hatred. “Suppose I have to kill you now. Unfortunately. It would be better to go willingly to the Shrine of Heaven and offer yourself to the way-changer. But let's say we don't have everything,' he said.With breathtaking speed, Maddok drew his weapon and fired it. Ragnar's slow reflexes were no match for him. Before Ragnar could react, the weapon flew out of his hand with one blow. This was the great feat of a sniper. Realizing that he now had a chance, Ragnar picked up his sword and rushed forward. the barrel of Madoc's cannon moved to cover him. It looks like the entrance to
Ragnar breathed. He recognized the place. It was a huge underground lake. He never thought he would be happy to see dirty water, but now he is. Seeing the water around his home island would not have pleased him then. Although strange and desolate, it was an important place where Ragnar recognized and knew he was on the right track. In recent years, he felt lost. When we reached the ground, the road looked completely different. Ragnar understood why. He was walking in a different direction now, experiencing the tunnels and caves from a different perspective than he had a few hours ago. In a word, it's boring. He was alone except for Strybjorn. All this changes his perception of the place, making it unfamiliar, intimidating and hostile. He shook his head, reminding her that this was really all there was to her. "Is this the pool of the dead?" asked Strivjorna in a whisper. Ragnar realized that his colleague was hallucinating."Not." Ragnar said. 'Not true. It's just a dirty, dirty pond
Fight well' Svengrant. Ragnar looked at him and nodded, wondering how much longer before he screamed at the chaos marines. He knew he should have warned the Chapter about what he found here, but he knew he wouldn't.Leaving Strybjorn wounded, he resists the coming of the evil ones. I remembered the ancient wizards behind Morkai's gates talking about the weakness that his hatred would spread evil in his soul. Now he knew they were right and there was only one way out of this hatred. He made a quick decision and prayed it was the right one. “Take Sven, Lars, Nils and the others here. Go to the surface. Get your communicator as far away from this cursed place as possible, then call the chapter.Sven reached out and loosened his helmet tie. The helm fell into the wet sand, and the stuttering light of Ragnar's shoulder rest revealed the fallen face of the space wolf, searching the world like a demon writhing in rage. "Are you crazy or interested in me?"Despite their predicament, Ragnar sm
********FIGHTING BEGIN*****The screams of dying people were deaf to the muffler on the steering wheel. In the depths of his soul, drawn to the slaughter, the animal became stronger. Ragnar now fights on pure instinct. He didn't have to think. Animals were under control. Reflexes, nerves and tendons are in perfect harmony. His extremely keen senses responded with the speed of thought to every threat he sensed. At that moment, his fighting power was far beyond death. Nothing could block his way. Behind him, another bloody claw pierced through the rotting wood, a warped string like a slender, sharp axe. Horrible faces were hidden, screaming jaws open. A twisted corpse fell from his sword. A battle mace protruded from his armor. Strawberry Twist Stone. He had a good feeling and seemed to be getting closer in slow motion and seemed to be taking a long time to get out of the way in the world. He is rewarded with the scream of a man of the night who moves his head and enters the highway beh
You speak bravely for those who hide in the darkness beneath the world! Ragna interjected, feeling a surge of anger. "I have nothing to prove, slave of a false god." For tens of thousands of years, Madok's name shook the enemy. "Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh“Young man, I tire of your talk. And I think we should continue the slaughter because you were good enough to give my brothers time to come."As Madok spoke, the door next to the temple opened, revealing more Chaos Marines. Hengist held the rifle, but Maddok was faster. He took two of his pistols and began to rage. Boltershell folded the sergeant's armor and hid behind the door. Two of the platoons were unlucky and were attacked by Chaos Marines. Ragnar followed Hengist and jumped off the firing line. Strybjorn and Sven and a few others in the group stood up and answered. Their projectiles flashed across the temple, but an evil force seemed to deflect it, an
The roomy space for a single Space Marine at a time and the stones that stretched at hundreds of speeds through the cracks felt solid under his feet, but Ragnar went unnoticed. Just carefully place one foot slowly in front of the other and slowly place your full weight on the forward moving leg. He didn't forget how heavy his armor was despite his agility and speed. You can also die from your feet. Ragnar knew that anything was possible when it came to the demonic spirits of the Chaos worshippers. The rock looked solid, but Ragnar wanted to be prepared in case the rock fell and threw him into the abyss below. If I die here, I want to die on the battlefield. This was the only way for the warriors. Where did this idea come from? Ragnar wondered as he felt the beast's stomach twist. Did we leave the temple before us? He felt something, but a cold, wet wind was blowing on his forehead. It flew out of the darkness like a beacon of invisible ghosts. He prayed to Russ and the Emperor for the
***Temple of Chaos*****If he hadn't started a counterattack, he would have been dead within minutes. Nightman's weapons were buried in the joints and crevices of his armor. He grunted and stretched his arms and legs. As he rummaged through Nightman like he was made of straw, the servos went crazy. - he transformed As he walked, he grabbed the chain sword with both hands, slashed his limbs, and threw everything he could reach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Night Watcher or Shaman pick up one of his cursed axes and throw it at him. Furious, Ragnar sprang forward and lowered his chainsaw into the mighty arch of death. he took the witch It went through the skull, neck, chest, stomach and pelvis and split in two. Hit the shaman's leg with one hit Two cows lying on the stone floor of the cave are cleaning their intestines and bowels. then he saw her All surrounding areas have been cleared. He reached out and took the ax from the armor and threw it away from me by now. If p