bookrandom Chapter 327 As long as I don’t go back, I won’t lose money when I go out this time.
Chapter 327 As long as I don’t go back, I won’t lose money when I go out this time.
How can I be the clan leader if I don’t have any ability?
The old patriarch is also a well-known hero. He is over sixty years old, and the more he uses the spear, the more demonic he becomes. His arms seem to be shaking slightly, but in fact, he blocks and thrusts in one go, thrusting straight into the center of Rogier's eyebrows.
Rogier just laughed and turned his head. The old patriarch raised his spear, intending to attack Rogier's covered eyes.
Rogier was shocked. Although the power armor was high-tech, its surface still looked as smooth as rough iron armor. But if the coarse cloth eye patches covering the mechanical eyes were removed, then this group of people would shout that the devil has come.
The old wolf stretched out his hand, pushed a young man away, and held the incoming spear with one hand.
The old patriarch felt a strong force coming from the gun, so he held his breath and concentrated, trying to press down the gun barrel. Unexpectedly, the strong force was mixed with a clever force, which instantly lifted his feet off the ground.
The old patriarch was tumbling in the air like a cloud and mist. He was hit hard on the back and rolled twice on the ground. He stopped his retreat with the gun pole on the ground and stood up like a carp to face Rogier.
"Heroes are good at martial arts." (Barbarian language)
The old clan leader admired him in his heart. He knew that the whole clan could not defeat a strong man. He would not feel ashamed if he had not beaten him.
However, when his eyes looked at Rogier's hand, when his arm muscles recovered from paralysis and he felt the touch in his hand, anger took over his heart in an instant.
Rogier was also a little surprised. He didn't control his strength well, the sacred tree spear broke, and he held half of the spear head in his hand.
Seeing that the old patriarch was about to come up and fight for his life, Rogier pushed away the besieging people with all his strength. In an instant, five or six people around him were pushed away, their feet flew off the ground, and several people behind him fell together.
The ocean hunters had just returned when they saw this terrifying scene. There were people wielding bows and arrows, throwing spears, and charging forward with knives. They were all mixed in with the fallen people. It was chaotic for a while. .
The carver pulled out his ancestral sacred wooden sword and was about to step forward, but the captain pulled him back and made him fall behind. When he sprinted again, he was already behind the crowd.
Rogier moved quickly and jumped to a high place. The clan warrior was willing to let him go. The old clan leader's curse was so angry that everyone in the clan could hear it. Wielding a broken ancestral spear, he directed his warriors to hurl their weapons at Rogier from above.
Rogier looked left and right, and his eyes caught sight of the towering sacred tree.
All of a sudden, he jumped up heavily and jumped randomly in the clan's territory, jumping from one roof to another.
Although Rogier came down wearing power armor, it was still a very terrifying weight. The stone roof was okay. Many dignitaries and highly skilled ice carvers made their roofs and windows out of solid ice. Rogier If you step down, the property damage will be immeasurable.
The old wolf broke into the opponent's clan's forbidden area amidst more and more yells and curses. Along the way, women dressed in "beautiful" clothes could be seen, opening their arms to welcome Rogier.
It was definitely not Rogier who was so handsome, charming, suave and handsome that captured their hearts in one second.
They want to use their bodies to hold off the intruder.
Rogier dodged deftly, and the steel giant quickly rushed to the place of faith for the whole village, under the tallest sacred tree within hundreds of miles.
This tree is on a high hillside. To be precise, the people of the clan dug out the surrounding land as a shelter from the snowstorm. As a result, they dug bigger and bigger, forming a village below.
Surrounded by beautiful bone patterns and ever-burning lamps made of animal fat, it is not as cold as the surroundings. There are precious and carefully tended thorn bushes near the trees.
Rogier hugged the huge tree with dozens of people hugging it. When everyone came here, he had already climbed dozens of meters.
The clan members were shocked and angry, but they did not dare to follow him up or throw weapons.
"He's dead and no one can face the cold storm on high floors with exposed skin."
They watched as Rogier climbed up, his figure gradually being submerged by the ice storm that was speeding above all year round. When the height exceeded a hundred meters, the biting cold could completely freeze the naked person.
Below, the old patriarch organized the soldiers to spread out the protective cloth in an orderly manner, not because he wanted to save the life of Rogier who fell, but because he smashed it down. If the precious plants were damaged, it would be a disaster that would be difficult to recover for thousands of years.
"Only gods can survive in the sky, and the God of Storms will kill anyone who dares to violate his authority."
Rogier climbed all the way. Gradually, the branches became thinner and thinner, and he felt that they were almost there.
He planned to stick half of the spear on it as a standard for future recruit assessments. For example, those who could climb here without using technology would be selected by the Wolf Priest to become recruits.
Then, his sensitive ears heard some strange sounds.
"above?"
Rogier thought for a while, then continued to climb up while holding half of the spear.
But after only climbing less than thirty meters, it was just a matter of a few exertions for him, and the surrounding visibility had already dropped visibly to the naked eye.
The old wolf's mechanical eye was severely disturbed, but the naked eye could still clearly see the blurry black shadow above.
......
"Quick, quick, quick, put up the scaffolding over there quickly. Where is the fish skin, hurry up and lay it out."
There are many ferocious beasts in the sea, and there are a lot of biological materials with terrifying strength. Fish skins and bones were made into simple greenhouses in an attempt to block the corpses falling from the sky.
But this time. They failed.
"Old patriarch, look, a black shadow has fallen."
"Well, the God of Storms will punish the invaders..."
The old patriarch's words stopped abruptly. As a girl in the distance screamed uncontrollably, the sculptor shouted, "Get out of here!"
Everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, and the old patriarch's eyes were filled with tears for a moment. He didn't know whether he felt sorry for the sacred tree or something else.
The huge corpse smashed down, instantly destroying the sacrificial place that the entire clan had carefully maintained.
They wanted to say something, but their mouths were open and no sound came out.
Rogier inserted the spear into the forehead of the giant beast. He stood proudly and stepped on the tip of the spear deeper with one foot. The wings of the crawling giant beast twitched, like black wings like a bat, but extremely hard. It can ride on the storm winds near the ground and fly quickly.
To put it bluntly, although your wings look like a Khorne demon, your combat effectiveness is far behind. Only the crocodile-like mouth and the sharp bone blades of the wings can be used for killing. You don’t even have claws. A footless bird?
Rogier looked up to the sky and howled, a wolf howl that shocked the heavens and the earth.
The stunned clan members all had their legs weak, and all those who were close knelt down to worship.
"The Storm God...has been killed, the God-Slayer..." the old patriarch muttered to himself as his eyes were blank.
"He is the fiercest warrior, the God-killer. No, no, no, the only one who can kill God is God. He is the son of God." Rumors spread everywhere, and the fierce men of all clans were trying to find a reason to comfort themselves and explain. This is an impossible sight.
The old wolf curled his lips, that's it? Although this beast is strong enough on Fenris, you guys are really not as good as us Fenrisians. When I was eleven years old, I killed a beast similar to this thing. My dad I followed my prey out of the house and got back a lot of fine wine and barbecue, as well as the Fenrisian mammoth leather belt that I longed for.
Then, drunk, he was taken away by the wolf priest in his sleep.
Rogier silenced the whispers of the people around him with his second wolf roar, and everyone lowered their heads, willing to respect him as the new leader.
The old clan leader presented the remaining sacred tree spear with both hands, which in the past symbolized the highest rights of the clan.
Rogier took half of the spear and walked slowly to the carver.
He was the only one around who didn't kneel down.
"Do you want to challenge me?" (Fenrisian)
"I want to gain your power." (Barbarian language)
There was a slight deviation in the exchange between the two parties. Rogier looked at the sacred wood sword he had drawn. It was a tool used to carve solid ice. It could not cause even the slightest injury to the emperor's angel, but the sculptor said straightly. He stood with no fear in his eyes.
Rogier decided to demonstrate his power once again, an act that he had little confidence in.
He grabbed the carved sacred wood knife and struck it against half of the sacred wood spear. You could see a terrifying gap appeared on the sacred wood knife, and one end of the spear became extremely sharp again.
Rogier raised his spear high, leaned back slowly, and looked towards the top of the sacred tree wrapped in the storm.
"Whoosh~~~"
The spear flashed with silver light and disappeared into the storm, followed by a loud noise, and everyone could even see the sacred tree shaking.
"I will recruit the most powerful people to join my clan, and they will gain the same power as me. I will only recruit children, children who can climb the sacred tree to where the spear is."
Rogier felt that the position was too high and many people might freeze to death, but the Space Wolves did not want weaklings.
The quality of the soldiers here is even worse, so they must go through more brutal selection.
It takes time for the two parties to communicate with each other. Rogier did not intend to let these people know his true identity. He was even considering whether to let Yifeng know about this planet.
According to the teacher's behavior, it is estimated that there will be a burst of technological development and compulsory education. Technology will change life and establish a prosperous animal husbandry world in the ice and snow. Those ferocious beasts will be kept in captivity and ruthless killing weapons will be spread all over the planet. Then those who are good at using them will The elites of the Planetary Defense Force, who use various killing weapons to deal with huge beasts, are selected into the servant army or form the second army in the world.
Probably that's it.
Rogier slowly walked back to the "steel ship".
Then a lot of supplies and wine were taken out.
Brother Yifeng is right about one thing. Food is a good weapon and a good gift. No one will refuse delicious food unless he drinks too much.
Rogier slapped his head, "I want to use my advantage. I have to get Brother Yifeng to agree not to interfere here and let me recruit troops here."
Then let’s have a drink with Brother Yifeng, and I’ll take out half of the treasure I’ve hidden away...one-third...one-quarter...whatever, Drink, I don’t believe that I, a serious Space Wolf, can’t drink his Jaghatai Khan’s prying boy?
With these messy thoughts in his mind, his hands were not idle at all, and a group of clan members were still kneeling and confused about the situation. Rogier skillfully laid out the specifications of a grand banquet.
Everyone in the clan didn't know what he wanted to do. Compared with Fenris, this planet had fewer plants. Things like campfires would not be used until the moment of life and death.
Rogier easily took out a large box from the ship, which contained the common fuel for our space bonfire party. There is no wood in space. The technical sergeant compressed the high-energy blocks into wooden strips and mixed them with Fenris wood powder to increase the amount of wood. The important thing about the smell of smoke is that it burned for a long time. A group of people drank too much in a daze and still burned when they woke up.
Originally, the members of the clan stood up and some started running towards home. For example, the captain was running towards his "fishing boat" to offer the best prey to the gods. As a result...
The warmth brought by the flames soaring into the sky was warmer and brighter than the only few days of sunshine they had in a year. They had never seen such lovely flames in their lives, dancing in the bonfire, and the dance of the flame elves was so charming. .
They all knelt down again, the old man with tears in his eyes and the young man in shock.
Rogier said something to the carver that he didn't understand, and then used his sacred wooden knife to cut off a piece of the flesh and blood of the "God of Storms", stuck it next to the fire, and roasted it.
When the old wolf opened the wine that mortals could drink, the rich aroma of the wine made everyone understand what he meant.
cheer! Sing and dance! It's party time!
......
On the other side, Yifeng is really not in the mood to hold a celebration banquet. No matter how he calculates it, he will lose money.
Love blossoms when everyone sees it, and Slaanesh finally gets caught when he meets Holy Leth (fake version) who doesn't want to have an abortion.
Can you imagine how many facilities were destroyed, how many stasis bombs and gravity weapons were used, how many factories were shut down and production stopped?
Honso took advantage of the commotion in our battleship and when the flagship stopped moving, he forcibly launched the jump. I don't know which evil god was helping him. Why did he use the subspace jump to escape within the Mandeville Point.
The key is that my battlefield has not been cleaned up, and several frigates cannot be taken away.
Cypher didn't catch it, and he didn't know it was hidden in the corner of the People's Light.
If it wasn't too arrogant, Yifeng would like to sail the ship to Terra now to ask the winner if his injury has been cured. If he is cured, come over and help me catch a mouse.
These battleships, cruisers, power armor...can't soothe my hurt heart at all, I need to pay more!
Counting the green-skinned worlds that have just been occupied by the undead and have been swept away by the undead, there are less than three thousand worlds in the world. We need more resources, but if we continue to occupy them, we can hide Can't stand it anymore.
The Dark Star Territory in the Obscure Star Territory is a good place, but the Ministry of Interior has visited this area and decided not to waste ship fuel money. How many resources do you think it can have?
The resources required to support the troops of Red Torrent are only half of those of the Empire. The mass production of adamantine armor does not require the help of the Forging World, and the recruitment of soldiers relies entirely on the efforts of pharmacists. Mortals only need to provide explosive bombs, basic resources and biological organ-related resources, but our low taxes are destined to be unable to meet the demand.
"Dong Dong Dong~"
"Enter."
A knock on the door interrupted Yifeng's sad contemplation, and the communications officer entered the front command room carrying a report.
"Master, this is a communication signal received by the Astropath from the past, but we think it is of sufficient value. In addition, Anthony Fearless has entered a stasis position."
Yifeng took the information and said, "Okay, I owe Anthony a favor this time. Please remind me that the next time I wake him up, it will be when he is fighting the Tyranids. If the battle situation allows... I, Cao .”
A piece of information was turned over and over by the division commander, and money came rolling in from all directions.
This is a witness report of a damaged battleship stranded in the real world. This is not an intelligence sent by a professional astropath, but a psychic intelligence sent by an imperial psyker before his death.
The Nightfall, Dusk, Nightfall, it has many names, but without exception they all point to a powerful battleship - the Night Lord's Glory Queen-class battleship.
It is equipped with a super labyrinth designed by the original body Perturabo himself. The interior is a completely dark environment. Even after surgical enhancement, the Astartes, except for the Night Lords, still feel a little dark.
Here Curze once tortured those poor prey, and here Angron once wandered in a dark maze in impotent rage.
During the Great Heresy, this battleship was used as a prison to restrain Angron. It was not until the beginning of the war that Angron was ejected to Terra.
It is said that nine elite troops of the Night Lords are stationed all year round, all fully staffed.
The Dark Angels succeeded in severely damaging it, and the ship has been missing since.
"Commander, we think this is a suitable goal. We only need to sail to Stone City in the real world, and then jump into subspace. We can reach the destination in a short distance."
"Yeah, that's very... wait, you mean, from a warp distance, that's very close to our forge world of Stone City?"
"From the Astropath's description, yes, should we notify them to send in a reconnaissance force?"
"No, no troops are allowed to move or make any movements in Stone City. The flagship is heading directly towards the target area, leaving the real world."
"Master, in that case, we may have to spend an extra month."
"Execute my orders."
joke. Scouting the Night Lords, what's the difference between assassinating Alpharius and firing cannons at Perturabo? When the time comes, the Night Vessel will be filled with corpses of scouts hanging upside down. Isn't it fun?
As for why not go to subspace...
The Warp is not to be trusted, including this message, and only the flagship has the ability to ignore any traps.
The flagship gallops through the real world, heading straight for the target area.
Just missing the winner's boat, the winner's ship headed all the way to Tau without any stops along the way.
They only have the accurate positioning of Tau. Most of the other planets are worlds that Red Torrent has recovered by itself. Many world empires have no records at all.
"Remember, in the Milky Way, the Tau are no longer our enemies. The Dark Eldar have almost disappeared. This must be taken into consideration when making strategic decisions. These are the actions of the Red Torrent."
Two Imperial Guards: The winner is so powerful, and the army led by the winner is invincible! (Applause)
"However, no achievements can cover up the possibility of his rebellion. The traitor of the year, the evil Horus, has conquered a territory for the empire that is much larger than the Red Torrent. We cannot make the second mistake again and must keep a close eye on them. ..."
"Huh?" The divine bird servant on the Forbidden Army boat flashed for a moment, and then returned to silence.
It seems like a big guy passed behind my butt? Signal interference?
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The body of the Night Lord hung upside down in the endless maze of the Night Veil, with various bloody corpses and ancient pure armor blended together.
Their lives finally died, and the only thing that can be called an achievement is that they did not take refuge in Chaos until their death.
The Primarch decreed that the Night Lords would only rebel against the Empire and not join Chaos.
After Curze's death, it is unknown how many people still abide by this order, but all the Night Lords on this Glory Queen-class battleship abide by this rule, until now all of them died in the battle.
The Alpha Legion killed him, no, to be precise, the Omega Legion.
The rebel faction of the Twentieth Legion succeeded in destroying them, long after their Glory Queen-class battleship, the Omegaon, was also here.
This was a battle for the legion's flagship. The Alpha Assassins in the Night Lords destroyed their engine system at a critical moment, causing the Nightfall to be unable to maneuver. Although the former Black Guards killed the traitor, the collapse was inevitable. .
Whether intentionally or not, none of the Night Lords chose to escape. They all died here, a long time ago.
Now, beneath the body, a patrol of Alpha warriors passed, the Astartes of the Twentieth Legion so relaxed that they were not even pretending to be the Night Lords.
The Omigan has completely turned into a satellite. Under their crazy camouflage technology, they have been orbiting this world for decades.
This is a trap, the purpose is to ambush a fleet of Imperial Astartes and obtain enough corpses of the Emperor's Angels to perform an ulterior sacrifice.
Back then, after the Word Bearers' History of Ashes, the Queen of Glory, was discovered, it was jointly attacked by the Ultramarines and multiple destroyer formations. The Alpha Legion was well prepared this time, flanked by a branch of the Raven Guard Expeditionary Force.
They were very relieved that the Raven Guard did not have a Glorious Queen-class battleship at all, and had long been destroyed in the Isstvan Massacre.
With two Glory Queen-class ships and a large escort fleet, they have gone through many years of replenishment and "quick attack with the help of the corpse of the Night Lord", and their numbers have made them invincible.
A large hole was broken on the surface of the Night Veil, and the bow of the ship was basically destroyed. In fact, there was no impact at all. The destroyed macro gun arrays had been repaired into space torpedo launch cabins and hidden under the ruins.
The entire ship was motionless, floating along the edge of the galaxy.