lcionline Chapter 296: The Power of the Primarch Who is Huron
Chapter 296: The Power of the Primarch Who is Huron
"Focus on attacking Macragge's Glory and let those troublesome troops focus on reducing the void shield's energy.
The fleet cuts into the enemy fleet and ensures that the boarding ships are at a safe distance! Whoever can get Guilliman's head will be my equal! "
Huron looked at the star map and the expanding fleet, issuing one order after another. He was able to capture Guilliman once before, and now he can still do it to a level that has never been achieved before and will never be repeated!
7 or 8 battleships infected by the power of Chaos burst out with the most terrifying combined beams, and the gathered light spear rays shot onto the void shield of Macragge's Glory in the blink of an eye.
If the target of this joint attack was other warships, the result would be the destruction of the ship and the death of people. Even this huge Queen of Glory-class battleship would have a hard time withstanding such a violent energy bombardment.
"Keep bombarding! I finally caught the fake emperor's lackey today! I will cut off your limbs and hang you on the bow as a trophy!"
The crazed Chaos Space Marines yelled loudly, and their high spirits caused the ship-controlling rebels to howl loudly.
"report!"
Suddenly a crew member stood up and shouted, but his voice seemed too small amid the shouts of the crowd.
So he could only pull out his laser pistol and shoot the bitch who was screaming the loudest next to him. The decision was very successful and the scene immediately became quiet.
"Report! Subspace fluctuations were detected on the port side of our ship at 400 kilometers on the X axis, 400 kilometers on the Y axis, and 200 kilometers on the Z axis. It may be a jump activity of the enemy ship!"
"Warp? Hahahahaha, Guilliman's troops are all here, where else can he get a fleet from?
At most, they are just a few light cruisers. Who would have the courage to drive a battleship into such a chaotic vortex?
Do you think dying isn't fast enough? Then let them come! I can't wait to enjoy the pleasure of chopping up the body!"
Chaos Can waved his hand, and instead of asking the warships to prepare for shooting, he ordered the fleet to move closer to the jump point.
Then, in the gaze of the Chaos Can and a group of rebel horses, in a squirming corner somewhere in the dark space, the ferocious wolf head with a swirling glare began to show its edge.
As for the so-called chaos can that was waiting for the enemy to arrive, when he saw that the data on the shipborne host were not what he expected, he suddenly realized that the problem might be a bit serious!
"Run the engine at full speed, get away from the enemy! Where's the jump engine! Get out of here!!!"
"Report! Acceleration requires 18 minutes to accelerate, and the jump engine requires 27 minutes to warm up and set the jump point!"
The Chaos Space Marine's face was pale and powerless, and in the command room of the Imperial battleship that jumped out of the warp, the grinning Russ also revealed the aura of Sirius Chasing the Sun.
"Smash them!"
The battle barges from the Space Wolves spewed out dazzling flames, and the huge wolf heads seemed to roar at the same time.
Imperial Fist's Battle Barge
Hundreds of kilometers were reached in the blink of an eye. The Chaos Can, which had just thought it would be better to get closer, now looked as if his parents had died.
Several torpedoes arrived first, and the void shield was useless. In the light blue shield, a fiery red mushroom cloud showed their beautiful figures.
Then the wolf head with bared fangs disappeared into the smoke, and the bloody pursuit tore open the wound of the prey.
The armor was breached, the deck was broken, the hangar was cracked, and the engine was torn apart. The Space Wolves felled their prey, the Space Wolves bit their target, and the Space Wolves made the kill!
"BOOM!"
The rumbling explosion shook the ship. In the dark space, a fireball with a diameter of several kilometers engulfed the battle barge. The Chaos Cruiser that was so invincible just now was now scattered everywhere.
"Report to Warmaster Huron! Three Space Wolves' battle barges have jumped 3000 kilometers to the side of our team!"
Huron's brows gradually furrowed as he listened to the soldier's words.
"Space Wolves? Why are they howling here instead of around the Eye of Terror?
...Damn it, three battle barges. Which company are these from? How could they possibly help Guilliman?!"
Puzzled, Huron looked toward the deep black area outside the huge French window and thought of the only possible scenario.
"Report! There are warp fluctuations coming from 16 areas of varying distances around us at the same time. We...we are surrounded!"
Before the crew member finished speaking, a despairing space image flashed on Huron's face under the huge viewing window.
The real light really shocked the Chaos rebels, and in a flash, almost two-thirds of the Space Wolves fleet appeared.
The glow that appeared from all directions, up and down, left and right, front and back, and the psychedelic halo created by the transition illuminated everyone's face.
Anyone who could see the scenes in space and understand the ship data opened their mouths wide.
"Rush...Rush out!"
"Fight back! Fight back!"
The sudden fleet accurately cut into their rear, and warships of all sizes were like fireworks in the air. Both sides found their respective prey and began a life-and-death hunt.
"Rumble!"
The world-destroying beam of light from the spear instantly poured onto the void shield. The entire ship felt the unstoppable tremor, and the loud alarm made people even more panic-stricken.
Torpedoes of various colors, cannons of various types, and light spears of various types were flying all over the sky, representing the breath of death that seemed to be approaching quietly.
"Space Wolves... Space Wolves... Damn Space Wolves! Damn Guilliman too!
I am the King of the Red Corsairs, Lord of Badab, the great Luft Huron!
I have died many times, but no one can take my life! I will not die but the Primarch will die. Today is the day for me to destroy the Empire's hope!
Come on Guilliman, show me what you are capable of!"
Amid the clanging sounds, Huron swore a great oath and stared closely at every move of the holographic projection force field generator. He was waiting, waiting for a result that was not too clear.
"Report! The lower deck of the ship has been damaged, and it is suspected that an enemy ship has boarded the ship!"
"Call up the imagery of this area!"
At Huron's command, his eyes, which had never blinked, stared intently at the figures in the chaotic and noisy place. Among those powerful space warriors, a taller figure gradually emerged.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! I knew you couldn't wait to kill me with your own hands, to kill the enemy who once defeated you!
Immediately mobilize the troops to surround the Primarch and kill all his personal guards, leaving me to deal with this presumptuous lackey of the false emperor.
Guilliman, since you are so confident, I will let you know that arrogance will never end well!"
Huron led his troops in a hurry, his desire for murder growing stronger and stronger. Although he despised the gods, part of him still hoped to get their help, or even use them.
If he imprisoned Guilliman, he would have more topics to talk about in his deal with the evil god, and his status would rise, and more Chaos Space Marines would join his camp.
"Abaddon.. humph!"
Before he finished speaking, the Space Marines of the surrounding Red Corsair Regiment cheered together, and formed groups of three or five, two or three, opened their armories, picked up their bolters, held chainswords and slung plasma cannons.
Calling friends and marching forward, more and more people gathered and their guns became bigger and bigger. Hundreds of people were marching in a large crowd as if they were participating in some kind of competition.
They rushed forward bravely to take the first place, all hoping to gain the first place in front of the war commander, and they all rushed to be the first, fearing that the enemy would be slaughtered by their teammates if they were not paying attention.
They climbed over mountains and crossed forests and rivers, and headed straight for the morgue where a fierce conflict was taking place. They raised their grenade launchers and aimed at the burly monster in wolf fur who was holding a huge hammer.
The bullets flew out of the gun, and the giant hammer shining with thunder also spun out, and with a "crackling" sound, all the approaching bullets were detonated by the electric arc without even touching it.
The war hammer seemed to be unhindered and instead moved faster and faster. With a "bang", the hammer and the man smashed through the wall, deflated the red pirate's breastplate, or rather, smashed his entire upper body.
"Wolf Lord's personal guard, Ajak Stonefist, fights for Russ!"
Ajak Stonefist, you can learn about this guy's history, "invincible" is the word to describe him
Stonefist roared, raised his huge rune round shield and ran forward, withstanding the hacking attacks of several Chaos Cans. He waved his right hand, and after a flash, a giant hammer as tall as him flew back into his hand.
Then there was a loud bang, and the Space Marines of the Red Corsair Regiment were shattered together under the giant hammer. Not even a scratch was left on the Stone Fist.
"ROAAA! For Ruth!!!"
Wolf Lord Logan Grimnar laughed wildly, and every step he took in his Terminator power armor made the ground rumble, but even louder was the twin heavy bolter on his left arm.
Those bullets, which were about the size of a fist, accurately hit the body of the rebellious can and shattered the enemy's armor with a "bang bang".
The double-edged axe in his hand was even sharper. He swung it with one hand with great force. The Chaos Cans that were chopped didn't even make a sound, and the Power Sword that was used as a block was also chopped off with a "snap".
Wolf Guard in Terminator Power Armor
The group of Chaos Canned Monsters who were so excited and couldn't wait to slaughter the Loyalist Space Marines never dreamed that the boarding fleet they encountered was actually composed of all high-level combat forces.
Even the weakest one is the personal guard of each Wolf Lord, and one of the most capable figures in the company. He is the Emperor's champion, representing a strong man who will not stop fighting until the enemy is dead.
What made them even more frightened was that among these Space Marines who emerged like wild beasts, not a single one was not wearing Terminator power armor, and not a single one of them was carrying heavy firepower weapons.
There are only giant axes emitting cold air, hammers shining with thunder, and swords dripping with blood...
“Puka!”
"Bang!"
"Stab!"
Huron stood there in a daze. He listened to the hoarse screams on the deck and rode his horse at full speed to the scene of the firefight. However, his joyful mood plummeted after the first glance.
The ground was littered with broken limbs and fragments, as if it had been hit by a whirlwind missile. Apart from the Red Pirates' soldiers, there were only some mortal flesh and blood. Mixed together, they only served as garbage.
Xiu Lun was dumbfounded. He admitted defeat. The possibility of escape in this situation was zero. If he fought back, the other party would only open fire.
Although the power armor on his body is a custom-made high-grade product, the generals from various companies on the opposite side who are sharpening their swords all have a few holy objects that ordinary people can't get.
There are no wolves in Fenris...
"Where's Guilliman! Let him out! Doesn't he want to fight me? Doesn't he want to regain the face he had when he was imprisoned?
Come on, let him come over, let him..."
This time he was really tongue-tied. Huron couldn't believe the figure before him. Although he had never seen the Primarch of the Space Wolves, that kind of primitive breath and that kind of wild taste would not deceive him.
The other party's silence seemed to be able to kill people. Huron even felt that his transformed body was shaking.
His breathing became heavier, his heartbeat quickened, and his throat jumped up and down. Huron felt as if his body was poisoned, otherwise why would he feel like vomiting?
"You're the fucking name Huron?"
Before he finished speaking, Huron seemed to be standing in the wilderness. Looking up, there was no scenery except the heavy snow. The rolling cold wind was like ice knives piercing his bones. He was shivering for a few breaths.
And the more dangerous thing had just arrived. The shrill wolf howl made his body tremble even more. This unprecedented experience made him realize that the other party was not just strong in physical strength.
In some unknown aspect, the other party definitely has abilities that no one else can possess!
“Crackle…Crackle…”
The werewolf was walking on thick white snow, his body covered with blood, hot air coming out of his mouth, and he walked slowly towards us with an expression that looked like he wanted to taste flesh and blood.
Just know what it means
This kind of fear that came from some kind of instinct could not be resisted by willpower. Huron's left hand holding the axe blade couldn't stop shaking, and it was even difficult for him to lift the axe blade.
A strong sense of grief and indignation surged in Huron's heart. This inferiority complex deeply hurt him. He was close to failure before the battle even began. This was more painful to him than if he were killed.
"I am Luft Huron! I am the Tyrant of Badab!!!"
The humiliation gave him courage, and he raised the axe blade and dropped it instantly, slashing into the werewolf's body, and everything was immediately gone...
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
His vision was focused again and the illusion finally disappeared, but the real iron fist had beaten him to the ground, his jaw had been torn open, and the skin covering the metal facial bones had been torn to pieces.
After the Badab War, most of Huron's body was replaced by machines.
The Primarch didn't even wear gloves, and just his bare fists were enough to break his almost all-metal body.
He didn't even have the right to raise his hands to fight back, and he was deprived of even the right to fall down.
Russ was like a whirlwind, knocking the red sandbag off the ground. As it kept swinging left and right, the broken parts fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.
"Hey you, why is it all just a bunch of scrap metal? I should find something made of meat so I can fight more comfortably."
"Father Russ, what should we do with the enemy ships?"
"They tore up all the ships and killed all the people."