Lost Wolf Cub

In the deepest, unknown depths of the Warp waves.

The overwhelming malice emanating from the Chaos and destructive power washed over a pitch-black, sacred ship like a torrent.

At the stern of its ship, a huge flag was engraved and depicted a beast that appeared to be hunting an ancient wolf, its sharp fangs bared and its eyes gleaming with crimson light.

In the Imperium of Man, a Strike Cruiser like this could accommodate an entire Astartes combat company, including the necessary Thunderhawk- class landing craft, Drop Pod, gunships, Rhino APC, and so on—enough to handle most vehicles on the battlefield.

The cruisers themselves possess sufficient firepower to handle many enemies that the mortal Astra Militarum cannot cope with.

But... this Strike Cruiser is now riddled with damage. The ship's armor on its sides bears the remains of wreckage that was breached by Melta, and several huge holes indicate that it had recently encountered a fierce battle!

Just hours ago, this Strike Cruiser, which was supposed to be heading to some part of the Segmentum Obscurus to suppress a local rebellion, was ambushed by the traitorous Chaos Astartes after entering Warp. In the extremely fierce boarding battle, although they successfully defeated those damned heretics, the ship was severely damaged and urgently needed repairs and resupply!

Inside the command center of the Strike Cruiser, several tall, strong Astartes, clad in heavy armor, were gathered together, discussing how to escape their current predicament.

"Company Commander, we must get out of Warp as soon as possible..."

The Chapter Serf's deep voice broke the silence first, his gaze falling on the Company Commander: "Several compartments of the cruiser have been damaged; we need supplies and repairs."

How many of our comrades-in-arms did we lose?

As the Company Commander with command authority on this Strike Cruiser, Albert Amos was not wearing a helmet; the three gold studs embedded in his left eyebrow gleamed somewhat in the dim light.

He frowned deeply and asked the question that concerned him most.

"27 brothers in arms..."

The Chapter Serf's tone became much sadder.

A sudden encounter resulted in the deaths of twenty-seven of his sworn brothers, who had fought side by side day and night, and their remains returned to the Golden Throne of the All-Father.

It's important to understand that the entire combat company only has about a hundred members. Losing one-fifth of them in a single battle is an unbearable burden for the Space Marine Chapter!

Not to mention... their combat companies!

The entire lower passage was littered with blood and severed limbs, and there were even pieces of flesh plastered to the walls that could only be scraped off, which was enough to illustrate the ferocity of the battle!

"Twenty-seven people..."

A surge of anger welled up in Albert's eyes. He clenched his fists, his voice as cold as ice, making the temperature in the room drop considerably. "By Leman Russ, we must burn those heretics, unleash the wrath of the All-Father and Leman Russ upon them, let them experience fear deep within their hearts and souls!!!"

"I understand how you feel, but... we need supplies, and the Warp Stormfront are getting worse. If we continue the pursuit..."

As the Chapter's cleric, he felt it necessary to remind the Company Commander of their current predicament. If they continued to pursue them, it was highly likely that... the entire combat company would disappear into the turbulent Warp!

The admonition extinguished some of the anger in Company Commander Albert's heart, but he was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Although they repelled the Chaos Astartes, they did not annihilate them all; a considerable number of Chaos Astartes eventually escaped.

It will be quite difficult to make him swallow this insult!

However, considering his comrades, Albert could only reluctantly nod and agree to the Chapter Serf's suggestion, "Alright, find a stable route, immediately leave the Warp, and head to the nearest Mandeville Point for repairs and resupply. As for those damned heretics... I swear, next time I see them, I'll chop off their heads myself!"

"We will, in Leman Russ's name."

The Chapter Serf breathed a slight sigh of relief, knowing full well that persuading this stubborn Company Commander would be no easy task, especially given the heavy losses suffered.

Avenging every wrong must be done; this was the Company Commander's life motto!

I still remember the last time, in the Imperium's territory, when they were ordered to support an Industrial World that had been conquered by the Tyranid Swarm, they were accidentally slashed by the Tyranid's Hive Tyrant. The Company Commander chased after the Tyranid and, in the vast Hive Tyrant of insects, chopped the Tyranid into mincemeat.

Of course, the consequence of doing so was that he was surrounded by the Zerg swarm. Fortunately, several Ironclad Dreadnought were deployed at the time, which managed to rescue Albert from the swarm.

Looking at Albert, who was in a deep coma and seriously injured, just as the Chapter Master was beginning to consider whether to throw him into "Dreadnought", Albert woke up.

Everyone was happy.

Otherwise, the priest really didn't know if Albert would tear them all apart, including the Chapter Master, if he woke up and found himself stuffed inside "Dreadnought"!

"A safe passage has been found, Company Commander."

At this moment, the driver said in a muffled voice.

"So fast?"

Albert was somewhat shocked. This was the core area of Warp Storm. Under normal circumstances, it shouldn't have subsided so quickly. Even finding a safe route should have taken at least several days or months.

But... looking at the displayed image, the turbulent Warp Storm seemed to be affected by some force, and a stable channel was actually "divided" out!

"It must be the All-Father us!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the pastor uttered a heartfelt praise, "Thank you, great All-Father! Thank you, Leman Russ!"

After all, no one but the great Master of Mankind could perform such a miracle as Moses parting the seas and splitting the Stormfront in the middle amidst such a raging Warp Storm!

Praise be to the All-Father!

Albert's joy was palpable, and he immediately gave the order, "Move out of the nearest 'Mandeville Point'!"

The massive Strike Cruiser, dragging its badly damaged hull, sailed into the calm and safe channel amidst the raging Warp!

The Warp turbulence on both sides grew increasingly turbulent!

The force that seemed to be preventing them from leaving, and even maintaining the waterway, appeared to be teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the turbulent currents, as if it would crumble at any moment!

"Faster! Speed up!"

Albert was getting anxious. If the course went wrong, they would be completely trapped in the terrifying Warp Storm and eventually lose their way.

Finally.

Amidst violent tremors, they entered the Warp!

The pitch-black and profound universe came into view again. The moment Albert closed the Gellar Field and opened the deck cabin, he took a deep breath and relaxed slightly.

He turned to the pilot. "Report the coordinates, location, and the nearest Hive City planet."

However, the driver was somewhat shocked, staring blankly at the position on the screen, completely bewildered, and remained silent for a long time.

Albert frowned slightly, his tone becoming more stern. "What are you daydreaming about? Quickly report our coordinates and the nearest Hive World!"

Hearing the Company Commander's somewhat stern voice, the driver finally recovered from his shock. He swallowed hard and said, "Company Commander, we... seem to be in the Segmentum Obscurus."

"What did you say?!"

Albert's pupils constricted as he exclaimed in shock, "Isn't this the Eastern Fringe? How come it's in the Segmentum Obscurus!"

They were on a suppression mission in the Eastern Fringe, so how did they end up in the Segmentum Obscurus after just one trip into Warp?

"Company Commander, the nearest supply depot... has been mutinous. We've received a distress signal via Astropathic Message communication. The target is... the Losel Hive world located in the Nachmund Gauntlet region."

The driver checked the star chart and quickly determined the location.

"Losel Hive World?"

Albert frowned slightly, then, as if struck by a thought, his eyes narrowed sharply. "Rebellion, Warp Storm... Could it be... guidance from the All-Father?"

Okay, the surgery is over. Now I can only lie face down.