A Question About Fenris's Ancient Customs

All communications sent by the Chaos faction were intercepted by "Fang of the Frost Wolves." Of course, "intercepted" might not be the most accurate word, since the entire cruiser was under their control.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Andrea looked at the distress call and couldn't help but laugh, pointing at the screen to show the Company Commander: "Look, those useless bastards actually sent out a distress signal!"

Tell them to hold on a little longer.

Albert glanced at the priest and said calmly, "Once we've finished cleaning Upper-hive, it'll be their turn."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Andrea seemed quite troubled and asked, "Butzwig wants to participate in this battle. He said... if you don't let him go, when you get back, he'll let you experience firsthand what the ancient customs of Fenrir are like."

Upon hearing this, even the battle-hardened Company Commander Albert, with four gold nails in his forehead, couldn't help but gasp, staring at him wide-eyed. "Wait, after the last boarding action, Butzwig hasn't fallen into a deep sleep yet?!"

Uh... no.

Andrea gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "He said he finally woke up once to check on how the wolf cubs' training was going, so he hasn't slept since, and it's been delayed until now..."

The communicator is practically exploding with noise!

Moreover, seeing the screen full of threats truly sent chills down Andrea's spine; he was genuinely afraid!

"..."

Albert's eye twitched.

"Should we approve Butzwig's request to fight?" Pastor Andrea asked cautiously, afraid of getting himself involved, after all, this man was a real "big shot"!

"Otherwise what?!"

Albert snapped, annoyed, "Is it you who wants to experience Fenrir's ancient customs, or is it me who wants to experience them?"

Even now.

Just thinking about that so-called "ancient Fenrir custom" made this battle-hardened veteran feel a dull ache in his groin. Don't ask what happened... it hurt too much!

"In no mood!"

Andrea shook his head resolutely!

Although, from any perspective, Albert didn't think that such a trivial problem was worth sending Butzwig out, he really didn't want to experience Fenrir's ancient customs again.

Moreover, knowing his good brother "Butzwig's" temperament well, he had finally been awakened once and helped them resist the Chaos Gang's intrusion.

Albert couldn't bear to let his former "good brother" fall into a deep sleep.

Now that you're awake, why not go and "have some fun"?

Just consider it a break. Anyway, given Losel's strength, Albert doesn't think he can do any damage to "Butzwig," not to mention his Chapter Brother are all here!

As he spoke, Albert seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Andrea meaningfully. "My brother, I've treated you well, haven't I?"

The sudden tenderness made Andrea feel uneasy, and she stared warily at the Company Commander: "Just say what you want!"

"Cough cough..."

Albert coughed twice, then cautiously glanced around to make sure no one else was around before leaning closer and whispering, "Look, I've served the Emperor for over three hundred years, almost four hundred. That's pretty loyal, isn't it?"

"So what?"

Andrea took a half step back, as if guessing what he was about to say, his lips twitching slightly. "You wouldn't happen to be...?"

Albert patted him on the shoulder, his tone inexplicably low, serious, and solemn, and sighed softly, "If that day ever comes, don't let me suffer, brother. Please, settle me in the Chapter Monastery... Andrea."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Andrea remained silent for a long time before looking at him with a bitter expression and sighing, "I... will try my best, but you should be prepared that this isn't something I can decide. As for the Chapter Master..."

"Don't worry, the Chapter Master promised me!"

Albert proudly raised his head and chuckled, "When I die, send me back to the Chapter Monastery. You definitely won't throw me into a coffin!"

Looking at the smiling company Company Commander, Andrea opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He desperately wanted to say that... that was exactly what the Chapter Master had promised "Butzwig," and in the end, he was left half-dead and thrown in, wasn't he?

You?

A nearly 400-year-old veteran, and a Company Commander at that, actually thinks he can avoid being thrown in?

Unless Greater Daemon of Chaos blew your corpse apart, otherwise... Andrea pondered, that was 100% impossible. At worst, he'd just wait until you woke up and give the Chapter Master a similar treatment, it's an ancient Fenrir custom!

Anyway, this isn't the first time the Chapter Master has done this.

Soon.

With Albert's approval, the decision was made happily. Some of the brothers who didn't get selected in the lottery were left behind, while the remaining twenty men, divided into two Tactical Squad, including the Company Commander and the priest, boarded the Drop Pod and crashed directly into the enemy's core position!

On the other hand.

Inside the domed sanctuary of the Ecclesiarchy, after Rosales unilaterally announced the termination of their cooperative relationship, Garken was furious and frantically smashed the things around him!

Good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly!

Rosales' termination of the partnership meant that he lost control of the Daemon Engine. Not only that... those useless Chaos Astartes, despite having the upper hand, were actually wiped out quickly!

Is there no justice left?

Is there no law left?

You guys are a whole fighting force, and you actually got wiped out by just one company. Garken can't understand it no matter how hard he tries. How did such a rich battle end up like this?!

He suddenly couldn't understand the situation in Losel!

From a huge advantage, it quickly turned into a disadvantage, and it even looked like the Chaos side was about to be pushed back!

"Useless! Useless! All of you are useless!!!"

Enraged, Garken finally felt the anger that came from the fact that his plans were not going as he had imagined, as if everyone was against him!

After venting his anger, Garken suddenly saw the shattered Emperor statue. The head was turned to the side, and the eyes, which had been tightly closed, seemed to open under the light of the temple.

A hint of pity flickered in the Emperor's eyes.

It seemed to pity this former hero who had now become a henchman of Chaos, or it seemed to mock his plans, foreshadowing their ultimate failure.

"Aaaaaaahh..."

Whether out of guilt or rage, Garken unleashed a torrent of Psychic Power, like a steel claw, shattering the head of the Emperor Statue.

"I will not lose!" He stared fiercely and maliciously outside, at the sky, distorted by the Chaos power, and at his two Corruption faces, which twisted into a chilling sneer, "I will never allow anyone to ruin my plans... never!"

The great Lord of Change, dwelling high in the Crystal Labyrinth of the Warp, let out a mocking, shrill laugh.

At this moment, Garken seemed to sense that a continuous stream of "blessings" was gushing out from the Warp Rift and forcibly pouring into his body.

"Aaaaaaahh..."

Garken's twisted form grew ever larger!

Under the temple lights, he grew layers of hard feathers, his limbs gradually "transformed" into those of a beast, and his flesh and blood wrapped around his lower body like a skirt.

Unparalleled magical knowledge flooded into his mind!

"With this power..."

Garken's twisted, hideous face, resembling that of a ferocious beast, emitted a piercing Psykana Shriek: "Great Lord of Change, behold the magnificent performance I present to you!"

"I'll act like your mother!!!"

A curse suddenly rang out in the temple.

Before Garken could react, a close-range plasma shot blasted directly into his body. The powerful explosion sent him flying, and even with Tzeentch's blessing, his body was blasted apart by large chunks of flesh!

Who goes there?!

The Garken were stunned until their shattered flesh and blood emitted painful screams as they glared angrily at the source of the attack.

But then, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, holding Plasma Gun and followed by several Astartes, suddenly stormed into the Dome Temple.

"I'm your Uncle Alvin!"

Alvin glared at Garken, then turned and shouted at a shadowy figure behind him, "Terminator, that's the bastard! Cut him down!"

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