Even with Deathstroke's enthusiastic help, the search still turned up nothing.
Large numbers of Space Marines searched every corner of The Tower for hypothetical enemies, such as aliens like Gitz or Dimension Spiders, but only occasionally found a few hidden Gretchin.
Those things definitely could not have been responsible for the missing Space Marines, but they were stomped to death and burned anyway.
The Dark Angels had brought Tech-Sergeants, and their company was outside establishing defensive positions. The Space Wolves, with their keen noses, were tasked with finding people.
Unfortunately, The Tower contained every kind of scent imaginable.
Before the Greenskins occupied this place, it had likely changed hands several times. Aside from the T'au, who had never appeared on this world, every race had left traces behind to some extent.
After receiving the report that nothing had been found, Gunnar tore several steel doors apart with his bare hands. But no amount of anger could change reality. He soon calmed down and was led back to the drinking table by the kind-hearted Deathstroke.
"Alas, I can't be of much help. How shameful." Su Ming pulled a wooden barrel from beneath the table. It was filled with alcohol, and after opening it, he set it before the Wolf Lord and spoke sincerely. "May the Emperor bless them."
Gunnar sniffed. This honey wine was a Fenrisian favorite. He did not ask where it had come from, instead grabbing the fifty-kilogram barrel one-handed and taking a huge gulp as though it were a cup. "Gulp! Ah! Let's just say he got lost in a blizzard. But even in death, a wolf will bite its enemy hard. I hope he made them bleed too."
Su Ming patted his shoulder plate, though his palm was not even as large as the eye on the