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SPACE WOLF
SPACE WOLF
Author: Victor Kenny

PROLOGUE

Author: Victor Kenny
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-24 00:55:20

From ASSAULTONHESPETH

All nearby buildings were set on fire. The Ragnars entered the fray and ordered their men. The Grolf Brothers. I need two rockets right now! As soon as the door closes, prepare for the storm and imagine.

Thank you letters filled the tabs that connected him to the net. He passed the door that roared to a large block 20 meters from the target. The enemy's laser beam melted the concrete behind his heels, but he moved so fast that despite his powerful armor, the heretics couldn't muster up the courage for him. He stopped crouching behind the piles. A thunder of heavy ammunition filled the air. Somewhere along the line, he hears the Thunderhawk's engine and a few sonic booms as it decelerates from orbit. Even as he watched, bright yellow folds broke through the leaden clouds and a general election appeared. A mass of rockets separated by wings flew over the Earth and landed on the positions of the heretics. He checked his weapon with the precision gained through hundreds of years of experience, took a deep breath, answered the emperor, and waited. He knew everything. His initial baseline rate was normal. His body recovered from minor cuts and scrapes from the debris. You feel a ray of light on your covered face. His senses, sharper than anyone else's, constantly captured the flow of information about the battlefield around him. Up close he could smell the comforting scents of his warrior brothers, a mix of hardened ceramide, oil, Fenris flesh, and subtle signs that they weren't human. He was also able to distinguish faint pheromone traces of anger, pain, and well-controlled fear. He made sure the armor was not damaged. There were a few scratches where shards of hardened ceramic from the shield bounced off. In two places he found bubbles in the paint representing kissing guns. There was an obvious chip in one of the shoulder pads, and the protruding edge went through the casing of an unloaded pistol. Nothing serious. The servomotors that power the powerful battle suit now operate at 75% efficiency, leaving many systems idle to save energy. Nothing to worry about. Thanks to Russ. His body's ability to metabolize the poison took very little to process. He knew of a powerful poison that caused headaches, muscle spasms and dizziness as his body adapted to their presence. It was nowhere near a possibility. All in all, things weren't bad at the time. To be honest, he liked it. After a month of meditation in his cell in the Fang and a week together on one of the great Imperial star cruisers that took part in this little war, this was where the action began. It is not surprising. That's why he was born and trained. His whole life has been preparing for this moment. He eventually became an Imperial Space Marine of the Space Wolf Division. What more could he want in life? He held a loaded pistol in his hand, and the emperor's enemies before him. There was no greater joy in this life than to do my duty and take the lives of those unfortunate heretics. The rock behind him shook. A piece of stone creaked from his armor. Someone hit their cover with something heavy, like a rocket or a very heavy grenade. That's not important. He knew from years of experience that metal reinforced concrete could support it. He studied the timer readings at the top of his field of vision. It's been 1 minute and 4 seconds since I gave the command to Brother Hrolf. He thought it would take two minutes for Hrolf to settle down and another 10 seconds before he could shoot. There was plenty of time for the remaining troops to take their place. The heretics of that time could not have hidden without much more firepower than they use today. This was the idea of ​​the enemy commander. Ragnar heard a monstrous orb approaching. He knew it must have come from an enemy vehicle. The Imperial Army began orbiting in space under the command of the Space Wolf. It is too early to abandon the weapons of the Empire. The logical conclusion was simple. Not everyone you approach is friendly. Acallon contact link confirmed this soon. *Ragnar.EnemyPredatortank accesses your location. Help? completion.*

Ragna thought for a moment. Karulas did not want to return the help of his brothers. Especially when you're not dealing with a single army tank. *Ragnarr. Negative, we'll take care of it. Beast. it's over.*

*He received and understood the message. The emperor is watching you. for.*

Ragnar thought about his choice. He could hear the tank approaching and smell the pungent chemical fumes from the exhaust. Concrete crumbles under the tread as it moves. He could have asked his brother Hrolf to destroy the tank with the unit's heavy support weapon, but that meant he had to stop attacking the bunker while Hrolf moved to a new location, and Ragnar suspected that was necessary. me.

He checked the belt side. Everything was in its place. Medicinal Syringes, Grenade Launchers, Repair Patches. Will be. He looked out and saw the long barrel of a predator rifle in the corner. After a while you will see the whole tank. It was a standard Imperial tank design, but instead of a neat model of the united Imperial Planetary Army, it had a crude eight-armed symbol of chaos with hasty spatters of blood red and yellow painted on the sides. Ragnar saw this disgusting label and gritted his teeth. It was a sign of demon worshipers who vowed to destroy everything Ragnar had fought for his entire life, and seeing it reveals the cruelty to animals removed from the bubble of his space wolf nature. He stood up and with familiar eyes measured the distance between himself and the tank. "Less than a hundred paces," he predicted. The distance closed rapidly as the tank rocked forward. He saw the bolts mounted on the tower turning to support the tower. His position was to the side. Anyway, it was good that I decided to quit. The servos in his armor sprinted towards the open tank. He rose again, but the quick flight from the roof to the tank to a fast target, as he calculated, surprised the gunners too much. Of course, the gunners in the tanks couldn't believe their eyes. The stalker's blows aimed at a spot behind him and pierced the sky above his head. The gunner's demeanor was distant. They obviously thought he was going to get stuck under an oncoming car. Ragnar planned to quickly prove them wrong. They will pay the price for underestimating one of Lehman Rous' sons. He immediately ran to the tank. His eyes quickly swelled. Whether he was walking next to those cars or the cars he and his brothers were riding in, he was amazed at how tall he looked now. He smiled. In fact, when I had to deal with one of these things, it was always different. The gap between the predator and them closed quickly. The air was blown by the vibration of the engine. The smell almost stung my nose. Larsgun's feeble flames drew closer and closer at his heels. At the last moment, he swung to the right, placing the Predator between his fire and the enemy bunker. He reached out and pushed the first explosive grenade between the actuator and the rail connecting them. A charge is created and the fuse is set for 3 seconds. Enough time for Ragnar to charge. When they burst, all the pieces of tread went flying and the wheels started turning into dumbbells. A large part of the track came off and I almost ran into Ragnar. Only his lightning fast reflexes and superhuman clarity from the stress of battle allowed him to dive down. But in reality, he thought the sheer force of a moving piece of metal would be enough to tear his head off. The beast, which had lost its strength after a few steps, slowly began to find its place. Ragnar was delighted by this. It was time to move on to the next phase of his plans as the tower began to swing towards his team.

From ASSAULTONHESPETH

All nearby buildings were set on fire. The Ragnars entered the fray and ordered their men. The Grolf Brothers. I need two rockets right now! As soon as the door closes, prepare for the storm and imagine.

Thank you letters filled the tabs that connected him to the net. He passed the door that roared to a large block 20 meters from the target. The enemy's laser beam melted the concrete behind his heels, but he moved so fast that despite his powerful armor, the heretics couldn't muster up the courage for him. He stopped crouching behind the piles. A thunder of heavy ammunition filled the air. Somewhere along the line, he hears the Thunderhawk's engine and a few sonic booms as it decelerates from orbit. Even as he watched, bright yellow folds broke through the leaden clouds and a general election appeared. A mass of rockets separated by wings flew over the Earth and landed on the positions of the heretics. He checked his weapon with the precision gained through hundreds of years of experience, took a deep breath, answered the emperor, and waited. He knew everything. His initial baseline rate was normal. His body recovered from minor cuts and scrapes from the debris. You feel a ray of light on your covered face. His senses, sharper than anyone else's, constantly captured the flow of information about the battlefield around him. Up close he could smell the comforting scents of his warrior brothers, a mix of hardened ceramide, oil, Fenris flesh, and subtle signs that they weren't human. He was also able to distinguish faint pheromone traces of anger, pain, and well-controlled fear. He made sure the armor was not damaged. There were a few scratches where shards of hardened ceramic from the shield bounced off. In two places he found bubbles in the paint representing kissing guns. There was an obvious chip in one of the shoulder pads, and the protruding edge went through the casing of an unloaded pistol. Nothing serious. The servomotors that power the powerful battle suit now operate at 75% efficiency, leaving many systems idle to save energy. Nothing to worry about. Thanks to Russ. His body's ability to metabolize the poison took very little to process. He knew of a powerful poison that caused headaches, muscle spasms and dizziness as his body adapted to their presence. It was nowhere near a possibility. All in all, things weren't bad at the time. To be honest, he liked it. After a month of meditation in his cell in the Fang and a week together on one of the great Imperial star cruisers that took part in this little war, this was where the action began. It is not surprising. That's why he was born and trained. His whole life has been preparing for this moment. He eventually became an Imperial Space Marine of the Space Wolf Division. What more could he want in life? He held a loaded pistol in his hand, and the emperor's enemies before him. There was no greater joy in this life than to do my duty and take the lives of those unfortunate heretics. The rock behind him shook. A piece of stone creaked from his armor. Someone hit their cover with something heavy, like a rocket or a very heavy grenade. That's not important. He knew from years of experience that metal reinforced concrete could support it. He studied the timer readings at the top of his field of vision. It's been 1 minute and 4 seconds since I gave the command to Brother Hrolf. He thought it would take two minutes for Hrolf to settle down and another 10 seconds before he could shoot. There was plenty of time for the remaining troops to take their place. The heretics of that time could not have hidden without much more firepower than they use today. This was the idea of ​​the enemy commander. Ragnar heard a monstrous orb approaching. He knew it must have come from an enemy vehicle. The Imperial Army began orbiting in space under the command of the Space Wolf. It is too early to abandon the weapons of the Empire. The logical conclusion was simple. Not everyone you approach is friendly. Acallon contact link confirmed this soon. *Ragnar.EnemyPredatortank accesses your location. Help? completion.*

Ragna thought for a moment. Karulas did not want to return the help of his brothers. Especially when you're not dealing with a single army tank. *Ragnarr. Negative, we'll take care of it. Beast. it's over.*

*He received and understood the message. The emperor is watching you. for.*

Ragnar thought about his choice. He could hear the tank approaching and smell the pungent chemical fumes from the exhaust. Concrete crumbles under the tread as it moves. He could have asked his brother Hrolf to destroy the tank with the unit's heavy support weapon, but that meant he had to stop attacking the bunker while Hrolf moved to a new location, and Ragnar suspected that was necessary. me.

He checked the belt side. Everything was in its place. Medicinal Syringes, Grenade Launchers, Repair Patches. Will be. He looked out and saw the long barrel of a predator rifle in the corner. After a while you will see the whole tank. It was a standard Imperial tank design, but instead of a neat model of the united Imperial Planetary Army, it had a crude eight-armed symbol of chaos with hasty spatters of blood red and yellow painted on the sides. Ragnar saw this disgusting label and gritted his teeth. It was a sign of demon worshipers who vowed to destroy everything Ragnar had fought for his entire life, and seeing it reveals the cruelty to animals removed from the bubble of his space wolf nature. He stood up and with familiar eyes measured the distance between himself and the tank. "Less than a hundred paces," he predicted. The distance closed rapidly as the tank rocked forward. He saw the bolts mounted on the tower turning to support the tower. His position was to the side. Anyway, it was good that I decided to quit. The servos in his armor sprinted towards the open tank. He rose again, but the quick flight from the roof to the tank to a fast target, as he calculated, surprised the gunners too much. Of course, the gunners in the tanks couldn't believe their eyes. The stalker's blows aimed at a spot behind him and pierced the sky above his head. The gunner's demeanor was distant. They obviously thought he was going to get stuck under an oncoming car. Ragnar planned to quickly prove them wrong. They will pay the price for underestimating one of Lehman Rous' sons. He immediately ran to the tank. His eyes quickly swelled. Whether he was walking next to those cars or the cars he and his brothers were riding in, he was amazed at how tall he looked now. He smiled. In fact, when I had to deal with one of these things, it was always different. The gap between the predator and them closed quickly. The air was blown by the vibration of the engine. The smell almost stung my nose. Larsgun's feeble flames drew closer and closer at his heels. At the last moment, he swung to the right, placing the Predator between his fire and the enemy bunker. He reached out and pushed the first explosive grenade between the actuator and the rail connecting them. A charge is created and the fuse is set for 3 seconds. Enough time for Ragnar to charge. When they burst, all the pieces of tread went flying and the wheels started turning into dumbbells. A large part of the track came off and I almost ran into Ragnar. Only his lightning fast reflexes and superhuman clarity from the stress of battle allowed him to dive down. But in reality, he thought the sheer force of a moving piece of metal would be enough to tear his head off. The beast, which had lost its strength after a few steps, slowly began to find its place. Ragnar was delighted by this. It was time to move on to the next phase of his plans as the tower began to swing towards his team.

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  • SPACE WOLF   CHAPTER 55

    Ragnar breathed. He recognized the place. It was a huge underground lake. He never thought he would be happy to see dirty water, but now he is. Seeing the water around his home island would not have pleased him then. Although strange and desolate, it was an important place where Ragnar recognized and knew he was on the right track. In recent years, he felt lost. When we reached the ground, the road looked completely different. Ragnar understood why. He was walking in a different direction now, experiencing the tunnels and caves from a different perspective than he had a few hours ago. In a word, it's boring. He was alone except for Strybjorn. All this changes his perception of the place, making it unfamiliar, intimidating and hostile. He shook his head, reminding her that this was really all there was to her. "Is this the pool of the dead?" asked Strivjorna in a whisper. Ragnar realized that his colleague was hallucinating."Not." Ragnar said. 'Not true. It's just a dirty, dirty pond

  • SPACE WOLF   CHAPTER 54

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  • SPACE WOLF   CHAPTER 53

    ********FIGHTING BEGIN*****The screams of dying people were deaf to the muffler on the steering wheel. In the depths of his soul, drawn to the slaughter, the animal became stronger. Ragnar now fights on pure instinct. He didn't have to think. Animals were under control. Reflexes, nerves and tendons are in perfect harmony. His extremely keen senses responded with the speed of thought to every threat he sensed. At that moment, his fighting power was far beyond death. Nothing could block his way. Behind him, another bloody claw pierced through the rotting wood, a warped string like a slender, sharp axe. Horrible faces were hidden, screaming jaws open. A twisted corpse fell from his sword. A battle mace protruded from his armor. Strawberry Twist Stone. He had a good feeling and seemed to be getting closer in slow motion and seemed to be taking a long time to get out of the way in the world. He is rewarded with the scream of a man of the night who moves his head and enters the highway beh

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