Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

The towering monastery fortress that pierces the sky like a fang in the frozen mountains is the center of the Space Wolves' activities, the Fang.

The Fang

This fortress, built on the highest peak of the central mountain range of Asaheim, the only geologically stable continent on the entire planet Fenris, may be the largest fortress built since the fortifications of the imperial palace on Holy Terra. Such a huge fortress has an exaggerated height that penetrates the atmosphere of Fenris, providing a docking point for orbiting spacecraft and allowing rapid access to the planet's surface without suborbital transportation.

The exterior is cast with thick armor plates, and behind the armor plates is an exaggeratedly thick layer of mountain rock. The void shields carried inside the fortress are far more powerful than any Imperial warship. The large laser cannons hidden between the cold wind and the mountains can destroy any ship that approaches the range of Fenris. The history of these laser cannons is as old as the Space Wolves' chapters, and they have witnessed countless years with them.

But this powerful and magnificent fortress with countless honors and history of the Empire is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. The fortress built for an entire legion has become so huge and difficult to tame in the face of the Space Wolves, which have now gone through the Horus Heresy and 10,000 years of fighting. Even if a large amount of space and areas inside the fortress are sealed, the number of Space Wolves' current warriors is still insufficient to ensure patrols and inspections in the remaining areas.

In the Wolf Hall filled with beast skulls and battle flags symbolizing the glorious past of the chapter, the Wolf Hall, Logan Grimnar, who led the Space Wolves to countless glorious victories and was respected by the wolves, sat on the stone seat in the center of the hall, looking solemnly at the rune priest in front of him.

"You know that your position is important, right? The history of the chapter and the epic of heroes still need you to pass on."

"I understand my responsibilities, but I understand the heaviness of this prophecy even more."

The fragments of Wodehouse's prophecy just now appeared in front of him again. What did he see?

He saw Armageddon, and saw a huge Ork warlord ravaging this world belonging to the Empire with laughter.

He saw the disgusting world of Gomor, where the Dark Eldar were buried deep in the Webway. Countless Dark Eldar aliens drained the blood of loyal soldiers of the Empire in their torture chambers full of spikes and poison.

He saw a new alien far away from the edge of the Holy Emperor's Astronomican, ready to move on the edge of the Empire, tempting batches of Imperial people into the dead deception.

He also saw the Cadian Fortress World, the Black Stone Fortress that was like an eight-pointed star of Chaos, and the tragic scene of the Cadian World falling apart, and the Space Wolves and Dark Angels all serving the Emperor.

But he also saw another possibility, an Astra Militarum Sergeant. Holding a power sword flashing with a faint blue light, he bravely called on his soldiers to charge with him on the desperate demon battlefield. The figures of the Astra Militarum passed through the soul of Wodehouse's prophecy, with anger towards the enemies of the Emperor and shame for their own cowardice, and sent out the bayonets in their hands, without caring about the safety of their own lives. A huge portal appeared out of thin air on the battlefield. Wodehouse could no longer see the shadow in front of the portal, but he could still clearly see the actions of the Astra Militarum sergeant and his soldiers.

They saved batches of Astra Militarum soldiers, battle sisters, and space marines who were besieged, and led them to eliminate traitors and demons. More and more soldiers saw their performance on the battlefield and moved closer to them, gathering a chaotic but determined iron army.

In the last fragment of the prophecy, the roar of loyalty dedicated to the Emperor resounded throughout the battlefield. The brave sergeant and his soldiers were like a tenacious nail, nailed to the position in front of the portal under the chaotic doomsday wave. After the last army successfully evacuated from the portal, the huge gate of hope was instantly closed, leaving only the loyal soldiers who were the last to cover the entire legion. Cadian was once again turned into a lifeless pile of gravel and dust under the baptism of doomsday artillery fire, and Wodehouse's soul, which was shocked by the battlefield, was able to break away from the fragmented prophecy.

He knew that he had to push the prophecy towards the second ending, even though most experienced psykers would not do anything to help the prophecy come true after knowing the prophecy. But the price of the first ending observed by Wodehouse was so heavy and unbearable. The elite squads of several warbands such as Space Wolves, Dark Angels, and Black Templars were destroyed in Cadia, and a huge rift that tore the entire galaxy split the empire in two. Such a dark future was enough to deal a fatal blow to the empire that had been corrupted for tens of thousands of years, and the billions of humans would be doomed by the evil gods.

After the prophecy was over, the worried Wodehouse did not care about rest and recovery, and quickly found the head wolf Logan to express his thoughts. He wanted to leave for Armageddon immediately and try his best to bring his fate closer to the second ending.

Logan Grimnar silently took out a parchment scroll that seemed to have just been written and handed it to the anxious and serious Wodehouse.

The scroll clearly contained a distress message that made the latter feel cold all over. A large-scale greenskin fleet attacked Armageddon.

"Is this in your prediction?"

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Silence was the best answer. Logan seemed to have understood what Wodehouse meant. He lay back and leaned on the uncomfortable-looking stone seat, "I will let you go, but I I will change your purpose of going out. After all, the less people know about prophecies, the better. Kaiser White Fang is preparing to train the cubs that the war group has just recruited. You and he will support Armageddon in name. Just say that you can complete the mission and train the warriors with psychic talents in the Blood Claw, so that there won’t be too many people confused.”

After saying that, he called in a servitor who wrote the document. After quickly writing, an order to solve the problem of the orcs in Armageddon was handed into Wodehouse's hands.

Without too many thanks or courtesy, Logan watched Wodehouse disappear at the end of the Wolf Hall.

Even if he didn't come to tell him these terrible prophecies today, Logan still felt deeply uneasy about the current state of the empire.

Although the Empire's battles and sacrifices have never stopped for more than ten thousand years, the Space Wolves have long been accustomed to the urgency of rushing from one battlefield to the next without any breathing space. However, the number of calls for help and alarms has been so high in recent years, and the scale of the enemies we face is getting larger and larger. It's like a cheesy script that keeps cramming in more climaxes before it ends.

The current garrison manpower of Wolf Fang Castle is the smallest in history. Many Wolf Lords have been sent out to solve the crisis. The various huge scrap ships appearing near the Cadian world have made them even more exhausted.

"Ruth, All-Father, guide me, a confused fool."

In the empty hall, there was only one voice of Logan praying.