Chapter 28 Three Hunters

Ronald was lurking in the shadow of the abandoned container. He knew what kind of people those Space Wolves were. They liked to be hunters and hunt. It happened that he was the same. After feeling the violent trembling of the ship, he realized that the Space Marines who did not use fixed-point teleportation did not have any Terminators to help them complete the task.

After applying a few symbols that could amplify soul fluctuations, the demons who were busy killing each other went to the vicinity of the group of warriors who exuded the stench of wolves. However, the time those demons delayed was much shorter than Ronald's estimation. He had not yet buried the trap in such a short time, and the weapons he had on him were also not enough to destroy a whole team of Space Marines.

He could feel that the strongest old hunter was successfully attracted by him. Now he only needed a few precise explosions to make the whole place more chaotic again, and then use his own blood to apply new runes. How could the lone wolf who had left the wolf pack survive under the siege?

Ronald's evil perception was stimulating his head and he kept throbbing. He subconsciously rolled quickly and turned around to aim and shoot.

Several rounds of explosives exploded at Ronald's original position, and the metal debris that was stirred up scraped his armor and splashed tiny sparks. He could see the ice-blue figure of the Space Wolf shuttled between the sheds and containers, and quickly approached him, suppressing his activities with accurate and terrifying bursts of fire.

"What an amazing hunting speed!" The detonator in his hand was pressed, and the bombs buried in the vulnerable nodes exploded instantly. The houses with damaged structures collapsed and collided with each other under artificial gravity. The collapse was precisely calculated by humans, creating a series of destruction, like dominoes that were gently pushed.

The wreckage of collapsed buildings blocked White Claw and Ronald, and the choking dust stirred up mixed with the mixed cloud created by the broken pipe jet made the two's detection instruments lose their due effectiveness.

Ronald, who hid in the wreckage, quickly used a blasphemous dagger stained with the blood of innocent people to carve runes on the wall to attract demons. He had to drown the old wolf with the ocean of demons before he could smell his body with his enhanced dog nose.

The sound of climbing and running came into Ronald's helmet. White Claw, who sounded angry, didn't want to consider any lurking issues at all. He was like an angry wolf king, staring at his blood-red eyes and baring his blood-thirsty fangs to pounce on his prey who fooled him.

As the last stroke was completed, the blasphemous wind of the subspace blew outward from the rune as the center, blowing the soul fluctuations of the two people to a farther place. The demons in every corner of the bottom of the ship felt this delicious soul fluctuation and rushed to the ruins of the living area.

"Now, I have to survive from this madman's hands."

"You are here! Traitor!" White Fang's figure, wrapped in airflow and smoke that had not completely dissipated, pounced on Ronald.

The Frost Axe and the Profane Chainsaw Sword collided with each other, and the decomposition field continued to break the teeth of the Chainsaw Sword like bloody teeth, but the demons living in the Chainsaw Sword were constantly drawing power from the subspace to repair the Chainsaw Sword.

White Fang raised his foot and kicked Ronald in the chest.

The power of this kick was so great that it separated the two from the stalemate of swords, and also left a clear dent in Ronald's chest armor.

"You are really a dog, you like to bite and kick people, right?"

"Let me see how long you can keep your mouth."

Seeing White Fang raise his hand, Ronald pulled out a heavy metal plate from the pile of metal ruins beside him to block himself, and a scorching plasma melted the metal plate in front of him into a pool of red molten flow. Ronald took the opportunity to throw the molten flow to White Fang, and then quickly fled backwards.

White Fang chased him again with the Frost Axe in hand.

The two chased each other in the ruins. Relying on superhuman physical strength and excellent agility, White Fang could closely follow Ronald's back and never lose sight of the target; but Ronald, who constantly absorbed power from the subspace, also maintained an amazing speed, and could keep the distance between the two while dodging White Fang's plasma shooting.

"Victory is coming. I can already feel a demon with amazing power approaching." Ronald could already imagine the joyful scene of White Fang bleeding dry and dying for the corpse king.

But a heavy brass sword came out from behind the wall and directly pierced Ronald's running figure. The oblique long sword penetrated Ronald's entire body and made him completely unable to move. The sharp blade of the sword perfectly avoided all the vital points on Ronald's body that could cause death, leaving him in the pain of wanting to die but not being able to.

A cruel and contemptuous laugh came softly, "What a coward! A coward should die a coward's death!"

"Ahhhhh! No!! No!!!"

The brass sword ignited with flames and burned Ronald's seriously injured body. Those slender arms made of flames and blood appeared on the surface of the sword, and Ronald, who had turned to ashes, was repainted on the sword.

White Fang stopped moving and looked at the big hole caused by the flying sword.

The demon with two pairs of huge horns jumped from the hole. The heavy armor and huge body gave him amazing weight. He fell to the ground fiercely, leaving a pair of sheep's hoof footprints embedded in the iron plate.

There was a ball of bright red flame between the two horns on his forehead. The armor on his body seemed to be cast with magma, with irregular and fine burning textures, and its edges were decorated with brass. The armor was covered with huge blood-stained iron spikes, and the bone wings behind him were arrogantly spread out, covering White Fang under the shadow of his huge body.

"A Khorne Demon? Fenris, this prey is worth a fight."

White Fang, who was not frightened by the terror of the Khorne Demon, instead surged with a stronger fighting spirit. This kind of terrifying and powerful enemy is not common. He has not encountered such a powerful enemy that can make him alert for nearly a hundred years. How can this not make White Fang excited?

He swore that he would defeat this damned demon for the glory of the Emperor, Leman Russ and Fenris.

"I will soak your head with blood." The demon drew out his brass sword with one hand and took the lead in attacking.

A fierce blow sent White Fang flying, and the unstoppable force even caused his transformed arm to ache violently.

The demon shook his wings, holding a greatsword while clearing the ruins and flying towards White Fang. The demon didn't like these piles of metal blocking his sword-wielding arms.

Each of the demon's blows was powerful and heavy. If it weren't for White Fang's rich close combat experience and his ability to constantly deflect the power of the greatsword with his battle axe, he would have been unable to hold on for so long. But in such a continuous onslaught, it was only a matter of time before White Fang was cut in half.