Chapter 378: The Emperor's Children: Chapter of the Lion and the Wolf (Part 2)
Dim. There is no day in the dense forest. Night and twilight are forever hunting each other and vying for the top spot. The overlapping branches block out every ray of sunlight that the stars are stingy with. They are like a filter that removes the golden and white light layer by layer, leaving only water vapor. The sultry heat mixed with the fog sealed the jungle.
He opened his eyes, looking through the blood-stained hair, looking at every airflow surging in the dense forest in the thick fog, judging from the tremors that the dull wind should not bring. This was a new situation that had no precedent compared to anything he had ever encountered in his life.
He has seen strange things breaking into this forest more than once.
Once upon a time, some creatures with black metallic light shining on their surfaces entered his territory. They had four limbs, but only the lower pair of limbs were needed to move, and sharp edges grew out of the upper limbs. The spikes sometimes have square parasites attached to them, and the openings of the parasites can shoot out a bolt of lightning accompanied by a loud noise.
At that time, he lowered his body and hid behind the thick natural cover formed by the thick grass, letting the wind take away his body odor so as not to alert potential prey that he had temporarily marked.
Some nameless words and jumping symbols passed through his mind. He didn't know what these things were innately accompanied by his birth. He just calmly accepted the answers and results that these things brought to him.
The best time to attack will be at the moment when the insect crawls half of the veins of the first leaf on the right side. He needs to tear off a prey from the side and rear of the four-hooved thing it is riding on. The palm of his hand can easily crush the juicy new creature through the black hard barrier, letting the soft stuff spill out along his fingers that are dug into the skull.
Then, he can immediately attack the creatures on the side with square firearms on their forelimbs. The shock brought by this is enough to eliminate the threat they pose in the next few short breaths...
He breathed steadily, waiting for the opportunity, watching the jumping hooves through the weeds. The opportunity was approaching, and every muscle in his body was fully prepared. Energy and will were accumulated in his perfect body given by God. Among them, waiting to serve his mind to complete this simple hunt. In the next few short cycles of temperature changes and light fluctuations, he will extract from them the essence needed to survive.
Insects crawled slowly on the leaves, and the opportunity came to his fingertips. He is about to fly forward...
The eyes of a creature are exposed from the gaps in the black iron, scanning around aimlessly.
There is something else in those vivid eyes, something different from the spirituality of the prey he has been hunting, something close to, or homologous to, himself, existing there. On the owner of the eyes.
A sudden anxiety and hesitation suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him firmly in place. Something brand new and unfamiliar flowed through his veins without warning, trying to urgently tell him something that was about to come out, but his dazed brain could not grasp these things that were flashing by quickly, just like he could not stop himself. Shi's hand couldn't hold a handful of spring water.
No, his mind stopped him. Something different from the wildness required for survival was touching his thoughts, and some additional judgment conditions were vaguely added to his hunting principles. . He didn't seem to be born as a pure hunter. He vaguely captured these flowing consciousnesses, and the creatures in the black iron had something in common with him.
What are they?
What is he?
——What exactly is he?
Immersed in the sudden increase in thoughts, he lost the opportunity to hunt for no reason for the first time in his life. He silently and gently retracted his hiding place, then climbed the branches lightly along the parasitic vines, waiting for them to leave his territory.
Since then, he has not attacked these various small figures once. He couldn't figure out why, but he listened to his instincts.
In the forest, the airflow began to turn, and some humming from the earth touched the branch where he was. He smelled the hot and strange smell wafting in the air. It didn't smell good, like some giant beast. The unpleasant heat emanating from the nest.
This smell comes from the new intruders he has been tracking recently. These creatures are different from the prey he has let go many times before.
They are taller and more fearless, making constant noises and noises in the forest. Attracting groups of predators.
They bared their teeth and claws, and their whereabouts were obvious. They were wrapped in dazzling bright silver iron shells. From time to time they made bursts of loud strange screams and laughter, waving buzzing shiny objects, and even some with crooked carvings on them. They can easily execute the beasts with their attached shining limbs,
and then they will openly light a hot and shiny thing to decompose and cut the beasts, wastefully taking only Use the most delicious part to roast on the shiny moving objects, then stuff it into their mouths with laughter, making a slurping sound.
Among their group, there is a particularly tall individual, who is like the leader of the beasts worshiped by his descendants. He makes a lot of noise, accepts the gifts from the smaller children, and brings them protection.
It is as tall, powerful and agile as him. Seeing its roughness and ability in hunting, the beasts whose skulls were split by an ax fell in front of it, and their sticky hot blood was sprinkled on the surrounding grass, proving the strength and fearless wildness of the hunter.
It never uses anything to cover its head. The golden hair is exactly the same as the light that occasionally shines through the gaps. When its wild face faces the shadows in the forest, it sometimes shows amazing acumen and intelligence. vigilance.
Many times, their eyes seemed to meet, and he almost thought it had caught him.
This made his two hearts beat nervously and his whole body felt slightly hot. When I saw those small creatures similar to him several times in the past, the excitement in my heart was rapidly expanding layer by layer, just like the new creatures that couldn't wait to break out of the ground when the seasons changed. The hazy emotions had been accumulated for too long and gradually became too clear, pushing him forward.
This was one of the creatures that reminded him most of himself that had ever appeared in his life, second only to the reflection of his own face he saw when passing by those mirror-like pools of water. They are simply the same kind of existence, two sides of the same person, reflections of the same thing.
Appreciation and yearning sprouted in his natural mind that had few emotions. In addition to the need for survival, he had a new desire. He couldn't tell what it was.
Out of yet another emotion that was not in line with survival needs, he refused to follow them and picked up the remaining internal organs and flesh to gnaw on, even if it would make his survival much easier.
However, following him for a long time also made him irritated. The lack of time to hunt made him hungry and tired, and his stored strength slowly drained away.
He needs to make decisions and create some other opportunities to end this long tailgating.
Ahead was a lake. According to what he had learned about them recently, these creatures would rest by the water and sing songs accompanied by roars and laughter. Their sense of smell is sensitive, and if he wants to remove the strong smell on his body and avoid being detected, he has a choice.
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"The stars of Fenris are above the water, the stars of Fenris are under the sky, dead grass grows deep in the river bend, and under the grass lies dead For the hunter, schools of fish are like silver arrows, biting him over and over again..."
The harp sounded melodiously, and the strings were lightly plucked by the warrior's hand holding the weapon, and the source The melodies from the vast snowfields of Fenris, paired with the casual words of the third-rate poets of the Space Wolves, echoed in the dense forests of Caliban.
Russ once laughed at them, why not go to Fulgrim to learn what real poetry is? These lazy guys immediately cried and protested, saying that they did not want to be pressed against the wall by the Emperor's Children. A perfume.
Leman Russ squinted his eyes hard and sat beside the fire that the wolf pups had finally raised in the hot and humid forest. He focused on observing whether these warriors who were unfamiliar with the forest would react. He would accidentally splash sparks outside the bonfire surrounded by stones. At the same time, he would try to stuff the string used to thread the stone necklace engraved with runes back into the dozen or so gray stones.
In a previous battle, he accidentally broke a leather rope, which directly caused the small bones and stones he had collected in previous battles to be scattered everywhere. Leman Russ was doubtful that his heirs would be willing to help him string the necklace, so he decided to put down his weapons temporarily and do it himself.
He was carefully holding a thin bone needle against a leather rope and slowly passing it through an oval stone. A wild wolf under his men came over and interrupted him: "There are people nearby. What is it, my lord?"
"There is a lake and a forest near here," said Ruth. "What did you find, winter plague? A fairy finally appeared in the lake."
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Winter Scourge's power armor buzzed for a while before quieting down: "It's the body of a beast, and blood has been splashed all the way to the edge of our fire."
"Oh? The body is in the lake?" Ruth made a sound of doubt, and he looked over, and sure enough, there was a pool of fresh blood seeping out of the reeds near the lake.
“It turns out that fairies also eat meat.” The Wolf King said with a smile.
He strung the round stone together, picked up the leather rope, shook it, smoothed out the decorations, then picked up the next small animal bone that was polished very smooth, and continued to skin it. String on the rope.
Of course it is impossible for him not to have noticed recently that something huge was secretly following their team; but it never launched an attack and did nothing else all day long. It was sometimes in the trees and sometimes on the ground. I was swinging back and forth, not knowing what I was thinking about all day long. Russ did whatever he chose, waiting for the beast to make a new reaction.
Now it appears it may be ready to take action.
"The goddess of Fenris also has wolf blood flowing in her body," Winterscourge said seriously. "Maybe the goddesses in Fenris also eat meat."
"That's pretty much it. Keep singing your songs. Where did the goddesses from Fenris come from?" The Wolf King said with a smile, "At most a few of them drowned. The dead water ghost is catching people under the Storm River every day."
Another space wolf rolled his claws and interrupted: "That's not Kra——"
Leman Lu. Si raised his hand and made a simple gesture. The celebration of the wolf cubs stopped for a short moment and then continued.
Everyone already knew something was lurking beneath the surface of the lake, and despite being cautious enough, their alpha wolf had spotted the predator.
Except for the wolf cub, who was having his turn to sing, he felt that the atmosphere was not suitable, so he changed a sour love song they had made up to a simple pre-war song.
Ruth tied a tight knot on the leather rope in his hand, held it in his hand, muttered "I'm going to wash the necklace", and approached the water.
His nostrils twitched slightly, distinguishing the strange smell hidden under the water. One of the memories they honed while hunting in Asaheim was to learn to distinguish the strange smell hidden in nature. The smell of beasts in the environment.
Ruth squatted down by the water. The lake in the forest was clear and not muddied by other beasts. This already shows that there is a dominant king in this territory. It is likely to be cunning, intelligent, and capable of hiding, but it can no longer endure its thirst for blood, and its savage ferocity is ready to burst out.
Thinking of the battle that might happen next, Russ raised his upper lip and smiled.
"Water ghost," he repeated the word in a low voice, slowly stretched out his hand and touched the lake water.
Out of love for the necklace he had just strung, Leman Russ put the necklace aside temporarily, and his wisdom was quickly proven.
A wet hand suddenly came out of the lake and grabbed Leman Russ's wrist forcefully. The size of the palm caught Russ off guard. In a short moment, he suddenly Aware of the other person’s identity.
The next moment, the Wolf King was violently pulled into the water by a huge force. The last thing he saw was the young and chiseled face appearing behind the lush beard and hair, as well as the cold and deep expression. Green eyes.
(End of this chapter)