Chapter 378 The Emperor's Children: The Lion and the Wolf (Part 2)

Chapter 378 The Emperor's Children: The Lion and the Wolf (Part 2)

Darkness. There is no daylight in the dense forest. Night and dusk are eternally hunting each other and competing for the top spot. The overlapping branches cover every ray of sunlight that the stars are reluctant to give, like a filter that removes the golden and white light layer by layer, and only the sultry heat mixed with water vapor and fog is locked in the jungle.

He opened his eyes, looking through the hair that was hardened by blood stains, watching every wisp of air flowing in the dense forest in the thick fog, and judging from the vibrations that the dull wind should not bring, this is a new situation that cannot be found in any event he has encountered in his life.

He has seen strange things that broke into this forest more than once.

Once, some creatures with black metallic light on their surface entered his territory. They had four limbs, but only the lower pair of limbs were needed to move. The upper limbs had sharp spikes extending from them. Sometimes, they were attached with square parasites, and the openings of the parasites could spray out a lightning with a loud noise.

At that time, he crouched low, hiding behind the natural thick cover formed by dense grass, letting the wind take away his body odor so as not to alarm the potential prey that he had temporarily marked.

Some nameless words and jumping symbols passed through his mind. He didn't know what these innate things were born with him. He just calmly accepted the answers and results brought to him by these things.

The best time to attack would be the moment when the insect crawled over half of the veins of the first leaf on the right. He had to tear off the four-hoofed creature that the prey was riding from the side and back. His palms could easily crush the juicy new creature through the black hard barrier layer, allowing the soft things to overflow along the fingers that he buckled into the skull.

Then, he could immediately attack the creatures on the side with square firearms on their forelimbs, and the shock would be enough to eliminate the threat they posed in the next few short breaths...

He breathed steadily, waiting for the opportunity, watching the leaping hooves through the weeds. The opportunity was approaching, and every muscle of his was perfectly prepared. Energy and will were accumulated in his perfect body given by God, waiting to serve his mind to complete this simple hunt. In the next few short cycles of temperature changes and light fluctuations, he would take the essence he needed to survive from them.

The insects crawled slowly on the leaves, and the opportunity came to his fingertips. He was about to pounce forward...

The eyes of a creature emerged from the gaps in the black iron, and scanned the surroundings aimlessly.

There was something else in those living eyes, different from the spirituality of the prey he had always hunted, something close to him, or, the same origin, existing in the owner of those eyes.

A sudden anxiety and hesitation suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him to the spot. Something new and strange flowed through his veins without warning, trying to tell him something that was about to come out, but his confused brain could not grasp these fast-flashing things, just like his hand that could break stones could not grasp a handful of spring water.

No, his mind stopped him, something different from the wildness needed for survival was touching his thoughts, and some additional judgment conditions were vaguely added to his hunting rules. He didn't seem to be born to be a pure hunter. He vaguely caught these flowing consciousnesses, and those creatures in black iron had something in common with him.

What are they?

What is he?

——What is he?

Immersed in the sudden increase in thoughts, for the first time in his life, he lost the opportunity to hunt for no reason. He silently retreated to his hiding place, then climbed up the branches along the parasitic vines lightly, waiting for them to leave his territory.

After that, he never attacked these various tiny figures once. He couldn't figure out why, but he listened to the dissuasion of his instinct.

In the forest, the airflow began to turn, and some humming sounds from the earth touched the branch where he was. He sniffed the strange hot smell in the air, which was not pleasant, just like the unpleasant heat emitted from the nests of some giant beasts.

This smell came from the new intruders he had been tracking recently. These creatures were different from the prey he had let go many times before.

They were taller and more fearless, constantly creating a noisy noise in the forest. Attracting batches of hunters.

They bared their teeth and claws, and their whereabouts were obvious. They were wrapped in dazzling silver iron shells, and from time to time they made loud noises and laughed loudly, waving buzzing flashing objects, and even some symbols engraved with crooked patterns, and easily executed the beasts with their attached flashing limbs.

Then, they would openly light a hot, shining thing, disassemble and cut the beasts, wastefully taking only the most delicious part, roasting it on the shining moving objects, and then stuffing it into their mouths with a laugh, making a gurgling sound.

In their tribe, there was a particularly tall individual, like a beast leader worshipped by his descendants, making a lot of noise, accepting gifts from the small children, and bringing them shelter.

It was as tall as him, with infinite strength and agility. Seeing its brutality and skill when hunting, the beasts whose skulls were split open by an axe fell in front of it, and their sticky hot blood spilled on the surrounding grass, proving the hunter's strength and fearless wildness.

It never uses anything to cover its head, and its golden hair is exactly the same as the light that occasionally shines through the gaps. Its wild face sometimes shows amazing sensitivity and alertness when facing the shadows in the forest.

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 with few emotions. In addition to the need for survival, he had a new desire. He couldn't tell what it was.

Out of another emotion that was simply not in line with his survival needs, he refused to follow them, picking up the remaining entrails and flesh to gnaw on, even if it would make his survival much easier.

However, following for a long time also made him irritated, and having no time to hunt made him hungry and exhausted, and his stored strength slowly drained away.

He needs to make a decision 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 on the water, and the stars of Fenris are under the sky. There are dead grass growing in the depths of the river bend. Under the grass lies the dead 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 hands of the warriors grasping the weapons. The tunes originating from the vast snowfields of Fenris were paired with the casual words and phrases of the third-rate poets of the Space Wolves. In Caliban's Echoes in the dense forest.

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. At the same time, he concentrated on observing whether these soldiers who were unfamiliar with the forest would accidentally splash sparks. Going outside the bonfire surrounded by stones, he tried to stuff the string used to thread the stone necklace engraved with runes back into the dozen 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 command came over and interrupted him: "There is something nearby, sir."

"There's a lake and a forest near here," Ruth said. "What did you find, a winter plague? Fairies finally appeared in the lake?"

Winter Calamity'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?" Russ made a confused sound. He looked over and found 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 on the way, 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 string it on the leather rope.

Of course, it was 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, just swinging in the trees and swinging on the ground. I don’t know what I am 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 of Fenris also eat meat."

"That's about it. Keep singing your songs. Where did the goddess Fenris come from?" The Wolf King said with a smile. "At most there are a few drowned water ghosts who catch people under the Storm River every day."

Rollpaw, another Space Wolf, interjected: "That's not Kra—"

Leman Russ 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 taking his turn to sing, he felt that the atmosphere was not suitable, so he replaced a sour love song they had made up with a simple pre-war song.

Ruth tied a tight knot on the leather rope in her hand, held it in her 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 when hunting in Asaheim was to learn to distinguish the smell of wild animals hidden in the natural environment.

Russ squatted by the water. The lake in the forest was clear and not muddied by other wild animals. This already showed that there was a dominant king in this territory. It was probably cunning, intelligent, and knew how to lurk, but it could no longer endure its thirst for blood, and its savage ferocity was about 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 reaching out his hand and touching the lake.

Out of love for the necklace he had just strung, Leman Russ temporarily put the necklace aside, and his wisdom was soon proven.

A wet hand suddenly stretched out from the lake and grabbed Leman Russ's wrist forcefully. The size of the palm caught Russ off guard. In a short moment, he suddenly realized the other party's identity.

The next moment, the wolf king was suddenly dragged into the water by a huge force. The last thing he saw was the young, well-defined face and the cold, deep green eyes behind the lush beard and hair.