Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 146: The Emperor’s Maxims in the left hand and the priest’s staff in the right hand!
Who is Albert?

The most capable captain of the Frostwolf Fangs Chapter. Even in a one-on-one duel with the Chapter Master, he would most likely not last more than ten moves if he didn't hold back. What a tough warrior of the Chapter!
He once had the glorious record of single-handedly killing the Great Daemon of Khorne, and was even able to kill into a Zerg nest alone. Looking at the Space Wolves, he is considered to be famous.

Such a tough guy was attacked by surprise?!
Even the regiment priests couldn't help but observe a moment of silence for those who offended Albert. This tough guy from the Wolf Regiment has never been a good person!

As for Piazzas, he was very disappointed at this moment.

Looking at the muscular man from the Wolf Group who suddenly broke into the command room, holding a platinum round shield in his left hand, a power claw in his right hand, a sturdy and strong figure, with wolf skin on his power armor and three glittering golden nails on his forehead, he immediately said to himself, "Oh no!"
Last time, they launched a surprise attack on the Frostwolf's Fangs. Despite having two major advantages, namely numbers and surprise attack, they were still unable to defeat the enemy. This already explains the result.

This bunch of Space Wolves... are quite fierce!

As a result, the other company commander now, like a fucking BOSS, single-handedly broke through the defense line and directly broke into the command room. How could Piazzas not understand the gap?

Not to mention anything else, just by looking at the three golden nails on the man's forehead, he knew that he was definitely no match for him!

But if you turn around and run...

Piazzas could already feel the cold gaze coming from behind. Needless to say... if he dared to turn around and run, those restless subordinates would cut off his head and hang it on the flag of the 'Blood God'!
"Under the witness of the Blood God, I... Piazas Kurus, leader of the Blood Skull Warband, the World Eaters, challenge you with honor and courage!"

Piazzas looked at his malicious colleagues, mustered up his courage, pulled out his chainsaw axe, sighed in his heart, stepped out, and glared at the wolf pack man.

"Not bad, you are quite courageous!"

The Space Wolves were never afraid of a challenge. Even though they knew it was a trap, the hot-tempered Albert still chose to accept it: "In the name of the All-Father and Russ, I, Albert Amos, accept your challenge, heretic!"

The Chaos Cans around them silently took a few steps back.

The Chapter Chaplain looked calm, as if he was used to it, and took a half step back, asking, "Captain, do you need a power hammer?"

"Need not."

Albert grinned, stretched his muscles, hooked his finger at the other party with the power claw on his right hand, and said with disdain: "There is no need to use a power hammer to deal with this kind of bastard!"

Too embarrassing!

Piazzas gritted his teeth and glared at Albert who looked down on him: "Blood God, I will make you regret it. How dare you look down on me like this!"

boom!
The steel ground suddenly made a loud noise.

When Piazzas stepped on the ground with force, he was like a savage African elephant, dragging the exploding air waves with his body, and suddenly crossed the distance of several meters. The chainsaw axe in his right hand made a mechanical roar and chopped down at an extremely fast speed!

However, although his movements were fast, in the eyes of the battle-hardened Albert, they were full of flaws. He raised the round shield with his left arm and directly blocked the attack!
when! ! !
The chainsaw axe hit the adamantium shield, creating dazzling sparks.

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out, and along with the powerful force colliding in the turbulent air, a murderous aura filled the command room!
"Little World Eater, is this all your strength?!"

Albert easily blocked the axe, not only did he not fight back, he even had some strength left, and laughed and taunted: "I don't think it will work, why don't you just hammer a nail into your head!"

"Shut up!!!"

In front of the World Eater, mentioning that nail was nothing short of the greatest mockery. No matter how good Piazzas's mentality was, he was so angry that his eyes turned red. He retreated half a step, this time holding the nail with both hands, half of his body spun, using centrifugal force to increase his strength, and angrily chopped out a residual image!
Although Albert looks big and strong, he is actually very agile. He stepped sideways and easily avoided the opponent's powerful attack again. He gathered all the strength of the power claw in his right hand and hit Piazzas' head with it!

Snapped! ! !
This slap made all the cans present twitch their eyelids involuntarily. They actually saw the sonic boom!
It’s not an illusion, it’s real, a sonic boom!
Piazzas felt that his head was about to fly off his neck. His helmet was smashed by a slap, and he was hit so hard that he saw stars and stumbled to the side.

"That's all you've got?!"

Albert came here just to vent his anger. Without waiting for Piazzas to steady himself, he raised his leg and kicked him in the chest.

boom!
Piazzas was kicked and flew backwards, hitting the wall hard. Before his brains could even shake, he felt someone grabbing his scalp and throwing him to the ground!
boom!
The head made close contact with the ground, causing Piazzas to spit blood and several of his big teeth to fly out.

But Albert, who was filled with rage, was not going to let this damn heretic go so easily. He grabbed his head with the power claws, dragged it on the ground like garbage, turned it around in a big circle, and threw it towards the other wall!
boom!
Only then did Piazzas deeply feel that the gap between him and his opponent was even greater than the gap between humans and Astartes. They were simply not on the same level!

"Aren't you awesome?"

Albert had no intention of letting this bastard go so easily. In the past three hundred years, except for a few large-scale battles, when had he ever suffered such a loss?

More than twenty brothers were killed in a surprise attack by a bunch of Chaos bastards. If they go back, won’t the old man, the Chapter Master, laugh at them to death?

If he can swallow this, then he is not Albert!
"Stand up for me!" Albert grabbed Piazzas' head and threw him around like a rag bag, stepping on him from time to time. It was completely one-sided torture!

"leader!!"

The chaos can next to it seemed a little unbearable.

No matter what, Piazzas is their boss after all. Isn't it too embarrassing to be pinned to the ground and rubbed like this?
The Chaos Can, who was already unable to contain himself, tried to join in the fight, but unfortunately... he was stopped by the Chapter Priest in black armor.

"Sorry, our captain is having a great time fighting."

The Chapter Chaplain's voice was calm and he seemed to be easy-going. He smiled and said, "I can't let you disturb our Captain."

"Get away!!!"

The Chaos Cans saw that there were seven or eight people on their side and only one on the other side. Since they had the advantage, why bother talking to him?
Seven or eight Chaos Cans took out their chainsaw swords, howling "Blood God", and were ready to avenge their leader.

"I'm talking to you nicely, but you all don't listen?!" Unexpectedly, the regiment priest suddenly jumped up, drew out the priest's staff, and waved it with great vigor!
Bang bang bang!
In just a few seconds, a can of chaos was hammered into meat paste.

Then the Chapter Priest took off his helmet with a grim smile. The three golden nails on his forehead made the Chaos Cans seem to have heard the call of the 'Blood God'.

Are you kidding me!!!

What kind of chapter is this? It’s ok that the company commander is a veteran who has served for 300 years, but how come the chapter chaplain is also a veteran who has served for 300 years!
"Why do you think I became a pastor?"

The Chapter Priest held the Emperor's Maxims in his left hand and waved the Priest's Staff in his right hand, looking as if he was being physically saved: "Chaos, huh? World Devourer, huh? Die for me!"

(End of this chapter)