The rest didn't care. He just wanted meat. He wanted to quench his hunger, quench his thirst, curl up and sleep. And he was willing to kill anyone who tried to stop him. A part of Ragnar that was still human wanted to tremble. He knew that his animal side was growing stronger and stronger, and sometimes so strong that his mind would overflow and drown out all rational thought. He knew that the more often this happened, the easier it was for the wolf spirit to regain control, so he tried to fight. In the end, he gained permanent control, and Ragnar would have died by all means, as he no longer lived as a human. he thought to himself. As if there were two souls: human and animal. No, his soul seemed split in two, half animal and half human, and they fought for control. He now knows that after drinking the Wulfen cup, he mistakenly thought they won when neither of them changed. These changes did not happen as Ranek said. It didn't happen right away. It was getting slower and smoother. A

He made his way to the drinking fountain where cold water flowed into the stone pit. By some magic it never overflowed. The water did not collect when the pan was full. He bent his head to drink and froze when he saw himself. He looked at himself and it was an unconvincing sight. His hair was coarse. His eyes shone strangely. Blood dripped from his mouth and covered his hands and clothes. His face was as thin as Ahmadman's. When he opened his mouth, his teeth grew longer and sharper. His teeth were like fangs. He looked weird and lazy. So he thought it would look very awkward when something goes out to party in his night house. He quickly reached into the water and took the glass to drink. He told himself it was because he was thirsty. But Ragnar knew deep in his heart that his reflection was the real reason he was being overwhelmed by the endless waves.RAGNER felt extremely calm now . He didn't know how old he was, he just knew he was there. He knew that a long period of delirium o

THE ULTIMATE TESTRagnas trembled. It was a cold and dark room. He saw the cold landscape and the titanic peaks and realized that he could easily die here. For the first time in months he was truly alone. No one has been there for the last hundred miles. The lightning disappeared into the distance and into the dark gray clouds towards Fang. He was the last to fall into the snow. The rest are at the distance between isolated peaks. Ragnar didn't know there were so many suitors until he saw all the troops in the cannon. In short, it was more than a point of Thunderhawk Moon. Ragnar believed that the Space Wolf candidates were taken from somewhere other than Russvik and held in several separate areas of the fangs. He didn't know why, he just knew it had to be. That was the only explanation he could think of. He quickly dismissed the idea as irrelevant. He had to think about his own survival. Ragnar looked around at the barren and desolate landscape. A huge boulder fell into the valley an

CHAPTER 37RAGNAR inhale in satisfaction with the night work. He had a new cloak of unbleached wolf skin. Actually, the shaved fur stinks, but it was the new insulation for his body. The raw flesh made from the Lord's flesh and intestines soothed and refreshed his aching hunger, drinking the warm blood from his clenched hands. Best of all, the wolf's sinew makes it a truly formidable weapon, providing a strap to attach the blade to the spear when it finds another suitable branch. The broken pieces gave him a bag to put the flint into. He used the last rod to create a makeshift pendulum that caused a sharp piece of stone to vibrate at great speed and great distance. If he cooperates and practices with him, he is properly qualified. Ragnar studied the sky, but he didn't like it. Huge clouds of black soot covered Azu and the southernmost peak of the sky. He thought he heard thunder from far away. But it seems all I can do is be patient. The immobile and wet wolf wanted to walk gently on

He looked up at the surprised face of the Iron Saints. He could hear the screeching of machines, the strange and strange melodies of dull chants, the occasional scream, the shouts of warriors biting the round faces of the priests. The table below was covered in his clotted blood, odors and various chemicals that invaded his nostrils. His fingers gripped the metal handle on the side of the altar. She urged him to take a deep breath and calm down. Since returning to Azu, he has undergone many strange medical procedures. Created and scanned by multiple technology engines. The Iron Priests stabbed him with a sensor wand, put his head in a scanner helmet, and severed the control wires from his limbs. He was fed meat and beer with the chemical smell of many strange drugs. His heightened senses spoke of their existence, but he didn't care because he believed they were placed there for his own benefit. The distraction wouldn't have helped much anyway. Because he was totally in favor of the St