40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 103 6. Raging Flame (2)

It was obvious that Khalil could smell blood. But it is just a footnote of death, and does not even need to be cared about too carefully.

Death is both an abstract and concrete word. However, if you want to observe it on the battlefield, the most intuitive way is to smell it besides seeing it with your eyes. The smell of death is not a single smell, it has many kinds, sometimes even mixed together.

For example, now, the corpses of city guards who were piled together and burned mixed with the smell of blood everywhere, forming a complex smell.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and shook his head calmly.

Troop carriers and tanks rumbled through the streets. The luxuriously dressed civilians looked at all this in horror. Some people screamed, but they immediately fell silent because of the gaze of the giants in blue armor.

The Ultramarines were not polite to them, but this attitude was traceable - at the beginning, they were still willing to talk nicely, until they discovered that almost all civilians in the city were oppressed in some cruel way. to their compatriots.

slave.

This incident made the Ultramarines furious - they knew about Nuceria's well-known gladiatorial tradition and slave-catching teams, but they never expected that this tradition had been poisoned to this extent. So they stopped being polite.

Nuceria, Daishea. Standing at the top of the towering City Lord's Mansion, Kalil silently recited the name.

Looking down from his point of view, he could overlook most of the city. Except for the arena, most places had a panoramic view.

The people who live in this mansion probably built it so high and majestic for this purpose. This can be considered interesting. All feudal rulers seem to like to enjoy this feeling of being superior to others.

He narrowed his eyes and rubbed the index finger and thumb of his right hand slowly. At this moment, Khalil missed his two knives especially.

However, although he did not actually participate in the battle of the Ultramarines, this does not mean that he stood by and watched. In fact, some of the small mechanisms buried in the city lord's palace were solved by him.

The Nucerians do have some special technologies, some of which are very dangerous and can cause devastating damage to the Ultramarines wrapped in power armor on the physical level. But there are others that are more elusive.

For example, the personal guards of the ruling class here were implanted with a silver mechanical tentacle implant. This thing is called Silver Vine, and it can be a weapon, armor, or even a vehicle.

That would be fine if it was just like this, but the output of this kind of mechanical tentacles is abnormally large, and can even cause damage to power armor. This is quite interesting.

However, they are still unable to resist the attack of the Ultramarines. The rain of fire falling from the sky can destroy their fighting will to a certain extent, not to mention the Ultramarines themselves.

Even if there were only a thousand Ultramarines fighting in Daishea at this moment, the high cavalry and their guards could not organize any effective counterattack.

They were dead and wounded. The Ultramarines didn't give them much of a choice, surrender or die, that was it.

Guilliman himself is not here. He took another three thousand ultramarines to advance to the southern plateau. There are many ruling classes in Nuceria, and Daishea is only the nominal capital.

What a mess. Khalil thought.

He shook his head and jumped out of the city lord's mansion. Several civilians who were running away with heavy wooden boxes saw his sudden appearance and screamed in fright.

They threw down the gold and silver jewelry in their hands and stumbled away in their rich clothes. Khalil burst into laughter, feeling a sense of absurdity at the familiarity. But he wasn't going to kill them.

First of all, this is not a battlefield belonging to the Eighth Army. Secondly, even if it is true, killing civilians randomly is not a legitimate method. These people are indeed oppressors, but the laws of the empire will naturally judge them.

Khalil narrowed his eyes.

Unless the law is useless, then his blade can appear again.

The communication headset given to him by the Ultramarines rang in the next second. It was quite a coincidence, but the voice of the person speaking was not very gentle, and even had a touch of anger.

"Instructor Khalil, we found a human modification laboratory in Daisheane. All the victims were dead. Their skulls were tortured by a terrible machine and became riddled with holes. Even their brains were damaged. Completely integrated with this kind of thing. According to the experience of the Eighth Army, how should these people be dealt with? "

"There are clear provisions in the laws of the empire." Khalil raised his right hand, held down the headset, and answered softly. "Anyone who conducts human experiments without permission will only die, regardless of purpose or means."

"Understood." The person on the other end of the communication channel replied with a cold voice. The next second, there was a dense sound of bolters.

"Control your anger, Second Captain," Khalil said. "Although I am not qualified to persuade you in this way, the judge himself should be emotionless when executing his sentence."

".I can't do this, Instructor Khalil." The second company commander of the first battle group replied dullly. "Just thinking about what these people did makes me furious, no matter how many times it happens."

It's true, like father, like son. This resemblance is an amazing coincidence.

Khalil shook his head slowly - after so many days, he naturally discovered the often uncontrollable anger in Robert Guilliman.

In most cases, the Primarch of the Ultramarines can rely on his own reason and past education to restrain it tightly, but as long as there is a chance, the anger will be vented and become something that devours him and everyone else.

Frankly speaking, this feeling makes him feel familiar.

"Well, good luck to you, Second Captain"

Khalil hung up the communication, jumped onto the wall with a few vertical jumps, and reached a high point.

He observed the actions of the Ultramarines and remembered every detail firmly. The Eighth Legion is still small in number now, but maybe it will become larger in the future? At that time, they will need this experience.

However, a deafening explosion interrupted his thoughts. Khalil turned his head and looked over there, and half of his face was instantly illuminated by the blazing flames.

He narrowed his eyes and disappeared into the darkness in the next second.