40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 116 19. Red Sand (6)

Nuceria's sky turns an extremely calm deep blue in the afternoon, with thick clouds rolling across the canvas-like sky. Any later and the sky would have turned a blood-red color.

There are not so many high-rise buildings here to block the natural scenery, and the sun will appear or say goodbye without reservation.

Khalil stared thoughtfully at the sky in this foreign land, and did not speak for a long time, until a voice came from behind him: "Instructor."

He turned around and saw a serious face. At this moment, he was standing on a plain with this person, and they were far away from Daishea.

Nuceria had much to tidy up, and the Ultramarines hoped that when their cousins ​​arrived they would see an orderly planet that would make it easier for them to take over.

This kindness was natural, and Khalil appreciated it and needed much of what it brought.

He has been following the actions of the second company of the first battle regiment, observing their every move. He has a panoramic view of every detail, communicating with tribes, persuading cities that are still resisting to surrender, and treating locals peacefully.

The purpose of this trip has been completely changed, but this does not mean that he will abandon his goal - he is the instructor of the Eighth Legion, and this position has been changed again and again in Konrad Coze He has duties and powers similar to those of the original adjutant.

Therefore, when he returned to the Eighth Legion, what he needed to do was far more than just teaching martial arts.

Every step he sees now is the accumulated experience of the Ultramarines. For the Eighth Legion, they may not be useful, but knowing it is definitely better than not knowing it.

"Second Captain Milo." Khalil smiled slightly. "What do you want from me?"

The second company commander simply made a gesture: "I'm here to apologize."

"To whom?"

"To you." The second company commander said. "I have heard from my brothers in my company about their reckless behavior and I must come and apologize for it."

"They didn't do anything they shouldn't have done, Second Company Commander, why do you need to apologize?"

The second company commander did not answer, but just looked at him stubbornly, with a serious expression showing Kalil some of his flaws - a stubbornness that could almost be called pedantry.

He did not hide this, and even displayed it with an almost proud attitude. He came to apologize and at the same time expressed an extremely strong hope that Khalil would accept his apology.

Khalil knew why.

He shook his head: "It's nothing, just a few sword fights. Isn't it a very common entertainment activity among the Astartes to relax by fighting each other in their free time?"

"But they used real swords." Milo said seriously. "This is not allowed and cannot be forgiven. I have reported their mistakes to the Chapter Master and left it to him to make a decision. Punishment will come, but I still need to express my apology to you."

Khalil finally became helpless.

"Okay, okay, I accept." He raised his hands. "It's just that, please tell Captain Gage again and ask him not to impose too severe a punishment."

"I'll try my best." The second company commander nodded. "But, with your permission, I would like to make some suggestions."

Khalil almost said yes—or rather, he should have said yes.

A loud sharp sound interrupted his reply. Looking up, he saw dazzling fire and a rapidly falling meteor. It streaked across the sky, replacing the setting sun that would turn the sky blood-red a few hours later.

"What's going on?" Milo's voice came from beside him, and the second company commander asked calmly and quickly through the communication channel.

"Which of our transport planes or Storm Eagles has failed? Immediately determine the location of the emergency landing, organize manpower to go there for support, search for survivors, remember to evacuate the local indigenous people, and I will report the matter to the original body."

What a solid response. Listening to his words, Khalil thought so.

Roboute Guilliman was indeed raising his children according to his vision. He gave his Legion something that had nothing to do with war, and they lived up to him.

but

He raised his head again, stared at the blood-red trail left by the meteor, and sighed slowly and soothingly after half a minute.

A falling plane burning across the horizon would only emit thick smoke, and it was absolutely impossible for the flames to spread for so long in the air without any burning objects, or even turn half of the sky into such a terrifying blood-red color.

"Don't send anyone there yet, Second Company Commander." Khalil said softly. "Not anyone."

Milo looked at him confused.

"Report this to your primarch," Khalil said. "Don't do anything else."

".What do you mean?"

Milo stared at him closely, wanting a definite explanation. But Khalil said nothing, just sighed softly.

"I hate riddles as much as you do, believe me, Second Company Commander." He said.

——

Be calm and think calmly. Kahn persuaded himself with a voice of reason he had learned through years of bloody wars.

He learned many things from the war, one of which was anger control. Anger is human and everyone has this emotion, but as a warrior you need to learn to control it.

He succeeded.

Then there were more emotions—anxiety, fear, pain, confusion. He sighed patiently, and in the billowing smoke and the thick smell of blood that seemed to choke people, he slowly untied the safety straps around his waist with his hands.

He fell to the ground, and a piercing pain came from his chest. In addition to the distorted noise in his ears, there were continuous alarms. His power armor was warning him that they had been damaged and they might not be able to help him if there was any more fighting.

"Okay, okay." He muttered and took off his helmet, barely opened his blood-stained eyes, and saw everything in front of him.

Then he saw blood.

Endless.

Kahn was stunned, and for a moment he almost forgot where he was—yes, where are we?

He frowned, and the wound on his forehead that came from nowhere bleeds more blood because of this action, but it did not prevent Kahn from thinking.

In the burning metal ruins and the bodies of his brothers, Kahn of the 8th War Hound Company—began to recall painfully and angrily.

What happened? Where am I? Why am I here?

He had no answer. He thought, but he had no answer. So Kahn picked up his helmet and put it on again. A steady light flashed across his retina, and he began to call in the communication channel, steady and calm, just like the voice most often used by the war dogs in the war.

"This is Kahn, Kahn of the Eighth Company."

His brothers died, but since they died, it meant that a war was going on. He didn't know who he was fighting, but the war dogs never showed weakness, and they would never give up even if they fought to the last man.

Kahn knew that there was probably something wrong with his memory, and he guessed that it was because of the impact during the landing. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at the metal ruins again, trying to find some evidence, but he couldn't see anything familiar.

Everything was messy, chaotic and weird, and the remaining metal connection marks on the ground indicated that this should be a landing cabin. But his seat was a Storm Eagle style

No.

He frowned, and his thinking and calling were interrupted by a voice coming from behind the burning flames. The voice sounded like a roar, and like a wail.

What was that sound?

Kahn had no answer, but he chose to keep his mouth shut, and then his eyes began to search in the burning ruins.

Eight seconds later, he found a chain saw axe. After another eight seconds, he carefully walked out of the metal ruins, stepping over broken reinforced glass and blood. The readings on the eyepiece told him that this was a world with a safe and pollution-free atmosphere, but he must not take off his helmet.

He had no weapons, only a chain saw axe, but this did not prevent him from moving forward. The visual aid module of the eyepiece spontaneously transformed the world he saw into black and white, allowing him to see every detail in the darkness.

Kahn held the unactivated chain saw axe tightly and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

He stepped heavily on the green grass, the power armor made a slight hum, and the wound on his forehead was still painful, but he didn't care. He had to figure out what was--

"--Kahn."

He turned his head sharply, raised the axe high, and then he saw a familiar face.

"Captain Jaeger?" He put down his weapon in confusion. "What happened?"

Jegger, the captain of the 4th Company, smiled and nodded to him, but did not answer. The armor made of blood red and brass exuded a strong smell of blood. On the right shoulder where the war dog emblem once stood, there was now a strange symbol decorated with a skull.

He was not wearing a helmet, and his whole face was distorted by this smile. His skin was trembling, and his once calm eyes were now sunken behind his eye sockets, quickly and nervously scanning Kahn's face, observing every detail of him.

"Don't you know?" The captain of the 4th Company asked in a low voice. "Kahn, don't you know what happened?"

"Of course I don't know - what's wrong with your armor, Captain Jegger?"

Jegger did not answer, his face began to twitch, and in the next moment, an attack that Kahn had not expected suddenly came.

The captain of the 4th Company laughed wildly and knocked Kahn down with terrible resentment, and the chain saw axe sank deeply into his waist - in pain and doubt, Kahn stared into Jegger's eyes, and then he realized something.

The captain of the 4th Company - the calm, rational, respectable, and the one who saved the 8th Company many times, Jager - is no longer there.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!" he roared. "Skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

Finally, it's updated

You can guess what this is. If you guess it right, there will be an extra update.

By the way, Kahn was not the captain of the 8th Company at this time. In the official history, he was passively promoted after all the superior officers died. As for why, I won't say it.

Oh, by the way, I still say that I don't send knives.