40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 117 20. Red Sand (7)

Kahn could feel a deep chill starting from the depths of his spine and spreading towards his internal organs. There was no reason to say that they quickly poured into his body, turning the blood into frozen ice slag.

And he knew that it wasn't fear.

That's something else. Another thing that is older, more ancient, and more terrifying. He doesn't know what it is yet, and if he did, he wouldn't be who he is anymore.

As for now, he no longer has the time or qualifications to think about these things. Jaeger is hitting his armor with an axe, and very deliberately chooses those places where the protection is still intact, as if he is venting his anger.

He roared furiously, his face turning into a twisted whirlpool. After staring at the vortex for more than two seconds, Kahn finally escaped Jaeger's attack with a roll and climbed up - the latter was not surprised by this and just smiled lowly.

"Why are you still wearing that armor, Kahn?" the captain of the fourth company asked hoarsely.

At this moment, his voice now sounded completely different from what Kahn remembered.

This voice was neither rational nor calm. His voice sounded like the sound of tank tracks rolling over ruins. It was broken and terrifying, like a roar and a cry.

Kahn didn't answer his words. He just gripped the chain axe, started it, and then pounced towards Jaeger. Ax heads collided with each other, and the single-molecule saw blades destroyed each other during rapid rotation.

Jaeger smiled carelessly, his face that had become pale for some reason was still trembling for some reason.

Kahn stared closely into his eyes, just a little bit before his eyes would move to Jaeger's forehead, his gaze would continue to move up, and then he would discover the truth - if he refused to be with Jaeger If you look at each other.

But he didn't.

He couldn't refuse. Staring at the enemy was one of Kahn's habits. He had developed many habits during the years of war, and this incident was one of them.

He must look into his opponent's eyes. He needed this to confirm something more.

So he missed the truth, and what he got was the two emotions from Jaeger's eyes - anger, and extremely strong hatred.

Jaeger grinned and looked at him through the eyepiece, the strong smell of blood filling his lips and teeth: "I'm glad to see you still retain your old habits. But you are really stupid to wear it, Kahn."

Kahn narrowed his eyes, blood was smeared between his eyes and face, but he didn't care now.

He did not allow anger to contaminate his sanity at Jaeger's insult. Likewise, he did not continue this dangerous wrestling.

He didn't know if he could beat Jaeger in terms of sheer strength, but he wouldn't try it with the only weapon he had now, it didn't make sense. Kahn could see another chainsword hanging from Jaeger's belt.

So he suddenly took a step back and moved to the left with a agile pace. The ax rotated in a fatal arc and struck Jaeger's arm. The latter chuckled, not dodging or dodging, and blocked the attack with his shoulder armor.

Kahn immediately frowned.

He immediately realized the seriousness of the problem - he hit Jaeger's shoulder armor, that's true. However, the feeling of the chain ax coming back was not like cutting into armor, but like being stuck in a quagmire.

Kahn looked at the armor in shock, noticing blood leaking from the metal. Instinctively, he continued to pull at his arm, trying to pull his weapon out, but Jaeger didn't give him the chance.

The fourth captain brought him down again with a fierce chop, as easy and casual as a skilled woodcutter dealing with trees.

He kept sneering and began to pace around Kahn, not in a hurry to kill him. His eyes turned red inadvertently: "Ten thousand years have passed, Kahn, ten thousand years."

he growled.

"And you actually dare to wear it? Why? Does that emblem and the color make you feel some kind of twisted pleasure?"

"This is the glorious symbol of my legion." Kahn gasped and got up from the ground again. "It's not the twisted pleasure you call it, Jaeger, you're crazy."

"I--?"

Jaeger looked at him and laughed furiously, his voice reverberating in his throat like some kind of hoarse scream. "How dare you call me crazy?!"

"Otherwise?" Kahn asked calmly, but in his mind he was thinking about how to knock him down - or simply retreat temporarily to find other ways to figure out what happened.

"You wear armor from ten thousand years ago, Kahn, and you call me crazy? You dress yourself up like a false emperor's loyal dog, and the armor even has his lightning bolts, and then you call me crazy?! "

Kahn was silent for a moment.

Then the second option was thrown away.

"What did you just say?" he asked. "What did you just say, Jaeger?"

Jaeger stopped answering and just howled and rushed towards him.

Kahn's fingers began to tremble, and uncontrollable rage surged in his heart, almost breaking through the boundaries he had set for himself. The word Jaeger spat out made him feel an extremely intense shock and anger.

He also howled and rushed towards Jaeger. Ax clashed with ax again, the ferocity of war hounds coursing through their mutual veins. In the midst of the furious battle, Kahn realized that Jaeger wanted to kill him.

But so is he.

It only took less than half a second for this thing to arise in his mind and then to be realized.

I want to kill him.

I want to kill my brother.

Why?

There is no time to think, the ax blades intersect more and more times, and the intervals are getting shorter and shorter. The process of exercising violence is slowly taking over Kahn's mind, leaving him no time to think more.

His concentration bought him a fleeting opportunity, and Kahn didn't let it slip away. He roared and grabbed Jaeger's weapon hand, then knocked the ax away with a swipe. .

Then, he used his free left hand to repeatedly hit Jaeger in the face. He knocked him to the ground, his anger never letting up because Jaeger was laughing the whole time.

He kept laughing wildly.

"What's so funny, Captain Jaeger?!" Kahn asked with a low growl, grabbed Jaeger, and threw him to the ground. He could hear his own voice echoing around him. "What's so funny?!"

Jaeger did not answer, but continued to laugh wildly, his voice so broken. Kahn gasped and took a step back, unable to kill his brother after all.

He doesn't allow himself to do this. He stared at Jaeger's face and saw the blur of flesh and blood and pale bone stubble.

Kahn's gauntlets helped him accomplish this. Jaeger's nose and brow bone were completely destroyed, and one of his eyes was missing, turning into something like mud stuck in the eye socket. The master's laughter shook.

His mouth was open, blood glistening between his teeth. Kahn suddenly felt an extremely strong fear, but he had no idea where this emotion came from.

"I'm laughing at you." Jaeger said in his broken voice. "You don't even dare to kill me, Kahn, what are you thinking?"

"enough!"

Kahn roared and used a trample to stop Jaeger's words. His brother fainted and finally closed his mouth, but his face was still trembling. Kahn looked at him with anger and suspicion, wondering why Jaeger became like this.

He still didn't look at the top of Jaeger's forehead.

"That's enough, that's enough."

Panting, he hung the chain ax back on his belt. Making up his mind to leave here, he wanted to find his company commander, regiment commander - or anyone else who could share this matter. He had to report this matter to them.

The madness of a company commander is no small matter and that word, how dare he shout that terrible coined word?

Kahn's teeth were chattering and his mind was in confusion. He didn't know where he was, what happened, or why Jaeger became like that. He quickly left here and entered the darkness alone.

Behind him, Jaeger's body began to flicker, flickering non-stop.

Blood and minced meat began to peel off, and the screaming soul emerged from the armor. For a moment, Jaeger's armor returned to the color of a war dog, and his face also returned to normal at that moment. The Butcher's Nails did not Swinging around the back of his head and torturing him.

He was perfectly normal - screaming in fear, hoping that Karn would come back and kill him, and stay away from them to report to the Primarch what had happened to them all in the Warp.

But Kahn didn't, he didn't remember.

Then everything came back again, and blood spread again.

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Khalil stood at the end of the plain and stared at the rolling hills below. From the expression alone, you couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment, but you could still see from the reflection in those dark eyes that he was thinking about it at the moment. One side of the object of gaze.

It was a huge piece of burning twisted metal debris that covered the entire earth.

Half an hour ago, this was liberated farmland and rivers, with freed people working in the fields that truly belonged to them for the first time. When the Ultramarines passed by, they would greet them cheerfully in Nucerian, and some children would even run after the car, yelling for some simple agricultural products to give away.

But now, there is nothing.

There is only ruins.

Khalil slowly clenched his hands, rubbing his thumb, index and middle fingers rapidly against each other.

He looked at the ruins again, his eyes felt stinging, and a stench rushed to his face, reaching his nostrils across a distance of more than a thousand meters. Not the smell of the world of the living, but something from the lightless dark world.

Are they coming?

But how is that possible? How could they possibly cross the curtain?

While thinking coldly, he slowly exhaled a breath of air, which quickly froze and turned into dust that filled the air. The world collapsed in an instant, blood flames ignited, turning everything into corpses in the river of blood, and then a voice burst out furiously in the hallucination.

"You can't escape!" Something behind the curtain roared at him with unprecedented fury. "So do they!"

Khalil narrowed his eyes and stared at the burning scarlet flames without saying a word. He could smell blood, not the ordinary smell of blood. A thought crossed his mind.

He was hurt.

So, that's the reason? In fact, the curtain has never been able to stop them, as long as they are willing to pay the price?

No.

He cut off his thoughts abruptly, and then rushed down the high slope.

Ten thousand today and two chapters left.