40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 132 35. Irony

Richter waved his arm, the power sword sliced ​​through the air, the decomposition field crackled, the deadly sound and speed disappeared in a flash.

A separated corpse immediately fell limply, and scarlet blood immediately spread on the ground.

He did not feel happy, because there were three more people shooting at him, and the guns in their hands were making a strange crisp sound. After a short delay, the light red energy beam was dodged by Richter by a hair. past.

He held the sword with both hands and killed all three of them with one horizontal slash. Their white armor was dyed red, and blood and internal organs spurted out.

"Are you sure these people are here to do business in Nostramo, Captain?" he asked back.

Enric Barbatos did not answer the question immediately. He turned his head and fired several shots with his bolter into the darkness behind him after a few seconds. The eyepiece told him where the enemy was, so he fired. , screams came from the darkness.

"Company commander?"

"Stop talking, keep moving forward, we must get to their bridge quickly." Enric finally spoke, his voice serious. "Damn it."

Richter knew what he was cursing—Enric Barbatos was cursing himself.

His company commander's strategy for the ship was to spread out and disable the engines and bring the enemy to submission as quickly as possible.

This fleet has five ships, and they also do not have weapons or armor. Except for the three old ships that were previously detained, they can also be said to be no threat. However, after entering the interior of the hull through a boarding torpedo, the soldiers of the Eighth Legion discovered something was wrong.

Unlike their frail ship, the people inside were fully armed. Their armor was not yet resistant to bolters and swords, but their weapons could pierce the power armor of the Astartes in a salvo.

Although the firearms they used were indeed energy beams, they were much more powerful than the laser guns used by the auxiliary troops, and their appearance was completely different.

Although they still could not pose a threat to the Eighth Army, this would make them less effective.

This fleet has five ships. In addition to the two hundred people of the eighth company, there are four teams that also participated in the gang jumping. If these squads were using a different strategy than the 8th Company, it would mean that they would come out on top faster than the 8th Company and be the first to complete the mission - and they weren't even part of the Company.

"Putting aside the mission itself, Captain, there's something wrong with these people," Richter said between runs, he and his Captain blending so perfectly into the darkness.

Some members of the 8th Company had completed their work, disabling part of the ship's power system, allowing darkness to fall, and despite the presence of emergency lights, it was still mostly dark. And darkness has always been the dominant place of the Eighth Legion.

"Of course I can tell, but at least they still wear gray uniforms under the armor." Enric replied gloomily. "That means they came from the same place as those people."

"Harcosus." Richter said its name softly. "According to them, it's a rich planet."

"Its wealth may have been forged in blood."

"And these people are vampires who help it steal blood?"

"Don't say those words from myths and legends - keep going, Richter, we will always find opportunities to torture." Enric said in a low voice.

He is right.

Twenty-five minutes later, they became the third gang-hopping team to complete their mission.

This incident made everyone in the 8th Company furious, especially Enric Barbatos. His anger was also mixed with a little irritation and shame towards himself.

A battle barge quickly approached the ship after they gave the signal, and the auxiliaries aboard would take over. Before that, the Eighth Legion still had time to do what they wanted to do.

But not to vent their anger - they wouldn't use lynching.

"Tell me, who are you?" the captain of the Eighth Company hissed, knowing that the man hanging upside down in front of him understood Nostramo. "You have one minute to decide whether to speak."

The man didn't answer. His face was very pale, but that was because of excessive fright. The Eighth Legion did not use too cruel methods to deal with them, but simply killed them, and these people would collapse.

Not everyone can remain calm after seeing the corpses all over the ground, at least not this person. He didn't answer Enric's words immediately, but his throat kept rolling up and down. It was obvious that he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

In the darkness, Richter stood in a pool of blood and told himself that he would beg for mercy as soon as he spoke.

"Please don't kill me!"

I got it right. Richter raised his lips.

"You have surrendered, so we will not attack you again unless one of you is ignorant."

Enric said. He didn't take off his helmet, and the sound became very scary through the breathing grille.

"You have to tell me something I want to know. Of course, you can also choose to remain silent. I will leave the power of choice to you."

He stared at the man indifferently through the scarlet eyepieces, stretched out his fingers, and pressed the cold steel against the man's throat - lynching was not allowed, nor was it allowed to torture the enemy after they surrendered.

But, who says you can’t use some means?

The man yelled in horror, almost a scream. Richter was convinced that if he hadn't been hung with his head on the ground, he would have been screaming.

"I say! I say! We come from Harkossus, we are soldiers of fire!"

Richter narrowed his eyes.

Regarding this matter on Harkossus, information has been distributed in written form within the Eighth Legion.

The five senior traders were very knowledgeable after being grilled, and they welcomed the questions. That includes what the badges on their collars represent.

Light the fire.

The ruler of Harkossus—a family, an organization, or a huge chamber of commerce.

It has a weird name and a weird existence form, but looking at the entire galaxy, it is not unusual. It is nothing more than a ruling organization composed of a group of businessmen, and the Eighth Legion will find them sooner or later.

After all, an organization that could make deals with these people on Nostramo, or even take them on trips to satisfy their cannibalistic demands, was no longer worthy of the Eighth Legion's gentler means of communicating with them.

"Then what? Why are you armed?"

"Because we're here to deal with high-level traders who have connections to people on Nostramo!"

"What are you doing with them?" Enric asked softly, slowing down his tone, but his fingers began to exert force slowly. He didn't need to do anything else to make this man feel horribly threatened.

"They need to die to make room for other people who want to be senior traders!"

"What does that have to do with Nostramo? Why did they die? Because they knew the people on Nostramo?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and then immediately told everything.

"Because Harkossus wanted to turn Nostramo into a colony, the nobles who came to visit had astonishing wealth, and our leaders learned a lot of things from their mouths, and these high-ranking people who were related to them If the trader dies on Nostramo, we will have a reason to start a war."

Enric turned back and glanced at Richter, who nodded to him and made a gesture to indicate that he had started recording through the eyepiece. Enric then turned back and continued the interrogation.

"It took you four months to arrive at Nostramo, and you arrived two weeks after they came here. In other words, you set off right after?"

"Yes Yes!"

"Is there anyone else?"

Enric put a second finger on it and began to stab the man's throat casually. "I mean people in uniforms, people like you. Gray uniforms, so interesting."

"No more! Oh my god, sir, I swear to Ranhuo that I will never lie!"

"You are also from Ranhuo, so what is this, your internal fighting? Forget it. The last question."

Enric stood up, and the man looked at him with fear and a little hope. Then, he heard the giant ask: "So, what about the civilians who arrived at Nostramo with your senior traders from the Burning Chamber of Commerce? "

".What?" the man asked doubtfully.

"Those people - what are you going to do with them?" Enric Barbatos folded his hands, lowered his head, and let his scarlet eyepieces completely look at the man.

The man hesitated for several seconds before answering: ".They will die together with the senior traders."

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"What a dirty excuse," Conrad Coates said coldly. "They even kill their own civilians for this. What's wrong with this so-called leader of the Chamber of Commerce?"

"You can't ask everyone to have normal intelligence or a brain that can think smoothly. A wise person in power is ultimately a minority, Conrad."

"But they actually created an excuse for war by trying to murder their civilians!" The Lord of the Eighth Legion bared his teeth in annoyance, and his canines stuck out of his lips. "Unheard of!"

Khalil shook his head slowly.

"Maybe we should move our plans forward," he said noncommittally. "After all, the First Company will soon be complete, don't you think, Conrad?"

Conrad Coates took a deep breath and calmed down - his innate sense of justice made him need to spend some extra energy to calm down at certain times.

While on Nostramo, he had felt a burning rage from the horrific atrocities he had witnessed so many times. At that time, he even needed Khalil's presence to calm down, but now it was different. He could already rely on his own efforts to regain his sanity.

"If it were a world ruled by such a powerful person." He said in a low voice. "I guess I'll try to do my duty."

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