40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 150 11. The First Battle (I)

Several years later, someone might ask, who was the first to die?

The Halcosus people have no answer, and the Nostramo people have no answer either. Most of the speculations about this would ridiculously list some important names, such as the three leaders of the Burning Chamber of Commerce.

They would say that these people should have died at the hands of the Eighth Legion, the Midnight Blades. Such speculations are unreasonable and absurd. The leaders of the Chamber of Commerce died, but of course they were not the first to die, and not all of them were killed by the Midnight Blades.

In fact, the first to die was a soldier on Halcosus I. His name was Torak, and he was once a strong man. Sadly, before he died, his muscles were already wrapped in loose fat.

He had a well-trimmed mustache, and his gray uniform was kept very straight by his wife at home. He was on duty at Monitoring Station A-1, responsible for the security of the entrance to the third channel.

This is an optional position. Yes, as you guessed, all optional positions are actually comfortable jobs.

Torak has a good salary, plenty of rest time and a happy family. Fifteen minutes before his death, he was even thinking about what food his wife would make for him when he got home from get off work tonight.

And fifteen minutes later, he would lose this opportunity forever.

An ancient mechanism in the monitoring station was artificially activated while he was thinking, and Torak did not notice it. It was not because he was stupid, but because he did not know the true appearance of the A-1 monitoring station he was in from the beginning.

It took nine minutes for the mechanism to fully warm up. Nine minutes later, the white light above Torak's head turned into a hideous red, flashing alternately, so fast that it made people panic instinctively.

Torak certainly did not understand what happened, so he began to report the matter to his superior and seek help. But his superior only said one sentence, a sentence that Torak could not understand at all.

That sentence was not High Gothic, nor was it one of the eighteen native languages ​​of Halcosus. It was a completely foreign language, belonging to another race.

His superior said, "Our service is over."

Six minutes later, destruction came. A-1 monitoring station exploded in the cold vacuum, and the entrance to the third channel was immediately engulfed in flames, and the soldier Torak was gone.

A-1 monitoring station became a violent flickering fire in the universe, and was immediately captured by a huge ship not far from it. It was named Nightfall and belonged to the human empire.

It would conquer Halcosus I, just as its brothers, the Steadfast Resolve and the Glory of Macragge, did to Halcosus II and III, but it was different. It came alone.

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Conrad Curze stared at the huge fire through the observation window, silent. Khalil stood beside him and slowly moved his shoulders. The same was true on the bridge. Everyone remained absolutely silent.

The crew members who have worked with the Eighth Legion for a long time will not speak at this time. This is a precious tacit understanding.

However, it is worth mentioning that when everyone is fully armed, Khalil Rohals is still not wearing armor.

Two minutes later, a specific survey report was sent to the data board in Conrad Curz's hand. It was provided by Robert Guilliman and is the latest model.

He lowered his head, raised his head after dozens of seconds, and gestured to the instructor of the Eighth Legion: "It exploded by itself."

Khalil nodded calmly.

Of course it exploded by itself, but it was not blown up by any self-destructing device. At the moment when the flames broke out in the vacuum, Khalil felt the fluctuation of psychic energy. It was very slight, and he almost missed it because of the distance. But it does exist.

A satellite-like organization that was blown up by psychic energy. What is the intention?

Khalil has no answer, and he is not prepared to use careful thinking to get the answer.

The source of all problems is right in front of him.

There was no longer any obstacle between Halcosus I and Nightfall, and judging from the evidence provided by the senior traders, the Eighth Legion believed that they could even initially take over the planet within six hours.

Conrad Curz's voice sounded again a few seconds later, like a sigh. Khalil turned his head and saw the pale profile of the Lord of the Eighth Legion, and an extreme concentration.

"It's full of mysteries," Curz said. "I'm beginning to doubt the so-called federation of Halcosus, Khalil. It even has exactly three scattered planets."

"There are indeed many coincidences," Khalil said. "There are even enough to make people suspect that this is a trap."

"Do you think it is?" Curz turned his head and looked at him, without any retreat in his eyes.

Khalil nodded calmly.

There are always things waiting in the darkness, hungry, and their hunger will never be satisfied, no matter how much they devour. There is no bottom line and so-called moderation, only pure malice.

He had been warned before he set out, but if you want to solve a problem, you must first see the problem. And once you have seen the problem itself, they will succeed.

Overt conspiracy?

He sneered, and Konrad Curze was startled - he had not seen such a smile on Khalil Lohars' face for a long time.

This is not a smile that belongs to an 'eighth legion instructor'. He had seen this smile on many dark nights, but at some point, it disappeared, as if it had been actively abandoned by Khalil.

And now, Conrad Coates knows, it never went away.

"Maybe it's a trap, maybe it's not. Conspiracy is really disgusting, isn't it, Conrad? You need to worry about the trap, the possible consequences of stepping into it, and the possible chain reactions. "

He smiled and lowered his head, sighing in the darkness. The cold light of psychic energy flashed away, and something clung to him in an instant from his shadow.

The dead white and pitch black entangled and covered the clothes in the next second. A ferocious skeleton replaced the face, shining coldly under the hood. The shadow-black cloak safely blocked most of the details, leaving only a tiny blue light. Seen through the cracks.

"So, we might as well destroy the trap together." Khalil said in his terrifying voice at the moment.

——Twenty minutes later, fire rain fell from the sky and landed on Harkossus One.

There will be a big chapter in this section next.