40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 155 16. The First Battle (VI)

"This spire is a medium." Guanghui narrated in a low and slow voice. "A medium carefully designed by my Lord. It can temporarily revive your authority from this empty shell. Revenge and hatred, how terrible it sounds."

It chuckled, its voice full of joy.

"And revenge and hatred are everywhere on Halcosus I now, my lord!"

"These ignorant Halcosus people were invaded, their relatives, friends and children died in the slaughter, and they could only tremble and watch those armored giants use iron and fire to carry out bloody slaughter in their city!"

"What a wonderful opposition!"

The laughter of Guanghui gradually became louder, like a thunder that was getting louder. Khalil stared at it calmly, without any fluctuation.

The flames in the dark eye sockets of the skeleton burned steadily, and even the strong wind blowing in the fiftieth floor of the spire could not shake them at all.

The ground, walls and ceilings engraved with characters began to become brighter and brighter in this sudden strong wind. The corpses stood up shakily and knelt down facing Khalil. The burning mark on their foreheads changed the light at this moment.

From the previous blue, it turned into a dark and red flame.

"Of course, the most wonderful thing about this simple plan is not here, my lord. Just like all jokes should have a bursting point left at the end, I also left a bursting point for my plan."

"I believe you have guessed what it is, right?" Guanghui asked expectantly, the blue light was becoming shallower and shallower, and the sound was getting smaller and smaller, like a whisper or insect chirping.

Khalil did not answer, and Guanghui laughed again as expected and answered his own question.

"Who else can I leave behind the wonderful laugh except for the real Halcosus people who exist underground?"

"The cursed ones who deceived you established a false empire, and they are the objects of hatred in it. They will be slaughtered by the legions you brought, and what about the humans who colluded with them? Of course they must die too!"

"Countless ignorant people will sacrifice their lives, their blood, their hatred and their growing desire for revenge! They will give everything to beg you to grant them the power to avenge them, so that this hatred can be appeased."

"I will not pay attention to the pleas of aliens or traitors." Khalil said.

He raised his right hand, and the thunder flashed and disappeared, and the corpses all turned into powder and dissipated, but the spire itself was humming.

It has been activated, and it will not stop.

"Yes, you won't."

The glory finally laughed, and its voice at this moment surpassed the constraints of the curtain and rang in Khalil's ears like a substance. Arrogant, joyful, and crazy.

"Khalil Rohars certainly won't pay attention to the wishes of any damned alien, but the God of Vengeance and Hatred will!"

"Of course I know that these small and stupid sacrifices are certainly not enough for you to truly ascend to the throne of God, but my plan only takes a short second, my lord! One second is enough! Centuries of planning, regardless of the cost, connecting with reality from behind the curtain to enhance our influence on Halcosus. All just for this one second!"

The light crackled and began to burn rapidly. Its time has come, the curtain has found it, and the so-called nine mantras have actually been part of this deception without deception from the beginning.

"The dead souls of Halcosus will borrow that second to revive from the kingdom of the dead." The ugly monster in the light declared in a low voice. "They will hold blades and armor, and take revenge on those who killed them under the watchful eyes of the God of Fire."

"And what can you do?" It asked expectantly. "Stop the son of the cursed and his legion from carrying out a just massacre of the Halcosus people? This does not seem to be in line with the basic policy of the empire."

"God of Tzeentch, I never thought that I would actually link justice and massacre together. These are two completely contradictory and completely opposite words, and they seem to suit you very well, don't they? What are you going to do?"

Khalil did not answer, but just slashed the blade down. The scream flashed away, it was almost completely killed, and was embarrassedly driven back into the darkness, but the laughter kept lingering.

"I will wait and see, my lord!"

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Conrad Curze felt a strange feeling, it surged from the bottom of his heart, cold and silent. This feeling made him feel as if his throat was clamped, and his stomach was churning.

Curze knew what it was, but did not want it to be activated now. It could show him the dark side of the future, but that was with his permission.

He endured it, then turned his head and looked at Fel again.

The third captain knew what his Primarch wanted to do, so he raised his right hand and forced the alien to stand up from the ground. Its bones were immediately broken in its body, and its eighteen eyes blinked densely. Its fear and pain were obvious.

A blue light suddenly appeared in Fell's eyes. He asked again, but the alien did not give an answer, but started screaming again.

The flame pattern engraved between the two tentacles began to brighten with unprecedented strength, illuminating its pale blue skin and revealing everything underneath.

Van Cleef raised his gun suddenly, trying to kill the alien who didn't know what he was doing, but someone was faster than him.

Konrad Curze disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when he reappeared, he had already held the alien head in his hands.

Its headless body fell to the ground and began to beat like a fish out of the water. Blood spurted out, making the already horrific scene even more bloody. The aliens gathered together in fear and let out a series of grunts.

Feier clenched his right hand in disgust, and blue light suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

He roared at them: "Shut up, alien scum!"

His words created a deep shock that made them lie together in pain. Konrad Coates was completely indifferent to this. He turned back indifferently, flicked his left hand, and threw the head between them. The gesture of contempt is like throwing away a piece of garbage.

He looked at Feier: "What was it doing just now?"

"It is pronouncing the name of their heretical evil god, the Primarch," Fel answered. "And prayers and stuff like that."

"Will the prayers make the tattoos on its skin shine?" The Lord of the Eighth Legion shook his head.

"Van Cleef, issue an order for medical officers and pharmacists to come over and conduct dissections. We need to figure out the physiological structure of these aliens, the reason why their tattoos are shiny, and the most important thing - how they transform humans. ”

"Tell the hunting teams acting alone to be more alert. There cannot be only such a small number of these aliens, and then contact the commander of the eighth company."

He paused and stopped talking. Van Cleef frowned, suddenly having a strange illusion.

He felt that the person under the armor had disappeared - where this feeling came from, he had no way of knowing, but he just felt that their original body was not actually here at the moment.

Even if he was standing in front of them giving orders. Van Cleef felt that Conrad Coates seemed to be standing in another dimension, another distant and dark dimension.

He was vaguely aware of it, and it didn't faze him. In fact, this incident made the first company commander feel a burst of cold anger.

Konrad Coates was silent for more than a full minute before speaking again, and this time, his voice had changed.

"Get ready to fire," he said.

No reason, no explanation, just this order without reason. The Eighth Legion immediately followed their primarch's instructions.

The bolt gun's safety was opened, the plasma began to warm up, and the dangerous MK2 melta guns were quietly raised, waiting for only a command or a gesture, and they would be fired immediately.

Among the aliens who were frightened by Feier's psychic power, there were also some who were more conscious. They screamed unpleasantly, their voices sounding like slaughtered beasts. Conrad Coates just waited quietly.

He stood there without saying a word, holding a finely crafted bolt pistol in his left hand, and his right hand was hidden in the darkness. His posture was non-threatening - however, in the next second, he suddenly moved towards the aliens. Rushed over.

To be precise, they rushed towards the wall that suddenly cracked behind them.

A huge gap appeared suddenly, without warning, sudden, but premeditated. Countless aliens holding weapons and wearing armor rushed out from the cracks. The muzzles of the guns in their hands flashed red, and dangerous buzzing sounds continued to sound.

Konrad Curze had no orders, but the Eighth Legion no longer needed orders, they knew what to do.

The rain of death that had been prepared was released through their hands at this moment. The aliens all fell down like wheat, but none of the red light groups they shot could hurt Asta of the Eighth Legion. T-Fel Zalost did what he had to do.

The third company commander calmly pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and instantly beheaded an alien that was charging towards him. The situation became extremely chaotic in just a few seconds. There were far more cracked walls than this one. Countless cracks were artificially opened deep in the underground facility, and the aliens who had been waiting for a long time rushed out.

Individually they are no more than an enemy that an Astartes can dispatch with a wave of their arms or a pull of a trigger, but in groups their firepower needs to be treated with caution. There was no way that Fair could cover everything and stop so many bullets with his psychic powers.

VanCleef roared: "Close to the Primarch!"

"No need." Conrad Coates' voice sounded coldly in the communication channel. "I'm on your right."

The first company commander immediately turned his head and saw the broken limbs flying high and a fleeting shadow. The aliens were screaming.

The gentle, polite Konrad Curze has disappeared, and now fighting alongside them is the Lord of the Eighth Legion, the assassin's assassin, the assassin's assassin.

His agility and strength are completely devastating to this group of aliens who try to rely on numbers to win. He was like a wind of death, wherever it passed, it became a dead and bloody mass grave. There is no mercy, what he pursues is ultimate efficiency.

Conrad Curze kills without emotion, picking up his alter ego.

"Kill them all," he said. "Don't let anyone go."

There's another chapter, maybe two.