40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 164 25. One-day War (3)

Roboute Guilliman felt like he was falling. Falling endlessly, never stopping.

He seemed to be dreaming, but it didn't seem like he was dreaming. Guilliman tried to find the truth from this strange feeling like a veil covering his face, but the little reason he had left could not do it, and visions that seemed like dreams but not dreams continued to come over him. Eventually, he almost thought he was back on Macragge.

The city streets are busy with traffic, with the university on the left and the museum on the right. The aroma of the forest entered his ears along with the sound of clear springs falling from the mountain peaks. The sky was blue and birds were slowly passing by in a row.

White clouds leisurely overlook all living beings, everything is so beautiful, everything is so——

——Robert Guilliman opened his eyes suddenly.

He gasped for air, the air was dirty, sour and filled with the smell of blood. He saw corpses, countless corpses. Mangled and mutilated, blood pooled along their veins on the rough rock surface, almost as if the stone itself was bleeding.

Guilliman stared at this scene blankly, his extraordinary mind in confusion. It took him several seconds to realize where he was.

He grasped the hand of the ruler and began to check the ammunition while thinking. The result was destined to be disappointing. All the bullets in the bolt guns of the Lord Commander had been used up, and the Honesty Short Sword and Arbiter Bolt Gun he carried were also gone.

Judging from the current situation, he was in the underground of Harkossus III. He and his First Chapter were attacked - these aliens. They

No, that's not right.

He frowned: Where are my previous memories?

Where did I fall, and how did I end up fighting these aliens? When and how did I run out of bullets, and where did I lose my sword and gun?

Thoughts continued for some time, but Roboute Guilliman came up with no answer.

He took a slow, deep breath, and then, almost suddenly, a sharp pain hit him. It rose from his mind like fog with a knife, and it rushed forward, turning all his thoughts into a mess.

Guilliman tensed his muscles uncontrollably, leaned against the rock wall, and continued to take deep breaths. However, every time he took a breath, the pain became more intense. In desperation, he began to try to hold his breath and concentrate - but the pain did not subside at all.

It made his vision fade and his lips tremble like a spasm. Finally, I don’t know how long it took, the terrible pain finally disappeared.

Robert Guilliman shook his head weakly. There was still a needle-like sting in his temple, but it was much better than the terrible feeling just now that made him miserable.

He subconsciously licked his dry lips, and a sticky taste of blood came to his tongue.

I'm bleeding? He frowned, not caring too much. He regained his ability to think, and without hesitation began to exercise his gifts again. It took him a few seconds to organize everything he knew in his mind and list them one by one.

First of all, I'm on Harkossus III, that's for sure. My First Chapter and I are attacking here, hoping to recover this planet and return it to the empire.

We succeeded, and after a well-prepared bombardment, the successor to the ruler of Harkossus III presented us with a surrender request. Then the ground opened. The attack

come down.

Then what?

There was no more. Guilliman searched his memory completely, but he still couldn't remember what happened after the fall.

He lowered his head and looked at his armor. The exquisite power armor was in perfect condition. Except for the missing helmet and too much blood stains, his power armor was completely intact.

This meant that the height he fell was not high, at least not high enough to exceed the protection of his power armor. Then, it is naturally impossible for him to lose his memory due to a concussion.

what is going on? He frowned and began to search the pile of corpses. The aliens all seemed to have been killed by him, and their deaths were extremely brutal. Either torn to pieces by explosive bombs, or beaten to pieces by the hand of dominion.

Guilliman observed them carefully, and eventually he came to the conclusion that these underground aliens were no different than barbarians.

Their weapons are rough stone spears, and they have almost no clothing to cover their bodies. Most of the aliens have light blue skin and slender limbs. There are eighteen eyes on the forehead, and two vertical tentacles on the lower jaw protect the teeth.

In addition to these ordinary aliens, Guilliman also saw some monsters that were almost like nightmares incarnate.

Yes, monster. He had to use that word to describe those things, and he couldn't find a better one.

There are three of them in total, and they all have many slender limbs like arthropods. Their light blue skin is layered with many wrinkles. Guilliman endured it and tried to punch the skin of one of them with his fist. He felt a surprising tenacity.

They have many heads, densely packed at the front of the body. On top of these heads is a huge, split mouth, densely covered with fangs, with a dried and filthy liquid remaining inside.

They were all dead, but they died completely. There were no wounds on the bodies, which was as weird as natural death.

Guilliman remembered this incident in his heart, and then left the cave without looking back. The earth is dark and gloomy, but that doesn't stop a Primarch from seeing what he wants to see.

He walked alertly, making no sound in the darkness. He has received many kinds of combat training, and there are many situations that are more extreme and difficult than this. Moreover, he cannot be the only victim of ground collapse. The Ultramarines will definitely gather to fight the aliens.

He will hear the voices of His children, and He will arrive—and He will get through this with them.

With this hope in mind, his solo journey lasted for some time. He crossed the stinking underground river and passed through one empty cave after another where the aliens had lived. Finally, he finally heard a sound.

It blew in on the foul-smelling wind, mingled with the war cry that Guilliman was all too familiar with.

"For Macragge!"

Robert Guilliman's eyes narrowed and he immediately rushed in that direction.

——

Marius Gage waved his sword and roared endlessly - he had already completed the data analysis and theoretical deduction, and he and his brothers knew what they were going to do in this dirty, smelly underground. What.

They have to fight, and fighting itself does not require much rationality. Just stay angry. Just like now, the First Chapter Commander unleashes his rage without reservation, standing at the front of the battle line like some kind of terrifying incarnation, swaying violence.

Every time he swings his sword, an alien dies, loses its head, or breaks into two pieces. The power sword is invincible even when facing enemies with high technology, let alone these barbaric aliens with no clothes on.

This is the price you pay for letting me live. Gage whispered in his heart, waved his hands, and the sword dance was born again.

This skill is always deadly, and he soon fights his way into the depths of the alien horde. They poked at his power armor with rough stone spears, and the damage was limited to minor paint damage.

Gage sneered and roared a challenge to them. Sixty-two of his brothers followed him closely, the team grew much larger and more than doubled the firepower - the promethium flames burned the aliens mercilessly.

They shrieked and backed away, waving their hands and rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish it. However, their actions only spread the flames, and the unpleasant smell of burning appeared pungently along with the burning, while the battle brothers responsible for using the flamethrowers just kept roaring.

He was furious, and so were they - the Ultramarines' patience had its limits, and they had been fighting underground for three hours.

A full seven and a half hours had passed since the start of the war. Half of the day had passed. Time passed ruthlessly, but they found no trace of the original body at all. Who can stand this? No one can.

After the initial inquiry, no one asked Marius Gage about it anymore. They acted as if they didn't care at all. But if they didn't care, why didn't they even dare to mention it?

"For Macragge!" Gage roared and waved his sword. His voice collided and echoed between the rock walls and became distorted, becoming like the most terrifying and most terrible thing that a person who has lost his original mind can utter. The voice of dementia.

Of course Gage was aware of this, but he forced himself to forget the desolation in the roar.

He has only one desire in his heart: to kill.

You didn't kill me, and now I'm here. I'm here to find my primarch, but I want to kill you all——!

Charge, charge, charge. He kept charging, killing one alien with his sword, then another with his sword. He crushed an alien ribcage with his shoulder, then twisted his wrist and smashed an ugly head with the weighted ball at the end of the sword's hilt.

Gage's face was already covered in blood. He had been injured and poisoned not long ago. But now he is acting as if this matter does not exist at all, he is just killing. Killing non-stop.

Until a voice sounded from above his head.

"For Macragge!"

——Gage raised his head subconsciously.

That voice - he knew it all too well - it was Robert Guilliman's voice!

It's him!

Marius Gage almost felt tears well up in his eyes. He saw their Primarch rushing out of the darkness, cobalt blue and luxurious gold shining on the armor. The blood could not hide its color, just like the darkness itself could not hide Robert. ·Guilliman itself. He shows up, he kills, and they win.

"The original body." Gage put away his sword and spoke with a dry voice, almost choking. "We finally-"

"Well done, soldier, what's your name?" Guilliman looked at him with a smile, looking at Gage with a completely unfamiliar look, and asked.

He had a gentle, earnest tone, just like he would show after every war, and he had used this tone to comfort them countless times.

But this time, Marius Gage fell into the abyss.

"Soldier?" Guilliman raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you? Pharmacist! Come here, there is a soldier here who needs your help!"

There is one more chapter.