40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 169 30. One-day War (8)

"That's how it is." Angron said to the holographic projection.

The blue, illusory-looking Konrad Coates nodded thoughtfully. He opened his mouth, and a busy tone sounded. His appearance also blurred, becoming like water struck by stones. The shaking is endless.

Angron frowned, and after waiting for two full minutes, the holographic image returned to normal.

"The signal interference is a bit serious," said Konrad Coates. "Let's continue, brother. You said the aliens on Harkossus II are working on how to transform humans?"

"Yes." Angron said, and he began to recall the underground facilities extending in all directions and the people lying in the laboratory.

Those people were tied to the cold iron platform, and their skin peeled off little by little, while large blood scabs and heterogeneous protrusions wreaked havoc on the skin that was still intact. The human appearance is being melted.

The skull is swollen and eighteen eyes appear on the forehead. The lower jaw was separated, the skin and flesh turned into tentacles, and the teeth changed from horizontal to vertical. The entire transformation process was nakedly and extremely bloody exposed to everyone who entered the facility.

Those who have just been transformed can still maintain their sanity, while those who have completely lost their human appearance have even lost their consciousness. Even if they are cut by the blade, they are indifferent.

He thought and was silent for a while, and then he realized amidst the sobs of the tortured people that he should continue to narrate to Konrad Curze - he raised his head and looked at the holographic image, but his brother grabbed the Opened in front of him.

"Do they have this pattern on their jaws?" Curze asked, raising his right hand.

A piece of paper then appeared with an uncomplicated pattern that looked like dancing flames.

"No." Angron said. "I've killed a lot of them, but I don't see this pattern on any of them."

Curze nodded, looking thoughtful.

He sighed and said: "Now, there is a problem here, brother. What you encountered on Harkossus II is not a special case. My legion and I also encountered it on Harkossus I. Same thing. And here’s the problem.”

"what is the problem?"

"I won't be able to explain the connection to you for a while." Conrad Coates said, his expression looked very serious.

At this moment, even across the cold vacuum, Angron felt the subtle changes in his brother - Konrad Curze looked much more relaxed, but also changed a lot.

"Then why do you need to mention it?" The Nucerian crossed his hands and asked in a deliberately reproachful tone.

Kahn, who was standing next to him, was startled, as was First Company Commander Barron Benson's expression. But long before they realized Angron was joking, Konrad Curze was laughing.

"Yes." He smiled and nodded towards Angron. "I did have a small change, but I still can't explain it to you now."

Angron sighed. Now, he really wanted to complain. He opened his mouth: "Then why do you-"

"-mentioned it?" Cozzi said with a wink. "Sorry, brother. But you asked first this time."

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Angron shook his head helplessly: "Did you learn to talk like this from Khalil?"

"Strictly speaking, he didn't teach me that. But since you mentioned him." Coze shrugged and gave up his position.

Another person emerged from the holographic image and nodded towards Angron with a calm expression as a greeting.

The Nucerian breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and he admitted that he felt a sense of security when he saw Khalil Lohars - a feeling that was certainly contrary to reason and logic.

but

Sometimes, reason and logic will only be counterproductive in the face of the things they face.

"Good day, Angron," said Khalil. "I know this is not the right time to say hello, but since we are still some distance away from Harkossus III. So, how are you and your legion?"

The Nucerian grinned, stretched out his hand, and pulled his eighth captain into the holographic image scanner: "We are fine, Khalil. Let me introduce you by the way - oh, maybe I don't need to introduce. "

Khalil raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Kahn." He nodded. "Glad to see you're okay."

"Uh, Instructor Khalil. No, I mean Lord Khalil, I-" Karn stammered as he stuttered in the primarch's restraints. "-I'm glad to see you're safe too."

He said he was happy, but he sounded like he wished he were dead.

Angron laughed and let go, allowing Karn to run away. Of course he wouldn't care about this little thing, and neither would Khalil. The holographic image smiled and shook his head: "Anyway, let the greetings end here, Angron. You have also received the request for help from the Ultramarines, right?"

"Of course." Angron narrowed his eyes and his smile disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, he looked as majestic as a mountaintop in a storm, with hidden anger flowing on his face.

"It came from the Macragge's Glory, but this message was sent three hours ago. The Resolute Resolve did not have time to replenish the astropaths, and the efficiency of the ship's communication was too low."

"Our astropaths haven't received the message either."

Khalil spread his hands. "Once is a coincidence, twice is not, Angron. Considering what we encountered on Harkossus One, I would say that Robert may be in great danger right now."

"Are you sure?" Angron asked, deep wrinkles already appeared between his eyebrows, and the hidden anger was gradually coming out of the darkness.

If there was anything wrong with Robert Guilliman, Angron could swear by the fallen Warhound that he would treat Harkossus III even more harshly than he did Harkossus II.

He won't just cleanse the planet, he'll destroy it completely.

"I'm sure," Khalil said quietly.

He doesn't need long speeches to convince people, but he doesn't need emotional foreshadowing like a speaker to achieve his goal. He only needs a look or a short sentence.

"And this danger is probably not something that Astartes or chainswords and bolters can solve."

Angron was silent for a moment and decided to pretend that he didn't understand what he meant - the Nucerian asked deliberately: "So, Storm Eagle and tank artillery?"

"No way."

"Don't tell me you want to use orbital bombardment. Khalil, Robert and the Ultramarines are still on that damn planet."

Khalil stared at him and shook his head: "You know what I'm talking about, Angron."

The Nucerian pursed his lips tightly, and when he spoke again, his voice had become hoarse.

"This is not a fight for you alone, Khalil Lohars. This is a war for three legions, and you can't just leave us behind the safety of a bunker and cage us in. This It's not called protection, it's called deception. And my legion has already bitten the enemy, and the war dogs have tasted the blood of those things. We have no fear of those so-called monsters, and we will participate in this battle."

Angron waved his right hand resolutely: "——We must participate."

"Calm down, Angron."

Khalil shook his head calmly,

"I never said I would exclude you from the battle. If I really meant that, Konrad Curze would come over immediately and squeeze me out of the range of this holographic projection scanner, and then, you All I could hear was him yelling at me."

"Hey--!"

"Yes, that's it, Conrad." Khalil smiled sideways. "But the sound needs to be louder."

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Angron took a deep breath to save himself from the embarrassing situation of twitching at the corner of his mouth. He could tell that Khalil and his brother were trying to liven things up, but he didn't really want to liven things up right now.

"What do you mean, then?" the Nucerian asked seriously. "No, maybe I should ask more clearly - what price are you going to pay this time?"

Khalil lowered his head and sighed.

"Good question," he said. "But I don't know the answer, so I can't answer you. I can only tell you one thing, Angron."

"What's up?"

"We will win." Khalil said with a calm expression, as if he was stating a fact naturally.

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