40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 221 46. A Deserter (4)

"Sin?" The lion's voice became stern again. "That's it? This is your only enemy?"

"Yes."

The lion smiled, not hiding his sneer. There seemed to be no anger in his laughter, but his eyes were almost on fire: "Are you really going to do this, Konrad Coates?"

Curze stared at him, stifling the barbed answer from his heart. It's not easy to do, especially in front of Leon El'Jonson.

Curze slowly exhaled a breath, letting his thoughts return to the way he was most accustomed to operating now. His brother was provoking, teasing some hidden instinct in his heart.

He knew what the Lion wanted, but he wouldn't let him succeed. He must face this problem with a rational attitude instead of letting his paranoid instinct turn everything into bloody mud.

"That depends on your attitude, Leon." Curze whispered. "I understand necessary evil, and I acknowledge the necessity of its existence, but I will not stand by and watch someone do something else in its name."

"Are you accusing my legion of using power for personal gain?"

"I never said that, and I have no doubt that the First Order will not let their glory fade."

Kurtz remained calm and tried hard to suppress his emotions so that he could explain to Leon. There is no flinching in his calmness, only courage and reason.

Leon stared at him, his beastly instincts taking over at this moment. Relying on this intuition, he was able to see what Curze was hiding under his calmness, and he also made him sit there and listen to the latter's words.

"I'm not here to accuse you. I won't be so arrogant or condescending to talk nonsense about you brave men. I admire those who dare to stain their hands with blood for the sake of the world, but, I We ended up here after all.”

Curze slowly put his hand into his arms, and the beast sitting on the sofa with him stared at him, watching the workings of his hand, the muscles tensing.

Half a second later, Coates showed the mark to the Lion.

"And I didn't come to visit you just because of my own wishes." He opened his palms, feeling the hot temperature of the mark, and shook his head slowly.

"This is an order from Terra, Leon, and it has nothing to do with whether I understand you or not. If I come alone with my legion, you can shame me for being short-sighted, and you can put the honors you have achieved in the past in front of me. "

He grasped the mark tightly, his eyes so sharp that he almost poked a bloody hole in the lion's face: ".This is Terra's instruction and father's will."

The lion breathed heavily.

His face was expressionless, but it gave people the illusion that he was about to explode. Like a volcano that is gathering strength and making the earth tremble.

Curze stared at him, and for a moment he almost thought Leon would snap and attack him—but he didn't.

Leon El'Jonson gradually loosened his clenched fists and put on the knight's coat again.

"That means you understand me." He looked at Kurtz calmly, his eyes full of scrutiny. "Then why did you come to me, Conrad? If you had understood the necessity of these things."

"Does it make any difference who comes?" Coz asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Leon said without hesitation.

"I can accept the misunderstandings of the ignorant, I can endure the fearful eyes of the world, and I can even ignore the whispers of my brothers as nothing - but the premise of all this is based on their incomprehension. And you Understood, Conrad. So, why did you come?"

A pang of guilt rose in Curze's heart, but he didn't let it take over. He took back the mark and held it in his hand, reminding himself of the heat.

He and Leon El'Jonson had met not long ago, and the atmosphere between them could not be described as hitting it off, but the matter of 'understanding' itself did not need to be understood.

The understanding between him and the lion is even more special. It is a rare peace between two beasts transformed into humans.

Yes, peaceful.

How do beasts usually communicate? With claws, with blood, and how do they communicate now?

"Because your Legion did something wrong," Konrad Curze said slowly and clearly. "This matter is very small, even insignificant to you. I have reason to believe that it has probably not been reported to you, and you have never seen any news about it on that desk. "

The lion's cheek twitched.

"Go on," he whispered dangerously. "Go on, Conrad Coates."

"Are you willing to listen now?"

The lion snorted coldly: "What do you think I am? An arrogant tyrant, or a paranoid who can't listen to any advice? I am neither, so keep talking."

"Sergeant Trinver Larton."

Cozze spoke slowly, without much emotion in his voice, which was rational and restrained.

"Once affiliated with the 439th Armored Division, his father's name was Tullius Raton. He once served in the 799th Infantry Regiment and died long ago. So we can say that he came from a glorious military family. "

"Sergeant Trinver is a tough man and has a great sense of honor. His subordinates and colleagues all praise him highly. There is no doubt that he is the one worthy of admiration among hundreds of millions of Imperial soldiers. Then, in a He died fighting alongside the First Army."

"His body was returned to the position when night was about to cover the earth. The First Legion killed him on the grounds that he tried to escape. However, just a few hours ago, he was called away from the position by several Dark Angels ”

The lion frowned, frowning deeply. His expression finally relaxed a little.

Leon El'Jonson has absolute control over his Legion. This control comes from many sources, but ultimately it can be summed up in one word: understanding.

The Lion knows every soldier in his legion as well as he knows the sword, an ancient weapon.

The weaving of the First Legion was complicated and confusing, layer upon layer, as dense as a spider web. And Leon El'Jonson is the core of this spider web. Anyone who steps on any spider thread will be within his perception.

So he quickly explained.

"They must have a reason for doing this." The lion said slowly. "It is impossible for my soldiers to kill without reason. If Sergeant Trinfer was killed, and he was killed by the Dark Angel himself, then I can definitely give you a reason."

"I don't care about that reason." Curze allowed himself to smile little by little, and the way his flesh was pulled by his laughter made him look extremely scary.

At this moment, he was a creature that looked like a human but not quite like one. He has changed so much that it is almost impossible to watch.

"I only care about one thing, Leon. I have no problem with your legions killing a few for the sake of many. But why did you label him a deserter? You deprived him of his life, And deprived him of the last thing he had left."

"Your soldiers returned his body to his subordinates and brothers for everyone to see the muzzle of the Astartes-sized bolter on his body. Whatever the truth, you will have him His reputation is completely destroyed, Leon. Isn’t his life enough?”

Isn't his life enough?

This question, accompanied by the sharp voice of Konrad Coates, echoed in Leon El'Jonson's heart over and over again. It gradually fermented like wine, became bitter, dulled, and became like a steely wind that blows away human flesh.

"I'll give you an explanation."

The lion avoided a glance and looked away with his brows furrowed. He raised his right hand and repeated his words.

"I'll give Sergeant Trinver an explanation—"

Curze interrupted him rudely, for the first time in his life.

"-No, Sergeant Trinver does not need to explain, he is already dead. The dead cannot speak, Leon. And there is only one thing I really want to remind you. If, on that day, you A man who is loyal to the empire can be turned into a traitor and a reviled coward for the sake of his duty. So, what about the future? "

The Lord of the Night sneered sharply, completely different from his previous self. His reason, gentleness and persuasion all disappeared, leaving only the most primitive and pure malice.

The lion tightened his skin, showed himself ruthless, and allowed himself to remain ruthless. He raised his head and tried to resist his brother's sneer with his usual arrogance. When the words came to his lips, he failed.

Leon El'Jonson was unable to say anything. He still raised his head, but was completely unable to organize any effective resistance. A wave of anger flashed through him, suddenly waking him up - Resistance? What am I trying to resist?

He thought of the mark and Terra's will, and sourness welled up in his heart, prompting him to think: So, father, is this what you want to remind me? However, what I did was obviously...

No, that's not right.

He didn't ask me to do that, and he definitely didn't ask me to erase someone else's honor. He won't do that.

The lion used superb self-control to suppress his instinctive roar, so that the forest beast retreated into the forest.

The blond knight thought calmly and shamefully. After several minutes of silence, he spoke again.

This time, he also asked a question.

"How many people?" the lion asked seriously. "How many other people have suffered this injustice?"

"Do you want to vindicate them?" Curze asked in a strangely soft voice.

The lion closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and spoke a sentence bit by bit with difficulty.

".I just want to erase this shame." He said in a low voice.

Khalil's armor has been completed. The post is in the book review area, the high-resolution pictures are in the book club, and the easter egg chapters are available for reading. Thank you Teacher Yueshang!