40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 252 23. Phoenix falls from the sky (End)

Overflowing with brilliance.

Lorgar Aurelion found it difficult to describe to anyone how he felt at this moment. On the one hand, he was shocked by the temple in front of him. On the other hand, he was also deeply ashamed of the shock.

He shouldn't be like this, but he can't help it. He can't resist it. He can't do this.

Luojia is an expert in theology and anything related to it. Even from the fanatical perspective of a devotee, this temple is an absolute masterpiece of religious art.

In his eyes, this temple is not just "bringing light", it is actually an aggregate of light, so sacred that it is almost blinding.

He could even connect the openings in the pink and purple coral walls, and use the colorful lights emerging from them to build an abstract surface in his mind. It is obvious that the Lar people worship a god who has a similar face to them, but is more coquettish.

Generally speaking, gods with such faces or ‘attributes’ are inseparable from concepts such as ‘reproduction’ or ‘breeding’ in mythology.

But Luojia has no time for such theological and philosophical thinking now. He is not interested and cannot be interested in exploring the story behind the false god of an alien race.

The Great Word Bearer forced himself to move his eyes away from the huge suspended temple. He grasped the 'Illuminator' - a power scepter forged by Ferrus Manus himself and gave it to him, and used His innately great strength killed several approaching Lars with one blow.

Corpses were splashed and blood was scattered everywhere, but Luo Jia's anger rising out of shame never stopped at all.

The Illuminated One swung again, and the Word-Maker did not even initiate its disintegrating stance. He was completely using its own weight and power to kill. In a sense, this thing was no different from venting his anger.

"There is only one truth and one god!"

Luojia roared at them, his voice like thunder, and he could do this easily without even needing some system built into the armor.

"The Lord of Mankind will deprive you of your lowly and dirty lives with His supreme wrath!"

Thunder rumbled, and the sound of gunfire all around paused for a moment for these words. The Word Bearers' faith and will were fueled by the call of the Primarch. Their fanaticism was compounded by fanaticism, making it almost impossible to understand how their will to fight at this moment was connected.

Heavy vehicles rumbled past, and gunboats rained down deadly weapons in the air. For a moment, the world seemed to be filled with only the sound of killing. Luo Jia looked at this scene, but his heart was not disturbed at all.

He held the Enlightenment in his hand and walked forward with a leisurely gait, like walking.

The artillery passed over his head, shattering the fortress built by the aliens based on their suspended temple, and turning countless Lal warriors into flesh, turning into blood-stained flowers in the sea water, blooming quietly .

Luo Jia watched their deaths indifferently, feeling no pleasure in her heart.

He despises these things. They are just another godless and inferior race in this galaxy, and they are not worthy of his emotions.

His anger was only directed at that temple, but as for the Lal people?

The Great Word Bearer once again wielded the Enlightenment - with one blow, just one blow, the surrounding Lal people were beaten into blood mist.

And their energy beams can't even cause any damage to his armor. Their long-range attacks can cause fatal harm to ordinary power armor, but for the Terminator armor and the armor of the original body, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Luo Jia stepped over the shattered corpse and raised his right hand high. There was an unknown book swinging around his waist, and his golden skin exuded a blazing light.

The next second, his voice rang in the ears of all the Word Bearers.

"Kill the heretics!" Luo Jia roared concisely. "Burn all, destroy all! Let the desecrated corpses of these aliens burn along with their damned temples! Onward, Word Bearers, in the name of the God-Emperor!"

"In the name of the God-Emperor!" the Word Bearers shouted in unison. The Lal people's formation, which had been retreating steadily, was now almost unsustainable.

When the legion begins a frontal assault, when the sky is covered by gunboats, and the ground is occupied by artillery and crushers, victory becomes a matter of time.

Luojia looked at his heirs with a smile, feeling their determination, and the Great Word Bearer couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

And his first company commander also walked over at this moment.

His name is Cole Fallon.

"How is it, sir?" the first company commander asked, using an honorific title.

Luojia glanced at him, and with just this glance, he could know Cole Phalon's hidden temptation.

So Lorgar stretched out his hand and put his arm around the Captain's shoulder - since Kor Phalun was much shorter than ordinary Astartes, this action also had some comical meaning.

But Luojia didn't pay attention to this, he just spoke seriously, in the sky full of gunfire.

"Don't do this, Cole, you know very well that I am not your 'adult'."

"Okay, Luojia." The captain of the Word Bearers smiled, with satisfaction in his smile. Once again, Luojia caught his request and satisfied him easily.

“How do you want to move forward?”

Luo Jia raised his hand and pointed with the scepter in his hand. The temple suspended in the air was exactly where the tip of his scepter pointed. Cole Phalon's eyes became a little surprised: "Are you serious? Shouldn't we wait for your two brothers?"

"That's not necessary." The Word Bearer suddenly said firmly. "Such heretics should be dealt with by us, right? Whether it is the Midnight Blade or the Emperor's Children, they are not as experienced in this matter as we are."

"I agree with this, but will this lead to questioning from your brothers later?"

"I will give them a convincing reason." Luo Jia answered confidently.

Cole Phalon smiled, and there was a kind of disguised pride in that smile, but Luojia was not aware of it at the moment. Or maybe he noticed it, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at the moment. The captain of the Word Bearers turned his head and looked at the dark sky.

He knew that in orbit, on the Law of Faithfulness, his fellow warrior Erebus was watching with a smile.

They all received vague revelations in their dreams, and the words were so tempting—‘A new god is about to be born.’ What an intriguing sentence.

The beings in the High Sky never give clear answers, but Erebus and Kor Phaeron already know how they will bring about this future.

They've always known it.

So, Cole Phaeron spoke again: "Do you want to be the first to win this honor, Legion Commander?"

"What do you mean?" Luo Jia lowered his head and stared at him with extremely intriguing eyes.

"The first seeker of the Word Bearers and the holder of the True Word should personally inspect the heretic temple." Cole Phaeron raised his hand and pointed in the distance. "Who else but you can achieve this honor?"

Luo Jia's heart was obviously moved, but he still had reason - the Word Bearer frowned: "It is impossible that there are no guards in this kind of temple."

Cole Phaeron smiled, once again.

"There are no guards in that temple, my lord." He blinked, deliberately pronouncing the word "lord" a little more emphasis. "I used scanning equipment to observe it in advance."

Luo Jia smiled in surprise: "You are so considerate, Cole."

The company commander laughed.

Twenty-seven minutes later, he watched Lorgar Aurelion enter the temple, and saw that the colorful rays of light emitting from the openings in the wall immediately turned into a violent white color.

Did you make it? !

Cole Phalon's heart was filled with excitement, and the power of the supreme power was vividly in his mind. If Luojia could get one tenth, no, one percent! The Word Bearers will all have greater power!

By then, will the so-called Emperor still despise the faith he brought from Colchis? This man who was proficient in maneuvering and longed for power had been overwhelmed with great joy. Under such ecstasy, his shrewd mind ignored two things intentionally or unintentionally.

First, the concept of time in the Supreme Being is completely different from that which He is accustomed to use.

Second, the vague words speak of a new god.

Which one? who?

He should have considered these issues more carefully. He should have even gone through the whole thing carefully before making any plans.

But just like what he had said to the young Lorgar Aurelion on Colchis many years ago, it all came true, like a prank or a surprising coincidence.

At that time, he stood under the blazing sun of Colchis, held his two fingers together, and observed the pale sun with a blessing expression. Lorgar Aurelion stood beside him, and he said—

——"The first point about the mantra, Luojia. You must understand that under the gaze of the supreme power, we are all just slaves."

——

On the other side of the battlefield, the Night Blades who landed on this atoll fortress in the traditional way moved silently in the night. Conrad Curze stood motionless beside his descendants.

In the darkness, his figure is distorted and misleading. If you look at it from a distance, you can only see a monster with sharp limbs and two horns. If coupled with that motionlessness, it can be called a watcher's posture.

"You know what, Conrad? You remind me of those gargoyles on Nostramo now." A voice said quietly in his ear.

"What's the number?" the Lord of the Night asked softly.

"what you think?"

"I don't like making this comparison," the Lord of the Night said. "Besides, I'm getting annoyed with the Word Bearers. Do they understand that they have to turn off or exit the public voice channel during the battle cry?"

Khalil smiled silently - Conrad Coates's complaint was definitely justified and legitimate, but it had nothing to do with his smile.

"So, how to proceed?" he asked again. "Are you going to attack the Lal people from the rear as planned in advance, or are you planning to use some unorthodox tactics?"

"A raid is safer," Curze said grimly. "I don't want to cause trouble at this juncture. Let this war end as soon as possible."

He turned around and looked into the darkness. The Night Blades stared at him, their weapons gleaming in the darkness, and the lightning patterns on their armor staying bright, illuminating each other and making the atmosphere even more gloomy.

"Go hunting." The Lord of Night sneered lowly.

He said no more. The monsters in the darkness have already come out in full force. They pass by the scarlet and black cloaks and rush towards the place where their prey is.

——

Fulgrim suddenly felt an extremely strong jolt, followed by the roar of an explosion and some violent impact. He immediately turned on the magnetic boots to save himself from falling.

The Phoenix Guards responded equally quickly, not a single one of them losing their composure. Phoenix looked into the cockpit and saw his pilot jerking the control column to avoid the dark green beam coming from the ground.

Fulgrim frowned, not surprised by this incident. He had been told by his advisers in advance that it would be risky to rush into the battlefield from the air.

In the past two days, the Ral Alien's coral tower anti-aircraft installations had proven their effectiveness many times, with many gunboats being scratched or even completely destroyed during bombing missions. These things are completely automatic and rely entirely on reaction to aim.

Fulgrim frowned unbearably, unable to believe that Luojia's fire bombing actually missed a piece of the coral tower.

A warning red light lit up in the cabin, and the pilot began to shout. His voice almost turned into a scream that was completely inaudible amidst the sound of falling at high speed.

Phoenix took a step forward calmly and held his hand.

"Calm down." Fulgrim said in a powerful voice. Although he actually wanted to ask himself why this battle-hardened pilot suddenly screamed so miserably, he endured it.

"Where's the damage?"

"Left wing!"

"Then transfer the energy supply to the engine on the right wing." Fulgrim said decisively. "Restart the stabilizer, restart all equipment of the unit, and maintain balance."

His words had an effect. The pilot calmed down and completed a series of operations based on years of training and this borrowed calmness.

The transporter finally stopped bumping and shaking, and the flashing of the warning lights changed to a gentle frequency, but Fulgrim knew that this was just the beginning. He reached out and put his hand on the pilot's hand, which was more than twice his size, and gently pushed up the control stick.

"There is no fuel, and we are still one hundred and fifty meters above the ground." Phoenix shrugged with a sense of humor. "Keep calm, okay, John Kutas?"

The pilot nodded hard, and half a minute later, they made an emergency landing from the sky and landed heavily on the coral reef.

Black smoke billowed, flames burned, glass shattered, and the deck shook. But one hand steadily opened the door of the transport plane. Fulgrim pressed his sword with one hand and let the crew members walk out first. Then he strode away from the cabin without any trace of emotion on his face.

The Phoenix Guard followed closely behind him.

He looked at the sky and observed his surroundings, and it only took a few seconds to figure out where he was. There are more gunships or transport aircraft belonging to the Emperor's Children flying in the sky, but there are also warriors who choose to airborne and are landing quickly towards the ground.

Fulgrim smiled, knowing that his strategy was successful. The Word Bearers were in charge of the front, the Midnight Blades launched surprise and beheading tactics from the rear, and the Emperor's Children entered from the air.

The march of the army is dangerous, but the victory is won by a surprising force.

Right now, it looks like they're going to win.

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Phoenix frowned, turned his head, and glanced at the floating temple not far away. He clearly saw the white light overflowing from the countless openings on the coral reef. For some reason, his heart suddenly stopped for a beat.

A sense of ominousness arose spontaneously.

"Give me my order." Fulgrim suddenly pulled out his sword. "Comprehensive attack, kill all aliens!"

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