40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 313 33. Blood of Calth (V)

004.M31, Calth Ground, Leptis Numinus.

"Move, you damn stupid machine!" Terrence Lyon, the security chief of the Old Governor's Palace, screamed at a Thinker in front of him.

Marius Gage sat on a piece of rubble beside him. He wanted to tell the latter that such a roar would be of no use to the Thinker array, but he was too tired now and didn't want to make any sound.

The underground security fortress of the Old Governor's Palace is not connected to the cave system. The former is too old, and the latter is a sudden whim added in recent years. Therefore, you can imagine what he went through for those three sets of equipment.

Gage lowered his head, and the dust fell. The gray-white dust sprinkled on his power armor and head, making him look old and haggard, as if he was already an old man in his twilight years. But this is just an appearance. Under this appearance, he is still Marius Gage.

A battle-hardened Ultramarines Chapter Master, a superhuman, Robouti Guilliman's loyal heir, one of the Emperor's blades.

So, with his excellent hearing, he still heard the explosions from the ground, the sound of artillery firing across the sky, and some kind of crazy chanting.

He would rather be bombed than hear the last one, but he couldn't help but hear it, because the Word Bearers were attacking here-so he was bombed while hearing the singing.

If you think this sentence doesn't sound scary enough, then Marius Gage has another thing to say.

The Word Bearers are coming, and they have tanks, artillery and armored vehicles. They have everything, even poison blades. If this is not Leptis Numinus, if they didn't restart the shield system in the first place, then this place would probably have been breached long ago.

A few minutes later, Security Director Terrence Lyon finally reconciled with the Cogito array, which gave the calculation results in extreme lag.

The security director ran towards Gage with the calculation report in one hand, overjoyed. He handed the report to him. Gage glanced at it briefly and put it down.

"Fifteen minutes?" he asked. "I thought I brought back three sets of equipment and we could immediately restart the communication system, just like magic. Do you know magic, Terrence?"

"This, sir, I-"

"-I was joking just now, didn't you see?" Gage looked at him expressionlessly.

He was indeed joking, but he no longer had the strength to smile.

"So, fifteen minutes, Terrence?" he asked again.

"Yes, sir." The security director gritted his teeth.

Looking at him, Gage suddenly felt that if possible, this man would eat the Thinker and then become the Thinker himself.

"Very good." Gage stood up. "Give me the microphone, I want to record a voice, and when the communication system is restored, you will start broadcasting immediately, broadcasting around the clock, and I want everyone to hear it."

"Understood, sir." Terrence Lyon said. He ran to the Thinker and pulled out a microphone from the complex instrument. It was old, simple, and even had paint peeling off. Gage looked at it and smiled suddenly.

He reached out to take it.

"This is Marius Gage, First Chapter Master of the Ultramarines. The following words are for all loyalists who hear it."

He held the microphone a little further away, and Terrence Lyon saw him smiling. The security director didn't understand why Marius Gage could still smile, but he soon understood.

"I was ordered by Robert Guilliman to go to Calth to rebuild the communication network. Macragge's Glory is still there, and Calth has not fallen. Whether it falls depends on whether we give up the fight."

"So, whether you are a local resident, a soldier of the Imperial Army or a soldier of the Thirteenth Legion, I hope that all loyalists who hear this message can realize one thing."

"The Word Bearers are not here to conquer Calth, nor to avenge us, they are here to exterminate us. They hope to completely destroy our will to survive, our souls, and everything else that is important."

"In this way, they can hide in a dark corner and comfort themselves. They want to see us collapse in the face of destruction, and they want to have fun with it."

"Before the war, they will Get out of all, I used all kinds of means to seize the opportunity. It was extremely despicable and extremely shameful, but they forgot who we are and where this is. " He will never give up. "" And I believe you have heard that proverb. If you plan to kill a extreme warrior, you better guarantee that he will not have a second chance. Qishen took a breath. "The following paragraph is for all the pupils." He closed his eyes.

Security Director Terrence Lyon clenched his fists and began to stare at the Thinker. He wondered if he had a mental problem. Terrence suddenly felt that the latter's speed had become faster. He stared at the screen, trying to decide if he was going crazy.

He didn't.

The speed of the cogitator array began to increase.

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004.M31, Calth orbit, Night Soul.

The Night Blades have always been good at joining gangs to fight. To be honest, what can be like this that allows them to unleash their talents?

Hunt enemies in dark and narrow corners, spread fear, and wield blades. Every night blade is a master of gang fighting. This is not an acquired training, but a choice born in genes, a kind of nature.

A primal urge to kill.

The same was true for Fer Zalost, but he didn't expect that one day he would be the target of being ganged up on, and moreover, he would be ganged up on by a demon, which was really strange.

Yes, the demons were coming - Feier's feeling was correct, there was indeed something chasing him.

They jumped out of every porthole of the Night Soul. If it were other legions here, they might feel a little at a loss about the current situation.

But Nightblade wouldn't, every one of them had expected this and had accepted it. Some of them even hear whispers from the void when they kill demons, and Fell is one of them.

Moreover, he knew what it was and what it represented. But he didn't have time to pay attention to it at the moment, so he began to let it go.

So he started killing faster and faster.

"Seriously, I think we can consider starting to elect the next third company commander." Adbeman Basili, Feier's adjutant said.

There were corpses scattered behind him. Some were killed by him, some were killed by others, but most of them were killed by Feier on his own. The third captain of the Night Blade, whose swordsmanship was not very good, suddenly turned into a master of swordsmanship. It was as terrifying as if Richtnar of the eighth company was suddenly possessed.

"I see that you are not going to die soon, company commander. Considering my status as an adjutant, I will recommend myself first."

"Can you not speak?"

Feir finally responded and raised his sword to kill a demon that looked like a hound.

The thing fell under his sword, and the body gradually twisted, suddenly igniting into dark flames. In this flame, it disappears into nothingness. At the moment of complete disappearance, everyone heard a trembling bark belonging to a hound, full of fear.

Adebeman whistled frivolously, fired towards the end of the corridor, and told his company commander: "I can, but can you recommend me first, company commander? I think I am very qualified."

Feier ignored him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In fact, he had been prepared for this matter many years ago, but he did not expect to feel like this.

He clenched the sword in his hand, his mind suddenly rose to a higher horizon, and a pale palace began to burn in front of his eyes.

The dead stood up from the distant wasteland, and some approached him and began to murmur their thanks and say something. Others stretched out their withered fingers and healed his wounds with dark flames, but asked him to kill more.

Feir didn't respond to any of them, whether it was thanks or requests, he ignored them. He just held the sword and told himself, I want to go back and kill more.

The next second, he opened his eyes.

"Company commander, your eyes are on fire. Wow, I really didn't expect that I could see such a thing." Adbeman said. "Am I having a mental problem?"

"Yes, you suffered from mental illness a long time ago," Fair told him. "Do you want to know the treatment?"

"You want me to be the third company commander?"

"You bastard," Fair said. "Take people back to the bridge and tell Captain Djoko and the convoy that we are going to start moving."

"Where to go?"

"Close to Macragge's Glory and prepare to join the gang. The Ultramarines need our help, or in other words, they need my help." Fell said.

His eyes had completely disappeared, the gray-white color no longer existed, leaving only two burning black flames, extremely strong.

"Then we might as well prepare a shuttle for you. You sound like an arrogant bastard." Adebeman sighed. "Okay, third company commander. Don't forget that I am your adjutant."

"Get out of here!" Fair yelled at him. "I won't die today!"

Yes, he will die, but not today.

This chapter was 3k, today is 9k. Fight again tomorrow.

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