40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 320 40. Blood of Calth (End)

004.M31, where the gods gaze.

There is truth in the darkness.

Erebus laughed, covering his severed hand. He knelt in the darkness. What had just been a meditation chamber with burning candles not long ago was now complete darkness.

This is the power of God.

He raised his head and saw countless distorted rays of light. Each one represents a possible future that is being distorted at this moment, everything is changing, and there is no final conclusion. Erebus knew this, and it was one of the countless truths he found in the darkness.

One of the gods loved such wonders. While other gods wanted to see a future that could only represent their victory, this one wanted only change. Any change is possible, never ending, distortion is allowed.

He was very satisfied and even promised more things to Erebus. The Dark Apostle carefully selected these rewards and did not accept them immediately. He didn't think he deserved these things for a moment, but he was still smiling.

He couldn't stop laughing.

Calth is dead.

Whatever future Roboute Guilliman had envisioned for it, whatever the vision and passion of those who built it, now mattered little.

Calth has become a Death Star and will become a dead world due to excess radiation.

The Thirteenth Legion was also severely damaged. Robert Guilliman deployed at least twenty battle groups on the ground of Calth. Erebus did not know the exact number, but he was sure that this plan killed at least half of them.

He won't say this is the end because he still has another half to kill.

Lorgar Aurelion and Cole Phaeron have already set off, and their goal is the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. They will continue the ritual that Erebus started on the surface of Calth. It is a storm of destruction and a ritual of ascension to the gods.

This storm of destruction will span half of the galaxy, causing countless worlds to fall apart and tremble in the face of the approaching darkness. Support will become a pipe dream, division and dilemma will become the theme song

Most crucially, it will tear that person's humanity apart.

This time there would be no help, for the only one who could help him would be too busy to look after himself, and he would face Horus Luperkar.

How many people will die from this?

Erebus didn't have an answer, and he didn't bother to think about the answer. He almost died laughing just thinking about it. He didn't know why he was being so mean, but he was really enjoying it.

He has always been an evil man, and he knows what he is. As the old saying goes, there is no final conclusion about human nature, but Erebus has a different opinion on this.

He understands that a person's character can be shaped in childhood. For those children with a blank sheet of paper, the concepts of good and evil are huge amounts of paint that can completely change their color. But he is different. He is not a blank sheet of paper. He is born with a blank slate. It's just evil, and he enjoys it.

He loves this disordered chaos. To him, it is like a supreme song. He will use this song to transform the world into what he wants. He will tell everyone: Hey, you are not noble, you are not brave, you are just like me.

Then, he thought about the night blade.

The moment he cut off his right hand, Erebus saw some kind of future. It's not his, it's that Night Blade's.

Even though it was just a quick glance, he still saw it - he saw the nightblade being pierced by power claws and falling to his knees, while he stood in front of him.

This means that he has won, and it also means that no matter how heavy the sacrifice that Night Blade made, no matter what price he paid, he will eventually lose.

Erebus finally fell to the ground laughing.

Isn't this interesting? he asked himself. They will become heroes in the eyes of the world. They will be praised, worshiped, and even used as a flag to resist us and inspire others. But what is the truth?

The truth is that there are no heroes in this world, heroes do not exist, and all heroes will die. Those who dare to resist Chaos will die in various ways. This is fate, and there is no way to resist it.

Yes, this is fate

Erebus slowly closed his eyes and began to accept the infusion of darkness. He has gone far, but that is not enough, he will go even further.

He will be the forerunner of darkness.

——

004.M31, Calth Orbital, Macragge's Glory.

Nineteen hours after the war began, Robert Guilliman witnessed the destruction of five crimson battleships.

They were originally parked in low-Earth orbit, bombarding the surface of Calth tirelessly, carrying out efficient, cruel and despicable killings. But now, they are just huge fireballs pierced and detonated by light spears, turning into broken steel in the cold vacuum.

Everyone on it will die, whether you are a crew member, an Astartes or a so-called Auxiliary, you will die.

Realizing this brought a cold smile to Robert Guilliman's face.

He turned around and saw Ionid Hill, who had just taken office.

The latter has been temporarily promoted from sergeant of the 135th Company to company commander. Maybe he will be promoted in the future, or maybe not. But his original company commander and even chapter commander have all died. This is an indisputable fact.

Moreover, Guilliman saw something in Cyre, something they needed right now. This was the main reason why he was promoted, not the so-called 'top lack'.

Guilliman nodded at him and began to look for his captain. It took half a minute for Bohan Zeldof to respond.

He was sitting on the ground, with his back against the wall and commanding Macragge's Glory. His uniform was covered in blood, and a medical servitor was beside him performing the twenty-ninth examination of the day.

He wanted to stand up, but Guilliman raised his hand to indicate that he didn't have to. He came to Zedov, knelt down half-kneeling, and put his hands on his knees.

"My lord?" Zedov asked blankly.

"Don't worry about me," Guilliman said. "how do you feel?"

"I can't die, my lord," said the captain. "Just like Macragge's Glory, she can still move, her weapon array is not damaged, and she can start hunting at any time."

"It's no longer necessary. The Word Bearers' fleet is fleeing. Their main fleet has already retreated, and the rest are just scapegoats, cannon fodder used to delay our steps."

"In other words, we won?" Zedov asked.

"No, I would not say that," Guilliman replied thoughtfully. "I now need the Flare of Macragge to dock in low Earth orbit. First, we need to perform an orbital bombardment to clear out the Word Bearers. Then, we need to rescue everyone we can in the shortest possible time."

He looked into Zedov's eyes and told the captain the reason for doing this in a calm tone.

"The sun of Calth is fissuring, transforming, and it's not an ordinary change. The traitors have somehow brought it to its limit. All the instruments and readings show that we must leave Calth. In fact, we even need to stay away from Veredi." Safeguard the system to avoid being affected."

He described it in a gentle tone, and Zedov suddenly realized that Robert Guilliman was a little different from before. This difference, even for a mortal like him, can be easily detected with his eyes.

"grown ups."

"Um?"

"Your eyes."

"I know," said Guilliman. "This is some kind of change that I don't understand yet, but it should be good because I don't feel any discomfort now."

"But your hair is also gray."

"Really? All white?"

"almost."

Guilliman smiled: "I'm probably going to be scolded by some lady."

"No, my lord, I think Ms. Euton is more likely to give you a hug," Zedov said. "It's one of the things I'm most likely to do to my daughter when I see her again. It may seem offensive to say this, but as a parent, you will always stand with your child."

Guilliman seemed a little dazed. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses: "Your words are very helpful to me, Zedov. Then, do what you should do."

"Understood, my lord." The captain saluted him with an eagle. Guilliman stood up, returned the salute, then turned and left.

He returned to the instruments on the auxiliary bridge and began monitoring the readings.

He knew full well that a storm was coming, and he also knew that not everyone on Calth could leave, just as not all the Word Bearers would die in the bombing.

This means that the Battle of Calth will not end, because, I wonder if it is some coincidence, Calth has a complete and reliable underground cave system, but it is in urgent need of development. They will go underground, and so will the war on Calth.

This war will continue, and Robert Guilliman and his fleet will stay far away. The protectors of Calth will stay away from the very thing they are sworn to protect.

If possible, the people of Calth would weather the storm. If possible, they would win. But Roboute Guilliman was nowhere to be seen, as he and his fleet would be far away to fight a larger war.

Will the people of Calth ever forgive him? Will those who died forgive him?

Robert Guilliman closed his eyes, lost in thought. After some time, the voice belonging to Ionid Hill woke him up.

"Primarch." Hill walked to him. "Captain Gage sent a message. He has gathered all the troops and surviving civilians that can be contacted. As soon as the bombing is over, we can send the airship to Leptis Numinas."

"Very well." Guilliman opened his eyes. "What else? I heard some hesitation in your voice."

"He thought that not everyone would be willing to leave Cowes."

"I see."

"He also thinks you should probably prepare a speech."

"Indeed," Guilliman said, his short, pale hair taking on a strange sheen in the light of Calth's sun. His expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

He has no pain, no sorrow, no anger, no hatred.

He looked at Hill, the depths of his eyes blazing.

"This is only the beginning," Robert Guilliman said seriously.

——

".The Battle of Calth will never end."

"The Word Bearers withdrew, abandoning their forces, thinking that this was the end, but it was not. Whether this war ends will not be based on their will, unless all the Word Bearers die, unless Lorgar Aurelion's body was burned in flames."

"We will fight for Cowes from today onwards."

——004.M31, Calth, Robert Guilliman.

Rumors about Mortal Death 2 have been flying all over the world recently. Please note that the theory of the Emperor and the Black King being one and the theory of the two-dimensional leather suit are actually very similar to the rumors. As for the specifics, please wait until the translation court translates the entire book before making a final conclusion (praise the translation court).

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