40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 330 50. God helps those who help themselves

"He didn't say what the mission was." Ten minutes after Horus left, Gaviel Loken spoke, his voice echoing in the room.

Torgadon noticed that he was shaking, and it was almost unbelievable, but it really happened - Gaviel Loken, a member of the Council of Four Kings, the captain of the 10th Company of the Legion was shaking.

The worse thing was that Torgadon knew the reason, and he even understood the reason.

But he refused to be afraid.

"He didn't need to say it." Torgadon told his brother. "He just came to test us, and he has already got the answer he needed."

"Test." Loken turned his head. "I can't believe that you would use this word between him and us, and I don't have any opinion on it. What exactly does he want to do?"

"If you think I have an answer, then you think too highly of me."

"I always think you will have an answer, Torgadon."

"Not this time." Tariq Torgadon said. "Not only do I have no answer, I can't even understand it at all. His actions are inconsistent with his words, Loken. I even suspect that he himself doesn't know what he is doing. We must find out the truth of this matter."

"How to find out?"

"Erebus." Torgadon quietly uttered a name. Gavial Loken's face twisted for a moment at this moment. It was a kind of anger that arose from suspicion, and it has not yet turned into hatred.

"On Davin, it was he who told us that the local natives could heal Horus. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that there is his shadow in every step from the beginning to the end. He has always been there, Loken."

Torgadon came to the conclusion, clenched his fists, and didn't make a joke.

He is humorous by nature, and any words that come out of his mouth have the chance to become a joke, but it is different at this moment. At this moment, Tariq Torgadon is a person who is completely opposite to his usual self.

He continued, "He is like a damned shadow, following us closely. His actions and words are purposeful. I don't know what he is going to do, but if I have to choose someone who may know the truth, I will choose Erebus."

"How do we find him?" Loken thought for a moment and agreed with Torgaton's inference, but also raised a new question. The Tenth Captain's expression was quite serious, because he had already begun to consider how to proceed with this matter.

A serious opposing theory was slowly thrown out by him.

"Whether you and I want it or not, we are heading to Isstvan III to quell the rebellion. This is completely reasonable and legal. As the governor of the system, Vadus Praal led the rebellion. We can't leave the legion at this time."

Loken paused for a moment and gave a bitter summary: "If there is no legitimate reason, let alone mobilizing ships, we may not even be able to start a shuttle."

"He will meet with other primarchs." Facing Loken's words, Torgaton just smiled. "There are more than just one legion participating in this rebellion. Angron will come, and Corvus Corax will come too. They will not be indifferent to such things."

"You mean..."

"Yes." Torgaddon nodded. "The problems within the legion are too big to be ignored, Loken. If the battle with Fulgrim can be simply explained as a misunderstanding, then what he did to the Emperor's Children is a crime that cannot be washed away in any way."

"The Emperor will definitely hold him accountable after knowing it. Think about it, a Primarch almost killed another Primarch, and threw his legion into the arena to kill each other for fun, and claimed that this was to heal him. What do you think the Emperor would do?"

Gaviel Loken took a deep breath and did not answer.

"So we must find an opportunity to inform the other Primarchs." Tarik Torgaddon said. "In other words, we must betray and become informers. Think about it, Loken. I won't ask you to go with me. After all, this matter is really-"

"-What are you talking about?" Loken interrupted him. "Of course I'll join."

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Torgadon reached out his hand silently, patted Locke's shoulder, and whispered: "But before that, we have one more thing to do."

"What?"

"We can't let our cousins ​​kill each other like this anymore." Torgaton said sadly but firmly. "I'll contact other people who may be as sane or crazy as us, and you contact them. Seven days, brother, seven days. Be sure to finish everything before then."

"I understand." Locke said, he slowly exhaled the cold air and walked to the door. In the last few seconds before leaving, he turned his head and nodded to Tariq Torgaton.

"Be careful." Locke said.

"You too." Torgaton replied.

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Akudona lowered his head and moved a small knife with concentration. It was provided by the fearless elder Gurira. It was originally part of the golden sky eagle on his right shoulder, and now it has become a small knife with a very sharp edge at the broken end.

Akudona had to admit that he was now thankful that not all parts of the Dreadnought were so hard.

The blade cut gently into his skin and muscle, leaving a new name on his left wrist. Blood oozed out and quickly coagulated. He studied the wound for a moment and realized that it was too shallow to leave a scar.

So, he had to let the blade go deep again and repeat the process. After the fifth repetition, the blade's damage to the skin and muscles finally reached a satisfactory level.

He put down the knife and handed it to Vespasian, who was waiting. The latter reached out to take it, and there were already nearly forty names on his bare chest. Unlike Acudona, he chose to have his name recorded on his chest.

Saul Tarvitz is also on the chest, and Abdemon is on the right hand. They had been doing this for days, and the only person in the cell who wasn't involved was Gurira.

The elder did not participate in the battle. The Sons of Horus awakened him, but somehow blocked his permission to move and fire. It is said that Horus wished to save the rare battle of Dauntless against Dauntless for a later time.

Acudona couldn't imagine how tortured this long-lasting, immobility situation was for Gurira, but Gurira never showed any pain. He even commented on the beauty of their respective fonts, which was quite funny.

They passed the knife around, one person carving the other person's name and handing it to the next person. It rotates like this, like some kind of never-ending spiral. It was already full of blood, and the front end of the fracture had even turned dark red.

However, as long as Fulgrim does not recover for a day, the color will continue to deepen. They were doing this silently but in tacit understanding, and then there was a sound of footsteps outside the cell.

"A son of Horus, I suppose," Abdelmund said. "But haven't we already fought today?"

"Perhaps their bloodthirsty master wants to add to the meal. He wants to eat dinner with our blood." Sol Tavitz smiled cruelly and told a joke that was not very funny. There was no respect whatsoever for Horus Luperkar and his sons.

"It won't be Fabius Bayer anyway." Acudona said softly. "He's disabled."

"Why didn't you kill him?" Vespasian asked.

"Because we still need him to heal Fulgrim," Acudona said - giving a one-sided truth.

He told no one else what he heard from Fabius, not a word. Bayer's words sounded somewhat credible, but after careful consideration, Acudona still discovered the loopholes in it.

If the Emperor really needed them to disappear, he wouldn't need to go to such trouble to arrange such a back-up plan.

Although it may seem disrespectful to say so, judging from the disappearance of the two legions, if the Emperor decided to do such a thing, he would simply send Leman Russ or Leon El'Jonson.

The Lord Commander looked at him for a while, shook his head, and did not object to Akudona's words. This incident made the chief swordsman relax a little, and then the door was opened. An Astartes wearing the black and white uniform of the Luna Wolves came in and closed the door.

In the dim light, Acudona could see his face clearly.

"Gavier Loken"

The man nodded: "It's me, Akudona."

"What?" Akudona asked with a smile. "Honorable Loken, what do you want to do here?"

Gavir Loken was silent for a few seconds, not getting angry at Akudona's mocking tone and title. In fact, there was something oddly melancholy about his face. Under the dim light, he looked more like a prisoner.

".Just wanted to confirm your status." After a moment of silence, he said.

"You have confirmed that we are all alive, Captain Loken." Vespasian said. "But it's just alive. No one can say whether we will die tomorrow. What do you think? Are you betting on us like your brother?"

"What?" Loken looked at him in shock, and Acudona noticed that he suddenly clenched his fists. "What are they doing?"

"Don't you know?" Sol Tavitz asked, staring into his eyes. "You are betting and betting on us. My dear cousins, I thought we were brothers, but you don't seem to think so."

Gavir Loken lowered his head, and everyone heard his heavy breathing at this moment.

The Emperor's Children stared at him in silence, saying nothing. It was the ancient sage Rilla who broke the deadlock. His voice came from the loudspeaker with a silence that completely despised the pain: "We might as well let the company commander make his speech first. He seems to be in pain in his heart."

"The elder has spoken," Akudona said. "So, tell me, Lorcan, what are you here for?"

Gavir Loken took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

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