40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 337 57. Bloody (End)

"Death!" Akudona roared, charging towards his and his Primarch's only enemy.

The strong wind gradually picked up, blowing away the strange clouds in the sky, and also brought another kind of power that was completely different from here. Extreme darkness emerged quietly from the void, quietly swallowing the light as Akudona charged.

The sea became silent, and the water that should have been sparkling now turned pitch black. There were no clouds in the sky, but no light fell. There was only darkness and an extreme power beyond reason.

Akudona rushed to the monster, some familiar to him from the thousand faces hanging on the dissolving flesh, smiling and flirting at him, howling with desire, or simply depraved with blasphemy. Things.

He raised his saber angrily and roared out a name.

"Ducatis!" he roared.

At this moment, time was forced to stand still for just a few seconds. At this moment, his left hand suddenly burned with a black flame with a scarlet base. The armor was burned with a crackling sound, and no time passed at all. Instantly becomes molten.

Immediately afterwards, those flames began to burn fiercely, but they were not very bright. Instead, they seemed to be extremely dark as if they were trying to swallow up all the light.

From the flames, an illusory shadow rushed out, holding a power sword, and slashed Akudona's blade before it could touch the monster. Flames began to ignite on its heterogeneous body, and the sound of flesh and blood explosions continued to be heard.

Time finally returned to normal at this moment, and Fulgrim was inevitably a little stunned - he knew that shadow.

Akudona's double swords were finally cut down at this moment.

The flames that spread from his left hand seemed to be burning him along with them, and half of his body was changed by them, including his face. The splintered skin with a faint scarlet light gave him an absurd feeling of being about to be broken, but this was far from the end.

More names came out of his mouth one by one. The sergeant, the joking battle brother, the proud Sergeant Phoenix knew them all.

And every time Akudona uttered a name, an illusory shadow rushed out of the flames. It was definitely not real, but it could always cause substantial and terrible damage to the monster. Fulgrim didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't need to.

Akudona's attack was effective, he just needed to know that.

"Fake!" he shouted to the monster. "I'm right here! Come on!"

Its attention was inevitably attracted to him a little. Phoenix had just tried it, and his fists were useless against this thing. Its dissolving flesh even sucked into his hand, and he was now defenseless.

However, that doesn't mean he can't influence the outcome of the battle in his own way.

Acudona, as always, quickly sensed Fulgrim's tactical intentions, and his offensive began to become more and more fierce. At the same time, the sky began to change color quietly.

The pinkish-purple light of depravity and seduction dissipated, forced to dissipate rather than willingly. The seawater began to hiss and passively evaporate, but the temperature was not hot, it could even be called cold.

The monster's wails began to grow louder, its face dissipating, the flames accelerating the dissolution of its disgusting body. A gust of sea breeze blew from a distance, which was different from the biting wind. It wrapped around Fulgrim, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Phoenix frowned, a strange sweetness rising in his throat. He tried to resist, but couldn't find where the enemy was until a real thunderous roar sounded.

Scarlet lightning fell from the sky, a huge whirlpool appeared in the sea, and the sea water poured back and evaporated. A huge shadow slowly rose from below, filled with rage, hatred, and hatred. Fulgrim saw the pale white ash hanging upside down, rising like a tidal wave.

Then the rising star began to rain down destruction.

The monster immediately began to crumble, turning into ashes without any resistance. Fulgrim looked up and stared, dark flames dancing wildly on his pupils.

"Primarch."

Phoenix lowered his head and showed a smile to his chief swordsman. Although there was no smile at all, Akudona could still feel his father's heart gradually calming down at this moment.

The sky is burning, so weird, so terrifying, yet so gorgeous. Akudona looked up at his father, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, until Phoenix took the initiative to speak.

"How is the situation outside?" he asked, acting calmly and not anxious, as if he had already made a pessimistic prediction of the situation.

"We." Akudona said awkwardly, but he didn't know how to explain it at all. He had so much to say, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head. After a moment, he raised his right hand and peeled off the melted armor on his left hand.

The ceramic steel, mechanical components and artificial muscle fibers passed away quietly like fly ash. The arm beneath them was dry and cracked, and dark red lines wrapped around the arm like blood vessels. One name after another starts from the wrist and spirals around the arm, exuding scarlet light.

He tensed his jaw and showed the names to his original body. Phoenix looked at them one by one with deep eyes.

Akudona spoke slowly after a moment, his voice no longer as fearless as when he roared before, but became as gentle as a whisper in the wind.

"Horus forced us to duel each other. He said it would cure you, which we did because you were bleeding profusely."

"So do I now," Fulgrim said.

He took Acudona's hand.

The black flames immediately clung to him, hissing on his flesh. Although it did not cause any pain, Fulgrim slowly closed his eyes. Horrifying veins protruded from his forehead, his teeth chattered, and the lines on his cheeks became extremely hard.

Beneath them, the world begins to burn.

——

Gavir Loken slowed down his movements little by little, trying to use gentler touches to remove the thin ice on the Thinker Array console. His exposed skin could barely feel the temperature, and freezing frost covered his face.

The main control center on the eighth deck had a coldness beyond reason, but the leader of the twelfth legion stood shirtless and showed no signs of trouble.

Black blood stains covered his body, which were proof of previous battles. He disliked the ceremonial armor being in the way and threw it away at the beginning of the war. The war dogs were on alert around the area, always alert for any enemies that might appear.

Loken observed this relatively low-key original body out of the corner of his eye, and gained a new understanding of his combat capabilities - can such results be achieved without wearing power armor, or even using weapons that are not handy? ?

Loken came back to his senses and forced himself to stare at the main control center.

At this time, it has become quite difficult to use the Thinker Array as smoothly as before.

The structure of the machine was affected by the supernatural environment and became slow and unresponsive. Loken even suspected that some parts of its interior might have suffered from low-temperature frostbite. A simple query can take several minutes to respond.

In such a jam, even as strong as the Astartes would not be able to remain calm and rational, but facing high pressure is their acquired instinct after being forged. Unsurprisingly, Loken noticed his anxiety and tried to adjust.

Taking deep breaths, he began to adjust to the lag and issued orders to the meditator. After some time, Loken finally passed all the verifications, successfully reached the operation interface, and saw the 'infirmary' as he wished.

The Luna Wolf stared at the word and slowly typed the command. After several more minutes, the cogitator array hummed, and as it trembled, steam spurted out from the main body of the machine, creating a moist mist.

"Is it open?" Angron asked with concern.

Loken hesitated for several seconds before turning his head and answering: "No, sir. The door to the infirmary opened by itself, and my orders are still being recognized by the Thinker Array."

Angron narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Kahn. The latter understood immediately and began to communicate using the war dogs' communication channel. Not all of them came, some of them stayed at the door of the infirmary.

However, the creepy thing is that there is no response from anyone on the other end of the channel, only an empty calm. Needless to say, everyone understood what was happening.

Angron frowned and was about to issue a new order when he suddenly smelled the stench of burnt metal. The sound of cracking ice resounded throughout the main control center at this moment, as if a monster was about to emerge from its shell, making people involuntarily increase their vigilance.

The war dogs raised their guns, preparing for a new battle. Loken also raised his sword, but Angron raised his hand and slowly pressed down his wrist. The Luna Wolf raised his head in confusion and looked at the face of the Primarch.

On that angry face stained by the monster's black blood, an unreal and cold smile was gradually spreading.

The darkness rolled and the cold hit, but it broke the ice. Amidst the continuous shattering sounds, the world in their eyes began to burn. Ominous fires emerged from the cracks in the void, bringing new revelations.

Angron turned around and gestured to Kahn. Although the latter was puzzled, he called again. This time, a voice sounded on the channel.

"Fulgrim is here," the man said hoarsely and lowly.

Kahn immediately reported the news to Angron.

"Very good." The Lord of Red Sand said. "Then there's only one thing to do next."

He lowered his head and looked at Loken. The Luna Wolf stared at him, and time seemed to be stretched out, as long as the past ten million years. Then, he heard Angron extending an invitation to him.

"Are you joining this war, Lorcan?"

"Am I not already here, sir?"

"No," Angron said. "I mean another war."

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