40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 340 60. The man who never surrenders

Angron slowly exhaled a breath of blood-smelling air, and the taste of rust filled his mouth.

Corax stood beside him, panting. The jump pack behind him had been damaged and was emitting electric sparks. There were four deep scars on the left shoulder armor and the entire front chest armor.

Horus's huge lightning claw left these things on him, but these were only visible injuries, and there were some invisible injuries.

Compared to him, Angron's condition is actually much better - but this is definitely not a good thing, it only proves that Horus Luperkar is consciously treating him differently.

He deliberately did not hit Angron hard because he was not wearing armor, but he was much crueler to Corax, almost to the point of being unreasonable.

If Angron attacks him, he must either dodge or block. But if it was Corax, he would fight back directly and never stay behind.

It's really ridiculous. How can there be any reason to treat enemies differently in this world?

Horus must be planning something. Angron was aware of it but was unable to stop it.

He had only one choice.

The gladiator roared and charged forward again, followed closely by his pale brother.

Angron held out his sword, and he followed with his claws. The offensive was continuous and extremely ferocious, and every strike was a killing move. They had never cooperated at all in the past, but now they fought as if they were comrades who had fought side by side for decades.

If Angron was free, Corax would attack Horus' armor with redoubled ferocity. If Corax accidentally reached a stalemate, Angron would quickly change his stance and attack Horus with all his might.

It is impossible for them, or the other Primarchs, to survive such an attack for long. Not to mention that like Horus at this moment, he could eliminate all threats with a few dodges and blocks, and he was relaxed and happy.

He even had the energy to speak to them, with sincerity and sincere words, as if he was not in a dangerous battle, but was talking to his brothers all night long at the conversation after the dinner.

"This will not be the end of you. There is a greater cause waiting for you and me to join together. Join me, Angron, Corax. You are qualified to know the truth. No one in the entire galaxy is better than you. More qualified. Moreover, you are my brothers, and I will never watch you become an accomplice of lies and liars.”

"Cliché," Angron scoffed. The blue eyes on his rough, blood-stained face were full of coldness and not the least bit friendly. Only coldness, only murderous intent.

"What do you have left, Horus? You keep talking about truth and lies as if you yourself knew them."

"I have indeed seen the truth with my own eyes." Horus smiled reservedly and stabbed out with his left hand, forcing Angron to dodge.

The gloomy figure of Corax suddenly rushed out from the blind corner of his vision, and the lightning claws went straight towards Horus's jaw. As always, the attack failed, and the Lord of Crows immediately retreated, keeping a careful distance. He has learned his lesson.

"Then, what you have seen is a lie." Angron said while adjusting his pace. "If you had seen the truth, you would not be willing to side with them. You do not understand what they are, Horus."

Horus shook his head at him slightly seriously.

"Brother, no one in this world understands better than me. Maybe he does, but he is not a human being. He is just a liar who has lived for a long time, trying to use our lives and blood to irrigate his own path to the sky. road."

"Crazy words." Angron sneered.

Once again, he charged. He never knew what giving up was, and nothing could make the Red Sand King of Nuceria surrender. He was a born fighter, and acquired cruelty could only add to his nature.

Horus frowned slightly, finally showing some displeasure. He raised his claw, and the decomposition force fields on the sword blade and claw blade collided with each other, and he was forced into a wrestling match in an instant.

There is no doubt that this is not a good thing, Corax is watching eagerly from the sidelines. Horus sighed regretfully, put his right hand on his left arm, and his strength suddenly increased, even strong enough to make Angron unable to parry.

The balance that had been maintained before was instantly broken. Angron's pupils shrank sharply and he immediately retreated, but he still couldn't avoid being scratched on his right shoulder by one of the five sharp claws. Blood spattered out and the blade fell to the ground.

Corax roared angrily, and the attack he had prepared turned into a blockade at this moment. Horus took a step back just in time, causing Corax to miss.

The Lord of Crows stared at him angrily, and Horus smiled back, which quickly turned into sadness. He looked past Corax and back.

Blood dripped slowly to the ground.

Angron stood up silently and looked down at his right hand. His fingers were twitching continuously, and blood spurted out from the connection between his shoulder and arm. The muscles of his hand were no longer in control.

He had just dodged very quickly, but it wasn't fast enough. His disadvantage is too great. If he were wearing armor, this attack would be nothing at all, but now it is...

No, there is no point in thinking about this now.

Fight, this is the only way left.

"I'm sorry, brother," Horus said sincerely, with perfect timing. "Let's stop, okay? I beg you, I'll call the pharmacist."

"No." Angron raised his head and said. He refused without hesitation, as if he had considered this matter thousands of times early in the morning.

"What?" Horus asked in surprise.

"Go on," Angron said. "Put away your mask of hypocrisy, Horus. We will kill you."

"But you don't even have weapons anymore." Horus frowned and said, taking a step forward and stepping on the hilts of the two power swords, emphasizing his tone. His gesture was insulting, but he didn't realize it at all.

Corax saw this scene, and his eyes behind the helmet became even more sad - he already understood something.

"Give up, brother, I beg you. And Fulgrim, he also needs treatment." Horus said, with a strong posture but a soft tone.

Angron kept silent and just looked down at his right hand. After less than half a second of silence, he stretched out his left hand, grasped the wrist of his right hand, and began to exert force.

Blood spattered, the gladiator's face was twisted in severe pain, blue veins popped out, and the teeth that clenched together made a cracking sound.

Amidst the frightening sounds of flesh decomposing and bones breaking, he held his right hand and stood there, breathing heavily. The blood from the wound strangely stopped gushing out. On the ground, the other corner of the eight-pointed star began to shine brightly, at a speed that was almost crazy.

The gladiator took a deep breath and stood there, another color slowly appearing in his blue eyes.

At the same time, the flesh and blood of the hand began to melt and turned into boiling blood. Everyone present felt a heavy and huge sense of oppression. A god was pouring his power into this place without any bottom line, but his purpose was not to occupy it, but to bless it.

The blood surged and clung to the bones of Angron's right hand, causing it to deform little by little, and a giant ax with bone as the handle and flesh as the blade was born. Extremely ferocious, extremely ominous, its desire does not even require eyes to see or ears to hear.

Its birth caused an uneasy whisper to resound in the dark royal court. The corpses that were hung upside down stared at this scene with their empty eye sockets, and their jaws suddenly closed together, and they uttered in unison The sound was like a celebration.

Horus looked at him extremely seriously, his voice almost whispering: "Brother."

Corax was speechless, unable to respond to what had just happened.

"I just want a weapon." The gladiator responded coldly. "Now I have."

"So come to battle, Horus. Put aside your so-called theories of lies and truth.

"You will undoubtedly die today, and I will use your blood to commemorate the deceased on the Spirit of Vengeance."

His voice was still strong, as if it had never been hurt. The background of blood kept surging in the depths of his eyes, but it could only make his expression become colder and colder, and his breathing become more steady. Other than that, it could do nothing else.

He never surrenders.

Horus's seriousness gradually turned into a kind of respect. He sighed, and his eyes tracelessly passed over the Phoenix lying on the ground. After a moment, he nodded.

"Then let's fight." The Wolf Shepherd God said.

On the ground, a certain kind of light began to shine brightly, which was extremely dazzling. As it gradually dispersed, Horus Luperkar had changed his armor.

The scarlet eyes on it are still the same, but the symbols of the Sky Eagle and the Legion have been replaced by the chaotic eight-pointed star. The color changes from white to black, with a golden outline, and a burning flame is born. His skin also turned an evil pale white, and his pupils exuded a dark light.

The Worldbreaker appeared in his hands before he knew it. He raised it seriously and assumed a fighting posture towards Angron.

The gladiator did not look at him, but nodded slightly to Corax. The Lord of Crows exhaled a breath and looked at Fulgrim sadly.

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Horus Eichmand had lost count of how many elevator shafts he had climbed. There was a sharp pain between his ribs, which was the injury left by an explosion. Moving to his destination was more difficult than he thought, but that wasn't a problem

This was not a problem, this was not going to be a problem, he would solve it, he would reach the Primarch.

He must do his duty, and if everyone else deserts theirs, so be it. He had sworn an oath, and no one could break that oath.

In the darkness, he walked alone.

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