40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 436 162. Terra (thirty)

If we were to put it more brutally and compare Constantine Valdo to a beast, then the Royal Palace of Terra would naturally be his lair. There is no insult in this metaphor, it is simply a statement of fact.

The palace is his lair, his territory, and Waldo has been here since it was built. He knew every road, room, palace, and sentry stationed within, but unfortunately, this knowledge was of no use now.

The palace was once a huge complex, but now it's just a broken ruin, obscured by darkness, and a monster-infested place covered in thick ash.

Which is good, because Constantin Waldo is extremely well versed in how to kill monsters. As early as the time when the Inanimate had not really caused harm to the world, he was already dealing with people who had turned into monsters due to war.

The winner is swallowed up by the desire for war, the loser is wrapped up in the shame and hatred brought by defeat, or the vain person is simply swallowed up by ambition.

But now it was different, he was facing another kind of monster.

Fortunately, it doesn't make much difference.

Waldo swung the spear with one hand, and the spear accurately and smoothly cut through a piece of rotten ceramic steel connected to the flesh. What burst out from the wound was not the smell of flesh and blood, but a terrifying stench.

The injured son of Lorgar Aurelion roared and pushed towards him with his shoulders. There was no heart in his exposed chest, only a twisted meridians. However, at this moment, Waldo saw his heart and realized the truth.

He knew that the eyes hidden behind the scarlet goggles had been completely devoured by the inanimate beings in the subspace, their essence disappeared, their names and souls were torn into pieces, and he took a few greedy bites.

And they are never satisfied, they are always hungry for more. For example, right now, they are thirsting for the flesh and blood of Constantine Waldo.

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army was indifferent and just handed out the spear in his hand with one hand. He pierced the scarlet armor, drew out his spear with perfect skill, and blocked a short blade that came from behind.

A vicious beast rushed out of the subspace mist and rushed towards him at this moment. The thing's mouth was wide open, and its rotating teeth were densely packed in the mouth, waiting for the arrival of flesh and blood. Waldo knocked it away with a kick Kicked back, then immediately turned around and swept.

The blade of the spear shone with golden light, and no drop of dirty blood could obscure this light. All kinds of weapons were already coming at him, but he was faster than them, always, just a little faster, but it was like a world of difference. Golden light flashed, and four corpses that had been chopped in half slowly fell to the ground.

Visions after the killing came to mind, and the Spear of the Sun was like this, keen to transmit the feelings and memories of the dead back to him, but nothing was left of these fallen ones, they didn't even remember their own names.

What was beneath the scarlet armor wrapped in human skin and bones was definitely not flesh and blood, but decaying dust.

It's so cruel, can't they see clearly?

Waldo shook his head, holding his weapon in one hand, and stepped into the deeper darkness.

This place can no longer be regarded as the real world, but, to be honest, there are only a handful of places in the entire Terra that can be regarded as the 'material universe'.

Waldo stepped through the thick dust and jumped onto a burning Leman Russ tank. The death of the crew caught his attention.

They did not die from the chain reaction caused by the destruction of the Leman Russ tank, although their bodies were indeed being burned by the flames and they could not leave at all. But Waldo could see that they had died long before that.

They were described as emaciated, their skin contained no moisture, their muscles atrophied, and their blood was devoured. Something killed them, and only after that did the Leman Russ tank be destroyed.

demon?

Waldo stood up, jumped out of the armored vehicle, and walked through the burning trench again. Rogal Dorn had not designed these trenches, and Stone's design would not have been so crude.

He kept it to himself and moved on. There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere, and thick ashes trembled slightly in the air. The black snow did not fall where he was, which meant that he had found the right path, because Rogal Dorn was in such a place.

He wanted to find Rogal Dorn, and he had to find him.

This is the Emperor's order.

With his cloak sweeping away the ashes, the Admiral of the Imperial Guard jumped onto the top of the rough trench, and a foul-smelling breeze blew at this moment. He sniffed gently and easily analyzed a unique smell of blood.

He held the spear tightly with one hand and shook his right hand on his chest, causing waves of insignificant pain. His self-healing ability failed to play its due role in the face of this wound. If you want to hold the Lord's Sword, you must pay a certain price.

But he didn't care about the cost and just continued to sniff.

He was already quite familiar with the stench of chaos, and this smell was different. It didn't belong to humans, but it didn't belong to demons either.

A trace of undetectable worry flashed across Waldo's face.

Among the many Primarchs, Rogal Dorn was one of the few that Valdor respected.

Everyone else is either too naive or too stupid. Donne is different. He is not sophisticated, but he is not naive either. He's not stupid, but he doesn't think he has extraordinary intelligence either.

From this perspective, he sounds like a mediocre person, but in fact, Rogal Dorn has a unique tenacity. This tenacity allows him to despise everything and surpass everything, but he is willing to be a humble person.

A humble, but incredibly tenacious person. He even showed indifference when he learned that his decades of hard work were actually useless, and turned around to arrange more strategies for the ground of Terra.

Therefore, from any perspective, Constantine Valdor did not want Rogal Dorn to die at this moment.

So he started running, running wildly following the smell of blood. Like a dim light piercing straight into the depths of darkness, the smell of blood began to grow stronger, as if someone had been bleeding here for a full hundred years.

The Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard frowned suddenly, he felt that his perception was being blinded, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He stopped and stopped running, but it was too late.

Without any signs, the world in front of him suddenly became bright, and all kinds of sounds suddenly filled his ears. Roaring, gunfire, the sound of flesh being torn apart.

He looked over speechlessly and saw a group of Astartes fighting bloody battles.

They fought bravely and were completely elite. They were only about 500 people, but they were able to fight back and forth with demons several times their number on the blood-stained yellow sand.

However, Valdor had never seen that kind of blue and red paint. And the flag flying on their position, with a black base, a red outer ring, and a scarlet fist printed in the middle.

These two things alone are enough to make people suspicious, not to mention their weapons and equipment. Many people's power armor is mixed, and a large number of bolt guns and chainsaw swords, promethium flamethrowers and other heavy firepower seem to be quite scarce.

The most critical point is that there are no auxiliary soldiers accompanying them, not even half of them.

The wrinkles between the brows of the Imperial Guard Marshal became more and more ugly - what was going on? But he didn't have time to ask questions, because the bloody battle had already found him. Dozens of scarlet hounds twitched their bodies, turned their heads from the array of demons, and barked loudly at where he was, with cruel and interlaced sharp teeth slowly wriggling in their lipless mouths. The demon who was holding them with a rope with a barb roared excitedly, and immediately let go of his hand, letting the hounds out of the cage, and rushed towards Waldo with the scimitar in his hand. Some of its kind also immediately caught up, fearing that they would fall behind. Waldo looked at the demon tide calmly, and stepped into the blood with his golden boots without hesitation. He stabbed out the spear in his hand before all the demons. The first hound was pierced by him, the second was cut in half by him, and the third jumped high, trying to bite his injured right hand, but Waldo smashed his jaw with a cold knee strike. He raised his foot and crushed its head, then continued to kill.

They rushed towards him frantically, one after another, and the bloodthirst impulse was so obvious in their eyes without any sense. But Waldo remained indifferent - for him, these enemies were still too slow.

He was always faster than them, and he could always be just a little faster, so as to attract more attacks that could be parried, blocked, dodged, or even kill the attackers before that.

He killed all the hounds in just thirteen seconds, and then began to wait for the demons with double horns.

The first demon to arrive held a sharp axe, and the axe blade shone scarlet in the power of chaos. The first blow it chose was a simple straight chop. Waldo stepped back, then pierced it with the axe and lifted it high.

The demon howled, but was crushed by a gentle rotation. The broken flesh and axe fell together, and the blood flew in the dusty air, forming a spectacular spectacle.

A golden light flashed, and Waldo brutally smashed the blood curtain and silently killed his way into the demon group.

Two minutes later, he killed every demon who dared to challenge him.

In the battle array not far away, more beast eyes shining with the brilliance of lava looked over here silently. They were attracted by the blood and screams, and absorbed the warlike heart by the silent victory of the Imperial Army Marshal. Thunderous drums began to sound in their battle array.

Waldo inserted the spear deeply into the ground with one hand, and then suddenly lifted it up. Blood, flesh and dust fell together, but the brilliance of the Spear of the Sun God was as dazzling as lightning.

He said to the demon tide: "Come and challenge me."

They rushed in like crazy.

Today is 15,000, this is the first chapter, and there are four more chapters.

I didn't update yesterday because my work and rest schedule exploded. I woke up at 4 pm, had a meal and started writing, and then fell asleep again while writing ()