40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 445 171. Interlude: Reignition (4, 7k2)

The blood mist dissipated and the darkness disappeared together, but the scene that replaced it was not very gentle.

Luther clenched his sword and stood behind a Land Raider staring at the front of the battle line. The blood mist behind the Star Torch Gate brought them to another world. Needless to say, anyone with eyesight could understand their current situation.

The sky is no longer the burning look it was before, but has turned into an uncomfortable, overly bright blue.

Luther looked up at it, feeling some bad premonitions in his heart. Some of the exclamations that followed made him sigh silently. He knew that his intuition, which had always only played a role in unfortunate things, had played its role again this time.

Looking back, the old knight saw several armored vehicles fighting on the ground. Laser cannons and crews were firing continuously, shooting at the thick carpet that had replaced the original ground at some point.

But they obviously didn't care about this kind of damage. From the thick veins that were punctured, turbid yellow-brown juice came out, like sludge, and clamped the wheel hub of the vehicle.

A group of buzzing flies suddenly flew out from under the fungus blanket, exploding into balls of powder above people's heads, and wriggling fat white maggots fell from the air. As long as it is dropped or smashed, a dark green trace of pollution will be left behind.

The fungus carpet then seemed to be pulled, and began to squirm in their direction like living creatures, obviously trying to expand their territory. Some people had unfortunately been captured and eaten, and after screaming, there was no more trace.

At the same time, a huge scream came from the sky, and the light burst out, illuminating everyone's faces like a supernova explosion.

Countless birds with brilliantly colored feathers screamed and flew out, blocking out the sky and the sun. Balls of blue flames descended from between their wings and landed among the crowd.

Luther frowned and leaned against the side of the Land Raider, trying to hide from the flames. However, when they descended on the roof of the car, he discovered that those things were not flames at all, but small flaming demons.

A sinisterly smiling face danced in the flames, greed and ugliness coexisting. Luther drew his gun and shot it into pieces. As it screamed, the war officially began.

The armored troops were running at full speed and began to avoid the restraints of the carpet, but in front of them, blood-red flames ignited, and the demon driving the brass bull rushed out of it with a wild laugh, and began to fight with various weapons like ancient knights and chariots. Tanks and armored vehicles collided head-on.

Weapons such as twin-linked lascannons, heavy bolters, and twin-linked assault cannons immediately began roaring. But the demons also have cannons, cannons of brass, with bones as cores and flesh as guides.

This supernatural war was becoming more and more absurd. The soldiers on the artillery position saw this scene. They immediately began to manually adjust the aiming data, intending to give the demons some good things to taste.

But behind them, a pinkish-purple miasma with a strong musky scent had quietly surged, with demonic shadows surging through it, and a lingering sound, but it was so soft that it seemed like a whisper, and the soldiers had no way of noticing it until they were close.

So everything happened naturally and in an instant, and depraved evil deeds began to be committed one by one by those shameless and despicable creatures in the midst of joyful laughter.

The White Scars on the flanks have discovered these enemies. They rushed into it as fast as the wind and began to fire their swords to ensure the survival of the artillery position. A few seconds later, the first human cannon fire fell among the brass cannons, splashing a pool of debris.

"It's really scary."

Luther took in all this, and he couldn't help but sigh. A War Dog-class Titan strode past him at this moment, and the front end of the blood-red gun barrel emitted violent flames again.

The monitor on the blackened head lit up with a red light that came from nowhere. The machine soul roared silently and began to move faster and faster, exuding high temperatures that distorted the air.

It was so violent that even its movement seemed extremely aggressive, and even the ground began to tremble. As a last resort, the old knight had no choice but to hold on to the dagger and pierce it deeply into the chest of a bird demon that tried to attack him, thus making a simple fix.

The latter screamed, and while rising, he pecked the bird's beak fiercely, trying to pierce Luther's head.

The old knight calmly raised his left prosthetic leg and grabbed its beak. The power of the prosthetic leg made it unable to move. Then he drew his sword and cut off its bird's claws. It flapped its wings feebly, helping Luther stabilize his body and avoid falling.

The old knight smiled at it, mouthed a thank you, then drew his sword, beheaded it, and knelt down on the ground.

A burst of gunfire fell behind him, sending up a cloud of smoke and flying mud. Luther looked back and saw several minotaur demons that appeared with the blood flames working together to tear apart a Holy Draco armored transport vehicle belonging to the Solar Auxiliary Army.

That precious car that had been carefully maintained and taken seriously was now gradually turning into a piece of garbage. The armor was chewed through and torn apart. The tracks were torn off, the engine was smoking, and the chassis was damaged in many places.

However, its twin laser cannons were firing continuously, and the crew was trying to fight the impending despair, but it had the opposite effect.

The old knight frowned, pulled out the huge revolver from under his cloak, and began to take aim. He fired four times in succession, piercing their heads. The armored vehicle landed heavily, and Luther immediately ran away.

The corpses of the demons were still trembling, but did not melt. Their illusory bodies composed of ugly etheric flesh and blood began to twist, twitch, and spurt blood like real living creatures.

Luther noted this, and the power dagger was already flying in his hand. Without much effort, he used this personal gift from the Lord of the Fourth Legion to cut open the compartment of the armored vehicle, and the soldiers immediately climbed out.

The thick armor of Holy Draco saved their lives. Most of the twenty people only suffered minor injuries and shed some blood, but they were not fatal. They grabbed their weapons and briefly docked with Luther.

There were no words from beginning to end, just a few simple looks and palms crossed on the chest.

Luther turned and left, and they rushed to another position to the right. There, the walking zombies that were swallowed up by the fungus blanket and then re-vomited were swarming in.

Luther didn't know what fate they would suffer, but he wished them victory.

He switched his sword to his left hand, and the prosthetic arm was much stronger than his left hand. Besides, he still prefers to hold the gun with his right hand. From the lining of his cloak, he pulled out a short submachine pistol and began firing with precision at any enemy he could see.

The battle situation has become chaotic, as chaotic as an outsider's mind after seeing the organization of the First Legion for the first time. Luther believes that the top priority is to find the lion first.

There was a lot of noise all around, filled with shouts, roars, death and demonic screams. This is a strange war song, completely different from the war songs Luther was familiar with in the past.

But he accepts it.

He was not an Astartes, it was their mission and instinct to adapt to any war. He's just an old Caliban with a bit of a makeover. Stubborn, insisting on using the tactics of the Knights to face this unfamiliar galaxy.

These old things are outdated, but some of their shining points will not fade over time.

Such as loyalty, such as bravery, such as the way of killing.

If a creature has entity and flesh and blood, then it can be attacked, bleed, and die.

Luther tightened his grip on his sword.

A flock of birds flew over his head. He raised his gun and shot down most of them. The purity of the energy flow seemed to interfere with their so-called flesh and blood bodies, forcing them to lose the ability to fly as they melted.

The ugly birds fell to the ground screaming, and Luther pounced on them with a frenzied speed, stabbing them to death one by one. There was no blood splashing out, just blue flames scattered in all directions.

The fire demon ran out of their corpses and saw the dark muzzle of the old knight's gun just after it was born. He fired repeatedly, no longer bothering to worry about the amount of ammunition.

After doing this, he looked up at the sky. The sky that was obscured by the power of chaos was now lit up with a dirty aurora, which stung his eyes.

Something roared from behind him, and Luther thrust out a sword without looking back. Then he bent down, lowered his head, turned around, and drew his sword in one go.

A blood-red demon with its chest pierced furiously smashed the twisted blade in his hand at him. Its edge shone with blood, and the wailing face of the dead flashed from the skull in the center of the gauntlet.

Luther ducked sideways to avoid the dangerous blow, and at the same time swung his short sword to cut off its recurved left leg. It fell down and was immediately smashed in the head by a mass of energy flow.

Luther stood up straight. He heard himself sighing unconsciously, but he also heard something else. The old knight lowered his head and saw the ground changing.

The soil was replaced by sarcoma, and several thick roots silently opened the sarcoma and the earth. In the cracked gaps, countless maggots twisted their bodies, waiting for the unlucky ghosts to fall in.

Luther took a deep breath, left here without hesitation, and began to run towards the back of the position.

He told himself optimistically: "It's just a more disgusting forest of Caliban."

He burst out laughing at the joke.

——

Nasir Amit heard a sound like a strong wind blowing across the cliff, whistling and reaching his ears, like the howling of ghosts and wolves. But it is not really the sound of wind, it is the sound made by a living thing.

And this sound was definitely the most disturbing sound Amit had heard in his war career.

With a grimace, he jumped up and cut off one of its slippery tentacles with his chainsword. It screamed and twisted its thousands of other tentacles, knocking him away. The fifth captain of the Blood Angels fell to the ground and let out a low roar from his throat.

He quickly got up, his face charred. A ball of gunfire struck from behind the thing, and bombs rained down into its glowing pink body, and the explosion penetrated its entire chest.

Things like viscera or mucus splashed out, and the promethium flamethrower immediately followed and began to burn its flesh.

Amit smiled--at once, his fangs flashing savagely from beneath his lips.

He coughed and spat out a thick lump of blood. His brothers from the Fifth Company strode past him and began firing at the things hidden in the pink miasma.

"Go on!" Amit roared. "Don't stop for a moment, use all the bullets first before saying anything else!"

This is of course based on his experience - the Blood Angels had already dealt with demons as early as the Signus Galaxy.

He didn't care what the colors of these things meant. However, after arriving in Terra, Amit concluded a very valid point based on his own experience and sense of smell.

If you are fighting demons, you'd better use up all your bullets first, and you'd better not draw your sword and start fighting them hand-to-hand as soon as you get within range of the enemy, unless you want to be killed by them in various unnatural ways.

He gripped his chainsword tightly and stepped after his brothers. The Astartes in vermilion armor sprayed fire rain in the miasma, while missiles whizzed past above their heads and landed behind the mist, triggering chain explosions one after another.

Amit couldn't help but laugh again. He knew that this was proof that the mortals in the artillery positions were fighting hard.

As always - he told himself - just another war with the auxiliaries, nothing unusual about it.

Then the sky began to burn and howl above them, as if to punish him for this thought. The ground shook, as if it was experiencing a sudden crustal movement.

Unable to maintain his balance, Amit fell to the ground and had to grab the chainsword with both hands and drive it deep into the ground. He no longer cared whether doing so would cause the saw teeth to wear out.

The ground continued to shake, and a strange scream that went beyond the description of 'sound' began to come from beneath the ground, giving him a splitting headache. Amit didn't realize he was screaming until several minutes later, and by then, his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

He coughed twice, spit out blood, stood up unsteadily, but was suddenly attacked by something and fell to the ground. That thing was probably a breeding dog, but not a normal dog.

Its head was an endlessly rotating mass of fleshy tumors, with a wide gap that exposed its tender pink flesh and fine teeth. It bit at Amit, and the Blood Angels instinctively cut it in half as it fell from above.

Amid the splatters of stinking blood, he stood up again. A screaming spear was thrust towards him, and Amit once again used his instinct to avoid the attack. He raised his head and saw that the attacker was not a human being, but a twisted thing with a snake tail and a long body.

It didn't look like a human being, but it actually had facial features. At this moment, it was smiling disgustingly at him, and its long, forked tongue slowly licked the edge of its lips.

Amit pounced on it, dismembering it with pure rage and zeal. As a result, it kept laughing, even though it was being chopped into pieces bit by bit with Amit's chain sword, the laughter never stopped.

The Blood Angel felt another headache. He looked around and saw that most of his brothers were feeling the same way.

The faces of all those who were not wearing helmets showed a similar paleness and abnormal redness. Nosebleeds flowed from the nasal cavity, as thick as undissolved paint.

A little cloudy thought flashed through Amit's mind, as if water and another kind of black water had been poured into his mind. That thought is black water, and trying to get it out beyond the obstacles of ordinary water is simply impossible.

Amit gasped for breath. Just when he felt that there was nothing he could do, there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air above them. A figure fell from the sky and landed next to them.

Light bloomed from between his wings, and Amit's thoughts, which were about to get out of control due to various reasons, suddenly calmed down at this moment. He looked at the man, and the man looked at him and nodded slowly.

The wings suddenly spread out and flapped, and the miasma was blown away by the strong wind. The demons screamed and rushed over, and their target was the angel Baal himself who had just landed.

Amit tightened his grip on his chainsword and stood in front of the primarch. The same was true for his brothers. Although their faces were still stained with blood, the oppression that forced them to feel headaches had dissipated, all because of the angel's presence.

Sanguinius looked at all this indifferently. He felt neither sadness nor joy, only complete peace.

He raised the spear of completion high, and the golden light suddenly bloomed on the chaotic battlefield, like a silent horn, attracting the attention of the people around him.

The chaos was eliminated in an instant. Amit roared and chopped down a demon. From the corner of his eye, he saw the charge of the auxiliary troops. Thousands of mortals rush straight down from the high soil slopes created by the turbulence of the earth's crust, without any fear.

Were they called here, by whom? The answer is obvious. He looked back at his father, who didn't look at him.

Sanguinius raised the Spear of Accomplishment intently and looked up at the sky. And in the burning sky, deep purple and blood-red brilliance bloomed together, dividing the sky into two halves as if there was a fight.

"Amit." Sanguinius suddenly called.

"I'm here." The Flesh Tearer responded immediately.

The angel lowered his head, huge anger quietly blooming from his eyes. Nasir Amit could have sworn that he had never seen his father look so angry.

"Kill them all," Sanguinius said coldly. "Leave no one behind."

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Ahriman heard Bjorn gasping, a breathless mumbling, as if three of the lone wolf's lungs had exploded, or maybe he was suffering from asthma, otherwise how could he make such a sound?

You see, here's the downside of not having sight. He couldn't see the specific conditions on the battlefield, so he could only rely on the sounds he heard to imagine what the battle would look like. And imagination is just imagination after all, how can it compare to reality?

Bjorn's gasp had a reason, just like Sol Tarvitz's difficulty, Sigismund's broken wrist, and Thunder's blood still spurting from his chest. But Kabanha can see it all.

It laughed happily.

"Your blood will be my sacrifice for the glory of the Blood God." It declared with a calmness far beyond its own kind. "You may stand up again and again after death, but the blood you shed will not lie. Your blood will drain and I will smear it on the face of your gods."

Lei Lei kept silent and just slashed horizontally with all his strength. The sword blade wrapped with lightning cut through the brass armor, but the demon opened its flesh wings, and the broken blood-red wings seemed to cover the sky.

It jumped up, dodged Sigismund's attack, and knocked Sol Tarvitz away with a backhand. Bjorn howled and followed closely behind, plunging his fist blade into the demon's ankle with a gesture so reckless that it was unimaginable.

Kabanha glanced at him, grinned suddenly, picked him up with his backhand, and threw him down hard. The lone wolf fell into the river of blood again. This time, he did not float up immediately.

Ahriman stumbled over, the devil's laughter coming from behind him, but Ahriman paid no attention. He just focused on following the sound and rushed to the place where Bjorn fell, and pulled him out of the river of blood.

He couldn't see Bjorn's appearance at this moment, he only knew to pull him up. He succeeded, a burning sting shooting through his fingertips, and the lone wolf stood up suddenly in a fit of coughing.

He straightened his broken bones nonchalantly and rushed over with the ax again. Ahriman followed tremblingly, but fell into the river of blood halfway.

After all, his disability was a pain point that could not be blurred. He panted and climbed up, but the ancient book was always held firmly in his hand, as if it had become one with his hand. When he stood up with difficulty, he heard the devil's mocking voice again.

"Do you really think you can defeat me?"

It asked while rubbing its sharp teeth. The sound escaping between the lips and teeth sounded like swords rubbing against each other, and they were so sharp that it was terrifying.

"You can't kill us." Sigismund said calmly, and swung his sword towards the demon's side weakness exposed by blocking the attacks of Thunder and Tarvitz at the same time.

Kabanha chuckled, taking the blow without any care, and even still had the energy to knock the thunder back with a sweep.

It laughed again.

"Yes, yes, Imperial Fist. I really can't kill you here. The cowardly god has locked up this hell and turned it into a place of reincarnation for you to endure endless torture."

"But you are the key, the keyhole, and the door. You will eventually leave here. I only care about one thing now. When will He let you out?"

"Silence!" Lei Lei roared and rushed back.

His armor was shattered, something that had never happened before in his torture, and his face was twisted, and he had never been so angry.

"Maggot, are you worthy of judging him?!"

"Are you angry, test subject?"

The demon grinned, took his blade expectantly, and exchanged dozens of cuts with him in just a few seconds.

Thunder retreated covered in blood, while Kabanha stretched out his tongue and licked the wound on his forehead. It was bone-deep, making his face twitch. However, the devil's face was still full of a satisfied smile.

"You should know I'm telling the truth," it continued. "If He is not cowardly, why did he take the initiative to give up his altar, and why did he turn your home planet into this? Admit it, warrior, admit that you have always despised Him in your heart. I can feel it. get."

"Bullshit truth!"

Thunder roared like crazy, his face distorted to the extreme.

"At best, I just hate his ruthlessness, but I also understand his ruthlessness. How can someone like you understand what he can do for mankind? How can he understand what we can do for mankind?!"

"Fuck" Bjorn gasped, coming up behind him. "You really hid a lot of things from us, Thunder."

"Come with me, brother!" Thunder roared without looking back. "For unity!"

"You have the final say, boss." Bjorn grinned. "For unity!"

They rushed forward again, and the demon concentrated on blocking Sigismund's sword, but was immediately hit by a jet of black lightning. Lei Lei laughed angrily at it, then put down his giant sword and strode over, his giant sword sinking deeply into the river of blood.

Stiff in pain, Sol Tarvitz thrust his sword into its left eye. Bjorn cut off its thick tail with his fist blade, and Thunder turned to run wildly, dragging the giant sword in the river of blood, splashing an endless wave of blood.

He didn't pull out the giant sword until he rushed in front of it. The blood surged high, and the giant sword was deeply embedded in Kabanha's skull. He was about to split its head in two, but it couldn't get any closer. .

The demon grabbed the giant sword with both claws. It gasped deeply, and the brass armor on its body was slowly disintegrating in Sigismund's silent sword dance, and it could not make any resistance because it Must wrestle with the Thunder.

Bjorn seized the opportunity and kept attacking its recurved legs. He kept swinging his fist blade and axe, and the demon's legs were already bone-white. Tavitz roared and spun the blade, and a mixture of brains and blood flowed out from his blade.

Die! die! die! Everyone was shouting in unison, including Azek Ahriman who was stumbling towards him. He had already drawn the blade from the ancient book. He didn't know if it would work, but he had to try.

Demons can be banished and killed, he thought dryly. He couldn't see the specific situation, but he only had one idea.

Die, please, please die.

And Kabanha is immortal.

It slowly exhaled a mouthful of blood with a strong sulfur smell and smiled approvingly.

"Well done." It praised hoarsely.

It didn't sound like it, but a god?

Ahriman was stunned.

A boundless bloody light bloomed from the cracks in its armor, and this was the last thing Azek Ahriman could remember. He regained his sight—albeit only for a brief moment, but he did see again.

It wasn't the thing he made a deal with that he saw, but another person, who was it?

Instinctively, he searches through the stillness of time and gets the answer.

It was the Emperor, it was the Emperor who made him see all this.

So he looks.

He saw Sol Tarvitz being decapitated, Sigismund being eviscerated, Thunder being pierced through the chest by his own great sword, and Bjorn having his spine broken and being trampled into a ball of flesh.

He screamed, and tears of blood flowed from his long-lost tear ducts, covering his entire face.

Then he heard the Emperor sigh.

"Extremely shameless." The Lord of Humanity said coldly. "But they won't die here, false gods."

The Blood God laughed loudly.

Then, golden light bloomed. Azek Ahriman's consciousness fell into darkness.

This chapter is 7k2, and there is another chapter of 8k. I will try my best to write it out before twelve o'clock, as much as I can. The recent goal is to guarantee a minimum of around 10,000 per day and an upper limit of 15,000.