40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 461 184. Interlude: Belated promotion

Bluffing is a science. Some people can never learn it in their entire life, and their secrets will be exposed as soon as they are used. However, some people have completely mastered it and become thoroughly proficient in it.

Yes, Iago Severtarion is the latter, but he doesn't really want to use it right now.

"Maybe we should—" he shouted as he buried his chainsaw into a demon's head. "——Take them to retreat first!"

"Don't even think about it," Siani replied coldly. "Stop talking, reserve. Instead of irritating my ears by squeezing out a few words between your breaths, you might as well focus on killing."

Sevatar sighed and began to spin the chain halberd, causing a bloody storm. Moratz swept past him and tossed a bolter into his hand.

While pulling the trigger, Sevatar protected his adjutant so that he could rush in front of the particularly huge demon that was continuously spitting out more monsters through the huge mouth of its chest and abdomen.

He wasn't worried about Molec, he knew he could get the job done, but—

"Don't you talk more than me?" He finally asked slightly unhappy. "It's amazing, Siani from Terra! You can say so many words and still keep your breathing calm!"

Siani laughed ferociously and did not answer for the time being.

He raised both fists and brutally cut open a huge tentacle with two lightning claws. Countless melting human corpses instantly poured out of it.

At the same time, a chain sword beside him unexpectedly struck Siani's face, which was not yet wearing a helmet.

The Stalker wears heavy Terminator armor, with the Eye of Horus on the chest in place of the Imperial Sky Eagle. However, Siani didn't look at it and just continued to charge.

The chain halberd belonging to Sevatar arrived first and blocked the blow for him.

The first reserve soldier stared at this man with squinted eyes, and threw the bolter that belonged to Morets to the ground. He slowly raised the chain saw halberd and made a starting gesture like an invitation.

In response, the Son of Horus simply raised his left hand and spit out fierce tongues of fire from his twin bolters. Sevata chuckled without any surprise, and suddenly left the place.

The next second, the chest of the Son of Horus was pierced by two lightning claws, and the huge force even stabbed him up. However, this was not the end. The attacker followed closely and swung his claw blade, brutally cutting him into pieces.

Blood spattered out, and Siani, who was wet and bloody, retracted his claws, picked out a head with a spine from the corpse, and threw it out.

The combination of Astartes' hard bones and his strength turned the head connected to the spine into a slightly special short spear. It pierced the abdomen of a wildling cultist, pinning him to the ground.

A sharp sword flashed past and chopped off his head. Gavir Loken gasped silently, turned around and ran towards the next group of enemies.

There is no so-called discipline on the battlefield at this moment. Chaos is everywhere at everyone's feet. They are all following their original nature and freely releasing their instinct of killing and violence.

Except for the Night Blades.

"We really should retreat."

Sevatar made this suggestion again, and his tone became much more sincere. For the famous first reserve, this is already an incredible concession.

But Siani glanced at him and suddenly kicked up a bloody bolter from the ground. Savita caught it firmly and put the armed belt back on his waist. Unexpectedly, Siani opened his mouth and cursed.

"You bastard deserves to be locked in a cage by techmarines and beaten to death by ten fighter servitors."

"Ten is too few and you can't kill me," said Sevita. "At least twenty."

"Adamantine."

"No difference."

"You are not allowed to use weapons." Siani said coldly. "Only with your fists, like me."

"Come on, dear hand-to-hand combat champion." Sevatar sneered disdainfully. "Everyone knows you only fought eighteen - and you even wore adamantine gloves."

"Shut up." Siani responded with the same sneer. "Say it like you can hit twenty."

They suddenly closed their mouths in tacit agreement at the same time, and started running wildly at the same moment, turning into two flickering dark blue shadows. The reason was that Molec and other elite members of the 1st Company were engaged in a bitter battle.

This incident is unusual. Most of the veterans within the first company have undergone changes to varying degrees, not to mention that the leader is Molec. The combat dagger that belonged to Van Cleef in his hand had kept a high flame since landing on Terra and had never been extinguished.

But what if the enemy is everywhere and outnumbers them several times?

They may have more talent and talent in killing than any other legion, but this comes at a price. Moreover, relying on the power obtained by paying a price can never reach the point of ignoring certain objective conditions.

They had gained extraordinary amplification on Terra, and the Siani could tear apart even the Sons of Horus' lines with ease, but so did the Daemons.

And there are many more demons than them.

The Night Blade's numbers will always be their pain point.

Siani was the first to rush into the demonic tide. The stinking bees fell from the sky, but they were chopped up by the lightning claws with two casual swings. He rushed forward without any intention of stopping. He killed the zombies and the giant diseased plants along the way, and finally arrived beside Moritz who was trapped in the siege. The dim yellow miasma filled the air had no effect on him.

At this moment, Moritz was fighting with a huge demon with antlers on his head. It was not a good choice to use two short knives against the heavy wooden stick in the demon's hand. The adjutant fought very hard, but his eyes were already lit up with dark anger.

Siani immediately roared, attracting the attention of the demon and the first company of adjutants.

"You'd better not do that!" Terra roared. "You don't need to go to so much trouble with this thing!"

Moritz kept silent and just retreated suddenly.

The huge and fat antler demon displayed a terrifying agility far beyond its size at this moment. The rotten wooden staff in its hand sprayed out waves of fat white maggots from the tip.

Before they landed, they had already transformed into a terrifying number of flies, buzzing and chasing the adjutant. The adjutant was entangled again and couldn't get away for a while. It turned around quickly and used the staff in its hand to accurately block Siani's lightning claws.

The two sharp weapons that could easily cut even pure gold encountered obstacles for the first time at this moment. The demon smiled triumphantly. Siani narrowed his eyes and took a closer look. He found that the surface of its staff was covered with countless long-haired molds. It was these that resisted the attack of the lightning claws together.

Siani's face flashed with obvious disgust.

"Another lackey who came to die." The demon spit out a breath of stench with satisfaction and hit Siani in the face. "You never learn from your mistakes. What's the point of this battle for you? You should have stood with us."

"Shut up, ugly thing." Siani hissed in authentic Nostramo. "You're a big idiot with a fat pig's head."

The horned demon shook his head indifferently, and with a backhand pressure, he forced Siani to retreat again and again. It knocked on the top of its head with a long staff, and the antlers and the long staff collided with each other, making a dull sound.

"Even if you insist, I'm wearing antlers." The demon said so. "Your biology is obviously not ideal. You should go-"

"-Go kill your whole family!" Sevatar roared and swung the chain saw halberd, cutting a horrifying wound from behind it.

The sickly yellowish fat and pus gushed out like a broken water outlet, falling on the ground, and even emitting bursts of light smoke. If Sevatar hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been splashed all over.

The demon turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, and touched the ground with his long staff. The ground splashed with the liquid in its body changed instantly, and the thick fungal carpet covered the ground in a way that transcended time.

"You are so rude." The demon said. "I simply-"

"- I will kill your whole family!" Siani roared and rushed forward, with a flash of anger in his eyes, and black flames instantly wrapped around his claws.

He began to swing his fists in the way he was best at, stabbing, slashing, and slashing. The demon couldn't say the second half of the sentence after all, and swallowed it back into his stomach. Moreover, it had lost the room to speak.

The anger penetrated deep into its body like a thorn in its bones, and in an instant, its fat body shrank by more than half. It cried incessantly, and its calm posture and arrogant arrogance were immediately extinguished.

Sevitar rushed forward, kicked the long staff in its hand away, and began to swing the chain saw halberd frantically, and worked together with Siani to chop the no longer fat demon into meat sauce.

"Stop, it's dead." Moritz walked slowly from behind them, and the adjutant's expression was not good. "Also, who was shouting to retreat just now?"

"It was me." Siani said.

"Don't try that, Terra." The adjutant looked at him unhappily. "It's time now, and you still want to play this trick? Come here, First Reserve, I know it was you who shouted."

Sevatar leaned over and said nothing. He thought he would be reprimanded, but the adjutant's next words did not contain any accusations. In fact, his voice was only calm.

Now that the fungal blanket was being affected by the black flames and the decay of the zombies finally devoured them, Moritz put back a combat dagger and took out a yellowed parchment roll from the small storage compartment of the belt on his waist.

"In the name of the first captain Van Cleef." He spoke slowly. "Sergeant Yago Sevitarion of the First Company is now appointed as the Captain of the First Company."

"I refuse." Sevitar answered Morets very quickly with a mixed expression of confusion and shock. "Van Cleef is still there--"

"--He is no longer there, and he will never be there. You have refused too many orders to be promoted. This is your punishment, First Reserve. No, Captain Sevitarion."

Moletz took a step back and bowed slightly: "Now, you can issue the order to retreat, and we will obey."

Sevitar stood there absent-mindedly, without saying a word. Siani patted his shoulder and suddenly said: "Do you know, Sai?"

The First Reserve looked at him blankly.

"From now on, no one will call you the First Reserve." Siani said with a smile, and the anger in his eyes could no longer be extinguished. "Give the order, Captain?"

Update completed, a total of 8K. In addition. Yes, the chapter number is wrong again.

I can't help it, why doesn't Writer's Assistant set a chapter number extension? It's really easy for me to get this wrong.

In addition: Death to Death 3 is really well written, everyone should go watch it, haha.