40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 498 16. The idol is broken and the dead are resurrected (1)

Horst stood motionless against the wall. His breathing was soft and long, making it difficult to detect.

The blazing firelight reflected in his dark pupils, naturally showing a doomsday scene. The screams continued, echoing clearly in the night illuminated by the fire.

The pastor seemed indifferent to this, not even blinking, as if he had completely lost all emotional responses. He stayed under the wall that was about to collapse, with his hands folded in his wide sleeves, ignoring the noise around him.

He has almost become a sculpture, an inanimate being, part of the scene, without any other meaning. He is just a natural phenomenon.

A few seconds later, a dog-shaped beast rushed out of the fire with a severed hand in its mouth.

It looked extremely excited, the wet skin on its forehead was twisted and wrinkled, its four eyes flashed ferociously as if it were flowing lava, and dark saliva kept dripping from its mouth.

It was probably eager to start eating, but as soon as it broke out of the flames, it released its clenched mouth and let its severed hand touch the ground.

It's just a little short of being able to really taste the taste of real flesh and blood.

A flash of silver light flashed past, and a sharp blade pierced its head without hesitation, nailing it to the ground.

The creature grunted strangely, its limbs twitching on its bony body. Scarlet liquid that was so viscous that it didn't look like blood quickly gushes out from the penetrating wound, dripping onto the ground and beginning to corrode the stone pavement.

They continued their master's desire and began to flock towards the severed hand under the influence of natural laws. At the critical moment, it was another pale hand that picked it up.

Horst stared at the hand coldly and remained silent.

It had been torn off by force, and the blood-stained gray uniform sleeve was still on the arm. It had been corroded by the blood and the beast's saliva. Fortunately, the uniform armband was not involved in the lower part of the mouth.

Through the armband, the priest was able to know where the owner of this hand came from.

Then the sculpture became a living person, a living person full of anger.

"The defensive forces have begun to fight them." He spoke softly, and his voice escaped in the wind and accurately reached the ears of Tujia who was walking from behind him.

The investigator walked slowly because he was carrying a pale man on his shoulders. His right foot was a bloody mess, and if it hadn't been for Tujia's support, he might not have been able to walk at all.

"How is the battle going?" Tujia asked.

"I'm afraid it didn't go well."

Horst said. He bent down and pulled out his knife. There was no trace of blood on the flat blade, as if no killing had ever been performed.

Tujia frowned. He understood that Horst's words were correct. If the battle went smoothly and the garrison troops could gain the upper hand, the streets and alleys would not be completely enveloped in the blasphemous flames.

He couldn't help but start thinking about how he should act next.

For him, what happened tonight has begun to become too bizarre. If being with the innocent souls is still within the acceptable range of Tujia's reason, then the wave of innocent souls that fills the entire sky is another level. Plant something.

And that name, Erebus.

Tujia was very sure that he had never heard of this name, but for some reason, a huge hatred suddenly arose in his heart the first second he heard it.

This thing is simply weird. No one would hate someone they don't know at all. This is completely unreasonable.

"Get ready," the priest said.

He interrupted Tujia's thinking with a sudden sentence, and this was not the first time.

Tujia didn't ask why, because he knew it would be useless. About two seconds later, Horst used his actions to answer Tujia's unasked question.

He raised his hands and swung the sharp blade in advance like a prophet. Two little monsters with ragged wings rushed out of the flames. They spread their claws like hunting birds of prey and glided over ferociously.

If Horst had not raised the blades in advance, he might have been blinded by now, but he raised them up, and the two monsters became the victims.

Their gleaming claws were accurately cut off by two knives, split in two from the middle, and no one of the four claws of the two monsters was spared.

They immediately screamed, spraying blood from the sparks caused by the collision of their claws and blades, and their ragged wings began to flap faster, trying to get away from here.

Tujia did not give them this chance. He raised his gun, and the Catahan MK3's projectiles penetrated their bodies, causing them to fall to the ground immediately.

At this moment, the man with a pale face and injured legs and feet just shouted out with fear: "The God Emperor is here!"

"The God-Emperor does not like cowards," the priest said coldly.

His words came true, but what killed the man was not the wrath of the God Emperor, but a slender bone nail that shot out of the flames at the entrance of the alley.

It grazed Tujia's cheek, and in his pain, it completely penetrated into the man's forehead, completely cutting off his life.

Tujia raised his gun towards the alley with an ugly face and began to pull the trigger continuously.

The innocent souls were still helping him, and the flames failed to obscure his vision at all. Ten bullets vibrated the air at high speed, spinning and flying into the flames. A scream came, and then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"You're getting better and better," Horst said. "This is an ability that requires training, Tujia."

Tujea glanced at him and saw that the priest was smiling.

He didn't like the meaning behind the smile, so he knelt down without saying a word and closed the man's eyes.

He was the only survivor they saved on their way back from the third area to the second area. The demons spread so fast that most of the hive residents were thrown to the ground and devoured by them before they even left the carnival state. Empty.

For no reason, Tujia thought of that question again.

How many people will die this time?

The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, as if he was suffering from some disease. The investigator stood up silently, turned out of the magazine, poured out the cartridge cases, and began to replace the bullets.

He did this very quickly, using the index finger and thumb of his left hand to control the bullet, and the thumb of his right hand to rotate the magazine. With each rotation, the left hand loosens slightly, and a bullet naturally slides into the magazine specially designed for them.

In just two seconds, he loaded all twelve bullets into the magazine.

It seems useful, but it is actually a fancy and impractical technique. Not many people will actually use it in actual combat. As long as the hands shake a little, the bullet will not fit into the magazine. Tujia may be The first person to use it in actual combat

Horst walked out of the alley without a word, Tujia following closely behind. In this way, they returned to the streets of District 2. As expected, the place had become an indescribable hell.

Flames, demons, blood dripping, and bloody corpses can easily be imagined with just a few keywords.

Looking at this hell, Tujia felt that he was hit by some indescribable feeling. His heartbeat began to speed up, his face naturally twisted, his blood vessels bulged, and his eyes bulged as if To fall out of eyes.

He began to swallow the air that smelled of sulfur and blood, and hunched over while having difficulty breathing. A burst of cold fury seized his mind, forcing an unparalleled manic impulse to arise in his heart.

At the critical moment, it was Horst who thrust a knife into his hand.

"Keep calm," the priest said calmly. "I know this is hard, but you have the help of tools now. Take a deep breath and calm down. The difference between humans and beasts is that we can use tools to help ourselves. Don't let yourself become a beast, Tujia."

The investigator nodded wordlessly, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he couldn't speak. The muscles in his throat were still tense, and he could barely make any sound.

At that moment, his body surpassed the limitations of his brain and turned into a crazy machine with full power, eager to kill. The things flowing in his blood vessels seemed to have changed from blood to something taken from an extremely cold place. The ice was so cold that even his consciousness began to blur.

If Horst hadn't forced the knife into his hand, he might have lost consciousness and only had instincts left.

But this knife

Tujia moved his left hand in disbelief and felt a warm and endless heat. It drove away the cold, blocked out the rage, and allowed him to stay clear and sane. But isn't this a knife? How could a weapon do such a thing?

"What is this?" Tujia asked with difficulty.

Horst did not answer, but just raised his free left hand and pointed to a Gothic spire not far away, which was the bell tower of the chapel.

"Get ready," he said.

Tujaa had never heard him speak in such a tone.

——

Caiul Sahora stepped onto the boarding deck of the Night Soul with a serious face. His feet had just touched the ground when a faint murmur began to emerge in the surrounding darkness.

The fog was deep, the lights were dim, and there were shadows in all directions, but no one spoke. This should have been a terrifying sight, but Caiul was completely unmoved.

He understood that the murmurs were just the Night Soul welcoming him, and as for the fog and faint lights.

For an old ship that has been in service for more than 10,000 years, it is natural that some of its equipment is in disrepair. Even if the fog is cold enough to freeze the ground, it is still a natural phenomenon.

"Chapter Commander." Someone called in the darkness. "You are finally back."

"I'm sorry that I wasted a little time." Kaiul said as he turned aside and let an Astartes who was standing behind him come out.

The man wore iron-gray armor, with many words engraved on his left shoulder plate. A long mark of purity extended from the neck guard and wrapped around the front of his breastplate. A drop of golden blood was engraved on his right shoulder armor with a color relief method, with a white background and red edges, which looked very solemn.

"In addition, Sergeant Ulmit and his team from the Last Sons Chapter will join us."

Astartes, known as Sergeant Ulmit, silently raised his right fist and lightly hammered his chest.

With a dull sound, the transport plane that followed their shuttle to the boarding deck also lowered its hatch, and a total of sixty fully armed giants wearing iron-gray armor slowly walked out.

Darkness surged, and the Shadow Knights left the darkness and began to lead their cousins ​​to other decks, and there was a great understanding between them. Only Caiul and Urmit remained where they were.

"You have to be mentally prepared, Sergeant." Kaiour said seriously.

"We are always prepared, Lord Caiul." the sergeant replied calmly.

He raised his hands and took off his helmet, a drop of golden blood shining on his brow. Caiul glanced at it, then hurriedly looked away, feeling the urge to sigh.

"Then, please wait a moment."

He said this, but suddenly changed the language, and a hissing language was spoken softly by him. A cold, thick fog drifted in from the darkness, completely covering them, and the surrounding scenery began to blur.

The sergeant frowned and whispered: "I thought what you said last time was just a joke."

"I never joke, Sergeant," Kaiour said. "The Night Soul is haunted, and has been for at least thousands of years."

Ulmit was speechless and could only nodded silently.

I don't know how long it took, but in the extreme cold, the fog gradually dissipated, and they appeared in a dark corridor.

A huge door that had been reinforced many times and became extremely thick stood quietly in front of them. It was wrapped with many iron chains that were about to be broken, and only a few parts remained intact.

Caiul stepped forward and pressed his left hand against the door.

In an instant, the flames lit up, and a gust of wind blew through the corridor. The iron chains began to tremble violently, and their charred shells fell down, forming dust hanging upside down. The true appearance underneath was also exposed, extremely scarlet, beating like a blood vessel.

Ulmit felt a dryness in his throat, and he even couldn't help but take a step back - the Son of the End has always had a very close relationship with the Midnight Blade and various sub-groups. He had heard a lot of rumors, but he didn't expect it. , the truth of the matter is really so weird.

The sergeant shook his head violently, hastily dispelling the disrespectful thought. Caiul didn't care about his behavior and just pushed the door open with force. Amidst the hoarse sound of the mechanical structure being overwhelmed, a man with his head lowered and bound by iron chains appeared in front of them.

"Come with me," Caiul whispered.

Following him, the sergeant entered in awe.