40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 557 75. Dark Crusade (Nine, Guilliman’s Eldar Advisor)

Janus Adeas - Captain of the 3rd Company of the Ultramarines Chapter 'The Bane of the Alien' - Robert Guilliman's personal adviser on the aliens walked into the twenty-fifth deck fully armed. outside the 'cell'.

Here is a section of iron-gray corridor, the opening of which is surrounded by the victorious army. In essence, it's not noteworthy; the cell itself is where the action is about to take place.

That cell was very special. It had neither iron bars nor any of the common 'protective measures' in cells. It was just painted completely pure white with a special paint. And now, there are five aliens waiting inside.

Janus received the information in advance. Judging from the image transmission data when they boarded the ship, these five aliens probably came from a certain Arkworld or a branch of some strange forces. In short, they were not those Worst kind.

Janus has been killing aliens for so many years and already knows a lot about most of the aliens in the galaxy. Not to mention the bugs and greenskins he is most familiar with, he has also dealt with heavy iron skeletons like the Necrons many times. , knowing that they have differences such as dynasties.

But the Eldar are a different matter. They range from pirates to primitive tribes of animal-riding people who live on some remote world. Each one is so different from one another that it cannot be accurately understood or classified. It is almost like

Humanity.

Janus pushed the thought from his mind and walked towards his primarch.

Robert Guilliman had probably been waiting for a long time. He lowered his head and held a book in his hand. The buttons of his blue and gold uniform were buttoned up to his neck, and a short sword hung on his waist.

It is not a ceremonial sword, and the heavy and simple scabbard reveals the nature of the weapon to a certain extent.

"Primarch." Janus greeted in a low voice.

He received a tap on the shoulder and a brief remark: "The Eldar language is troublesome."

Janus agreed with his primarch - the Eldar language was troublesome indeed. Unlike humans, the Ada's language is extremely complex. It was probably never considered to be easy to understand when it was designed, or perhaps it was easy enough for Adas to understand.

It is not a simple language. Changes in facial features, posture and even a little gesture will change the words and sentences. What is even more annoying is that every word in this language will have different meanings on different occasions.

For ordinary people, it is almost impossible to learn this language. And Janus is an Astartes, so he roughly knows a few hundred words of Eldar.

Of course, he usually only uses a few of them, such as surrender, I will crush your soul stone, etc.

"Indeed, my lord, but we-" Janus raised his right hand and made a gesture. "——What step are you in now?"

"What step?"

"Has the torture begun?" Janus asked. "I hope the interrogation has already begun, otherwise why would you have called me here?"

Guilliman looked down at his alien advisor and suddenly sighed: "Listen, Janus, I called you because of your knowledge of aliens. I never said I wanted you to torture or torture. they."

"Does that mean you want me to kill them?" Janus asked half-jokingly. "Just like before, my lord?"

Guilliman did not answer his words, but he did not deny them either. He just took a step forward, not knowing exactly what he did, but a door suddenly appeared on the iron-gray wall in front of them.

The original body stretched out his hand to push it away, and a chill mixed with the smell of ashes wafted out. He entered first, followed closely by Janus.

Five Aida stood inside, slightly surprised by their arrival. A man in a cloak stood not far away, leaning against the wall with an expressionless face.

If Janus hadn't already known him, he would probably have thought of him as the alien inquisitor of the Inquisition - that common indifference and indifference was simply a calling card.

"Let's begin," Guilliman said calmly. His words made the Eldar make eye contact with each other for a moment, and then one of the males among them spoke: "With all due respect, son of the Emperor of Mankind, but -"

Its tone was very humble, without their trademark arrogance, but it still made Janus feel angry out of thin air. He instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist and pressed it until it creaked with Guilliman's acquiescence.

The Eldar who spoke frowned and stopped. Janus was surprised to find that it still didn't reveal its true nature, and even looked aside as if asking for help.

"He is the owner of this ship." said the person it sought help from.

The Eldar was silent for a moment, seeming to grit its teeth.

Janus was not sure whether this was a sign of hesitation or resistance. If he had been in another place, he would have regarded it as the latter, then he would have drawn his sword and rushed forward to separate its head from its body. However, this was not the right place, so he held back.

The Eldar spoke slowly.

"Since this is your wish, we will know everything, but I must warn you in advance, and you." It turned to Guilliman again, its eyes worried. "I can't guarantee whether this will have an impact on the prophecy."

Alien lies. Janus thought.

"Go on," Guilliman said, seemingly unmoved.

Then Aida spoke again, and in her beautiful voice she babbled a bunch of nonsense, most of which revolved around a faction and two names.

The faction was as difficult and strange as any other Eldar word, but the alien had actually translated it. It used a High Gothic compound word to translate them, calling them the Death Army, the army of the God of Death.

Then there were the two names, one was Evelene, and the other was Eldrad Uslan, the former was their leader, and the latter was their prophet.

Janus had never heard of these two names, but he did know what a prophet was - if the Eldar were annoying enough, then the prophet was the most annoying of them all.

Or rather, all self-righteous prophets were annoying.

"We are here to help," Aida said to Guilliman respectfully. "The prophet Eldrad saw in his dream the horrific evil that was about to come, and Chaos was eroding your territory."

"This time is different from the past. They have found a new way to destroy your world. There is no excessive killing, no decadent joy, no rotten disease, and no mind trapped in deception, only one person after another shouting your name."

"In the end, they will fall into darkness, along with you. That's why we came here to stop your fleet. Please believe that we are here only to fight against Chaos - in front of them, no matter how real the hatred between humans and the Eldar was, it should be temporarily forgotten."

Very convincing words, even Janus had to admit this, but he still noticed another thing: although this Aida said it in a high-sounding manner, its words did not reveal any specific information at all.

From beginning to end, the only concrete thing in its words was the so-called Death Army, which was not sure whether it was true or false, and two names that were probably made up.

Janus knew that he was very suspicious and extreme now, but this kind of thing was not without precedent. Moreover, his suspicion and extremeness came from their betrayal and deception again and again.

He looked up at his Primarch.

Robert Guilliman nodded slightly to him and said, "What do you think, my advisor?"

"I don't think they are trustworthy." Janus said rudely, his voice sounded almost like a roar.

"What's the reason?"

"Any so-called prophet - even the street jugglers can say a few words similar to those riddles, not to mention that the Eldar are not trustworthy."

Under the gaze of the Aidas, Robert Guilliman laughed. He looked at them and said, "You all heard what my advisor said. He thinks you are not trustworthy."

"Your advisor is very extreme and has misunderstood us." The Aida who has been in charge of communication answered neither servilely nor arrogantly.

"What is extreme? What is misunderstanding?" Guilliman asked gently.

"Are the people who kidnapped my people and used them as slaves and toys not your own people? Or do you want to tell me that those Aida who rushed into the city, slaughtered women and children, and slaughtered unarmed people for fun have nothing to do with you?"

Aida frowned and finally showed a little anxiety: "But you are a wise man, you should know how much hatred between races -"

"-Yes, I know." Guilliman said calmly. "I know that humans also enjoy murdering you, and I know that some radical people will open fire on any Eldar they see, but I don't care about these things. I am also human."

"I ignore their atrocities, just as you ignore the crimes committed by your own people against my people. Your words of coming to help are ridiculous and ridiculous. Help? From beginning to end, you have not revealed any useful information."

"I didn't hear the name of the place, I didn't hear the plan of Chaos, not even a specious speculation. You mentioned "horrible evil deeds", and I want to tell you that in the past ten thousand years, Chaos has committed horrible evil deeds against humans every day. And you, you are the same."

The Primarch took a step forward with hidden anger, his eyes bright, and the knocking sound in the forge began to echo in this pure white room.

"So tell me." He spoke softly, asking with murderous intent in the low roar coming from his chest. "Why do you think I will let go of my hatred because of these few words?"

After a brief silence, the Eldar chose to surrender.

——

Robert Guilliman clenched his fist, then loosened it, then clenched it again.

Blood flowed from his fingers, and there were corpses all around him. Green-skinned beasts, villagers holding simple weapons such as wooden spears

Just from the comparison of the dead, this cannot be called an evenly matched battle.

Those greenskins are tall and strong, but most of the humans are extremely thin. The greenskins have iron weapons and armor, while the weapons of the humans are so simple that they are unbearable to look at.

But this is the best that Robert Guilliman can do in just three days.

He has no time to mine iron ore, smelt steel, and forge weapons. He also has no time to train these people who are still hungry and give them a basic understanding of fighting.

The greenskins came too fast. He had just finished building the traps and the so-called walls when they found them.

Then came war, or one-sided slaughter - Guilliman could kill these powerful beasts with ease, and tear them apart even if they surrounded him.

But what about others?

Others cannot face these monsters.

Armed with weapons, they followed Guilliman, gaining false courage. They were inspired by his speeches to defend their homeland, and then died here in a very unceremonious manner.

No ability to resist.

Guilliman slowly stood up, his body covered in blood and his robes torn. He turned around and saw the few villagers who had survived standing behind him numbly and sluggishly.

They didn't know what victory was, they only knew that they had survived, so they instinctively found him to get new orders.

Guilliman did not give them any orders. He just walked past them, past the traps full of corpses, past the smashed and chopped low city walls, and returned to the village.

He saw a group of dead children.

He clenched his fists again.

He survived, after killing probably hundreds of greenskins with his bare hands. He stopped their large army outside the village and town with one person, and then killed them all with one person.

However, he is not a god, nor is he the so-called son of god. He cannot take care of others in this kind of battle.

Some of the fish that escaped the net rushed past him, some of them were trapped and killed, and the rest were blocked by the wooden city wall. The refugees poked their eyes with spears from behind, but they could only get aroused excitement. Fierce nature.

Guilliman walked slowly along the city wall, taking in all the details. He even deduced where the crude defense line began to collapse.

A long silence, a long wandering. The living people numbly returned to their homes to cook dinner. This is how people are. No matter what they have experienced, living is their instinct.

The aroma of food awoke Guilliman from his thoughts, and it was only then that he realized what kind of hell he was in.

He looked down at the ground and found that even the soil was wet with blood. He squatted down and touched the soil with his hands, but suddenly there was a stinging pain in his mind. Then he knew instinctively that the greenskins would come back.

I can't stay here anymore.

He stood up and wanted to warn those who were alive, but he didn't know how to speak. A burst of hunger surged into his heart at this moment, making him salivate involuntarily.

He looked around at the corpses. They were not green-skinned, but human. He looked at the open chests and abdomen, scattered limbs and looming white bones, and his hunger began to spread rapidly.

He clenched his fists.

No.

Robert Guilliman gritted his teeth, turned and left, disappearing into the night.

He will be back at daybreak.

A pitch-black bird landed among the corpses nine minutes after he left. It picked from left to right, pecked out nine eyes with its long, hard beak, raised its head and swallowed the corpse into its belly, and then jumped around. The land entered the villages and towns.

It’s time to add some unexpected twists to the fun. it thought with amusement.