40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 586 104. Dark Expedition (Twenty-eight)

Hectus Calgio clenched his gun, then loosened it, and then clenched it again.

His fingers kept rubbing on the handle of this reliable weapon, making a tiny metal friction sound.

The sound of the surrounding flames should have covered up all the subtle sounds, but for the three people present, his hesitation was not a secret, and nothing could cover it up.

Even ‘Robert Guilliman’ noticed the slight abnormality under his calm appearance.

“Anyway——” He frowned, trying to lead the topic back to what he was most concerned about now. “——If you plan to shoot, then do it. But if you don’t plan to do it, then don’t stop me.”

He took a deep breath, turned around resolutely, and walked towards the city of Naros.

The thick smoke continued to spread, dyeing the sky above the city a terrible charred black. Seeing this, the young giant could not help but become more worried, and at the same time, his hatred for Yago Sevitarion also intensified.

He did not understand why someone could indiscriminately attack a group of innocent people when everything was not clear.

If the so-called empire was full of such people.

The terrible stench of the burning orc corpses was raging in the wind. Whether alive or dead, they were not a pleasant species, but the young giant did not care about it.

He just gritted his teeth in indignation and ran forward. A spinning bomb passed by his face at this moment, bringing a hot sting. Then, there was a gloomy rebuke.

"Stand where you are!"

'Robert Guilliman' turned around, looked at the man who was holding the gun firmly, and shook his head calmly.

"I said, aim for the head." He said word by word. "There is no other way to stop me, Astarte, can't you see this?"

"I don't know how long it took you to get here, but I think my existence should be a problem for you, so you are the one who came here to deal with the problem, and you have a certain responsibility on your shoulders. From this point of view, you should understand me."

He raised his right hand and pointed at Naros.

"I have a responsibility to them." Robert Guilliman said. "No matter how you look at me, this will not change. Suspicion, disgust, hatred. Whatever you want."

"I only know that I swore to protect them, and I will never break my promise."

Kalgio slowly put down the gun, his hand did not tremble, and he was still as steady as a rock.

The stability brought by countless trainings has helped him kill many enemies, and this time was no exception. The bomb was originally aimed at the head, but he slightly deviated from the wrist at the last moment.

He didn't know why he did this, he didn't understand, but he did it, just like now, he put down the gun.

Yago Sevitarion walked back from the pile of corpses at the right time.

"How interesting." He smiled deliberately, showing a mean look. "Are you persuaded by this fake, brother?"

The Son of Calth did not answer.

"He is not trustworthy. He stole the name and identity of a Primarch and claimed to be the king of this remote and wild world. Who knows what ambitions he has hidden? Quickly raise your gun, Calgior."

Sevatar lightly untied his gun from his belt, but did not point it at 'Robert Guilliman', but at the Son of Calth.

At the same time, the smile disappeared.

For some reason, the originally abundant air suddenly became thinner. Calgior even doubted whether he was at an altitude of 10,000 meters. He felt suffocated.

And his reason told him: No, you are still on the ground, you are standing here. The reason you feel suffocated is because Yago Sevitarion is harboring murderous intentions towards you.

He looked at the hero of the Empire in disbelief, looking at the indifferent, empty and pale face.

In those dark eyes, Calgio did not see any kindness. In fact, he did not even see any human emotion.

Behind those eyes was only cold murderous intent. This murderous intent did not belong to humans, but only to monsters, to a place full of darkness and no light.

Sevatar gently placed his index finger on the trigger.

"Raise your gun," he said calmly. "Otherwise you will die with him."

"Is this what you call an Imperial hero?"

Robert Guilliman exhaled angrily and spat out this sentence to Calgio, and then immediately turned to Sevatar.

"Listen, you monster-"

"- Bang!"

The mud splashed, and Sevatar slowly turned his neck, his eyes motionless at the young giant.

The latter clenched his fists, his expression was extremely ugly, and a deep pit had appeared under his feet, emitting wisps of green smoke.

"Be silent before I allow you." Sevatar said softly. "And always remember one thing: don't call me that word."

He turned to Calgio.

"I will not say it a third time, little brother. Hold your guns, or die with him. You better think if it's worth it, he may look exactly like Robouti Guilliman, but he is not your Primarch"

"Wait, what?"

"Did I ask you to speak?" Savita asked without looking back. "Or are you a talkative idiot who likes to insert himself into other people's conversations?"

"Are you trying to get attention with this? Ah, I think so. You like the feeling of being noticed, otherwise you wouldn't steal other people's names. Since you did such a thing, I shouldn't What to expect from you.”

"I didn't steal it!" growled the young giant.

"Do I look like someone who cares about this? You stole it, otherwise I wouldn't be here. I'm only in charge of judging. Do you understand?"

Savita chuckled nonchalantly, her laughter full of contempt, her eyes still fixed on Calgio.

The son of Calth looked back in silence. He didn't understand why Sevatar suddenly became like this, nor why he did such a thing.

But he believed in him.

Of course, the other person didn't think so.

The young giant roared again, his face twisted and full of anger.

"I didn't see any judge, I just saw an arrogant bastard who trampled on everything according to his own preferences!"

"Is this how you conduct your so-called trial? You let people kill innocent civilians, and you threaten to kill your companions with guns. Does your empire's laws clearly stipulate that you can do this kind of thing? "

Sevatar finally - or rather once again - looked at him.

"Macragge." He sighed softly and complained. "I really don't understand if he himself was like this for a while."

"never mind."

He shook his head and let go, letting the bolter fall straight to the ground. Such an inexplicable move was nothing more than a signal in Calgio's eyes.

From the beginning of this inexplicable confrontation until now, he had been staring into Sevatar's eyes, so he did not miss the blink and the secret pointing gesture.

The son of Calth roared and turned around. Explosive bombs poured into the air like raindrops, stirring up countless blood flowers and making a monster appear.

It was hit without any defense, but it did not show any pain. The stiff and bloody hands were still grabbing at Calgio.

The Sons of Calth saw what it looked like clearly, and the question arose: What was it?

Instinctively, he began to observe and analyze.

This monster that had the ability to lurk around them wore a crude iron armor that didn't fit well. It was about four meters tall and had an extremely weird figure.

His limbs are too slender, and the remaining unmelted skin has been stretched to the limit, which means that its limbs may have been forced into this appearance by some means.

Its muscles were twisted, and the bones bulged strangely beneath it, pushing up against the bloody skin, making everything look disgusting.

But what is really eye-catching is the huge sarcoma on its chest. At first glance, it seems to be just a kind of proliferative tissue, but Calgio's instinct as the son of Guilliman allowed him to see more. detail.

He discovered that the tumor had teeth, eyes and hair.

White teeth, blue eyes, golden hair.

Suddenly his hair stood on end.

The next second, a chain saw halberd passed through his chest, and this cruel weapon began to perform the art of slaughter with extreme precision.

The person holding it must have killed countless of its kind, otherwise it would be impossible to use the chain saw to dissect a humanoid creature whose muscles and bones had begun to twist.

In just two seconds, the monster turned into a steaming mixture of minced meat and bones, but its torso was preserved and was being picked up in the air by the chain halberd.

At the same time, the complete appearance of the sarcoma also appeared in front of Calgio, and he could clearly see a face with a look of pain on its center.

A face that belonged to Robert Guilliman.

"This Dominion?" The third person present spit out a name in confusion.

Sevatar calmly swung the chain halberd, throwing the fleshy tumor to his feet, and then disappeared into nothingness again. Calgio wanted to say something, but he heard a neighing sound.

The sky suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously looked up and saw countless dark birds. They were densely packed, covering the entire sky as far as the eye could see, and then screamed in unison.

In the huge scream that almost destroyed Calgio's hearing, he subconsciously raised a question: Where did they appear from?

This question was completely answered in just one second after its birth: from the clouds.

In other words, they are clouds.

No, no, they are the sky itself. This group of birds running around for unknown reasons are gradually revealing the truth about the canvas of the sky, as if the black oil was shoveled off by the painter himself with a knife

The original painting, the terrifying painting called The True Face of the Sky, was slowly revealed.

Calgio saw a tower, a shining silver spire. It spread from nowhere and was huge enough to occupy the entire sky.

Cascades of lightning surround it, making it look like it's in the center of a storm. And at the top of the tower, there was an eye suspended, a sharp animal pupil. It's staring here with interest

In other words, staring at the young giant standing not far from Calgio.

"Domien?" He knelt on the ground and muttered to himself.

He ignored the face that was still trying to breathe, and instead walked into the pile of minced meat and found the knight's head.

Blood stained his hands red, and although they seemed normal, Calgio saw small maggot-like things wriggling in them.

He raised his gun and shot, turning the head into ash and exploded fragments. Blood splashed all over the young giant's face, but he could no longer see any anger. From the slowly raised face, Calgio saw only one emotion.

Regret.

Calgio turned his face away, unwilling to face this familiar expression. The Primarch had shown this emotion when he first met the real Robert Guilliman through the holographic projection.

It had been a hundred centuries and ten thousand years, but the Lord of Macragge still regretted the tragedy that happened on Calth.

He attributed every bloody incident, every sacrifice, and every bit of suffering that happened on Calth to himself. At that time, his expression was exactly the same as the giant who was kneeling in the pool of blood at this moment.

A sudden throbbing occurred in Calgio's heart. Something from the depths of his genes affected him through a connection that he could not understand yet and might never understand.

At this moment, he saw a roaring furnace and a giant with his back to him. There was a cloak of starlight behind him.

A calm female voice he had never heard before whispered to him at this moment.

"Robert always makes mistakes, kid, but he will always correct them."

Who? Who is speaking?

This time, his question was not answered. Another voice woke him up from his meditation. That voice belonged to Sheher Coldsoul.

Cold, furious, and with a blade-like chill.

"Where the fuck is Yago Sevitarion-?!"

Calgio turned around and saw the Supreme Grand Master of the Blade of Judgment standing in front of him with blood all over his body.

The armor was mottled and full of holes, and electric sparks were constantly jumping on the surface and joints. In his left hand, he held a smoking corpse, still with obvious bird features.

The Son of Calth was silent for a moment, then pointed to the sky.

"This damn bastard!" Sheher roared in anger. "I'm going to report this to the Primarch!"

But your Primarch is not

Looking at the angry Supreme Grand Master, Calgio didn't say anything after all, but just clenched the gun in his hand.

He knew in his heart that no matter how many conspiracies were hidden behind the current situation, and no matter how the situation came to this point, he didn't need to think too much.

He only needed to know one thing.

The war has come.