40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 60 60. Great Purge (6)

Ferrus Manus originally thought he would see the following two scenes.

Rogal Dorn and their father argued quietly, or their father stood aside while Rogal Dorn kept asking questions.

However, Iron Hand never expected that he would see this scene.

Rogal Dorn was standing calmly outside the door of their father's study.

What's happening here?

Ferus stopped and his boots collided with the ground, making a distinct sound.

‘Pan Rock’ turned around calmly and nodded slightly towards Ferus, taking it as a greeting.

"What's going on?" Ferus asked with a frown.

"Can't get in," Rogal Dorn replied calmly. "Father locked the door."

".I remember that the door to the study room didn't have a lock."

Dawn shook her head and answered in a calm voice. "It does now - at least the Custodes behind the door have warned me many times not to go in."

Gorgon was silent for a moment, and anger suddenly appeared on his face.

"warn?"

"They are just my father's guards, we are my father's sons! Constantine Waldo has never spoken to you like this - warning?! Wait for me here, Rogge!"

".What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get my hammer."

Ferus narrowed his eyes dangerously and answered calmly.

"Who knows if my father is really inside? Who knows if he gave this order? If it was really his father who gave it, why didn't he tell us the reason? Even Conrad refused to tell us?"

"and"

He looked at the exquisite gilded and carved door with hidden anger, and slowly shook his head. "...Not even able to meet once?"

"...You are making a rather dangerous accusation." Dorn said after being silent for a while.

"This is dangerous enough in itself, Rogge! Is there anything on Nostramo that would make the Custodes fully armed?"

"A gang, or a noble? They can't even build an orbital defense system. A few Storm Eagles can turn their gloomy palace into ruins!"

Ferrus Manus clenched his fists and stopped talking. Dorn's expression became extremely serious, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Your reasoning is going in an extreme direction, Ferus"

"The Imperial Guards are my father's personal guards. Their arrogance most of the time is justified and can be forgiven. Each of them is absolutely loyal to their father. Your accusations without evidence may cause some unnecessary trouble. ”

"As a son, is it wrong to go see your father?"

Ferus raised his hand and pointed to the door. "Tell me, Rogge, why is this door blocking us? If father doesn't want to see us, he can just say so directly! Instead of letting the Forbidden Army be his mouthpiece!"

"Don't be like this, Ferus. They just asked me to wait - in fact, the wording of the warning was very mild. According to what they said, my father is now."

Dawn frowned, rarely knowing how to proceed.

Ferus stared at him and waited for a moment before he came to the second half of this sentence. His anger had been extinguished by Rogal Dorn's words.

".At war." Rogal Dorn said blankly.

".Fight? With whom?"

"I don't know either."

Rogal Dorn shook his head slowly, looked at the door again, and murmured in a low voice.

"And that's the problem."

——

The stone slabs shattered and the shattered ground shattered as the two giants fought. The wind howled, the raindrops shattered, and the stone screamed beneath their feet.

Constantine Valdo swings his sword as fast as lightning, and his attacks are even more ruthless, as fast and continuous as a storm.

His opponent was bare-handed and didn't even have armor, but he was able to fight him back and forth.

Not only did he dodge all of Constantine's attacks, he even found time to use his scarlet fist to leave a harmless but humiliating mark on his armor.

"Illusion." Khalil scoffed. "You are insulting the name of Constantine Waldo."

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army was indifferent to this. He still waved his sword calmly, and his offensive was airtight.

Before receiving this order, he already knew the power of Khalil Lohars. The latter easily knocked down one of the Primarchs, Lorgar Aurelion. Even though Lorgar Aurelion was obviously not good at fighting, he was still a Primarch.

In other words, Constantine knew what he was dealing with.

But he still followed his oath and accepted his master's order. Even when he was ordered not to carry the Spear of the Sun, he accepted it calmly and almost indifferently.

It's just a fight - as for who the target is, what's the problem?

He doesn't pick his opponents, and war never gives you the chance to pick your opponents. Therefore, Constantine had no complaints about this.

He just fights.

But his opponent didn't think so.

Khalil clenched his right fist, a cold blue light flashed in his eyes, the air began to boil, and a slight and mysterious terrifying sound began to beat in his hand.

"Last chance, Vision," Khalil declared in a low voice. "Show me your true self and stop insulting the people I know."

"Otherwise? What would you do?"

Constantine retreated calmly, holding his sword in both hands and holding it cautiously. "Are you going to kill me?"

Khalil smiled, and the crackling sound began to grow louder as the rain streaked across his face. Anger boiled in his eyes, and the blood-colored brilliance flashed away.

The lightning flashed away - Constantine Waldo's eyes suddenly widened, and a strange whine came from his armor. The sound almost destroyed his sanity.

Metal twisted and shattered debris flew past his eyes. At this moment, it seemed as if a galloping storm roared past, knocking him high into the air.

In a few seconds, he fell heavily to the ground, ringing in his ears and pain. Constantine shook his head, and some medicine in the armor began to be injected rapidly. The blood in his eyes disappeared, and his hearing returned to normal again.

"Should we fire?"

Someone asked coldly in the communication channel. There was no need for them to communicate with each other. Waldo only needed some slight movements to make the Forbidden Army understand his thoughts, but not now.

"He has gone crazy, Commander." The man said in a low voice, as if announcing.

".No."

Swallowing the sweet taste in his throat, Constantine reluctantly got up.

The previous attack turned out to be just a test, no, maybe not even a test - he thought.

This one real attack had almost destroyed the previously proud stability of his hands. The self-confidence of a martial arts master was shattered to pieces, but Constantine did not put down his sword.

With a willpower, he once again pointed the tip of his sword at the giant in the rain.

"Wake up and see the world before you, Khalil Lohars."

Constantine said in a low voice. "Don't be fooled"

Khalil shook his head, frowned, swayed in the rain, and ignored Constantine's words.

"You have to wake up."

Constantine repeated firmly. "Resist it, Khalil Loharth. Our Lord placed great trust in you, and you made a promise you would not break."

He gripped the blade with his trembling right hand and took off his helmet with his left hand.

The surrounding ruins burned with flames, the mechanical parts of his helmet hissed, and a face completely indifferent to pain emerged after a moment.

Rain slides down.

He dropped his helmet.

"Don't give up." Constantine held the sword in both hands again. "Think of Konrad Coates"

"How dare you mention his name in front of me!"

The name Konrad Coates seemed to turn on a certain switch. The giant who seemed a little confused at first was distorted by unprecedented fury at this moment. It was primitive and pure, shaped like some kind of terrible death.

"You've already done him a terrible job - that damn talent, that so-called prophetic ability - I've already driven you away once, and I don't mind doing it again, or a thousand times!"

Khalil gritted his teeth, rattling, and extreme fury bloomed unreservedly on his once calm face.

He roared angrily, and his voice echoed in the narrow streets, passed through the corpses, passed through the smoking wreckage of the sentinels, passed through the burning ruins, and finally reached the ears of the Marshal of the Imperial Guard and every Imperial Guard. .

It was not a human voice.

It was a howl - a howl from ancient times, containing nothing but anger, hatred and hate.

Constantine stood silently, prepared to face death.

He knew very well that he would not be able to block the next blow. He was the leader of the Custodes and had the power to dominate the crowd. However, these things could not even help him defeat Lorgar Aurelion. Not to mention Khalil Lohars.

But he didn't care about that.

There was only calm on the face of the Forbidden Army Marshal that was soaked by the rain. The breath of blood and fire came, but his mood was unprecedentedly calm.

If this is the path you have chosen for me, my lord.

Then, I'll accept it.

Yes, he will accept it, but the other person will not.

+Constantine. +

A voice came from the other side of the curtain, reached his ears, and exploded like thunder.

The manic rain stopped for a moment, and the flow of time slowed down. Blood began to ooze from the mouth, ears, eyes and nose of the Forbidden Marshal. His eyes widened and he suddenly dropped the power sword in his hand.

The giant whose face was distorted by rage was rushing towards him, but Constantine's movements were faster than ever before - he had never been so fast in his life, never so fast that even he could not understand.

A spear appeared in his hand.

But not the one he was familiar with.

This one was like the light from the sky, the spear blade was burning purely, it was terrifyingly hot.

+Hold it. +

Yes, my lord.

The unconscious Marshal of the Forbidden Army suddenly tightened his grip on the weapon that did not belong to him.

+thorn. +

Yes, my lord.

Sneak attack!