40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 119 22. Burning Out ([-])

Guilliman frowned slowly and gravely.

"Did he say that?" the Primarch asked the man on the other end of the comm channel, subduing certain emotions with his preternatural calm. "Are you sure, Second Company Commander?"

"I'm sure." Milo's voice came from the other end. "I have ordered all brothers of the [-]nd Company restrained, Primarch, we are not acting in our style."

"You once said that Instructor Kalil is trustworthy. I don't know the proportion of this trust, but I don't think he will be a person without a target, so I followed his advice and sent him to the school immediately. This matter was reported to you."

Robert Guilliman rubbed the space between his brows, feeling sincerely grateful for Miro's slightly stubborn character.

Holding a communication device that didn't fit his figure, he was very cautious, and gestured to the communicator on the bridge to signal him to leave temporarily.

When this was done, Guilliman propped his hands on a cold iron table on the bridge of Macragge's Glory.His eyes swept over the emblems, cables, joysticks and buttons inlaid with ivory, and finally, he raised his head and looked at the vacuum outside the porthole, as if he had a premonition.

"The Primarch?" the Second Company Commander asked over there. "What are your instructions?"

Guilliman didn't answer.

A burst of intense glare shone on Robert Guilliman's face. He stood upright, staring at the swirl-like brilliance that was becoming more and more intense, without saying a word.

There was commotion on the bridge in his ear, and Guilliman calmly raised his left hand and made a gesture to make all these sounds disappear.He stood still, and after 3 minutes, he spoke to the second company commander on the other side of the communication channel.

"Get out," he said quietly. "Stay away from that plain, and no one is allowed to approach until I give the order. Air power is the same, changing the course of the airship transporting supplies, starting martial law, and letting all residents in the city closest to the plain stay at home."

"Understood, Primarch."

After the communication was hung up, Guilliman gently placed the communication device on the table.Twelve minutes earlier there had been a crash on Nuceria.It caused the Ultramarines' communication system to be severely damaged.

This is why Robert Guilliman would communicate with his second company commander with such an embarrassing instrument for him - if it weren't for the continuous efforts of the communicator in charge of this channel, he might not be able to communicate with the ground now communicate.

"Primarch." Marius Gage stepped forward. "It's confirmed, it's a—"

His voice was interrupted by the intense light, the intense light that can make ordinary people lose their eyesight was fleeting, and a huge ship appeared not far away in the dark vacuum.

The hull is huge, and the Imperial Skyhawk and iron-gray armor complement each other peacefully shining on the back half of it, and the logo of the war hound rests quietly on the side of the ship.

But that's not the case for the first half.The barbaric and cruel bloody decorations are clearly visible in the front half, huge claws almost the size of a small frigate are waiting hungry at both ends of the hull, a bloody symbol is dimly displayed on the front half of the figurehead flashing.

Guilliman turned his head sharply, eyes so determined that Gage was speechless.

"- Listen to my order, all crew members immediately evacuate the deck and return to their own rooms to wait. Close all the portholes on the ship, Marius, and notify the first company, the third company, the fourth company and the fifth company to prepare Get ready. Captain, tell the battery they're allowed to use deadly force."

"But, Primarch—"

"—I can't explain this to you now, Gage," Robert Guilliman said to his First Chapter Master with unprecedented gloom. "Where's my brother?"

".Still waiting in your study."

"Very well, I'll go find him, you wait here, I'll be back soon."

"As you order, Primarch."

Guilliman hurried away, Gage stared at his back, and began to recall the look on his Primarch's expression when he said every word just now - he soon realized that in Robert Guilliman's gloomy solemnity, In fact, there is another emotion brewing.

Another emotion Marius Gage was reluctant to acknowledge.

Are you afraid, Primarch?He looked at the distant figure in disbelief, asking himself this question.
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The flickering light was wrapped in misty mist, and the stars flickered.The mist is thick and viscous, like the blood of some kind of creature.

Khalil stared at all this blankly. For some reason, he was not unfamiliar with this scene, as if he had experienced it countless times a long time ago.

The chaotic Wang Yang led him to the location of the fragment.At the same time, he began to think.

He didn't know where he was at the moment, but he could vaguely guess some.Separating the warp from the material world is a stable veil, which prevents the monsters behind from staring hungry, and also protects humans from being directly watched.

The reason why these things can happen in the material world is because the bloody false god poured too much power and paid an unimaginable price-Khalil didn't know how He did this, but he This has to be taken advantage of.

There are countless monsters in the subspace, but the subspace itself is the biggest monster.

It accepted him a long time ago, even if he left and became a traitor in the mouth of monsters, it also welcomed him back for a short time, because it has no so-called emotion or intelligence, it is just an existence, and it only has a kind of existence. Instinct, that's all.

This instinct made the dark power whisper in Kalil's ear.It calls out to the power buried under the skin of Khalil Rohars, begging him to let his power be fully released.

Let him sit on the throne.

Sounds nice, doesn't it?But the truth is, every second it breathes here, this body of Khalil Rohars is bleeding, losing some sort of irreparable life.

But the will that dominates this body doesn't care.

continue.He issues orders.The darkness complied, and the burning flame blazed from the other side of the curtain, engulfing the pale giant to the other side that he couldn't reach originally.

Behind the curtain, a being in ferocious armor sitting on a brass throne uttered a terrible roar at this moment. The chaotic world was shaking endlessly, and the stars died, rolling away in the long bloody river.

He couldn't accept it, but he had to.And the other being who was always watching here laughed unabashedly at what happened to him.

A strong squeezing sensation came from all the limbs, and Khalil let out a muffled snort, feeling that several bones in his body were broken during this 'jump'.

He adjusted his posture in the air, and finally landed smoothly. When he raised his head, he saw an Astartes in blue and white armor staring at him seriously, holding a chainaxe in his hand.

"Who are you?!" He asked sharply, the hand holding the ax did not tremble at all, even though he was facing a giant far taller than him. "Report your name!"

Khalil didn't speak, but slowly folded his hands together and performed a sky eagle salute.

Astarte was startled abruptly, although he still didn't put down the axe, but when he spoke again, his tone of speech became much more relaxed: "Who are you?"

"Khalil Rohars. From the Eighth Legion."

The Astartes fell silent for a moment, then raised their arms again: "My cousins ​​could not be so tall."

Khalil still didn't answer him.

His vision is still affected by the darkness, which makes his eyes far from the simplicity that mortals should have, and has reached a terrible end.He stared at the Astartes in front of him, saw all his past, and even saw a blood-red collar around his neck.

A. Slave sign.

Khalil sighed softly, the anger was fleeting, and the cold light lit up the next moment, and the Astartes roared alertly.

"Psyker?!"

Even though he wanted to resist, the enemy had already disappeared, and he couldn't find any trace of the giant.Khalil disappeared into thin air, leaping from behind him in a way the Astartes could not understand, ripping off his helmet and lifting him up.

"Don't move." Khalil said in a low voice.

He stretched out his right hand and strangled Astarte's neck, the cold temperature was fleeting, Astarte's eyes widened, all the confusion in his mind dissipated at this moment, and he finally remembered everything.

Khalil let go, letting the Astartes fall to the ground, and he himself felt a terrible fatigue, the consequences of removing the power of the false god were more serious than he thought.

Exercising the authority that belongs to the gods in a human body.
It would be fine if it was just to awaken the dead to make them take revenge, but what he is doing right now is truly walking in the realm of the gods.

"You, who are you?" The Astarte looked at him suspiciously. "what did you do to me?"

"I cleared the fog for you. Like I said, I'm from the Eighth Legion. You don't have to believe me, Karn of the Eighth Company of Warhounds, but," Khalil said slowly. "I'm just here to help."

"...my cousins ​​are as pale as you, but their eyes are not as dark as yours." Karn frowned. "Also, it's far less tall than you."

Khalil shook his head calmly: "I never said I was an Astartes."

"You're not an Astartes, so why can you join—" Kahn stopped talking, he looked at Khalil in amazement, and didn't speak for a long time.

Khalil sighed, knowing he had misunderstood: "I am not the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, Karn of the Warhounds, and now I need you to recall one thing."

"What's the matter? What are you going to do?" Kahn asked nervously.

"Think about your ship," Khalil said quietly. "It's called Unwavering Resolve, isn't it?"

"Yes, but how would you know?"

"Think about it, Kahn." Khalil slowly exhaled a mouthful of silent cold air, and vomited a big mouthful of blood in the next instant.

Backlash has already appeared.

"you--"

"—keep calm." Khalil stood up straight and held out a right hand to him. "Think about your ship."

Kahn raised his head and stared at the pale giant, not knowing what to say.He still had a lot of questions to answer, but Kahn saw his own reflection in those dark eyes staring at him calmly.

He clearly saw the War Dog emblem on his right shoulder.

Then he reached out, took that cold hand, and began to do as he was told.
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Two seconds before the brilliance was about to bloom, Angron was reading a book.Although this process was often accompanied by the pain imposed on him by the Butcher's Nails, he liked the feeling of gaining knowledge very much.

What he was reading was a novel on Macragge, which described in detail how an ordinary soldier who was discharged from the army due to disability witnessed the collapse of his country in just two years, and the soldier finally committed suicide up.

Angron especially liked the scene where the soldier was insulted because of his disability, got drunk in a bar, and was thrown out of the bar to lie in a cold alley and fight an imaginary enemy. memorized.

He stared at the cold, dark alleyway, and a burst of intense anger surged in his heart.He sat up, leaning against the entrance of the alley, and began to curse at his right leg. '

'Fuck you, you useless lame!You made me fall into this kind of ghost place!What a broken place this is!I'm a soldier, and I'm discharged for protecting them, but they call me a murderer, and even the kids on the street look down on me! '

He looked at the alley again, too much alcohol ruined his eyesight, making him feel that someone was watching him in the dark—he widened his eyes, and saw some shadows after a few minutes of cold. '

'There are people there!is his enemy!It's people from the Principality of Alvado. They are marching here in straight uniforms, with guns on their shoulders!How did they get here?Where are the guards, where are the guards in the city?Why didn't they raise the alarm? !Could it be a betrayal?No, no! '

He reluctantly got up, stood unsteadily in the cold wind, raised his cane, and cursed loudly into the darkness. '

And now.
Angron stood in front of the porthole, he had already closed the book and placed it on Guilliman's coffee table.The gladiator stared at the huge battleship waiting quietly in the vacuum, and a complex feeling that he couldn't explain clearly rose in his heart.

Then, someone pushed open the door and walked in.Angron turned his head and saw Robert Guilliman with a serious face.

"You need to come with me, brother," he said briefly and emphatically. "Something happened, did you see that ship?"

"I saw it."

"That's the flagship of your legion, the Unwavering Resolve." Deep wrinkles appeared between Guilliman's brows. "At least the second half is."

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Angron nodded without saying a word.

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