40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 121 24. Burning Out ([-])

Jill Baldwin swung his arm and pulled a power sword picked up on the road out of the enemy's chest.

The owner of the distorted face fell to the ground, the filthy ashes scattered with the wind, and the blue and white armor reappeared. Jill Baldwin didn't know why, but he knew the last name of every brother he killed. Name who.

He knew it all, but that didn't stop him from continuing to fight.

"Who's next?!" he yelled at the enemies on the bridge. "Jill Baldwin of the War Hounds is here waiting!"

The next man rushed forward and was brought down by him, but also gave him a new scar.The man fell to the ground and Jill recognized who he was, he was Lou Endlis of the [-]rd Company, and now he was dead, killed by Jill Baldwin, by their corps master himself.

But it doesn't matter, I'm not dead yet.

"Next!" the war hound growled against the sea of ​​scarlet and brass. "who is the next?!"

The next, and the next, and the next, and the next—the bodies piled up, and Jill Baldwin began to drain blood, but he remained standing.

He was only a few steps away from the bridge and comms.As long as he can win this battle, he can send out a communication to contact the nearest Imperial fleet.

He has already figured it out, he will send the code to let them understand that this is No. Come and shoot them.

The Resolute Determination no longer has the protection of its shields. The power system and all other systems have been shut down. It only takes one or two rounds of salvo, and the tainted war dogs will completely disappear and become dust in space. .

He must be so.

They have to.

"Next!" Jill Baldwin barked at the darkness, with a ferocious face, which had long been covered by blood and dust, but his eyes were still bright. "who is the next?!"

There was no answer, no foe rushing toward him thirsty for blood.He looked around and saw the dead eyes of his brothers.

Jill Baldwin dropped the power sword, throwing it away like garbage.

He stumbled forward, he was too familiar with the bridge of the Resolute Resolve, even though it had become an almost unrecognizable twisted and evil place at this moment, but he could still recognize its details hidden by the skull .

He has spent most of his life here.

He lunged at one of the instruments, his gauntlet sweeping over its torn cables.Then he used it as a springboard to prop himself up to another long dark platform, which he knew was where.

Jill Baldwin fell to his knees, then got up again, grabbed the edge of the iron platform with his hands that had almost lost all strength, and pulled himself up.

I'm dying.he thinks.

He stood up straight, then propped himself up, and replaced his weak legs with an iron platform.

He wiped away the black dust, found a few buttons, and pressed them—Jill Baldwin could feel his life slipping away, his eyes were nearly closing, but he wasn't there yet.

In a few seconds, the machine came on, a faint blue light flickering in the dark, and the communication system had emergency power, which was great.

Jill wanted to laugh, but couldn't.There was a dark vacuum outside the porthole in front of him. He breathed the smelly air, and he didn't even look at the vacuum. He could hardly feel the slight satisfaction in his heart filled with joy and anger.

Cold satisfaction, satisfaction wrapped in death.

He fell to the ground again, lying on the iron platform - he should have crushed the machine, but he didn't, maybe because his blood had been drained.

Jill Baldwin leaned against it and touched a button with her cheek.The machine began to search for nearby Imperial ships, and responded with a creaking mechanical sound.

Unfortunately, Jill Baldwin had lost track of that response.

He opened his mouth, and it took a few seconds before he spoke. He first read out a complicated ID code, and then touched another button with his cheek to set the broadcast to repeat broadcast mode.

At this moment, he began to thank the group of communicators headed by Talloran. They pursued efficiency, so they set up this unique communication button, simplifying many complicated operations into operations that can be replaced by a single button.

But they were dead too, all dead, and their bodies were hanging just outside the bridge.

Besides the enemy, is there anyone alive on our ship?
Jill Baldwin didn't have an answer.

He opened his mouth, his body was on the brink of death, but his will still made him speak, clearly.

"This is Legion Master Jill Baldwin of the Warhounds. I have sent the code and I request that any Imperial fleet that receives this message open fire on us immediately. Swear by Lang's name that this is not a joke, whoever you are please fire on us."

30 seconds, long, short, the last 30 seconds.

He finally finished speaking this passage, finished speaking clearly, finished speaking covered in dust and blood.

Jill Birdwin fell heavily to the ground, without any warmth or strength remaining in her body.He opened his eyes, the pupils began to expand, and two dry tears rolled down, passing through the blood and dust, and smashed into pieces.

Angron.

In his final moments, Jill Baldwin of the War Hounds still muttered the name of the Primarch they had never met.
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"What do you mean?"

asked Robert Guilliman—he had donned his armor and drawn his weapon.He is fully armed.His brother was different. Angron was taller than Guilliman, so naturally he couldn't wear the armor tailored for the Lord of Macragge.

However, no one advised him not to participate in this dance.

"Literally, Primarch."

Marius Gage spoke to his Primarch from the bridge via the intercom.

"We have received a broadcast from the Resolute Resolve. Its signal is unfamiliar and not what it looks like in the database, but the code reported by the broadcaster is correct. He claims to be the Legion Commander of the War Hounds, Jill Birdwin. , he asked us to open fire on the Resolute Resolve."

Guilliman turned his head and glanced at his brother from his personal armory.Angron frowned, so Guilliman said, "Play this voice."

"Are you sure, Primarch?" Marius Gage asked in the armory.

"I'm sure."

A few seconds later, an indescribable voice sounded in Robert Guilliman's private armory.

"This is Legion Master Jill Baldwin of the Warhounds. I have sent the code and I request that any Imperial fleet that receives this message open fire on us immediately. Swear by Lang's name that this is not a joke, whoever you are please fire on us."

silence.

Robert Guilliman looked back at his brother and saw that Angron's face was changing at a slow pace.

"The Primarch?"

"what's up?"

"Are we going to fire?"

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Guilliman did not answer, he looked at his brother again, and Angron had closed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming a maelstrom of terror that Robert Guilliman could not understand.

Guilliman suddenly understood something with his extraordinary powers of observation, the only thing his brother wanted to do at this moment.

He wants to find the man who made his Legion like this, and then he wants revenge.

revenge.

This concept appeared in an instant, the lights of the armory began to flicker, and the characteristic rustling sound of the communication system disappeared at this moment, replaced by a gloomy and solemn low sound, a thousand— — Or the voices of 1 dead, resounding in the arsenal.

Guilliman tried to speak, but he couldn't, and the temperature plummeted, almost to a blood-freezing cold.The next second, as Angron opened his eyes, the surrounding scene finally became completely dark.

And Khalil Rohars stood before them.

With a bloody appearance, there was a golden light in his eyes.

"Don't fire, Robert," he said softly. "There are still dogs of war on the Resolute Resolve who are fighting bloody battles. Although they are eager to die, do you really want to send them to death with your own hands?"

Khalil?What's going on here?Guilliman wanted to ask him, but he couldn't speak, couldn't open his mouth.

"I..." Khalil, who was bloody and bloody, lowered his head and smiled. "I can't explain it to you specifically, and you know why, Robert."

Guilliman frowned.

Are you using psionic communication?Who hurt you like this?

"It's not important, Robert Angron."

Khalil sighed.

"You can board the ship."

He said calmly, his face began to change back and forth between pale bones and bloody flesh, the golden light still existed, but it had weakened a lot.

Vaguely, Guilliman heard the continuous roar of angry thunder, the sound of some kind of feather scraping, and accompanied by sharp laughter.

"I've cleared the way for you, but don't take anyone else with you, only the two of you can get on that ship, and the power I still have is not enough to support the many fighters I'm helping you with, Robert"

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Go and save, Angron," Khalil said to them. "Go and save your legion, your flagship, your sons"

The voice fell, the thunder faded away, and the armory returned to normal in the next second.Angron and Robert Guilliman maintained absolute silence, while the words of Marius Gage still echoed in their ears.

"Shall we fire, Primarch? Lord Angron?"

After a long time, Angron, a gladiator from Nuceria, spoke his first words in a brand new identity.

"No." He said slowly. "Don't fire."

Guilliman looked at him, grieving for him heartily.But at the same time, another kind of cold anger rose in his heart.

"I'll help you," said Robert Guilliman gravely. "We'll find the culprit, and we'll throw him in hell."

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(End of this chapter)