40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 123 26. Burning Out (End)

fighting.

It seemed like a never-ending battle—the enemy was endless, coming from both sides of the corridor, and there were only 47 of the War Dogs left.Maybe there are still large forces gathering at the stern, but this is the enemy's bow, so they only have the last 47 people.

Kahn has run out of bullets, but he still has the chainaxe, the monomolecular saw blade has worn down to a not-so-good point, Kahn would have replaced it immediately if he could, but he doesn't have that chance, nor does he this time.

He's busy killing.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God—!"

A crazy enemy rushed towards him—the enemy, yes, the enemy, Kahn was unwilling to change this title to other words, he would rather use this slightly inappropriate word to refer to these people in two-color armor.

The person who rushed towards him had a pale and distorted face, his facial features were all swallowed up by madness, and there was no so-called humanity in it.Kahn felt a strong urge to laugh at this, but he didn't laugh, his thoughts remained calm, and he would attribute this to the burning pain.

He gripped the chainaxe tightly.

"Go to your blood god!"

Kahn dodged the man's first blow, and returned the blow a second before he could turn his arm and try to strike Kahn's neck with the chainaxe.

The chainaxe roared, it was at its limit, but it could still kill—it cut deep into the brass and scarlet armor's girdle, and then severed a head cleanly.

This process has been repeated 10,000+ times in Kahn's life. The sawtooth shreds the armor, the flesh, the bones and everything inside, and then destroys everything in sight.

It was the source of violence, and the war dogs were the messengers of violence, but it never occurred to Karn that he would unleash such savage slaughter on his own brother.

But now there is no time to think so much.

The blood faded away, and the headless corpse in blue and white painted armor landed heavily. Kahn didn't go to see him, he didn't want to see who he was.He turned and charged at another enemy.

Harlen Kosen of the [-]rd Company was wrestling with that man, and the sergeant of the [-]rd Company with half of his face completely disappeared had a weird smile on his face.

That's where his title in the [-]rd Company comes from, and his brothers call him 'The Laugher', which seems to be some weird neurosis.Whenever Harlan Kosen fights and the adrenaline rushes, he laughs.

He is laughing now too.

The only remaining eye on that bloody face narrowed, the cheek muscles pulled upwards, the broken jaw and the remaining half of the teeth showed a bloody wind, and he threw a huge and weird shot from his throat. With a laugh, he knocked the enemy staggeringly with his shoulder.

Kharn seized the opportunity, shouting the Emperor's name, and cut his foe in half with the axe.

"Good job, Kahn." Harlan Kosen said, still smiling, but his eyes seemed to have been dead for a long time. "Where did we hit?"

"There are still three corridors from the bridge."

"It's a familiar way of describing it." Harlan Kosen laughed. "Your Eighth Company always describes the Unwavering Resolve in this way—"

He turned around, the blood oozing from his face splashed in the air, black ashes floated in the air, and then were stained scarlet.

He raised his chainsword, and his voice suddenly turned into a growl: "——There are three more corridors! War dogs!"

A chorus of roars came from the surrounding darkness. They tacitly omitted the number of the enemy and their own, and only told the distance from the bridge, as if they could win if they reached the bridge.

Among these barks, Baron Benson's roar was particularly intense. He barked loudly like a wounded wild animal.On the other side of the hallway, the current captain of the [-]st Company brandished the chainsword with his remaining hand, with a skill beyond comprehension.

He tore apart one of the four surrounding him, then dismembered the second with his sword without stopping.The third slashed at his head with an ax, but was obliterated by another war dog with a burst of bombs on the way, and the fourth roared the name of their goddamn god and rushed towards the company commander Come over, and Baron Benson is ready.

He tripped him, then sliced ​​open the foe's chest with his chainsword.

"Where is your so-called god?!" He straightened up with a scarlet face, angrily yelling at the darkness in the long and narrow corridor. "Let him out! Let him get out and face us!"

Their gods didn't answer, only crazy and chaotic roars, blood sacrifice to the blood god, blood sacrifice to the blood god, they kept shouting, as if they had completely lost everything, only this sentence still existed in their souls.

Karn saw it clearly, and he felt that their enemies had gone completely mad—unlike at first, when they could still talk, and taunt the Warhounds by telling lies or truth in eerie and terrible voices.

They were also crazy at that time, but not as crazy as they are now.

They are just a bunch of puppets now.

No.

is a slave.

Kahn clenched his left fist, and the burning pain surged into his heart.He gritted his teeth, resisting its strength between runs, and then he saw again—he saw the red collars around the necks of his enemies, the slave's proof, saw them weeping blood.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!" they shouted, but the second part of the sentence did not appear, presumably it was reserved for the time when the heads of the war dogs were cut off.

They kept shouting this sentence, but it wasn't their own voices. Kahn's eyes began to rise, and the pain intensified, even almost tearing his whole body to pieces, but he didn't stop.Burn, burn, burn.
His blood began to quiver, turning into some kind of dry ash.

Then he saw it.

He saw something in the darkness, behind the curtain, and even though it was only a fleeting glimpse, Karn was sure he did.

He saw a pair of scarlet and furious eyes.

With a loud roar, the burning pain was completely extinguished, and he quickly returned to the real world with his reason.It could no longer shelter him, but Kahn had found new strength to support his heart.

angry.

A never-ending rage—but not with a thirst for carnage, but for vengeance.

"It's you! Did you do it?!" He questioned his enemies, but the object of the question was not here, making him look as if he was crazy.

Karn's face contorted as he gripped the chainaxe and lunged at his enemies.Harlan Kosen shouted behind him, telling him to come back and not rush into the enemy's encirclement.

The War Dogs have always been strictly disciplined, and playing tricks like the First Company to lure the enemy into the depths is a privilege that only a few people have. Kahn doesn't have it, but he doesn't listen.He lunges at them and starts killing.

He fought crazier than his enemies, and even gained the upper hand for a short time - but all craziness had a price, and he was soon wounded, when one felled him from the back with an ax .

Kahn lay down on the ground and looked up, but what was reflected in his eyes was not an enemy who was thirsting for his blood, but a war dog that was shedding blood and tears.

He recognized him immediately.

It was Elson of the Seventh Company, a 17-year recruit.The scarlet collar on his neck is so dazzling, so terrible.

Kahn saw him crying.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!" He cried and roared, his soul was completely dyed scarlet. "Skull Offering Skull Holder!"

Karn stared at his brother.

The purpose of the strict discipline of the war dogs is to restrain each other in wartime. They show no mercy to the enemy and are terribly cruel. Every victory is a massacre.

This is a good thing, but the ensuing heavy damage also made the high-ranking officers headed by Legion Chief Jill Baldwin realize the seriousness of the problem, and they began to restrain military discipline with rare and strict regulations, among which The first and most frequently touched one is that it is forbidden to leave the main force and rush into the enemy group.

This one is jokingly called the Law of Death in the War Dogs, and everyone who touches it will die. Sooner or later, they will eventually die among the enemies.

Karn had just touched it, and now, he was going to die.

But he didn't die, he saw a giant.

The giant crashed into the wall, whistling with boundless coldness amidst the broken cables and steel.He wasn't angry, Kahn saw that there was no trace of anger on his face.

There is only sadness, endless sadness.

He is like a mountain, standing in front of Kahn.

Elson of the Seventh Company was lifted by him with one hand, and his neck was gently twisted, and then he put him down along the porthole, as gently as if he was treating a relative.The scarlet filth passed from Elson's body, and he leaned against the wall quietly, with his eyes closed, as if he was just asleep.

The war dogs froze, and so did their enemies.

Kahn did not, he looked at the back of the giant, the lower jaw and the upper jaw were tightly glued together, and a strange grunt came out of his throat, he was lying on the ground, his cheeks were covered with black ash and dust, only his eyes were still bright, and there was something inside. Something is flickering.

"I am Angron of Nuceria," said the giant, and his voice was like the grinding of swords. "I am Primarch of the War Hounds."

He looked at the people in scarlet and brass armor again, and slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, the dismantling position crackled, and the blue light illuminated his face, making the two scarlet tear stains incomparable. clear.

"I'm here to kill you."

The next second, the Weeping Mountain Range let out a shattering roar, but his enemies did not resist at all.
-
Conrad Koz was dreaming, he rarely dreamed, let alone such a weird dream.

There are no complete images in this dream, only fragments that fly by.He saw a skeleton floating from beyond the darkness.He saw another planet covered by a blizzard, it was gradually cracking, magma spewed out from the ground, and overwhelming twisted creatures jumped out of the void
Then he saw Khalil Rohars.

He held a sword, which was golden and burning with flames, and he swung it through the darkness, fighting four things incessantly.A half-dead golden skeleton clung to and entangled behind him, still breathing, resisting the great pain, striving to save more people.

The skeleton looked at him after a thousandth of a second.

- You can't change it.He said.They will try their best to make the world like this, but you still have a chance to keep more people alive.

keep them alive.So said the skeleton, almost pleadingly, a golden light flickered in those burning hollow eye sockets.

Conrad Koz opened his eyes suddenly, and the cold chill was fleeting.He began to breathe heavily as if a drowning person had surfaced, but the tip of his tongue tasted a strong smell of blood.

Looking down, he saw a skeleton covered in ash, lying on the floor of his room, emitting blue smoke.It may have once been covered in flesh and blood, but now it's gone, all burnt to nothing but pale ashes.

Midnight Ghost's body began to tremble.

　and also.

　　Annoyed, I originally wanted to write an extremely large chapter, but after thinking about it, I feel that this part should be left blank (?)
　　By the way, I saw many readers asking whether the Great Rebellion will happen again. Guess why my book is called 40k?

　　Again, some people cannot be saved.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)