40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 125 28. Bleeding

forever.

Angron thought.

forever.

I can never forget what happened today.

His mind was screaming, and the vortex of pain was constantly gathering.This pain comes from his talent, one of his instincts - the emotions of the dead permeate the air, and finally he possesses it.

Every corpse, every bit of pain, the struggle and repentance before death, the unwillingness to be forced to be a slave, all of these gathered in his mind.

The Primarch's mountain-like body was trembling slightly at this moment, his face was distorted, and the nails creaked, they didn't drill, but just squeezed his skull, sending out terrifying tremors in the cerebral cortex and spine.

He threw down the power sword, that precious weapon that many warriors would flock to now stained with dried blood, it traveled through many worlds to reach Robert Guilliman's personal armory.In the end, it completed the mission it was created in Angron's hands.

Leaning against the cold wall, Angron slowly closed his eyes.A few seconds later, he heard a relatively heavy footsteps, he didn't need to observe, he could know that it was his brother.

Angron did not let him take part in the killing.

You don't have to be stained with this blood.he said then.it is my responsibility.

And so Robert Guilliman fell silent.

He didn't participate, he had to watch.

Angron opened his eyes and saw a peaceful face.Guilliman stared at him and spoke slowly, in a very calm tone, which even sounded a bit like a strange provocation: "Are you okay, brother?"

The gladiator shook his head slowly.

He could sense the turbulent emotions beneath Robert Guilliman's calm exterior.Guilliman was forcing himself to be calm, and the realization of this gave Angron the urge to smile back and comfort him.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, but failed to smile. His canine teeth protruded from his lips, looking weird on a face covered in blood and black dust.

He failed.

"I hope I'm okay," Angron said, accepting his little failure. "I sincerely hope."

He passed Guilliman and looked into the darkness not far from the corridor.Broken light refracted in from the blood-smeared porthole, ashes floated, and the blue-white armor loomed in the darkness. 47 breaths are there waiting quietly.

Angron smiled.

"How long are you going to stand there?" He suppressed the pain, making his terrifying voice deliberately rough, with a touch of deliberately funny, just like Oinomouth comforting others.

A few seconds later, there was a sound of footsteps in the darkness.A group of warriors came out of the darkness, all of them were wounded, and no one's armor could be called barely complete.Blood, dust, mutilated limbs, but their eyes are not blank.

They stared at Angron closely.

Robert Guilliman drew back slowly, unwilling to disturb the moment - but, if you asked, he would admit it.

He would admit that he was overwhelmed by witnessing this moment, but he couldn't stop being sad.

This is not how it should be.

How cruel to meet your father in the dead of your brother.

"Is no one going to introduce himself to me?" Angron asked hoarsely, still with the forced smile in his voice.

His pale blue eyes gleamed in the darkness, and the crunching of his skull was still quite audible to the Supermen present.The Warhounds couldn't understand the sound, but they could see the pain their genetic father was hiding now.

From the trembling of the body, from the spasm of the muscles, and the wry smile that was squeezed out to comfort them.They can tell.

Why can't they see it?
So Barron Benson stepped forward.

"I am the first company commander of your legion." He raised his head and said so.His mutilated left hand and charred armor looked so distressed, but his expression was still proud. "My name is Baron Benson, Primarch."

"What happened to your hand?"

"Just a little injury."

'Regret', 'Sorrow', 'Shame', 'I will be disabled and can no longer hold a sword with both hands', 'Would the Mechanicum heal me?Our relationship with them has always been bad', 'I hope you don't look down on me, Primarch'

Angron lowered his head and exhaled a mouthful of icy air from his throat.

His gift was working supernormally, with such a specific perception that he had never seen before.He thought, maybe it was because of some kind of connection between blood, or because the war dogs were completely unguarded against him.
Either way, it made Angron sad.

"Okay, Baron Benson, I remember you, Captain." Angron let out a snort from his throat. "Tough warrior."

Benson raised his head and returned to the team.

"Next?" Angron stared inquiringly.

"I am Karn of the Eighth Company, Primarch."

"Karn—I have an impression of you. You left your brother and rushed into the enemy group." Angron said softly. "Reckless, but also brave."

Guilliman saw that the face of the young man who stepped out of the line was rapidly flushing.

"I was blown away, Primarch." He lowered his head, making his uneasiness evident. "I violated military discipline."

"What military discipline?"

"The first rule of military discipline, Primarch." A man with half of his face disappeared answered Angron in a slurred voice. "It is also the most important one. We call it the death law. It is not allowed to leave the large army without permission and enter the enemy group to fight alone."

Angron looked at him: "What's your name, soldier?"

'He's looking at me', 'I wish I still had a helmet', 'My Lord, I beg you to look away'

Angron didn't look away, he gazed at the one-eyed warrior with gentle eyes, and waited for his answer.

"My name is Harlan Kosen." The crippled man said vaguely, his broken jaw shaking. "I'm from the third company."

"Thank you for explaining it to me."

Angron looked back at Karn, and the young man he was staring at nodded in shame. "Yes, I violated the discipline."

"As for the punishment for your violation of discipline, we can talk about it later, Kahn of the Eighth Company. The focus now is to tell me what happened." Angron turned his attention to all of them and repeated. "everything."

"...Before that, there is one thing I wish to report to you in advance, Primarch." Kahn said.

Angron frowned slowly, this was the first time he had shown such an expression in front of the war dogs.Baron Benson thought he was blaming Kahn. Even though he wanted to pull Kahn back into the team, Angron raised his right hand to signal him not to do so.

The Warhounds would not know that their Primarch frowned only because of a name that flashed in Kahn's heart, and a cold term.

'Caryl Rohars'

'die'
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Two and a half Terra hours later, Robert Guilliman returned to the Glory of Macragge alone.There was no blood on his armor, only black dust.

Marius Gage saw his Primarch anxiously in the study 15 minutes later, and he wanted to ask questions—at least to satirize his Primarch for such a dangerous move— But he was unsuccessful.

Because there was an indescribable heaviness on Robert Guilliman's face.

At this moment, Lord Macragge was turning his head to stare at the stalled ship, stalled in the vacuum, silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Send medical aid, Marius, the war dogs suffered heavy casualties. In addition, we will dispatch some maintenance technicians and technical sergeants. We must repair the firm determination in the shortest possible time."

"... Primarch?" Gage looked at Guilliman blankly.

"Just do as I tell you, Marius."

His primarch lay back, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, speaking wearily.He had taken off his armor, his uniform was disheveled, not even his laurels.

"It has been restored to its original state, can't you see it? A Glory Queen Ship belonging to the Empire should of course continue to serve. As for today's matter, I will draft a notice later. This matter will be regarded as the top secret level, No disclosure or mention of any kind is allowed."

"But, Primarch, why? No, Lord Angron?"

"He is with his Legion," Guilliman said. "Less than half of the Legion, to be exact. Ironic, Marius. The Warhounds emptied their ships, set the mortals down, and the whole army came to meet their Gene-Father, but What I actually saw with my own eyes was less than half of it.”

".May I know what happened aboard the Resolute, Primarch?"

"No, you can't." Guilliman opened his eyes. "This matter should never be mentioned by anyone again. Listen to me, Marius, this matter."

The Lord of Macragge fell silent, then sighed heavily, and a deep sadness flashed on his face.

"This should no longer be known to anyone," he said slowly. "That's all, Marius, that's all I can say."

The First Chapter Master looked at his Primarch almost at a loss - Robert Guilliman had never spoken in such a tone in his memory, and today, this was the first time.

He didn't understand why, and at the same time it was almost difficult to breathe.

"Also, there is one more thing." Guilliman sat up straight and put his hands on the table.Marius Gage saw that his hands were clenched and trembling slightly at the moment.

"Anything, Primarch," Gage replied quickly.

"I'm also drafting an apology, confession, to the Eighth Legion and Conrad Curtz, I—"

"— Primarch?"

"Khalil Rohars is dead." After five minutes of dead silence, Robert Guilliman spoke slowly.

He concealed his emotions with extreme restraint, and Gage didn't see any clues. His false face of a politician covered his real face. Gage couldn't see him bleeding, but he could smell it.

"Kan of the [-]th Company of the War Hounds saw it with his own eyes, and there is no body left. I have already discussed with Angron that we will rush to Nostra as soon as possible after dealing with Nuceria. Mo, personally apologize to our brother Conrad Coats."

Marius Gage didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.Half a minute later, he left Robert Guilliman's study and office in silence.The door slowly closed.

It seems that everything is business as usual.

　One more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)