40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 132 35. Irony
Richter swung his arm, the power sword slashed through the air, the disintegrating force field crackled, the deadly sound and speed were fleeting.

A separated corpse immediately fell limply, and scarlet blood immediately spread on the ground.

However, he did not feel joy, because there were three other people shooting at him, and the guns in their hands were making a strange crisp sound. After a short delay, the light red energy beam was dodged by Richter with a slight difference past.

Holding the sword in both hands, he slashed horizontally, killing all three of them.Their white armor was also dyed red, and blood and internal organs spewed out.

"Are you sure these men came to Nostramo for a deal, Captain?" he asked over his shoulder.

Enrique Barbatos didn't answer the question right away, he turned his head, and after a few seconds he fired several shots with his bolter into the darkness behind him - the eyepiece told him where the enemy was, so he fired Yes, screams came from the darkness.

"Captain?"

"Stop talking, keep going, we must hurry to their bridge." Enrique finally spoke with a serious voice. "Damn it."

Richter knew what he was cursing—Arrique Barbatos was cursing himself.

His company commander's gang-hopping strategy for the ship was to spread out, disable the engines and bring the enemy to its knees as quickly as possible.

There are five ships in this fleet, and they also do not have weapons or armor. Except for the three old ships that were not detained before, they can also be regarded as non-threatening.However, after entering the interior of the hull through the boarding torpedo, the soldiers of the Eighth Army discovered something was wrong.

Unlike their flimsy ships, the people inside were fully armed.Their armor was not yet resistant to bolts and swords, but their weapons could penetrate the power armor of the Astartes in a salvo.

Although the firearms they used were indeed energy beams, they were much more powerful than the laser guns used by the auxiliary army, and their shapes were completely different.

While they still couldn't pose a threat to the Eighth Army, it would make it less effective.

There were five ships in this fleet, and apart from the 200 members of the eighth company, there were four other squadrons that also participated in the jumping gang.If these squads use a different strategy than the [-]th Company, it means that they will win the first place and be the first to complete the mission faster than the [-]th Company - and they are not even part of the company.

"Quest aside, Captain, there's something wrong with these people," Richter said between runs, so perfectly blended into the darkness with his Captain.

Some of the [-]th Company had finished their work, and they disabled part of the ship's power system, allowing darkness to fall, and despite the presence of emergency lights, it was still mostly dark.And darkness has always been the dominant place of the Eighth Legion.

"Of course I can see it, but at least they're still wearing gray uniforms under the armor," Enric replied sullenly. "That means they're also from the same place as those people."

"Harkosus." Richter read its name softly. "A rich planet, they say."

"Its wealth may have been forged in blood."

"And these people are vampires who help it rob blood?"

"Don't say the words in the myths and legends—go ahead, Richter, we will always find a chance to torture." Enric said in a low voice.

He is right.

After 25 minutes, they became the third jumping team to complete the task.

This incident made everyone in the Eighth Company furious, especially Enrique Barbatos. His anger was mixed with a little annoyance and shame towards himself.

A battle barge quickly approached the ship at their signal, and the auxiliaries on board would take over.Before that, the Eighth Legion still had time to do what they wanted.

But not to vent anger - they will not use lynching.

"Tell me, who are you?" the commander of the Eighth Company hissed. He knew that the man hanging upside down in front of him could understand Nostramo. "You have one minute to decide whether to speak or not."

The man didn't answer, his face was very pale, but that was because of excessive fright.The Eighth Legion did not use too cruel means to deal with them, but simply killed them, and these people would collapse.

Not everyone can remain calm after seeing the corpses all over the ground with their own eyes, at least not this person.He didn't answer Anrike's words at the first time, but his throat kept rolling up and down. It was obvious that he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

In the darkness beside him, Richter stood in a pool of blood and told himself that he would beg for mercy immediately after he spoke.

"Please don't kill me!"

I got it right.Richter frowned.

"You have already surrendered, so we will not do anything to you again, unless some of you are ignorant."

Anrik said.He didn't take off his helmet, and the sound became very scary through the breath grille.

"You have to tell me something I want to know. Of course, you can also choose to remain silent. I will give you the power to choose."

He stared at the man indifferently through the scarlet eyepiece, stretched out his finger, and pressed the cold steel against the man's throat-lynching is not allowed, and it is not allowed to torture the enemy after they surrender
But, who said you can't use some means?

The man cried out in horror, almost a scream.Richter was sure he would have been screaming if he hadn't been hung up with his head on the ground.

"I say! I say! We are from Harkosus, we are soldiers of fire!"

Richter narrowed his eyes.

Regarding this matter on Harkosus, information has been distributed in written form within the Eighth Army.

The five senior traders showed interest after some grilling, and they were very welcoming of questions.That includes what the badges on their collars represent.

fire.

The ruler of Harkosus - a family, an organization, or rather, a huge chamber of commerce.

Weird name, weird form of existence, but looking at the entire galaxy, it is not unusual.It's nothing more than a ruling organization made up of a group of businessmen, and the Eighth Legion will find them sooner or later.

After all, an organization that can make deals with these people on Nostramo, or even take them on a trip to meet their cannibalistic requirements, is no longer worthy of the Eighth Legion's softer means of communicating with them.

"And then? Why are you fully armed?"

"Because we're here to deal with high-level traders who have ties to people on Nostramo!"

"What are you doing with them?" Enrique asked softly, his tone slowed down, but his fingers began to exert force slowly.He didn't need to do anything else to make this man feel horribly threatened.

"They need to die to make room for someone else who wants to be a high-level trader!"

"What does that have to do with Nostramo? Why did they die? Because they knew the people on Nostramo?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then immediately confessed everything.

"Because Harkosus wants to turn Nostramo into a colony, the nobles who came to play have amazing wealth, and our leaders know a lot from them, and these high-ranking officials who are related to them If the trader dies on Nostramo, we have a reason to go to war."

Enrique turned his head and glanced at Richter. The latter nodded to him and made a gesture to indicate that he had started recording through the eyepiece. Enrique turned his head and continued to question him.

"It took you four months to arrive in Nostramo. They came here for two weeks, and you arrived. That is to say, you set off right after it?"

"Yes Yes!"

"Anyone else?"

Enrique hooked up a second finger and started probing the man's throat casually. "I mean people in uniform, people like you. Gray uniform, so interesting."

"No! God, my lord, I swear to the fire that I will never lie!"

"You are also from Burning Fire, so, what is this, your infighting? Forget it. Last question."

Enrique stood up, and the man looked at him with fear and hope, and then he heard the giant ask: "So, what about those civilians who arrived in Nostramo with your senior traders from the Burning Fire Chamber of Commerce? "

".What?" the man asked suspiciously.

"Those people—how are you going to deal with them?" Enrique Barbatos folded his hands, lowered his head, and let his scarlet goggles look directly at the man.

The man hesitated for a few seconds before answering: "...they will die with the senior traders."
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"What a dirty excuse," said Conrad Coates coldly. "They even want to kill their own civilians for this, what's wrong with the so-called chamber of commerce rulers?"

"You can't ask everyone to have normal intelligence or a brain that can think well. A wise person in power is a minority after all, Conrad."

"But they actually created an excuse for war by trying to murder their civilians!" The Lord of the Eighth Legion bared his teeth angrily, and the canines turned out of his lips. "Unheard of!"

Khalil shook his head slowly.

"Maybe we should have moved ahead," he said noncommittally. "After all, the [-]st Company will be complete soon, don't you think, Conrad?"

Conrad Koz took a deep breath and calmed down—his innate sense of justice made him need to expend some extra energy to calm down at certain times.

While on Nostramo, he had felt a burning rage for witnessing so many horrific atrocities.At that time, he even needed Khalil's presence to calm down, but now it's different, he can already rely on his own efforts to regain his sanity.

"If it is a world ruled by such a ruler." He said in a low voice. "I think I'll try to do my job."

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