40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 151 12. The First Battle ([-])
Soldier Dasso struggled to get up from the ground, his brain was in a mess, the buzzing and violent screaming ruined everything, making him almost unable to think.

Burning metal crackled around him, and the silvery ground was blackened and covered with blood.Several broken bodies surrounded him horribly.It took several minutes for soldier Dassault to sort out his thoughts and realize that he was still inside the steeple.

The minaret of Harkosus I, a symbol of honor, sacrifice and devotion.And it's been invaded now, by a group of monsters that fell from the sky——!
Realizing this almost made Soldier Dassault rage, but he didn't let it affect him.In fact, he remained calm.He has never actually fought, not even once, but years of training is just to come in handy at this time.

He checked himself quickly and it came out fine, he wasn't hurt.The damaged battle suit protected him, at the cost of his own fragmentation.He took off his tattered battle suit and knocked on his full battle helmet.

It let him know with a hum that it could still be used.Soldier Dassault moved his thoughts, and according to what the combat manual said, he linked with the 'runes' built into his helmet.His thoughts sank into a silver ocean.

He went deeper, hungry for communication—he needed to find a superior, anyone who could direct him and tell him what to do next.Soldier Dassault's search was fruitful, and he found a swirling thing in the silver sea.

Then, he immediately rushed in with his thoughts.In the next second, frantic and irritable words rushed into his brain.

They are questions, inquiries, requests and emphasis.It was the endless screams and yells, and the fear was overwhelming, and one man's voice was the loudest of all, almost drowning out everything else.

Soldier Dassault recognized the owner of the voice, it was Officer Tower-C0-1, and Officer Tower-C0-1 was screaming in his head.

Assault on the Minaret, Assault on the Minaret!Repeat, The Minaret Assaulted!They are falling from the sky and we are being slaughtered!God, burn fire bless me!
This passage was repeated repeatedly, and Soldier Dassault wanted to reply, but he couldn't.The voices of Officer Tower-C0-1 were too loud for him, they were given sacred rights by the burning fire, so even their voices seemed so violent in the vortex.

Dassault begged humbly, hoping that the voice of the officer tower-C0-1 could be slightly lowered.He needs to be answered, to be ordered.He tried several times without success, so he had to withdraw from the silver ocean and opened his eyes.

His thinking ability has recovered, and through the vision provided by the combat helmet, he clearly saw the corpses in the ruins.There were far more dead than he thought, and he began to recall that the data-logging capabilities of the battle helmet had helped him.

From those complicated data, soldier Dassault realized that the battle actually started half an hour ago. The enemy was the rain of fire from the sky. They smashed the steeple and fell into it, launching a terrible attack.

He couldn't help but start guessing—was there more rain of fire falling on the residential area?

On fire, he hoped his family was safe.The thought was dropped by himself after a few seconds.

Soldier Dassault moved his tongue and licked his parched lips to keep himself from getting too nervous.

Holding his battle rifle tight, he approached the dead soldiers and took their replacement magazines.

It took him some time to do it, and time was never his alone.While he was busy picking up ammunition to improve his chances of survival as the combat manual said, burning wreckage fell from the sky and landed on the ground, making a terrifying noise.

Soldier Dassault was startled and turned around suddenly, the battle rifle was already pointed at that side.He is well trained, and he is also one of the guards of the steeple.It was an honorable duty, and the fire gave him the right to shoot.

Soldier Dasso read these words silently, hoping they would give him a little bit of courage.He raised his head, glanced at the wreckage, and immediately recognized what it was.

This is one of the tens of thousands of combat robots installed inside the minaret. He saw the iconic metal beak. A rare peace.And now, it's a pile of twisted scrap metal.

Dassault didn't see why it was destroyed, but he could sense a deep chill.

Fear ensued, and Soldier Dassault, out of nowhere, began to roar brokenly into the darkness, and at the same time began to fire—at the enemy he didn't know where.

Of course he knew, he was just bluffing.But as mentioned in the combat manual, it can sometimes be effective, and this is the first time Soldier Dassault has used it.

He achieved results, and the combat manual lived up to him.

There was indeed something in the darkness, but it wasn't the kind of thing he expected to see.

What came out of the darkness was not the 'enemy' he wanted to face, but a ghost, a tall, walking ghost.The blue cold fire burned quietly in the empty eye sockets, and all the noises around were gone at this moment.

The ghost stared at him, Soldier Dassault's eyes widened, and he threw away everything in the battle manual.He fell to his knees, his face twisted in terror under his battle helmet.

He started screaming, though the ghost hadn't done anything yet - and before he died, his last thought was: Will the fire bless my soul?
"No, it won't," said the ghost, and raised its arms.

Khalil gently took off the combat helmet on the Harkosus soldier's head. The face under the helmet was distorted, tears were flowing, and everything became a mess, but it is not difficult to see that he is a young man. people.

A dancing flame stayed on his forehead, and it was shining with silver light at this moment.This is not a tattoo, but a brand that has penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood.

He stared at the sign belonging to the Harkosus Burning Fire Chamber of Commerce for a while, and shook his head.

What chamber of commerce needs to use religious methods to brainwash soldiers?Even call this kind of behavior 'flame into the body'?
He saw many pictures and agitated emotions from the undefended mind of the soldier named Dassault, among which there was a lot of evidence that the Burning Fire Chamber of Commerce was using religion and belief to brainwash the Harkosus people.

And therein lies the problem, it is unmistakably a cult.

Khalil shook his head thoughtfully, stooped and picked up the helmet—or rather, held it with half a finger.

The appearance of this helmet is very interesting. Its back half is a standard round shape, silver, and gleaming. The material is not metal, but it is much tougher than ordinary metal.

The first half is slightly weird. A sharp, beak-shaped respirator is placed at the very front, with two silver eyepieces on top.Similarly, the dancing flames with silver borders and black backgrounds also danced quietly on the top of the helmet.

fire
Khalil dropped the helmet, turned around, and left the ruins.

He came to the No.12 floor from the bottom of the steeple with a few jumps, and the airborne pod can always create some unexpected paths sometimes.Interestingly, the building called the Minaret is really strong.

Its basic building structure was not damaged in any way, even if it was hit by the airborne pod from the twelfth floor all the way to the bottom floor.

The scene on the No.12 floor is quite different from the dark and burning ground floor. The most basic lighting is still kept here, with plenty of light, but the silvery ground is full of blood.There was a low and continuous humming sound from the other end of the wide corridor.

That was the sound of the guns of the people of Harkosus.Their guns are fun, and their battle robots are even more fun.

Khalil used his dexterity to dissect six battle droids during the battle, and he concluded that the mechanical structures of these things were identical, and even the dimensions of the parts were exactly the same.

This means that they are creations produced on an assembly line, rather than machines carefully handcrafted by artisans.

They're nuclear powered, their shells are resistant to explosive shells, and attacking weak points should do the trick, but these six-meter-tall machines aren't bulky, they're actually quite agile.Although not as good as the Astartes, it is enough.

Not to mention their own firepower, the rifles of ordinary soldiers in Harkosus can pose a threat to power armor when focusing fire, and the shoulder-mounted firearms of these things are even more exaggerated, with both speed of fire and firepower .There is no doubt that they are definitely tough opponents.

So - what chamber of commerce can research these things?

Nuclear-powered combat robots, the ubiquitous physical-enhancing combat suits worn by ordinary soldiers, and Khalil knew that these things were just the tip of the iceberg.He saw more weapons from Soldier Dassault's memory.

Can these things really be owned by a federation that hasn't even researched long-distance navigation?

Khalil doesn't have the answer, but he doesn't intend to find out either.He's tired of deciphering.

The blue light flashed in the corridor, and the cloak wrapped around his armor like a ghost, making him look like he was floating instead of running.Six seconds later, Khalil arrived at the gathering place of gunshots.

A group of Harkosus soldiers gathered here, relying on the firepower of three combat robots to temporarily resist the Eighth Army's upward advance.

Khalil dropped his knees, jumped up lightly, and jumped into the crowd.The Harkosus soldiers stared at him dumbfounded, not immediately realizing what was happening until Khalil held out his right hand.

The blue blade that danced like a shadow was fleeting, and it created several headless corpses.Blood splattered and even jumped onto the ceiling. At this moment, they just woke up like a dream.The muzzle fire was immediately diverted, and they had already lost their chance to shoot.

There was no way they could shoot in the middle of the crowd—and besides, the premise of shooting was to aim, and Khalil was blinking all the time.

In the third second of the fight, he approached the first battle droid.The heavy machinery shining with silver light was obviously unaware of his arrival, and was still pouring firepower towards the front of the corridor.

Khalil swung his right hand, and the sharp blade pierced deeply between the waist and abdomen of the machine, and then it swelled up suddenly.The psionic power turned the short knife into a long sword in the next second, and Khalil twisted his wrist and swung the sword upward, slicing it in half.

Some blue liquid spilled from between the broken wires, hissing on the metal floor.The second battle droid finally turned its head at this moment, its metal beak opened, and a dangerous red light was gathering in it.

Khalil ignored it, just kicked a dangerous blue component out of the machine with his foot, and then disappeared immediately.Half a second later, a violent explosion occurred among the Harkosus.

Death has come, and the murderer is gone.

By the time the Harkosus died from a series of explosions, he had reached the other end of the corridor.Here, six Astartes in dark blue power armor were assembled.

One of them is binding three armor-piercing grenades together in a special way.Obviously, they actually already have a way to deal with those stubborn Harkosus.

"Good idea," Khalil said softly. "However, armor-piercing grenades probably need to stick to them to be effective."

"I'll do it," Enrique Barbatos said. "Provided you don't turn them into scrap metal."

Khalil chuckled, of course he knew that Enrique Barbatos could do this, but that didn't stop him from helping them.He turned his head, looked at the other end of the corridor, assessed the scene of the explosion he caused, and asked casually.

"How is the eighth company fighting?"

"We have advanced to the eighth floor of No.20, and are currently cleaning up from the 28th floor—"

Enric Barbatos shook his head. "—But the effect is not good. These Harkosus will be shocked by fear, but they can always gather and launch a counterattack against us."

"religion."

"You know that too?"

"Too obvious." Khalil turned his head. "If it's just pure fearlessness, it might be interpreted as the basic quality of an experienced army. But these people are obviously not, and"

"And they'll charge back at us shouting the word fire," said Enric Barbatos, his armor still bleeding downwards.

"Well, let your eighth company pay more attention, Captain Enric." Khalil nodded to him, the skull-like visor distorted his voice into a terrifying echo, but Enric did not No fear, even peace of mind.

"I will act according to the plan and go to the top of the minaret. We will see you there."

"Yes, instructor."

The commander of the eighth company bowed his head slightly to show respect.When he raised his head again, Khalil had disappeared.

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