40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 154 15. The First Battle ([-])
"You're funny," Khalil said. "Actually, it's very interesting that I'm meeting an honest monster like you for the first time."

"I'm not being honest, my lord. I just need to be honest with you. Nine mantras, eight left."

The sound coming from the pulsating radiance was extremely weak, and it was true that the curtain was repelling it.But the master behind it is deceiving the Veil for it, obfuscating where it now stands.

This gives it a little extra time.

"Pretending to be honest is of no value." Khalil raised his right hand, the cold wind gathered, and the blade took shape again.

The monster in the brilliance couldn't help but guess: Will he drive me back immediately?
With the emergence of this question, countless possible future directions immediately emerged together.It can only see one of them clearly, but it is still very excited for this rare glory, a kind of joy wells up from the depths of its soul.

But this joy did not come from the short-lived connivance of the Lord of Changes, but because of another thing.

It almost burst into tears for the only truth it could see, and all the rest faded away.It exists for this moment, for this ultimate joy, for this ultimate reward
Its masters prepared it centuries ago, and today it takes honors that no other of its kind has ever achieved.

It will use the most honest words to manipulate a god that has not yet been born-and it can see the future, and it knows that it has succeeded.

"Before you drive me away and brand me with the mark of the hunt."

The radiance danced and rose slowly, illuminating the dark interior of the layer. "You need to know one thing, one very important thing."

"Nine mantras, there are seven remaining."

Khalil sneered.

It was a complete conspiracy, he could almost hear the maniacal laughter of the thing behind the brilliance: Whether you listen or not, the choice is always yours, and my messenger will never lie to you.

yes.It definitely doesn't lie.

He squinted his eyes, stared at the dancing light, and nodded slightly without saying a word.The latter had no concealed desire, and spoke directly, with great ecstasy in his voice.

"Harkosus [-] is different from [-] and [-], my lord. There is only one city on [-]. Of course, this is not because the people of Harkosus are stupid, but because of the particularity of [-]."

"Number one is very special, so special that it even has those clunky robots that neither two nor three have."

"You've seen them. You've seen the battle suits and the battle rifles. Isn't it strange that a civilization that can't even travel long distances has these things?"

"But the answer is actually very simple, my lord, because these things do not come from the Harkosus, but from another creature."

"They're under Harkosus [-], where they've lived for centuries. They own more land than the Harkosus, in fact, than most To humans, they are the real Harkosus."

"Fire is their symbol, and one of the manifestations of their being favored by our Lord, but they also paid a price for it."

"The curtain does not allow them to obtain such a great evolution through cheating in just a few centuries, so they lose their ability to reproduce, and they can only obtain new companions by infecting other creatures."

"Therefore, cooperation with humans has become foreseeable, and with my help, the Harkosus people have changed from a barbaric tribe that was constantly fighting and killing each other to the current business federation. "

There was a burst of joyful laughter in the brilliance, it stopped for a while, and then spoke again.

"Nine mantras, there are six more, do you still want to hear it?"

"Such a long paragraph, is it just one sentence for you?" Khalil nodded. "It's really a flexible criterion."

"Yes, my lord has five sentences left, do you want to hear it?"

Radiance danced seductively.

"For example, the truth about this spire, why it has such strict and incompatible guards, and how those creatures infect humans. As long as you want to know, I can tell you."

"Is this also one of the nine mantras?"

"No, but this sentence counts, my lord. There are four sentences left."

Khalil smiled, and he nodded again: "Okay, then do as you said-tell me the truth about this minaret, how about it?"

Guanghui jumped wildly.
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Feil Zalost felt he was being burned.

This feeling came so quickly, it hit him violently when he saw those Harkosus people lying on the operating table with his own eyes.

And it didn't dissipate.

In fact, after Fair thoroughly understood what this heavily guarded underground facility was for, this feeling almost turned into a bone-eating poison, tormenting every cell of him.

No one can stand the presence of aliens - no.

What's more, it's still this kind of alien.

He turned his head, and a slender creature was reflected in the scarlet eyepiece.That thing was wearing a brown robe, shivering in a corner.

Its skin looked disgusting, a smooth pale blue.Its head was an oval-shaped collection of eighteen eyes tightly packed together, blinking disgustingly.

It doesn't have a lower jaw, instead it has two combined tentacles, and two symmetrical patterns are printed on the wide tentacles, looking like burning flames.

Fell took a deep breath, and the sound of his breath made the captives shudder in the dark—the giant in gloomy armor had just done something in their presence that they would never forget.

Feeling their fear, Feier suppressed his cold anger, turned his head and walked out of the depths of the facility.

He had received a message from the Primarch on the comm channel.After walking for three minutes, he came across Conrad Coates walking ahead of the 3st Company.

The latter was still wearing a helmet. He nodded to Fair, and said in a low voice: "What's the specific situation?"

The Third Company Commander approached his Primarch, leading him the way and explaining.

"At present, we have been able to determine what the so-called fire ceremony is. The Burning Chamber of Commerce is essentially just a cover. It is the product of the collusion between these aliens and the three leaders of Harkosus."

"They provide these aliens with some people who can be transformed, and the aliens provide them with some technological achievements. When you arrived, I had already tortured four aliens. These are all the information I got."

"Did you communicate with them with psychic power?" Conrad Curze asked, his scarlet cloak flapping in the darkness, and he didn't know where the wind came from.

"Yes, Primarch."

"Good job, but don't do it after the meeting is over."

"Understood, Primarch."

The Eighth Legion walked extremely quietly, hardly even breathing.They passed a hall, two downward-facing, wide corridors and a violently dismantled door, and finally reached the deepest part of the facility.

The arrangement here has a religious atmosphere, candles are burning in all directions, and many densely packed words are engraved on the metal that makes up the floor and ceiling, which looks terrifying as if it is wriggling.

The soldiers of the third company drove the Harkosus people in this facility to another room in advance. At this moment, there were only 23 aliens left here.The Eighth Legion stared at them without saying a word, and the atmosphere had quietly become terrifying.

The creatures trembled, their tentacles parted, and they let out a small grunt, as if begging for mercy.Conrad Koz ignored them, and only gestured to Fair. The third company commander took a serious step forward, and a dark blue light surged in the scarlet eyepiece.

The aliens screamed, the giant had done it just now, they almost thought he was going to do it again, but he didn't.

The giant didn't come forward to grab a few companions out, and dismantled their bodies bit by bit.

In fact, on the contrary, he stood where he was and didn't move at all.

Then, a voice sounded from the bottom of one of them.

+Tell me, how on earth did you do your so-called immersion ritual?How did you transform humans? +
There was no answer, and the questioned xenos screamed, covering its eyes with its sickly skinny hands, and they began to blink rapidly.

Conrad Curze made a gesture without saying a word, and Van Cleef immediately pulled out his bolter and killed it. Goo that didn't look like blood splattered, and damaged brain tissue smeared the walls and floors.The alien twitched and fell, twisting its body.

"Continue." The master of the Eighth Legion ordered blankly.

There was no longer any bitterness in his heart—while still aboard the Emperor Mirage, Fulgrim had clearly told him what the aliens had done to humans.

In this galaxy, there is no alien race worthy of friendly treatment by humans.For humans, they have only two states.

One is to die, and the other is to wait for death.

Fell nodded to his primarch and resumed his psychic use, picking a xenomorph at random and reconnecting to its hideous mind.Doing it made Phil almost feel like throwing up, but he didn't because he had to get the job done.

+Tell me, how on earth did you do your so-called immersion ritual?How did you transform humans?Don't try to be silent or do anything else, or that death just now will happen to you. +
A scream came from the alien's mouth, and Van Cleef raised the bolter again, but Curz didn't give the order, because Feil's eyes were still blue.

The alien knelt on the ground, constantly making alternate grunts through its tentacles.The Third Company Commander was silent for a moment, then turned his head and gave his Primarch the answer.

"It doesn't answer the question, Primarch." Fel Zalost paused for a moment. "It just says that the towers of the gods are about to collapse, and through their sacrifices, the god of burning fire will descend on Harkosus."

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