40k: Midnight Blade.

157. Chapter 18. The One Who Can't Be Snatched
Fulgrim had described the war to Konrad Curze—Kurze expected he would hear some beautiful description from Chelmos, but Fulgrim didn't.

In fact, he even sounded like Ferrus Manus at the time.

"War is essentially a collection of killing techniques," Fulgrim said thoughtfully.

"It's an old and advanced discipline, bro. It asks you to be precise, rational, and quick while dehumanizing, and then asks you to embrace violence while possessing those cool qualities."

"It requires you to use your sword to slash the enemy, and it also requires you to use artillery and bombers to turn all the enemies into a mixture of meat and ashes, and even requires you to make heavy sacrifices at certain moments. So, if you are sure You're starting a war. Make sure it ends quickly."

The Chemos shook his head and murmured softly.

"The longer it goes on, the more terrifying it becomes."

Conrad Koz didn't know what this sentence meant then, but now he does.

He finally understood what was behind Fulgrim's bitter expression and words—it meant he had grown up, but was he happy about it?

the answer is negative.

Moreover, even now, when he has become a member of the war, he doesn't feel that he knows anything about the war, he can only do one thing.

He can do nothing but kill.

Conrad Koz closed his eyes, then opened them again, ending this short thought, and returning his attention to the battlefield in front of him again.

The aliens pulled the triggers of the guns in their hands, and the red light group formed a torrent-like spectacle and attacked him and the soldiers behind him.The ruins formed by the collapsed city buildings withstood the direct rain of fire for them. After four consecutive rounds of shooting, they stopped, and Van Cleef immediately organized a counterattack.

A long roar sounded hoarsely in the communication channel - "Kill them all!"

The Eighth Legion leaned out of the ruins silently, like shadows of the dead.They opened fire, and the loose front of the xenomorphs was instantly torn apart. Since their appearance, not a single xenomorph has taken cover or tried to escape.

They almost yearn for death, an attitude that makes them benevolent.

Numerous shattered bodies that had been ravaged by bombs until they were bloody and mutilated fell limply, and ugly but endless screams resounded through the entire battle line.They barely make a sound, and communicate only by that grotesque grunt, the only hideous shriek they make in times of death or emotion.

The counterattack lasted for a while, and Van Cleef saw the result he wanted to see, so the first company commander rushed out of the ruins, jumped over the corpses and obstacles, lowered his posture, and advanced rapidly among the corpses.Behind him was a torrent of silence formed by a gloomy deep blue.

The Eighth Legion rushed into them with an indescribably great hatred, and the bloody massacre began immediately.Knives, swords, claws, and even punches aimed at vital points, stumps and broken arms fell into the dust along with blood, brewing thicker blood and tragic scenes.

Conrad Koz looked back and asked a question in the communication channel.He didn't feel anything about this scene, not even pleasure.

"How much longer?" he asked deadpan, sounding like a stranger rather than himself.

While he was waiting for an answer, another storm formed by lasers howled from the ruins of the city not far away.The aliens launched a counterattack again, but this time, they did not come by themselves.

Konrad Curz disappeared in the next instant, rushing towards the place where his legion advanced.The twelve hunting parties behind him stared silently at the primarch going away, holding their weapons tightly, guarding the rear for their brother and the primarch.

"Conservatively, it will take three to ten minutes, Primarch."

"I'll give you 45 minutes, Arrod." Conrad Curz said to his sixth company commander in the communication channel. "Blow up that power plant and send them back underground."

"Understood, Primarch." The Sixth Company Commander replied crisply.He hung up the communication immediately after that, without any regrets.

Curze sprinted through the dusty wind, his cloak flapping.

Frontal advancement was never something the Eighth Army was good at, and not many of them carried heavy firepower, but the enemy was different.

The laser storm just now was formed by those combat robots.They are already difficult to deal with just in small groups, let alone in groups like this at this moment. The distance of more than 1000 meters was fleeting. He crossed the bloody and muddy land in 14 seconds and appeared at the forefront of the battle line.

The silvery, hulking machinery unleashed a deadly torrent, while his legion lay dormant among the ruins and the corpses of their enemies.

Now, here's your chance.

Conrad Koz took a deep breath of the filtered bitter air, tasted it with the tip of his tongue, and clenched his right hand tightly.

A sharp blade appeared just like that.

The grip once carefully polished by Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus has disappeared, and the grip has become molten metal, embedded between his gauntlets, snapping together like the upper and lower teeth of a monster , raw, yet chilling.The blade itself was extended many times, and the jet-black light flickered, outlining a cruel shape in the air.

Konrad Koz did not utter a battle cry, he drifted silently, like a cloud covering the heads of the group of hateful metals, and began to kill these mechanical creations.No fighting machine was worth more than a second, and all problems were solved with one swipe.

VanCleef roared again, and the bolter began to fire with precision.

They are fighting alongside their Primarch.

The first time, but it seems to have been rehearsed millions of times.

Konrad Curz cut off a half of a machine, pulled away, and the rain of bombs immediately destroyed it completely.

A series of explosions occurred, one after another, his scarlet cloak fluttered endlessly in the strong wind, the corners had already turned black, but he was not damaged at all.He tracked down his next prey, a shot of plasma from behind showing him the way.

A mech was staggered, leaving a huge hole in its back.The advocate of the Eighth Legion threw his hands over, pulled out the inner core, and flung it to the rear of the enemy's line——to the group of aliens.

A bomb hit it precisely when it was about to disappear, and a huge explosion flame appeared in the corner of the eyepiece. The sound was deafening, but it didn't make Conrad Koz feel the slightest bit.

He waved his arms coldly, even feeling bored.

It has been three and a half hours since the war started, the ground collapsed, and the true appearance of Harkosus [-] was finally fully revealed to the Eighth Army.It is no longer shy, no longer silent.It made a loud noise and thundered on the ground.

Cities crumbled, flesh turned, fangs closed, and Harkosus I began thirsting for the blood of the Eighth Legion like a beast.And it actually tasted quite a bit.It greedily licked the blood of the Pale One from Terra.

Curz couldn't help but think of those armored corpses he saw with his own eyes, a kind of hatred that was very familiar to Midnight Ghost surged up, and it flashed in Conrad Koz's heart, and a voice followed It sounded in his heart.

+ How are you?How about the Legion? +
+ It's me, Conrad. +
+ I know, how are you doing?What about the eighth company? +
+ We are fighting underground. +
Conrad Koz waved his arm, and the gloomy blue flashed across, like a silent and silent lightning, completely destroying the last fighting machine.

It fell to the ground, the one-eyed head slanted and flashed lightning, and then it was completely crushed by an iron boot, and fused with the flesh and blood of their creators, becoming a different kind of battlefield dust.

+ underground? +
+I sunk that minaret into their home. +
+This doesn't sound like a building should function and I see something, Khalil. +
+ What did you see? +
+ all this. + Conrad Koz replied icily.

He stood on the spot, looking out, obviously standing on the ground, but seemed to be looking down.All he could see was wreckage.

Those who have not walked here in person will not understand, the air is full of dust, even covering the power armor, covering up the original color.Not far away was the area being bombed by the Storm Eagle, and the smoke and dust turned into giants, raging and roaring in the originally blue sky.

Conrad Curz personally issued this order, knowing that many human civilians would die, but that was not his primary concern now.

He forced himself to throw some things away, and he didn't have an answer to whether he would get them back later.

Conrad Koz only knew one thing - he had to do this, he had to maintain the stability of the battle line, otherwise, judging by the current number of the Eighth Legion, it would be impossible for them to fight this group of aliens head-on.There are so many of them that unconventional means must be resorted to.

+ Fulgrim said that war meant the annihilation of humanity, Khalil, and I think he was right. +
+It's just one of the prices you'll pay, Conrad. +
The voice from the psychic communication was serious and gloomy, not like Khalil Rohars. In a trance, Curz saw the monster who committed brutal murders in the rainy night of Nostramo again.He laughed silently and blankly inside the helmet—just now, he actually felt a little nostalgic.

+War will keep taking something from you until you are the one who can't take it.+
+You sound like you've become that kind of person, Khalil. +
+ No, I still have something that hasn't been taken from me. +
+ You seem to be laughing. +
+I do. +
Conrad Curz lowered his head, retracted the blade, and hung up the psychic communication proactively and self-taught.

He was about to go to the next battlefield, and there was no time to continue this conversation.

　The writing is relatively slow, and I plan to pay more attention to quality.

　　Also, I'm writing, don't wait, it's probably nine or ten o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)