40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 161 22. Indelible
Anrik Barbatos could no longer count how many aliens died under his hands, and his hands had turned into a pure scarlet color.Everything is like this, extremes will reverse, too much killing will also add certain marks to people.

As for the members of the Eighth Legion, they have long been used to this.

When it comes to the killing itself, they can already be numb and indifferent.But if the object of killing is added to this discussion, the nature of the matter will change immediately.

Take Enric's behavior now - he's not judging.

He is taking revenge.

You can see his true mood at the moment by the speed with which he's darting through the darkness, and by the screaming alien in his left hand.The latter was mutilated, hissing and screaming, and his voice echoed in the darkness.

Enrique was unmoved, but started to run in a cold heart.He jumped over the towering slopes and the weird altars built by these underground aliens. In his eyes, the world lost its original color, leaving only pure black and white, with clear distinctions.He continued to attack, but he did not forget his original duty.

"The third district needs support." A voice sounded in the communication channel, and it was Richtner. "We've repelled an attack, but they've just used a sorcery to weaken us, Captain."

Great, an hour ago they were gun-wielding aliens, and an hour later they've degenerated into primitive tribal aliens using witchcraft?

Are they still meat eaters?

They are also preferably carnivorous.

Anrik raised the corner of his mouth mockingly.

He stopped in his tracks, charged up for a while, and jumped up from the edge of the broken bridge, the sound of wind whistling in his ears.He landed, noticing that the screaming of the alien had become much weaker, and the blood loss was depriving it of what little life it had left.

He was happy to see it die, but it couldn't die now.Anrike took an injection from his armed belt and injected it into the alien.They have a heart and a blood circulation system that connects the whole body, which means that stimulants still have an effect on them.

After doing this, he began to make tactical adjustments.

"I will dispatch two hunting teams from the fifth district to provide support for you."

As Anrik said, he quickly walked around the magic circle that was emitting light on the ground, the altar, and some alien corpses that were nailed to it.He doesn't want to and won't go into these areas, and for that he'd rather take a long detour.

"These things are urgent, you understand, Richter? They need to get into the Spire, and we won't let them."

"I understand." Richter said calmly. "However, more and more brothers are showing symptoms like that, Captain."

"You can add me too."

".what?"

"You can add me, Richter. I have the same symptoms," Enrique said. "That's it, I'll be back soon, our plan has succeeded."

What he said was true-6 minutes later, he returned to the third zone.

This is a very large underground space.The corpses of the aliens were scattered all over the place.Many of them have been booby-trapped, and bombs are tied under the corpses.

Enrique could see this with just a glance, and he jumped over them deftly, returning to the rear of the makeshift fortifications.Richtner was the first to find out about his return and the first to ask him questions.

"Are you the only one coming back?"

"Yes." Anrik said.He let go of his hand and threw the alien that should have died long ago on the ground.

It grunted strangely and tried to get up from the ground, but Richter stepped on its back with an iron shoe in the next second.

From the appearance point of view, this alien is no different from its kind, but it is wearing a gold-rimmed robe. Even though it has been stained by blood, the clothes still reveal a kind of dignity.

The eighth company commander took off his helmet and smiled strangely: "The six brothers who went with me all died. This bastard has many bodyguards."

He lowered his head, stretched out a finger, and meaningfully scratched the surface of its skin with a sharp edge, and paid attention to those incomplete places.Richtner frowned, the force that originally only stopped its action suddenly increased in the next instant.

With a crisp sound, he trampled on its back.An ugly scream came later, the limbs of the alien fluttered a few times, and then fell into a coma.

"You are so cruel." Enric laughed. "Richter—I thought you wouldn't do such a thing."

"I am a member of the Eighth Legion." Richtner replied lightly.

"Where's the instructor?" Enrique didn't answer, but changed the subject.

"Inside the steeple." Richter picked it up and handed it to two other Eighth Legion soldiers who came over.

When the steeple fell into the ground and there were already two standard terras, the [-]th Company kept guarding the steeple, but expanded its range a little.The xenomorphs attacked one after another, trying almost recklessly to get closer to the spire.

Even without facial features that can show expressions, these things are extremely fanatical when attacking.They didn't care about their own lives at all, they just rushed towards the soldiers of the Eighth Company blindly.

Some of them even had explosives strapped to their bodies, frantically trying to blow up the crude fortifications that stood in front of them.

Frankly speaking, this incident puzzled the soldiers of the [-]th Company - there is no doubt that this was a premeditated and organized behavior.

Enrique was the first to realize this, and according to the experience of the Eighth Legion, any enemy thrown out as cannon fodder must have a cruel master behind it.

Now, the cruel master has been found—and will there be more?According to Anrik, the answer is yes.

Since the beginning of the war, not only have their original questions not been answered, but they have encountered new questions one after another.If you insist, it's like being dragged into a quagmire.

The weird technology these underground-dwelling xenos use, the altars, the sudden subsidence of the steeple itself, and that...symptom.

Enrique lowered his head thoughtfully, he raised his helmet, closed the eyepiece, and saw his current eyes through its reflection.

The dark eyes that belonged to Terra disappeared, and at this moment, there were two pitch-black flames surging in his eyes, only a touch of scarlet in the deepest part.

He sighed and put on his helmet: "Continue to be vigilant, they should organize another wave of attack soon. Although I caught that bastard back, who knows how many of them there are?"

"Where are you going, Captain?"

"I have some questions to ask the instructor." Enric Barbatos replied calmly.
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Khalil clenched his hands, and exhaled a heavy breath of icy air.

The war is still going on, death spreads endlessly, the power in his chest beats with the heart, the power itself is being called, and Khalil handed over these living powers to him by his own will. Others.

Some who did not call them.

What are the consequences?Khalil didn't know, he only knew that he couldn't let an army of the dead actually appear on Harkosus [-].The Eighth Legion had shed enough blood today, and he didn't want to see more.

Khalil perceives the situation in Harkosus [-] through the connection of power. The minaret itself is still functioning as a medium, and the aliens living underground are still charging it.

Once a war begins, it will never be deflected by personal will. Khalil intends to end it, but the other side of the war is not willing.Or, in their eyes, this is not a war at all, but a happy sacrifice.

Realizing this made Khalil sigh, he closed his eyes, the blue light dissipated, wrapped around his armor, and began to beat continuously.

The steeple obeyed his will obediently, and it would obey anything but stop the sacrifice.In the next second, he came to the first floor from the top of the minaret.Opening his eyes, he saw the silent Enrique Barbatos.

"Instructor." The Eighth Company Commander greeted him in a calm voice, and did not activate the voice changing of the breathing grille. "We have set up five defense zones outside the minaret, and within a short period of time, they cannot touch the minaret."

"Well done, Captain Enric." Khalil nodded slightly at him. "But I think you should have more to say besides reporting to me."

"...I do," said Enrique Barbatos. "But I'm not sure you'll answer."

"I will." Khalil raised his head and looked towards the top of the steeple.This towering building actually stays above the ground since the No.70th floor, therefore, he can also 'see' the sky of Harkosus through perception at this moment.

The smoke and flames have already covered up the original blue color without a trace, and the remaining things have nothing to do with peace at all.

Enrique was silent for a moment, then took off his helmet, his burning eyes were completely exposed to the air, Khalil lowered his head and looked at him.

"Do you want to ask that, Enrique?"

"Yes, instructor. I want to know what it is, and I want to know." Enrique pursed his lips. "What are you?"

The darkness gathered, the skeleton stared at him quietly, and a sharp cry gradually came from Enric's ears.His vision gradually blurred, and in this vision, he saw the storm.

"In the eyes of some people or things, it is a blessing, a reward for loyalty. But, in my eyes, it is a curse. And I, Enric"

Storm whispered.

"I am Caryl Rohars."

As the voice fell, the ground began to tremble.

　There is still a chapter, it is not recommended to wait, it is estimated to be twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)