40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 164 25. One Day War ([-])
Robert Guilliman felt he was falling.Falling endlessly, without stopping for a moment.

He seemed to be dreaming, but he didn't seem to be.Guilliman tried to find the truth from this weird feeling like a tulle mask, but he couldn't do it with the little bit of reason left, and the visions that seemed like dreams but not dreams continued to strike.In the end, he almost thought he was back in Macragge.

The streets of the city are full of traffic, with the university on the left and the museum on the right.The aroma of the forest came into his ear curtains along with the sound of clear springs falling from the mountain peaks, the sky was blue, and the birds passed by in rows.

Baiyun leisurely overlooks all living beings, everything is so beautiful, everything is so——

—Robert Guilliman snapped his eyes open.

He was gasping for breath, the air was stale, sour and filled with the smell of blood.He saw corpses, countless corpses.Scattered and mutilated, blood pooled in its veins on the rough rock face, almost as if the stone itself was bleeding.

Guilliman stared blankly at this scene, Chaofan's mind was in chaos.It took him several seconds to realize where he was.

He clenched his ruling hand and began to examine the ammunition as he thought.The result was destined to be disappointing. The bullets attached to the Boltgun under the Commander had all been fired, and the Sincere Short Sword and Arbiter Boltgun he carried with him were gone.

Judging from the current situation, he is in the underground of Harkosus III, and he and his first battle group have been attacked-these aliens. They
No, not right.

He frowned: What about my previous memories?
Where did I fall, and how did I fight these aliens?When and how did I run out of bullets, and where did I lose my sword and gun?
Thoughts continued for some time, and Robert Guilliman could not come up with any answers.

He took a slow, deep breath, and then, almost suddenly, a sharp pain hit him.It rose from his mind like a mist of knives, and it went on a rampage, turning all thoughts into a mess.

Guilliman tensed his muscles uncontrollably, leaned against the rock wall, and continued to take deep breaths.However, every time he took a breath, the pain became more severe.In desperation, he began to try to hold his breath—but the pain didn't subside in the slightest.

It made his eyesight fade and his lips quivered like a spasm.Finally, I don't know how long it took, the terrible pain finally disappeared.

Robert Guilliman shook his head weakly, and there was still a pinprick-like pain in his temple, but it was much better than the horrible feeling just now that made him feel overwhelmed.

He subconsciously licked his dry lips, and there was a sticky smell of blood on the tip of his tongue.

I'm bleeding?He frowned, not caring too much.He regained his ability to think, and without hesitation began to exercise his gift again.It took him a few seconds to organize everything he knew in his mind and list them one by one.

First, I'm on Harkosus III, that's for sure.I'm attacking here with my First Chapter, trying to take this planet back and bring it back to the Empire.

We succeeded, and after a well-prepared bombardment, the successor to the ruler of Harkosus III surrendered to us. Then, the ground cracked open. Attack
come down.

and then?
There was no more, Guilliman searched his memory thoroughly, but he still couldn't remember what happened after the fall.

He looked down at his armor, the Seiko power armor was in perfect condition, except for the missing helmet and too much blood stains, his power armor was basically intact.

That meant he didn't fall very high, at least not so high that he couldn't get beyond the protection of his power armor.Then, it is naturally impossible for him to lose his memory due to a concussion.

what is going on?He frowned and began to search the pile of corpses.The aliens seemed to have all been killed by him, and their deaths were brutal.Either it was shredded by the bomb, or it was smashed to pieces by the ruling hand.

Guilliman observed them carefully, and finally, he came to the conclusion that these aliens living underground were no different from barbarians.

Their weapons are rough stone spears, and they have little or no clothing to cover their bodies.Most of the aliens have light blue skin and slender limbs, eighteen eyes on the forehead, and two vertical tentacles on the lower jaw to protect the teeth.

In addition to these ordinary aliens, Guilliman also saw some monsters that almost seemed like incarnations of nightmares.

Yes, monsters.He had to use the word to describe those things, and he couldn't find a better adjective.

There are three in total, all of which have many slender limbs like arthropods, and their light blue skin is layered and wrinkled.Guilliman endured, and tried to beat the skin of one of them with his fist, and he felt a burst of astonishing tenacity.

They have many heads, densely packed at the front of the body.On top of these skulls was a huge, gaping mouth, densely covered with fangs, in which still remained a dried and foul liquid.

They were all dead, but they were completely dead, without any wounds on their bodies, as weird as a natural death.

Guilliman kept this incident in his heart, and then left the cave without looking back.The underground is grim and dark, but that doesn't stop a primarch from seeing what he wants to see.

He walked alertly, making no sound in the darkness.He has received many kinds of combat training, and it is not uncommon for him to be more extreme and difficult than this situation.Moreover, he cannot be the only victim of the ground collapse, and the Ultramarines will definitely gather to fight the aliens.

He'll hear the voices of his sons, and he'll come—and he'll get through this with them.

With this hope in mind, his solitary journey continued for some time.He crossed the foul-smelling underground river, passed one empty grotto where the aliens lived one after another, and finally, he finally heard a little sound.

It came on a foul-smelling wind, mingled with the battle cry that Guilliman was all too familiar with.

"For Macragge!"

Robert Guilliman's eyes were fixed, and he immediately rushed in that direction.
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Marius Gage swung his sword and roared endlessly—he had already completed data analysis and theoretical deduction, and he and his brothers knew that they were going to do it in this dirty, stinking underground. What.

They're going to fight, and the fight itself doesn't require much rationality.Just stay angry.As it is now, the First Chapter Master unleashes his rage unreservedly, standing at the forefront of the line like some monstrous avatar, unleashing violence.

Every time he swung his sword, one of the aliens died, either decapitated or cut in two.The power sword is invincible even against enemies with high technology, not to mention these barbaric aliens with no clothes on.

This is the price you paid for my survival.Gage whispered in his heart, waved his hands, and the sword dance was born again.

This feat is always deadly, and he soon slashed into the depths of the xenos hordes.They jabbed at his power armor with crude stone spears, doing little damage to the paintwork.

Gage sneered and challenged them with a growl.His 62 brothers followed closely behind him, and the team grew much larger, and the firepower more than doubled—the promethium flames mercilessly burned the aliens.

They backed away screaming, flailing their hands, and rolling on the ground, trying to put it out.However, their actions only let the flames pass, and the unpleasant burning smell accompanies the burning pungent appearance, while the fighting brothers in charge of using the flamethrowers just keep roaring.

He was furious, they all were—the patience of the Ultramarines had a limit, they had been fighting underground for three hours.

A full seven and a half hours had passed since the start of the battle, half of the day had passed, time passed relentlessly, and they hadn't found any trace of the Primarch at all.Who can bear this?No one can.

After the initial questioning, no one asked Marius Gage about it anymore. They acted as if they didn't care at all, but if they didn't care, why didn't they even dare to mention it?

"For Macragge!" Gage roared and swung his sword. His voice collided and echoed between the rock walls, becoming distorted, becoming like the most terrible and most uttered by a person who lost his original mind. The voice of dementia.

Of course Gage was aware of this, but he forced himself to forget the desolation in the roar.

He has only one desire in his heart: to kill.

You didn't kill me, and now I'm here, I'm here for my Primarch, but I'm going to kill you all—!
Charge, charge, charge.He kept charging, and he swung his sword to kill one alien, and then he swung his sword to kill another.He crushed a monstrous ribcage with his shoulder, spun his wrist, and smashed a hideous head with the weighted ball on the end of his sword hilt.

Gage's face was covered with blood. He was injured and poisoned not long ago.And now he's acting like it doesn't exist at all, just killing...keep killing.

Until a voice sounded from above his head.

"For Macragge!"

—Gage raised his head subconsciously.

The voice - all too familiar to him - was the voice of Robert Guilliman!

It's him!

Marius Gage almost felt tears welling up in his eyes as he saw their Primarch rush out of the darkness, cobalt blue and rich gold shining on the armor, and the gore couldn't hide its color, just as the darkness itself couldn't hide Robert. Guilliman himself.He shows up, he kills, and they win.

"Primum." Gage put away his sword, and said in a dry voice, almost choked up. "We finally—"

"- Well done, soldier, what's your name?" Guilliman looked at him with a smile, looked at Gage with a completely strange look, and asked.

He was gentle, with a tone of earnestness, as he always did after every battle, and he used this tone to reassure them countless times.

But this time, Marius Gage fell into the abyss.

"Soldier?" Guilliman raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you? Pharmacist! Come here, there's a soldier here who needs your help!"

　One more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)