40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 169 30. One-Day War ([-])
"That's the way it is." Angron said to the holographic projection.

The blue, illusory Conrad Koz nodded in thought, he opened his mouth, and a busy tone sounded, and his own appearance became blurred, becoming like the surface of water hit by stones The shock was endless.

Angron frowned, and after a full 2 ​​minutes of waiting, the holographic image returned to normal.

"Signal interference is a bit serious," Conrad Coates said. "Let's go on, brother. You said the aliens on Harkosus II are studying how to transform humans?"

"Yes." Angron said, and he began to recall the underground facilities extending in all directions, and the people lying in the laboratory.

Those people were restrained on the cold iron platform, their skin peeled off little by little, and large chunks of blood scabs and heterogeneous protrusions wreaked havoc on those intact skins.The appearance of human beings is being melted.

The skull was swollen, and eighteen eyes emerged above the forehead.The lower jaw was separated, the skin and flesh turned into tentacles, and the teeth changed from horizontal to vertical. The entire transformation process was nakedly and bloodily exposed to everyone who entered the facility.

Those who have just been transformed can still maintain their sanity, while those who have completely lost their human appearance have lost even their consciousness.Even if they are cut by the blade, they are indifferent.

He thought for a moment, silent for a while, and then, amidst the whimpers of those who were tortured, realized that he should continue to narrate to Conrad Koz-he looked up at the hologram, but his brother snatched it. opened his mouth before him.

"Do they have this pattern on their jaws?" Curze asked, holding up his right hand.

A piece of paper then appeared, with a simple pattern on it, which looked like a dancing flame.

"No." Angron said. "I've killed a lot, but I don't see this pattern on any of them."

Curz nodded, looking thoughtful.

He sighed and said, "Now, here's a problem, brother. What happened to you on Harkosus II was not unique. My Legion and I also encountered it on Harkosus I." Same thing. And that's the problem."

"what is the problem?"

"I won't be able to explain the connection to you for a while." Conrad Koz said with a serious expression.

At this moment, even through the icy vacuum, Angron could feel the subtle changes in his brother—Konrad Curz looked much more relaxed, but he had also changed a lot.

"Then why do you have to mention it?" the Nucerian clasped his hands and deliberately asked in a reproachful tone.

Kahn, who was standing beside him, was taken aback, as was the expression on Captain Baron Benson.But, long before they realized that Angron was only joking, Conrad Curze was laughing.

"Yes." He smiled and nodded to Angron. "I did have a small change, but I still can't explain it to you."

Angron sighed, now, he really wanted to complain.He opened his mouth: "Then why do you—"

"—Bring it up?" Curz said, blinking. "Sorry, bro. But this time you asked first."

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Angron shook his head helplessly: "Did you learn to speak like this from Khalil?"

"Strictly speaking, he didn't teach me that. But since you mentioned him." Curz shrugged and stepped aside.

Another person emerged from the holographic image, and nodded to Angron calmly as a greeting.

The Nucerian breathed a faint sigh of relief, and he admitted that he had felt a sense of relief at the sight of Khalil Rohars - which of course felt irrational and logical.

But
Sometimes, rationality and logic will only have the opposite effect in front of the things they face.

"Good day, Angron," said Khalil. "I know this is not an appropriate time to greet, but, given that we are still some distance away from Harkosus III. So, how are you and your Legion?"

The Nucerian grinned, reached out, and pulled his eighth company commander into the holographic scanner: "We're fine, Khalil. Let me introduce you by the way—oh, maybe I don't have to. "

Khalil raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Karn." He nodded. "Glad to see you are safe and sound."

".Uh, Instructor Khalil. No, I mean Lord Khalil, I—" Kahn stammered, stumbling in the Primarch's restraints. "—and I'm glad to see you safe and well."

He said he was happy, but he sounded like he wished he was dead.

Angron laughed, let go of his hand, and Karn fled.Of course he doesn't care about this little thing, and so does Khalil.The holographic image smiled and shook his head: "Anyway, let's end the greeting here, Angron. You also received the call for help from the Ultramarines, right?"

"Of course." Angron narrowed his eyes, and his smile disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, he looked as majestic as a mountaintop in a storm, with hidden anger flowing on his face.

"From the Glory of Macragge, but this message was sent three hours ago. The Resolute Resolve didn't have time to replenish the Astropath, and the efficiency of the ship's communication is too low."

"Our astropaths also haven't received the message."

Khalil spread his hands. "Once is a coincidence, twice is not, Angron. Considering what we encountered on Harkosus [-], I would say that Robert may be in great danger now."

"Are you sure?" Angron asked, deep wrinkles had appeared between his brows, and the hidden anger was gradually coming from the dark to the bright.

If anything happened to Robert Guilliman. Angron could swear to the lost war dogs that he would deal with Harkosus III even more severely than he treated Harkosus II.

He will not simply cleanse the planet, he will completely destroy the place.

"I'm sure," Khalil said quietly.

He doesn't need a long speech to be convincing, but he doesn't need emotional foreshadowing to achieve his goal like a speaker. He only needs a look or a short sentence.

"And this kind of danger, I'm afraid it cannot be solved by Astartes or chainswords and bolt guns."

Angron was silent for a moment, and decided to pretend that he didn't understand what he meant—the Nucerian asked deliberately, "Then, the Stormhawk and the tank artillery?"

"Neither."

"Don't tell me you want orbital bombing, Khalil, Robert and the Ultramarines are still on that damned planet."

Khalil stared at him and shook his head: "You know what I'm talking about, Angron."

The Nucerian pursed his lips tightly, and when he spoke again, his voice had become hoarse.

"This is not your battle alone, Khalil Rohars. This is a war of three Legions, and you cannot leave us behind safe cover and cage us. This It's not protection, it's deception. And my legion has already bitten the enemy, and the war dogs have tasted the blood of that thing. We have no fear of those so-called monsters, and we will participate in this battle."

Angron waved his right hand resolutely: "——we must participate."

"Calm down, Angron."

Khalil shook his head calmly,

"I never said to exclude you from the battle. If I really mean it, Conrad Koz will come over and squeeze me out of the range of this holographic projection scanner, and then, you All I could hear was him yelling at me from the side."

"Hey--!"

"Yes, that's it, Conrad." Khalil smiled sideways. "But it needs to be louder."

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Angron took a deep breath to save himself from the embarrassing situation where the corner of his mouth twitched.He could see that Khalil and his brother were jazzing things up, but he wasn't really trying to do it right now.

"So, what do you mean?" asked the Nucerian gravely. "No, maybe I should ask a little more clearly—this time, what price are you going to pay?"

Khalil bowed his head and sighed.

"Good question," he said. "But I don't know the answer, so I cannot answer you. I can only tell you one thing, Angron."

"what's up?"

"We will win." Khalil said, his expression was calm, as if he was stating a fact.

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