40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 214 39. Friendly communication (two in one)

Khalil watched calmly as the iron bird took off.

It does not rely on the flapping of its wings to obtain flight power. The reason why the four steel wings vibrate is just because of the program settings.Rogal Dorn stood beside him, gazing side by side as it receded, speechless.

The cold wind howled, and the cries of merchants under the city wall could be heard clearly.Devout believers who have traveled thousands of miles to kneel here and worship, usually with a book hanging on their waists.

It was the work of Lorgar Aurelion, who enjoyed the privilege of preaching in an empire that strictly prohibited religion, which was very ironic.

As soon as this religion of worshiping the emperor emerged, it quickly reacted with the long-standing trend of deifying the emperor in the empire. The sect resulting from the combination of the two was unimaginably complex. However, these believers had a strong relationship with each other. They get along quite harmoniously.

Dorn had no idea where this would ultimately lead, but to him, if it was the Emperor's tacit approval, then so be it.

Faith makes the majority strong.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fist thought, raised his head, and watched the falcon disappear between the mountains before looking back.

He looked at Khalil Lohars, whose expression made him feel a rare and rare impulse at this moment - Dorn did not suppress himself, he asked directly.

"You seem a little sad." He asked without questioning.

"Is it so obvious?" Khalil replied slightly surprised. "I thought I covered it up well enough."

Donn nodded and said nothing more, as if this sentence was enough.

He didn't ask the reason, didn't get to the bottom of it, and didn't even bother to say a single unnecessary word. He just continued to lower his head and began to fiddle with the instrument in his hand.After a few minutes, he put it down.A young man wearing bright yellow armor walked over.

He was wearing a MK3 but no helmet.There was a wary look on the face, and Dorn knew it was more than just the fact that he was about to speak to his primarch.

"Sir." The young man greeted, his voice was very serious, almost like a battle report. "A group of barbarians are causing trouble in the second labor residence."

"Where did it come from?" Donne asked simply.

"From Dolhod," said the young man. "They asked us to distribute more food and money, otherwise they would go on strike."

"Are they being underpaid?"

"As far as I know, no." The young man frowned. "They did a good job before, and we rewarded them in accordance with the regulations."

"Greed." Dorn shook his head. "Just give me a warning. If you cause trouble again, you will be punished by law."

"As you command." The young man lowered his head, performed the eagle salute, and left.

Dorn watched him go away and nodded slowly.

"Sigismund." He spit out a name, his tone slightly changing.

"A new recruit, but very talented and with excellent grades. Even if I arranged for him to be the security director instead of the company commander or non-commissioned officer, he would not complain. If everything goes well, he will be able to join the main force in about four months. Participated in the sweep of the Pacific Star Territory."

"Why did you mention this to me specifically?"

"He just kept observing you out of the corner of his eye, Khalil, don't say you didn't notice this."

"He's curious about me?"

Dawn turned his head and glanced up and down at Khalil.This look would be offensive to anyone else, but not to him.

Rogal Dorn's upright character and his never-turning character make him more 'tolerable'.Khalil stood there and even raised his hand, accepting the review graciously.

"Your height." After examining it, Dorn explained.

"This is the first thing he is curious about you. You are too tall, Khalil. I think maybe only Vulcan can compete with you in height, but you don't look strong."

"Most civilians who have never seen the Astartes will suffer from a disease when they see them in person. This disease is called transhumanophobia. They will become afraid of the Astartes and then believe that they are not worthy of the Astartes. Belonging to humans. Although there are many mistakes in this matter, it is still within the scope of understanding. It is impossible for a civilian to understand the existence of the Astartes."

Dawn paused for a moment, and his tone became a little less decisive.He seemed a little uncomfortable with what he was about to say, but he still forced himself to finish.

"The Astartes are far superior to them," the Primarch said with some pain, before quickly returning to normal.

"I don't like this statement, but it is the fact. For the Astartes, your presence will also trigger their phobia of supermen. You are too tall, not strong but full of danger. And you It’s not the original body, you can tell that at a glance.”

"Can you tell just by looking at it?"

"Yes, you can tell at a glance." Dorn sighed. "Anyone, even a barbarian who has never read, will realize something when he sees a Primarch. It is as if someone has programmed them to make worship, disgust and love all come together. Welling up from the bottom of my heart.”

"Then, the second point is that you are from the Midnight Blades and you are their instructor. Sigismund was born during the Unification War and he later became an orphan. A certain recruiting officer of the Eighth Legion once found Him, but he was more compatible with my gene seed in the test, so he came to the Imperial Fist. I'm afraid this is the second reason why he is curious about you."

"Is there a third point?" Khalil asked with a slight smile.

"Yes." Dorn nodded seriously. "You stand with me."

Khalil finally couldn't help but smile: "Some people actually said you have no sense of humor, Roger."

"Indeed I didn't." Dorn turned his head and continued to maintain his expressionless face. "I'm just trying to make you less sad."

"You've succeeded." Khalil replied softly. "Do you have any plans for the afternoon, Roger?"

"No, my work has basically been completed. I have submitted the design drawings of Terra's fortifications. If my father still needs it, he should send the Imperial Guard to me."

"Well, how about you do us a favor?"
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A dense crowd surrounded a huge training cage. Four specially reinforced steel pillars supported its edges, and a spiked iron mesh formed the wall.

The flags of the Imperial Fist and the Midnight Blade were slowly fluttering directly above the training cage.Needless to say, you can understand what this venue is used for.

There were two warriors standing in the training cage. The man on the left was muscular and had a very obvious burn on his chest, which was the mark of the Imperial Fist. He was holding a blunt training sword in his hand.

The person standing on the right is very pale and thinner.His muscle lines looked smoother, his arms hung naturally, and the two short knives were close to his wrists.

"Give him a hard time, Shen." Saiweita said softly in the audience. "You are the first one to go on stage. If you lose, you are dead. Do you understand?"

Shen looked over without saying a word, his gaze lasting for a long time. Saiweita frowned, and his anger flashed past.Just when it was about to rise, Shen nodded.

"I'll try my best," he said.

The battle started immediately after half a minute. Neither fighter was wearing armor, which made the battle a bit too intense.

Shen's opponent is named Alctoro, who is also a recent recruit.He fought fiercely, which was completely different from the rigidity of the Imperial Fists that Sevatar imagined.He moved with the will to win, training his blunt sword to dance in the air like a poisonous snake.

Compared to him, Shen's fight was a little more difficult, but he still didn't lose his own style.

Calm and calm, his pace was not disturbed at all by his opponent's continuous attacks. Despite this, Savita still couldn't figure out how Shen could win.

The key point in combat is to control distance. Swords have a natural advantage in distance compared to daggers, and this advantage cannot be erased casually.

Arcturro could easily use the advantage of attack distance to drive Shen into a comfortable distance, but Shen could not rush forward rashly and let the short sword exert its most terrifying power.He had to be careful at all times to avoid getting hit in the vital parts by the blunt sword.

Savitar turned his head carefully and glanced to the right of the crowd.There were three people standing side by side, they were Roger Dorn, Konrad Curze and Khalil Lohars.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists was serious, as rumored.But so do the Lords of the Night Blades.In fact, Sevita could not think of any time when Conrad Coates looked more serious than he did today - even when he scolded Sevita and Shen that day, he did not have such a straight face.

Khalil Lohars was different. He folded his hands and leaned against the wall to watch the battle, acting as confident as ever.

Savita felt relieved.He withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the battle. Shen's experience was not beyond his expectation - he was indeed forced into a corner by Alctoro.

This is not fair!Sevatar grinned angrily and sneered.

Recruit?How could a new recruit wield a sword so skillfully as if he had killed hundreds of people?He must have experienced more than one actual combat mission!

Damn it, Shen, use your steps to confuse him!Get close to him and use your best analytical skills to knock this bastard down and give him a taste of Nostramo greetings!
Let’s put aside Sevatar’s slander against the Imperial Fists for now, and focus back on Shen.

He was fighting and had no retreat at this moment. His back was already leaning on the spikes of the iron net, and the stinging pain reminded him that it was time for you to step forward.

The same was true for his opponent. Arcturro stood upright with his sword in both hands.There was an invitation in his eyes that was ready to go - he seemed to hope that Shen would take the initiative to attack to bring this battle to a perfect end.

Do you want me to be a good stepping stone?

Shen smiled.

He retracted his swords and held them tightly against his wrists for the second time in the battle, holding them in an unusual way.His thumb, ring finger and little finger held the handle of the knife, while his index finger and middle finger stuck to the surface of the knife.

Arcturro frowned, wondering what his opponent meant by this and why he took the initiative to put away his weapon in such a suicidal way - but he was no longer prepared to wait any longer.

Imperial Fist rotated his wrist and stepped forward.The waist was strong, the muscles swelled, and the arms were swung, swinging the sword like a hammer.Savita narrowed his eyes and was already thinking about how he would make this guy lose face when he went up.

However, he did not see the miserable defeat he imagined.

Sevatar's eyes widened suddenly.

Facing the sword blade, Shen did not retreat.He faced the sword directly, lowered his body and rushed forward.Arcturro's indomitable sword power did not stop due to the enemy's sudden charge, it was still slashing towards the predetermined trajectory.

But Shen was no longer in the original place, and Arcturro let out a short and rapid cry, seemingly in confusion.

He didn't understand why his mediocre opponent could burst out with such great speed all of a sudden, but Savita and others in the audience saw it clearly - Shen didn't avoid Arcturro's sword through speed at all. Blade, but pace.

An almost gliding pace.

Savita didn't look any further, he already knew who would win.He turned his head and looked at their instructor, just in time to see Khalil's smile.

On the stage, Arcturro fell down as if he had been electrocuted.The Night Blades roared like a mountain and a tsunami in great joy, and Sevatar was the loudest one among them.

Just now, Shen stabbed several vital points of his opponent with a short knife after dodging the sword blade. Although the short knife was not sharpened, the impact it brought should not be underestimated.Already, terrible bruises began to appear on Arcturro's body.

Shen silently put the dagger back into his belt and picked up the training dagger.It seemed that he wanted to return it to Arcturro, or put it in Arcturro's open palm.

However, at this moment, a stopping voice sounded from the audience.

"You don't have to do that, Shen of Midnight Blade." Someone in the crowd said. "I'm going to keep using it."

Shen looked towards the audience and saw a young man walking towards here.As he walked, he took off his clothes.

He had short, dark blond hair that was messy and almost looked like it had been windblown for hours.He was also very handsome, with sapphire blue eyes, but there was no hesitation in them.

Shen frowned.

His back that had just been straightened unconsciously bent down again, and he had entered a fighting posture again.The discussion among the onlookers fell into silence for a moment due to the young man's words. The person who broke the silence was Sevita.

"Who are you?" he shouted rudely. "The rules don't say this is a wheel battle. Moreover, this is an exchange meeting for new recruits. Do you look a little too old?"

"Is appearance important to us?" the young man, who looked far more like a human being than Bivetta, asked back. At this moment, he had already boarded the training cage.Arcturro was dragged out by him and handed over to other Emperor Fists in the audience.

"I am indeed a new recruit of the Imperial Fists. I have never been on a combat mission. My name is Sigismund. Now, I want to fight you, Shen of the Midnight Blade."

He stretched out his hand towards Shen and asked him for the sword that once belonged to Alctoro: "Are you willing?"

Shen nodded towards him, handed the sword over, and immediately turned his head and said something to him before Savita could speak.

"The rules don't say that wheel fighting is not allowed, Savita."

"You-" Sevatar took a deep breath. "——Okay, then just fight. For Yongye's sake, I will pray for you."

Turning his head back silently, Sigismund nodded politely to him. He held the blunt sword in his right hand, with the tip of the sword hanging to the ground, and his posture was relaxed.

"Shen?" he said. "Is it just heavy?"

"Yes."

"You have a rare name. It's very short, but easy to remember. How did you defeat Arcturro just now? Simple steps cannot achieve that kind of gliding effect."

"This is a secret, I'm sorry I can't tell you."

Shen took off the short knife from his waist and raised his fists as if he was about to have a boxing fight.The spine of the knife was close to his wrist, and he stared at Sigismund's wrist and shoulder with an almost sharp look.

"Are you here to fight me, or are you here to ask questions?"

"All of them," Sigismund replied.

The next second, the battle started instantly.

The blunt sword and the dagger collided with each other, echoing the beating of the heart like the drums in music.Shen's face condensed into a ferocious mask. He was rarely so full of emotions.The dagger danced, airtight, and he really started to attack.

His posture was very wild, completely different from his repeated concessions when facing Alctoro.The two knives were whirring as they sliced ​​through the air like whirlwinds. Even if they were not sharpened, they could not hide their bloodthirsty heart at this moment.

Sigismund was very calm. He hardly waved his arms widely. All resistance and attacks were brought about by the light operation of shoulders and wrists.

The sword blade and the dagger continued to collide, and during the flash and jump, the discussion in the audience gradually died away, and people began to watch the battle attentively.On the other side of the audience, Siani and Richtnar, who were standing together, shook their heads together.

"Shen is going to lose." Siani said with a sigh. "I originally thought his growth rate and talent were already amazing, but I didn't expect there was someone who could be even better."

Richtnar remained silent. He stared coldly at the man waving the sword on the stage, with a rare desire in his eyes.

This desire was different from the excitement when he faced Khalil, but another kind of fervor when a poisonous snake tried to hunt - his vision was so sharp that he seemed to want to peel off Sigismund's skin and twitch, and eat him alive.

Siani naturally felt the sight. He sighed and said, "You're not like this, are you, Richter? This is an exchange meeting for recruits."

"He won't be a recruit any time soon." Richtnar answered Siani's words in a soft voice, and at the same time, he began to walk forward.

"What are you going to do? You don't want to interrupt the battle, Richtenar, are you crazy?"

"No," Richter said without turning around. "I just want to remind Severtalion a few words. Apart from him, there is probably no one else in our two teams of recruits who can fight against this guy named Sigismund."

　One more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)