40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 279 50. News from Ullanor
The loading and unloading deck of the Tridesia is currently filled with a feverish energy. Workers and sailors are walking across the deck in a hurry, and technical sergeants in charge of the logistics department are standing between them in twos and threes holding data tablets. Observe the data of various types of vehicles.

Not all of them are willing to do this work, and there are still many who want to return to the ground and take a good rest for a few days.But this is a responsibility after all, and it’s not up to you whether you want it or not.

Although there is no lack of character and ethos in the Night Blade to resist authority, no one is stupid enough to resist the authority of bombers and gunboats. Without them, how can the war proceed?

The servitors came from the other end of the hangar, with tools hanging on their bodies and pushing carts in their hands.They don't complain, and they can't complain.They just walked stupidly from the other side of the ship, and left here stupidly, returning to where they came from.

The programmed programs control their remaining consciousness to move their flesh and blood bodies filled with machinery. They are alienated, but they themselves are not aware of it at all.They are controlled by the program and will live like this throughout their lives.

But do they really have the concept of 'life'?

Sevatar watched them leave without thinking about the answer.

He stood lazily in an inconspicuous corner, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, his expression casual, even a little lazy.It's certainly not a particularly nice gesture, he almost looks like a clean version of the Nostramo gangster.

Khalil agreed to his request, so the young members of the First Company were able to stay on the Tridesia in the name of 'temporarily assisting with logistics'. This was good, in fact, it was very good.

Of course Sevatar didn't know why the Imperial Fists and Sigismund came all the way to Nostramo, but he didn't bother to care about it.

During the Great Crusade, the Astartes were spread across the galaxy, and whether you wanted to go there or not, you had to go.Sevatar didn't care about Sigismund's arrival, he only cared about when Sigismund would leave.It sounds cruel, but this is his sincerity.

He didn't really want to stay in orbit all the time. There were several large bathhouses on Nostramo specifically for the night blades, and he had been thinking about them for a long time.If he didn't get rid of Sigismund, he wouldn't be able to take a bath on the ground with peace of mind.

Since he was a child, he has always liked buildings like bathhouses, which even made him have a lot of affection for the Ultramarines.
As his thoughts drifted aimlessly, Savita felt a sense of relaxation that he had not seen for a long time.He closed his eyes and began to listen to his heartbeat.

This habit was learned from Bellos, who never wore gold-rimmed glasses.

The narrator followed them through a fallen city. When Sevatar had no time to take care of him, he killed six rebels by himself with a knife, and then strangled the last one with his hands.

When the Night Blades found him, Belros knelt among the corpses on the ground, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.When Sevatar asked him what he was doing, the narrator said that he was listening to his heartbeat.

Bellos's expression was calm at that time, and he did not feel any emotion about the killing. He was not wearing his glasses, and the emotion in his eyes was a kind of frightening indifference.

absurd.

Who would kneel inside a corpse and listen to their own heartbeat?

Thinking of this, Ye Ren could not help but sneer.

He simply opened his eyes and stopped paying too much attention to the past memories.This is not a good thing. The things he has experienced since joining the army are enough to completely change the consciousness of an ordinary person and turn them into a murderer or a madman.

These things have shaped him today, but they have also inevitably caused some changes in him.

With a mean smile on his face, Sevatar turned and left.He has completed the task of 'temporarily assisting with logistics', and the daily maintenance of the loading and unloading deck is no longer a problem that he needs to worry about.

Next, he is free to move.Whether it was to rest, meditate, or go into the training ground to vent his energy to the fighter servitors - with this thought in mind, he stepped into the dim, mist-filled corridors of the Tridesia.

However, accidents always happen first.Between tomorrow and the accident, the accident always comes first.It will stand coldly at the junction of peaceful tomorrow and today, laughing at everyone who thinks they can be mediocre and excessive.

What an asshole.

Sevatar took a deep breath.

His boots touched the cold deck. At this moment, a feeling far worse than coldness filled his body in the blink of an eye.In an instant, he seemed to have become another creature.He is no longer human, but a shining torch.

Some kind of unearthly flame spurted out from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, turning the world itself into extremely pale black and white.Sevatar lowered his head involuntarily and glanced below the deck.

His actions were no longer under his own control, but instead seemed like a machine being pulled.

At this moment, his sight penetrated the metal, machinery, and the core layer of the Tridesia that no one was allowed to pry into, and arrived at a shuttle that was moving among the stars.

The Imperial Fist named Sigismund stood next to the porthole of the shuttle, waiting for the short voyage to end.

Sevatar bent down and let out a low growl from his throat.Less human, more like a monster.A voice sounded from behind him, with a hint of obvious exclamation: "Another attack?"

"Shut up, Macharion." Sevatar said without turning around, his expression gloomy.

"Don't act so mean, brother." The man known as Markarian smirked twice. "We all know that you need to see Captain Fell for some kind of ritual on a regular basis but it seems to be happening more and more frequently lately, isn't it?"

"Do you want to enter the duel cage?" Sevita straightened up and asked softly.

"I have no objection if I fight you." Markarian said with a smile, the sarcasm in his voice was still obvious and undisguised.

Sevatar snorted and walked away - he would not admit it, but the fact was just as Markarian said, his hidden talent had been occurring more and more frequently recently.

Of course, Sevatar will not reject the power of psychic energy. He also knows how powerful his psychic talent is. The only reason that prevents him from using it or even blocking it with the help of Fel Zalost is actually very simple. .

The fate of the primarch.

He still remembered the day when Conrad Curze summoned him aboard the Nightfall.

Their primarch sat staring at him from a large armchair with a crimson back.The expression on his pale face was unpredictable, and his eyes were lifeless, definitely not the eyes that the Night Blades were familiar with.

It was already the seventh year that Khalil Lohars had become a stranger, but the Lord of the Night had not changed much. At that time, it was less than two years before he took the title of 'Lord of Blades'.
[You need to block your talents, Sai. 】

Conrad Coates said this with a calm expression and sadness in his eyes.

[This power is essentially a curse, but you are born with it.You are a cursed person, and you have entered a cursed legion like ours.In a sense, it was a perfect coincidence.But I don’t want you to be swallowed up by the curse just yet, so go find Fel Zalost. 】

Sevatar did as he was told and didn't ask why - anyway, he usually didn't use psychic powers at all. What he relied on in battle were chain halberds and bolters, not large-scale psychic spells.Blocking it was not an unacceptable thing for him, but somehow, after the blockade, his talent actually became stronger.

Occasionally, it would break free from Fel's strength and bring something to Sevatar that he could not otherwise see.Just like Sigismund on that shuttle.

Night Blade sighed in disgust. About ten minutes later, he returned to his room and changed into a training shirt.
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"Long time no see, Sevatarion," said Sigismund. "I didn't expect you to be so active."

"Are you going to fight or not?" Savita looked at him with one hand on his hip, holding a training chain halberd in his right hand.The weight was quite different from the one he was used to, but it was still within the acceptable range.

"The venue has been cleared, and the sword has been prepared for you. A two-handed sword suits your habits. So, do you want to fight or not?"

"You actually know my habits?" Sigismund raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Savita was silent for a moment and sighed: "Are you going to fight or not, cousin? My time is very tight."

The Imperial Fists laughed.

Apart from the different hair color, he is very similar to Rogal Dorn.All Astartes are like this. They already bear the mark of the demigod before they meet the Prime.

It's normal for a son to resemble his father, but it's rare to see someone like Sigismund.Unfortunately, he is smiling now, and Rogal Dorn.
"Although I am very moved, I did not come to you to seek a battle." Sigismund shook his head and put the giant sword in his hand back on the weapon rack on the side.

"I never thought about fighting you before I came here. What's more, you seem to have no enthusiasm for fighting now, Severtarion."

Savita did not deny his statement, but just smiled coldly: "How do you know that I have no idea about beating you up?"

Sigismund chose to rationally ignore Sevatar's taunt.

"Venting anger and simply enjoying fighting are two different things. Richtnar in your legion, the sword master, is a person like me. And you wield the chain halberd just to complete the task. I don't think you A moment of enjoyment or pleasure in the use of violence.”

"You and I have only met twice in total. Why do you act like you know me well?"

Sevatar asked slightly incredulously - of course his incredulity was not because of Sigismund's words, but because of his familiar attitude.

He didn't understand, how could an Emperor Fist be so easy-going?

Sigismund smiled again, and instead of answering Sevita's question, he mentioned another matter: "Do you know Ullanor, cousin?"

"Unless I'm deaf, blind and an idiot cripple."

"Have you always been so mean?" Sigismund sighed helplessly. "Well, anyway - we've won."

He deliberately left a few seconds to give Savita time to react.It's very thoughtful, but it's a pity that Ye Ren's expressionless face ruined it perfectly.

He showed no joy or any emotion.The way he looked at Sigismund made the latter feel as if he were just a wall.

"Yeah." Sevita nodded. "fine."

"." The Imperial Fist looked at him in disbelief.

"What do you mean by that look in your eyes?" Savita asked with a hint of displeasure. "This is indeed a great victory. The Luna Wolves, Ultramarines, White Scars and countless soldiers, under the leadership of the Emperor, defeated a dangerous opponent - but what does it have to do with us? We did not participate in this A war.”

"Oh!" Sigismund suddenly realized. "It turns out that you chose not to celebrate because of this. I have many brothers who think the same as you. So do I."

He sighed softly: "Who wouldn't want to fight alongside the Emperor under his direct command?"

"I don't want to," Sevita said expressionlessly. "I saw our Emperor with my own eyes. My eyes hurt for several days afterwards. Our veterans said that I was lucky. If the Emperor had been wearing golden armor, I might have been blinded on the spot."

"It's not that serious, right?" Sigismund said with some suspicion.

"Believe it or not." Sevita rolled his eyes very obviously. "Why do you think our eyepieces all have built-in light adjustment functions?"

"Okay, okay, I thought too little -" Sigismund raised his hand and apologized again and again.

"-In short, we won, and the Emperor has announced that he will hold a triumphal ceremony on the planet Ullanor. Many Primarchs and their legions have announced that they will leave, and no one wants to miss it This event.”

"Then why are you still here?" Sevita asked bluntly. "I mean, why did you come all the way here?"

Sigismund's smile finally stiffened.

"Because," he said slowly. "My primarch asked me to inform his brothers that he did not want to see anyone miss this event."

"No, I mean, here." Sevita pointed to the ground. "Tridesia, why did you have to come here, Sigismund? Wouldn't it be better to stay on Nostramo?"

The smile on Sigismund's face completely disappeared.

"Okay." He stretched out his right hand expressionlessly and took down the sword again. "Win out of three games, do you agree?"

"You're too polite, brother." Sevatar chuckled. "Let's use twelve hours as the standard and see how long we can fight."

"Okay." Imperial Fist replied through gritted teeth.

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