40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 281 1. Riemann Russ
The deck shook as the Thunderhawk slowly entered the atmosphere.Khalil leaned against the porthole, tilting his head and staring at the scene below.

He had never seen the orcs that once filled Ullanor, but it was easy to see how much effort the laborers, servitors, and Mechanicus responsible for the transformation had put into it.

Mountains were flattened, and all landforms such as hills or plains were changed, and the land is now paved with granite.They were brought from all over the galaxy, and the Rogue Traders made great efforts to make them possible.

Their efforts were not disappointed. The entire land mass now showed the pale white color of granite behind the thin clouds, and there were also huge craters deliberately left, which were full of promethium and were burning at the moment.

The pillar of fire rose from the sky, not enough to touch the Thunder Eagle, but enough to turn the sky red.Amidst the smoke and dust, millions of skinned green heads were nailed on both sides of the road, turning them into another landscape.

At the end of the pale white granite road, there is a golden platform shining in the sun.

Khalil glanced at it, then turned back to look at the other Titans.

He really couldn't bear it, it was too golden, and his eyes were so sore that he almost wanted to cry.

The Titans were on the other side of the road. They stood with the armored vehicles and the Imperial troops, looking majestic in the raised battle flags.

Khalil observed them carefully for a while and nodded involuntarily - good things, really good things. After seeing them several times, he felt they were good things.

The Thunder Eagles drove on their own for a while. The Eighth Army's Thunder Eagle formation was not the first to land, but it was not the last to land either.

There were still a few open spaces next to the already allocated helipad where no airships had been parked. Looking at this scene, Khalil pressed the switch of the hatch, and the hot air from the outside world immediately hit his face.

The smell of promethium is scattered in the air, but besides them, there is another smell that silently announces its arrival.

A historical point?Khalil thought so and looked back.

The first company's detachment silently stared back behind him. The first company's command team headed by Van Cleef all put on Hades model Terminator power armor. The luxurious scene was even for today's Eighth Legion. in this way.

He turned his head and walked out of the cabin.Conrad Curze stepped off the other Thunderhawk, his face tense.

Behind him were two officials, a man and a woman, chattering: "Sir, the clothes you chose are too ordinary for such an occasion!"

"I know, I know," Curze said deadpan. "But what's wrong with black? I just like black."

"But, sir!" screamed the woman among the officials, her right arm still covered with several pieces of clothing that were too bulky for her.This lady is already very tall, and her legs have been modified to be at least two meters tall, but these clothes can still almost submerge her whole body.

"This is Ullanor!" she said hoarsely.

"Then what happened?" The Lord of Night sighed helplessly, his face filled with a kind of despair that remained after being bombarded with loud voices.

"Don't Ulanor allow people to appear in black clothes? I just like black, so stop saying that I can't wear those palace-style tight tops you chose."

"But it'll definitely look good on you."

The man spoke, insisting on the woman's point of view.He held his head high, acting very professional and proud: "Please believe me, sir. Our taste was once praised by Lord Fulgrim. Isn't this enough to prove something?"

Cozz pursed his lips, raised his head and muttered: "That's why I don't want to wear the clothes you chose."

He was pestered by them for a while longer, but the Primarch was the Primarch after all. After Curze made a serious face, the two officials reluctantly left.

He turned back three times with a strong desire in his eyes - Khalil didn't know what they were longing for, which was really strange.However, when he thought about Conrad Coates walking with them because they had to choose clothes, Khalil felt a smile in his heart.

"Are you really going to wear all black?" Khalil asked as he approached him.

"What's wrong?" The Lord of Night shrugged. "I'm too lazy to wear those clothes that weigh more than ten pounds like everyone else. Think about it, Khalil."

"Thinking about what?"

Conrad Coates made a gesture and spoke at length.

"A huge cloak with decorations that needs someone to hold it up from behind. Gold, emerald, silver, super long tassels that hang from the shoulders to the ground, ritual weapons that have no other function except to look good and irritate you, and even Hairstyles need to be redesigned.”

"It sounds okay." Khalil commented noncommittally.Curze gave him an unspeakable look and quickly realized what a trick he was playing.

The Lord of Night sneered: "Of course it's okay if you don't wear them, instructor."

"Why did your tone just now sound so like Fulgrim?"

"Where is it like?"

"It's similar everywhere." Khalil shook his head, and the shadow climbed up from the gaps in the skeleton armor, forming a skull face on his face.His eyes were gloomy and his bones were pale. He didn't look like someone who should appear at such a grand event.

More Thunder Eagles belonging to the Eighth Legion slowly descended from the sky, and the company reorganized. The ghosts from the dark world stood on the land of Ullanor wearing gloomy armor.

They remained silent and left quickly - the Astartes were also assigned their positions. There would be a grand military parade later, and they could not miss it.

Suddenly, only Khalil and Conrad Coates were left here.They looked at each other and noticed some intention of the other.

"Should we not go there for now?" Cozz asked meaningfully.

"Which way?" the skeleton asked quietly.

"You have to ask knowingly, don't you?" "Yes." Khalil chuckled.

"Let's go find the others first." The Lord of Night ignored his laughter and made a decision immediately. "Look for those who just landed. I don't want to walk over there now."

He turned around and walked to the other side with his head held high.

Khalil floated behind him like a ghost, his body barely moving, the shadow cloak like a living creature surging under his feet, his voice was equally soft: "Why? You plan to form a gang like a child ?"

"No," said the Primarch. "I just simply don't want to go over there right now."

"why?"

"Do you have to ask clearly?" Coz sighed deliberately. "Don't be like that, Khalil. There are many reasons why I don't want to go there now, and one of them is because I want to catch up on old times in advance."

"with who?"

"You'll know." Kurtz promised in a mysterious tone - he was right, Khalil did quickly know who the target was.

He looked at the barbarian in front of him with slight surprise, and the latter also looked at him surrounded by wolves.There was only one glance, but the look was meaningful enough.

Then the Primarch, wrapped in the fur of the beast, grinned, strode over, and greeted his brother with a wild grin, his canine teeth gleaming in the air.

"Conrad Curze!" The giant wolf from Fenris strode forward without hesitation, giving the Lord of the Night a warm embrace as if he was about to attack someone.Although the latter was uncomfortable with it, he still allowed him to do it.

However, complaints are inevitable.

"Do you have to come here like this every time you meet me?" Cozz asked with a frown, pretending to be displeased.

Leman Russ was not frightened by this expression, and he laughed again.His blond hair, braided into a warrior braid, was blowing in the wind, and his hair was so luxuriant that it almost looked like sideburns rather than hair.

"Yes!" The Wolf Lord smiled playfully, reaching out and patting his brother on the shoulder. "You didn't really refuse! If you wanted to refuse, you would have run into the darkness like our crow!"

"I don't think your nose can't smell the darkness"

"Smelling and seeing are two different things—" Ruth shrugged. "—By the way, Corax hasn't arrived yet."

"I knew he wasn't here," Coates said. "If he arrives, I will bring him to you."

"Oh, don't. I thank you for your kindness, but you'd better stop doing this."

Ruth raised his hands exaggeratedly, his tone was funny, but his expression was serious.The wolf king obviously had his own ideas. Kalil glanced past him and looked behind him.

Ruth's wolf pack was pacing slowly, instinctively responding to his gaze with some uneasiness.They had been relaxed before he looked over, but not now.Some of them could not help but bend down and growl from their throats.

Ruth raised his right hand without looking back, and in an instant, all the visions disappeared.

The Wolf King raised his head and glanced at Khalil, his expression still relaxed.Khalil nodded apologetically, but the latter smiled again and returned to the conversation.

"Listen, Conrad, I will handle the matter between him and me myself. I don't want other people to get involved, okay? Just like the conflict between me and Leon, I can't handle it now." Is it good?"

"Are you sure?" Coz narrowed his eyes. "You said it well, are you referring to the fight between the two of you?"

"That's not a fight. It's normal for brothers to fight." Leman Russ told him extremely seriously. "Ordinary brothers will fight over a small conflict, let alone a group of arrogances like us? He kept his hand, and so did I, otherwise"

"Otherwise what?"

"Nothing." Russ grinned and finally looked at Khalil formally. "So - instructor, right?"

Khalil nodded.

"I have long admired your name." The Fenrisian suppressed his smile and put on a serious face in an instant.His voice was full of energy, but his expression was serious, as if he were facing the legendary King of Kraken in Fenris.

"You're as tall as you're told," Ruth said. "At least taller than me, but you're not strong enough."

"I don't need to be too strong." Khalil raised his hand and pulled off the skull face.He could have just let it turn into a shadow and dissipate, but he didn't.Sometimes, the more conventional approach is better.

"Everyone needs to be strong!" Ruth's eyes widened. "How can you do it without being strong! Don't you think Conrad is a little too thin? He eats very little at every banquet! He should be like me!"

"Don't bring me into your conversation." Cozz said quietly.

Khalil smiled. He could hear the metaphor hidden in Ruth's words.It was a gentle exhortation, thoughtful, but Ruth made it look like a simple joke.

"He is indeed a little thin. But that is everyone's own choice." Khalil replied gently. "I will not interfere with these choices of his, what do you think, Lord Russ?"

"Don't call me sir." Ruth waved his hands repeatedly. "I know what you do. If you call me that, my brothers may have to call me uncle in the future - don't you think so, Magnus? Come here! How about calling me Uncle Russ?"

He shouted loudly at a group of people passing by, and the red-skinned giant at the head frowned unbearably.

　The update is complete, I will update it today, organize the outline of the new volume, and prepare to start coding and updating, otherwise I may not be able to make it in time for Christmas.

　　
　
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