40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 313 33. Blood of Calth ([-])

004.M31, Calth Ground, Leptis Numinas.

"Move, you damn stupid machine!" Terrence Lyon, the security director of the Old Governor's Palace, hissed at the Thinker in front of him.

Marius Gage sat on a piece of gravel next to him. He wanted to tell the latter that such a roar would be of no use to the cogitator array, but he was too tired now and didn't want to make any noise.

The underground security fortress of the old Governor's Palace is not connected to the cave system. The former is too old, and the latter is a whim that was added only in recent years.Therefore, you can imagine what he went through for those three sets of equipment.

Gage lowered his head, and the dust fell. The gray-white dust sprinkled on his power armor and the top of his head, making him look old and haggard, like an old man in his twilight years.But that's just the surface. Beneath it, he's still Marius Gage.

The battle-hardened Chapter Leader of the Ultramarines, a superhuman, loyal heir of Robert Guilliman, and one of the Emperor's blades.

Therefore, with his excellent hearing, he still heard the explosions coming from the ground, the sound of artillery firing across the sky, and some kind of crazy chanting.

He would rather be bombarded than hear the last one, but he couldn't help hearing it, because the Word Bearers were attacking here - so he was being bombarded as well as hearing the singing.

If that doesn't sound scary enough to you, Marius Gage has another thing to say.

The Word Bearers are coming, and they have tanks and artillery and armored vehicles, they have everything, even the Baneblade.If this wasn't Leptis Numinas, if they hadn't restarted the shield system as soon as possible, then this place might have been breached long ago.

After a few minutes, security chief Terrence Lyon finally reconciled with the cogitator array, which produced calculations with extreme lag.

The security director was overjoyed and ran toward Gage with the calculation report in one hand. He handed the report to him. Gage glanced at it briefly and put the report down.

"15 minutes?" he asked. "I thought I came back with three sets of equipment and we could instantly restart the communications system, like magic. Do you know magic, Terrence?"

"Here, sir, I-"

"——What I just said was a joke, didn't you see?" Gage looked at him expressionlessly.

He was joking, but he didn't have the energy to smile anymore.

"So, 15 minutes, Terrence?" he asked again.

"Yes, sir," the security chief said through gritted teeth.

Looking at him, Gage suddenly felt that if possible, this man would eat the meditator and then become the meditator himself.

"Very good." Gage stood up. "Give me the microphone. I want to record a sound. When the communication system is restored, you will start broadcasting immediately. Broadcast around the clock. I want everyone to hear it."

"Understood, sir," Terrence Lyon said.He ran over to the cogitator and pulled a microphone from the complex instrument.Old, tatty, even with the paint peeling off.Gage looked at it and smiled suddenly.

He reached for it.

"This is Marius Gage, First Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, and these words are for all loyalists who hear them."

He held the phone a little farther away, and Terrence Lyon saw him smiling.The security chief didn't understand why Marius Gage was still laughing, but he soon understood.

"I was ordered by Robert Guilliman to go to the surface of Calth to rebuild the communication network. The Glory of Macragge is still there, and Calth has not fallen. Whether it falls depends on whether we give up the fight."

"So, whether you are a local resident, a soldier of the Imperial Army, or a soldier of the No. 13 Legion, I hope that all loyalists who hear this news will realize one thing."

"The Word Bearers are not here to conquer Calth, nor are they here to take revenge on us. They are here to exterminate. They hope to completely destroy our will to live, our souls, and even everything else that matters."

"In this way, they can hide in a dark corner and comfort themselves. They want to see us collapse in the face of destruction, and they want to have fun."

"Before the war started, they had all their plans and used all kinds of means to seize the opportunity. They were extremely despicable and extremely shameful, but they forgot who we were and where we were."

"This is Calth, and we are the Ultramarines, the Auxiliaries of Ultramar, and one of the inhabitants of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar. We are one of the thousands of shining points that make up the glory of Robert Guilliman, who is known for his We're proud that he's fighting on track and he's never giving up. And so are we."

"And I'm sure you've all heard the saying, if you're going to kill an Ultramarine, you'd better make sure he doesn't get a second chance. Now I'm going to correct that saying, if you're going to kill an Ultramarine , an Ultramar auxiliary, a native of Calth, you better make sure they don't get a second chance."

Gage took a deep breath.

"The following words are for all the Word Bearers." He closed his eyes. "I am Marius Gage and I am in Leptis Numinas."

He exhaled that breath.

"Come on," he said.

He put down the microphone, put on his helmet, and walked up with the Ultramarines, into hell.Security Director Terrence Lyon clenched his fists and began to stare at the Thinker. He wondered if he had a mental problem. Terrence suddenly felt that the latter's speed had become faster.He stared at the screen, trying to decide if he was going crazy.

He did not.

The speed of the cogitator array began to increase.
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004.M31, Calth orbit, Night Soul.

The Night Blades have always been good at joining gangs to fight. To be honest, what can be like this that allows them to unleash their talents?
Hunt enemies in dark and narrow corners, spread fear, and wield blades. Every night blade is a master of gang fighting. This is not an acquired training, but a choice born in genes, a kind of nature.

A primal urge to kill.

The same was true for Fer Zalost, but he didn't expect that one day he would be the target of being ganged up on, and moreover, he would be ganged up on by a demon, which was really strange.

Yes, the demons were coming - Feier's feeling was correct, there was indeed something chasing him.

They jumped out of every porthole of the Night Soul. If other legions were here, they might feel a little at a loss about the current situation.

But Night Blade would not. Every one of them had expected this and had accepted it.Some of them even hear whispers from the void when they kill demons, and Fell is one of them.

Moreover, he knew what it was and what it represented.But he didn't have time to pay attention to it at the moment, so he began to let it go.

So he started killing faster and faster.

"Seriously, I think we can consider starting the election of the next third company commander." Adbeman Basili, Feier's adjutant said.

There were corpses scattered behind him. Some were killed by him, some were killed by others, but most of them were killed by Feier on his own.The third captain of the Night Blade, whose swordsmanship was not very good, suddenly turned into a master of swordsmanship. It was as terrifying as if Richtnar of the eighth company was suddenly possessed.

"I see that you are not going to die soon, company commander. Considering my status as an adjutant, I will recommend myself first."

"Can you not talk?"

Feir finally responded and raised his sword to kill a demon that looked like a hound.

The thing fell under his sword, and the body gradually twisted, suddenly igniting into dark flames.In this flame, it disappears into nothingness.At the moment of complete disappearance, everyone heard a trembling bark belonging to a hound, full of fear.

Adebeman whistled frivolously, fired towards the end of the corridor, and told his company commander: "I can, but can you recommend me first, company commander? I think I am very qualified."

Feier ignored him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In fact, he had been prepared for this matter many years ago, but he did not expect to feel like this.
He clenched the sword in his hand, his mind suddenly rose to a higher horizon, and a pale palace began to burn in front of his eyes.

The dead stood up from the distant wasteland, and some approached him and began to murmur their thanks and say something.Others stretched out their withered fingers and healed his wounds with dark flames, but asked him to kill more.

Feir didn't respond to any of them, whether it was thanks or requests, he ignored them. He just held the sword and told himself, I want to go back and kill more.

The next second, he opened his eyes.

"Company commander, your eyes are on fire. Wow, I really didn't expect that I could see such a thing." Adbeman said. "Am I having a mental problem?"

"Yes, you suffered from mental illness a long time ago," Fair told him. "Do you want to know the treatment?"

"You want me to be the third company commander?"

"You bastard," Fair said. "Take people back to the bridge and tell Captain Djoko and the escort fleet that we are going to start moving."

"Where?"

"Close to Macragge's Glory and prepare to join the gang. The Ultramarines need our help, or in other words, my help." Fell said.

His eyes had completely disappeared, the gray-white color no longer existed, leaving only two burning black flames, extremely strong.

"Then we might as well prepare a shuttle for you. You sound like an arrogant bastard." Adebeman sighed. "Okay, third company commander. Don't forget that I am your adjutant."

"Get out of here!" Fair yelled at him. "I won't die today!"

Yes, he will die, but not today.

　This chapter was 3k, today is 9k.Fight again tomorrow.

　　Tired, sleep (
　　
　
(End of this chapter)