40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 317 37. Blood of Calth (5, [-]k)

004.M31, Calth orbit, Macragge's Glory.

There had never been a moment in his life when Felzalost was in so much pain.The angry flames burned him, and even his blood was boiling. Feier could even taste the bitter taste of ashes.

He knew where the smell came from.

He held the sword and rushed towards a group of howling demons. They looked like surging darkness, with countless pairs of scarlet eyes of the tragic dead hanging on their ferocious dog heads.The sword blade passed by, and the flames enveloped those eyes and began to burn. The demons screamed, but Feier completely ignored them.

He had no time for these filthy evil things. If he were in another place, maybe he would be willing to taste their despair, but not now.Now, he has more pressing things to do.

And, it has to be fast.
It had to be done before he completely crossed that line.

Feir clenched his power sword and floated away from the melting corpses of the dog-headed demons like a ghost. The way and speed he moved completely subverted the human understanding of the word 'movement'.

He can appear in two places at the same time in one second and swing his sword down at the same time, causing fire to fall on another group of evil beings.He can also walk through burning wreckage without paying a penalty, leaving a burning trail in the air whenever he moves.

They were not hallucinations, but traces of something real, and the air began to burn with them.The eyepieces of all the Astartes present began to show erroneous readings, telling them that the air here was decreasing and flowing away, and that the temperature was plummeting.

In the blink of an eye, the main bridge of Macragge's Glory suddenly changed from a terrifying shadow world full of evil things to another appearance.

Black flames burned everywhere, every bolt screamed in terror, and cables danced and trembled like living creatures.Electric currents and slight explosions erupted from the remains of the destroyed instruments, and even the dust in the air was burning.

Felzalost ran towards the holographic projection table.

He finally arrived here. The light around it was still distorted. Countless ghosts and monsters were peeking at their world from behind these lights. Some of them had already received permission to come, so they rushed into the light and finally passed through. The blood of innocents has successfully reached the world of the living.

Feir swung his sword to kill a group of them. His pale face had begun to crack, and ashes hung upside down from it, dancing in the air. His eyes were burning, and some emotion darker than anger surged deep in his burning eyes. .

Looking at those lights, Fel suddenly roared - he heard the sound that Robert Guilliman couldn't hear, nor Lorgar Aurelion, not even the dead themselves could hear. But he heard it. I heard.

He heard the screams of every dead man as the Calth starport shattered, and he heard every whisper on the ground of Calth.Some are confused and have not yet realized that the end is coming, while others are extremely crazy and their voices are furious, making the listeners enter a state of empathy.

This is how they got here, this is why
die!die!They must die!They must pay for it!Revenge, I must avenge the wrongful death, I must kill everyone related to this matter, everyone must die, I must cut off 5000 million heads as a sacrifice——

--Do not!

Fair woke up with a start.

He did not dare to hesitate any longer and immediately raised the sword in his hand high.

At this moment, the molecules that make up the essence of this power sword have fundamentally changed, and the decomposition force field has disappeared, replaced by dark flames.The inscriptions on the sword began to deform, and sentences representing hatred were engraved in words that humans could not understand.

Its gauntlets were lengthened and became more ferocious, more like a pair of horns.The same is true for the sword body. Some serrations that should not appear on a power sword appeared inexplicably, and each one looked like a scarlet gem.

The next second, Feir roared and swung down the blade.

No demon aboard Macragge's Glory could stop him at this moment, not even a demon could stand in front of this sword at this moment.Before his sword touched them, they began to burn.

A thousandth of a second, or 1000 million years later, the sword cut deeply into the holographic projection platform.

The world stood still, time stopped flowing, and everyone's eyes moved to it at this moment.Robert Guilliman did the same, and he saw it more clearly than the others.

Through the distorted light, he could see large swaths of waiting demons, and a man standing between them, Lorgar Aurelion.

The real Lorgar Aurelion.

He was bleeding and crying.

In a stagnant world, the forge in Robert Guilliman's chest began to rage.He took a step forward and instinctively tried to call, but Luo Jia had disappeared.The demons covered him, leaving only darkness and pain.

The disorderly chaos in the subspace surged forward, and he tried to enter reality through the gap opened by the holographic projection platform, but was blocked by a sword.

To be precise, he was blocked by someone.

Guilliman looked at Felzalost, who was half-kneeling on the ground at some point. His body was covered with cracks, and countless ashes were hanging upside down from it.

The Lord of Macragge shrank his pupils and spoke instinctively: "Pharmacist!"

His voice echoed smoothly in the bridge, and the world returned to normal.

Gunfire rang out, and Robert Guilliman rushed to Fel Zalost's side.The latter was half-kneeling on the ground quietly, his hands having already left the sword.As if aware of Guilliman's arrival, Fel slowly raised his head.

His face at this moment horrified the Primarch.

The eye sockets were blackened, and burning lines flickered ominously around them, but two tiny flames danced where the eyes should have been.Feir's skin is no longer pale, but has turned pale after being burned, like the color of ashes, and is full of cracks, like ceramics that are about to break.

"The sun." Feier said with difficulty, his voice switching back and forth between hoarse and overlapping. "My lord, the sun"

"I have no time to worry about the sun right now - Apothecary!" Guilliman turned to the other end of the bridge and roared. "I need a pharmacist here!"

"I will not die, my lord." Feier stopped him slowly. "At least not today. Death has left a mark on my body, but today is not the day for it to rip out my throat. But you need to be careful about the sun, my lord."

What happened to the sun?
Two seconds later, Robert Guilliman had his answer.There was a burst of extremely dazzling light from the corner of his eye, like a supernova explosion - when he turned his head to observe, he realized that it was really an exploding star.

The Veridian system's sun is exploding.

But this is not the end, this is just the beginning.A shiver ran up Guilliman's spine, and the fire in the forge in his chest finally became calm at this moment.At the same time, Fel Zalost's voice that seemed to be about to break slowly sounded.

"They transformed it," said the Night Blade's Third Captain. "This is a kind of magic, a sacrifice, a way to create more horrific carnage in our world. They want to artificially create a nightmare that isolates Terra from us. A storm, my lord, that's what they're doing."

Robert Guilliman was silent for a moment as he watched the sun expand.

"what should I do?"

Roboute Guilliman asked softly amid the violent flashes of bolters, blades, daemons and suns.

"Kill." Feier replied decisively. "This is the only way, let's fight our way back to Terra."
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004.M31, Cous ground, 22 kilometers east of the Army assembly point in the Roude department.

Sevatar climbed up from one of the corpses and shouldered another Word Bearer away from him.He was very lucky that this guy's body did not deform with the power armor. The latter fell to the ground with the bolt gun in his hand raised.Oh, no.Don't even think about it.

Exhausted, Sevatar kicked the gun out of the Word Bearer's hand and kicked the latter hard on the forehead.The man's neck made a dull sound and tilted at a strange angle.The heavy rain rushed in, hitting his face with a thud.

Savita stood there, slightly lost in thought.He originally wanted to appreciate the good thing he had done, and then taunt the corpse with a few words, such as: The most important thing in battle is to maintain balance. Cousin, you must not forget this.
He failed, however, as two bolt rounds struck his shoulder armor.

Sevatar immediately started running. He rushed back to the corpse and pulled out his chain halberd from the latter's chest.Dark blood spurted out from the wound, and the flesh and blood that made up the body was hissing, disintegrating and melting, but Savita was not in the mood to care so much.

He stared closely into the forest, the thick fog disappeared, and it was extremely dark.His observation yielded results seconds later—no results.

The attacker was not among the trees.

Following instinct, Sevatar raised his head.

"die--!"

Something roared and jumped down from above him. Corrosive blood-red saliva spurted out from the ferocious mandibles like insect mouthparts. Savita was unable to dodge and was thrown to the ground. The saliva immediately began to penetrate his thick body. breastplate.

Sevatar tried to fight back, but in the next few seconds, the only sounds he could hear were the cracking of ceramic steel and the muffled sound of his own bones. He also tasted the taste of blood, his own.

The thing finished its swing and picked him up with a wild laugh. Savita squinted and saw a raised scarlet claw.Human hand bones and demonic flesh and blood merged with each other, and the ceramite armor was used as filling, making it look extremely strange.

If nothing else happens, this thing will turn his head into several pieces in half a second.

The Nostramo sighed, and regardless of the pain, he quickly raised his right hand, and the accident happened.

The roar of the chain saw flashed by, and a human-sized arm fell to the ground. Sevatar immediately rolled away from the place.

Siani's voice sounded mockingly in his heart.

You see, Yago, this is why I keep telling you to hold on to your weapon on the battlefield, even if your fingers are broken, you have to make sure the weapon is in your hand.Are my suggestions effective?Will you ever leave weapons on the ground or in other people's bodies in the future?
Yes, yes, I heard you, you long-winded old thing.After all these years, why can your voice still mock me at this moment?
Siani from Terra didn't answer, of course he didn't, he was far away on the other side of Calth now.

For half a second, Sevatar stood up from the ground bleeding, but the attacker disappeared again.The scene of cutting off the arm looked horrifying, but Savita knew in his heart that for these things, this kind of injury was not even considered a minor injury.

He began to move cautiously, breathing heavily and looking very weak.His opponents were fooled, as they always were, not very cautious, not very smart, and they had the capital to do so.

Sevatar raised his hand and used the rotating monomolecular saw blade of the chain saw to block an incoming sharp claw.The bones that made up the thing began to shatter, and the fragments flew away, but its owner began to laugh loudly, and the sounds overlapped like two people talking.

"We know you, Yago Severtarion," he said, low and malicious. "We want to taste your flesh and see if it's different from your brothers and we'll eat your face, just like we eat everyone else's."

"So you're a face-eater?" Sevatar asked, swallowing a mouthful of blood. "So you are a bug. No wonder you are so ugly. Hey, but I want to ask something, why do you call yourself us? Even Ogryn wouldn't call himself that."

The Word Bearers, who were no different from demons, laughed and rushed towards him. Sevatar sighed and instinctively turned his head to avoid the attack. At the same time, he began to calculate the probability of killing this opponent without using his psychic powers. How big.

He has used psychic powers too many times today, and every time, he can feel some kind of change.

It's like undergoing an operation without the use of anesthesia. You can clearly feel that your flesh and blood is being replaced by something more heterogeneous, but it does not produce a rejection reaction with you.In fact, your body loves it.

This was the weirdest thing, and he didn't like this feeling very much.

He backed away while swinging his weapon to block the attack.

The broken bones were still hurting, and the corrosive saliva had turned the breastplate into a piece of metal full of holes.However, he no longer bleeds. It's hard to say whether it was the help of his self-healing ability or something else. Savita didn't bother to think about it.

He took a dozen steps back while his enemy pursued him, waving his claws and spitting out acidic saliva.Savita managed to dodge them all, but unfortunately, this did not mean that he had the upper hand, because his opponent's attacks were getting faster and faster.

Are you done yet?Sevatar thought angrily.Even that monster Sigismund can't be faster than you. Who are you?
"We will take your head back to prove it!" his opponent roared. "Iago Severtarion, your death has come!"

"Shut up, you face-eating insect stupider than Ogryn!" Savita roared back angrily, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and the grass immediately froze.

Dark frost surged out of the air, instantly freezing the Word Bearer's legs, making him unable to move, and even began to spread upwards.Sevatar immediately rushed towards him, holding the chain halberd high in his hand.

His opponent immediately thought of a way to break the situation. He waved his claws and cut off his own legs to break free. He had walked with the darkness, and he could fully recover from such injuries, but he was a little slower after all.

In other words, Savita is faster than him.

Damn it, Sigismund, now I'm faster than you, what am I.?

A head flew high into the air and was chopped off by the chain halberd in the heavy rain, breaking into two halves.The Word Bearer's headless corpse stood there blankly, and after a moment, it began to boil.

The armor fused with flesh and blood and the ugly exposed bones all turned into flesh at this moment. However, in just a few seconds, the corpse melted completely with a hissing sound, leaving only some broken bones in place.

Sevatar sat down weakly and began to breathe heavily.This time it was not a disguise, but real fatigue.

This was already the third time he had killed someone. No, that's not right.In their own words, these people are 'blessed sons'.They were not opponents that could be killed in a few hits like ordinary Word Bearers. These people or things were dozens of times more difficult to deal with.

What blessing?I think it's more like a curse.

Sevatar spat on the broken bones mixed with blood, and stood up from the ground with trembling legs.

Two hours of guerrilla warfare need not have weakened an Astartes to this point, but he had another battle to fight besides guerrilla warfare.This happens every time you use psychic powers.
Panting, he stepped into the thick fog.He could hear bolter fire, which meant someone besides him was fighting in the forest.

Fifteen minutes later, he found the Sons of Aurelion who were fighting the Word Bearers in a clearing. Night Blade was fighting side by side with them. It was impossible to say who had fewer people on either side, but there were more enemies anyway.

The crimson ocean was colliding with them, and the Sons of Aurelion and the Nightblades were nothing more than rocks submerged by the water.Moreover, there are at least four Blessed Sons among the Word Bearers who are killing people.Their movement trajectories are simply unpredictable, and every attack can cause casualties.

Seeing this scene, Savita sighed again.He plunged the chain saw blade down deeply into the soil. It was hard to tell whether he had thought about the following scene while doing this.

boom!A large army of technical sergeants and night blades suddenly appeared from behind him, cursing him for not caring for his weapons, while using heavy firepower to send all those damn Word Bearers into the sky.
Well, he thought about it.But he also knew it couldn't happen.

During the heavy rain, Sevatar's eyes began to shine.He bent over in pain, and the spiritual light in his eyes was changing rapidly towards a darker color.A few seconds later, with a not very obvious roar, a bolt of lightning pierced the dark clouds, fell from the sky, and landed among the Word Bearers.

　One more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)