40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 338 58. Reborn

Horus looked at the hell before him in horror.

Everything was burning, and the acrid stench penetrated the helmet's breathing grille. The filter system didn't work at all. They almost destroyed part of his physiological system.The sense of smell began to become imbalanced, and there was some kind of bloody bitterness on the tip of the tongue.

But this was only secondary. What really made him unbearable were the corpses that were nailed to the wall, hung from the ceiling, and made into sculptures or paintings.
So this is the truth behind the disappearance of the crew?
Instinctively, he wanted to express his shock by shouting the words "The Emperor is on His Majesty's Majesty," but the words came to his lips but he could not say them anyway.He lowered his head bitterly, but Ezekiel Abaddon came from behind, stretched out his hand, and pushed him away forcefully.

"Keep going," he ordered coldly. "We must prepare for battle before the Raven Guard board the ship."

As soon as his words fell, the torrent of steel rolled away.The Sons of Horus ran by in good order.Horus Ashmand watched them leave almost helplessly. He didn't understand why they could turn a blind eye to this horrific scene.

"And you, Ashimand." Abaddon looked at him sternly. "If you're not ready for battle, go back to the main bridge. We don't need cowards like you where we're going."

Eichmand ignored Abaddon's insult. He took a step forward, raised his hand and pointed at the burning corpses, his voice extremely urgent.

"Didn't you see it, Ezekiel?"

"They don't matter," Abaddon said deadpan. "The Warmaster's orders come first."

"But-"

"-Listen, you either obey orders and head to the fighting position, or you run away like a coward. There is no third option." Abaddon interrupted him rudely and said aggressively.

There was an unfamiliar violence surging on his face, and Eichmand suddenly felt a chill. He hesitated again and again, and finally chose the non-existent third option in Abaddon's mouth.

"This is not right, Ezekiel. This whole thing is not right. The Spirit of Vengeance should not be like this. Who killed them?" Ashmand waved his arms hard and said this. At this moment, he He looked like a court jester.

He was still trying to convince Abaddon, but the latter seemed completely indifferent.

"Yeah, there's something wrong with this whole thing," Abaddon said, his voice low. "But the Warmaster has made his choice, and I will obey his will. I am reborn in his blood, and I will fight for his blood, as I always have."

"Terra, can't you see these corpses?!" Horus Ashmand cried out in despair.

Amidst the crackling sound of the flames and under the gaze of the swollen eyeballs of the dead, Abaddon nodded, but did not give any more answers.

So Eichmand knew that he could see it, he just didn't care.In other words, he cares more about other things than these things.

"You" Eichmand opened his mouth. He was already a little angry. He wanted to accuse Abaddon, but the latter's calm gaze made him realize one thing - that is, he was not qualified to do so.

Of course he is not qualified.

He does not have the determination and courage like Taric Torgadun and Garviel Loken to stand on the opposite side of the entire legion.He saw it all happen, so he was already disqualified.

But he will also feel doubtful and shaken by this cruel and terrible truth, and he also has an extreme fear of killing his brother.

He was neither completely loyal to the Warmaster like Abaddon, nor brave and feared like Loken and Torgaddon.
"I'm too cowardly." He suddenly muttered to himself.

Abaddon smiled and nodded in agreement.This smile was a complete sneer, and his approval was naturally not an affirmation, but a kind of sarcasm.

"Yes, you are indeed cowardly, but you are not as cowardly as those two traitors. They are the real cowards, Ashimand. Come with me now, we still have a battle to fight."

Abaddon put on his helmet and turned around.

"No." Behind him, little Horus said painfully. "No."

The man with his back to his brother slowly turned around, and a sharp blade with electric light reflected on the eyepiece.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"We are the real cowards," Ashmand said, deactivating the power sword's disintegration field.

He threw it at Abaddon's feet, breathing heavily as if he was experiencing the greatest pain in his life.

"But I don't want. I don't want to go on like this." He said with difficulty. "I'm going to the bridge, to see Horus. Do you remember the duty of the Council of Four Kings, Ezekiel? I'm going to fulfill it. I'm going to remind him what is right and what is wrong."

He turned and walked away, stumbling like a dying man or an old man who is seriously ill.

Abaddon watched him leave without stopping.After a moment, he picked up the power sword and walked alone into the darkness.

Head up.
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"It is good to see you again, Fulgrim," Angron said.

Phoenix smiled and did not answer.

The place they were in had been almost disintegrated by the flames. According to the laws of physics, these fine gold and steel, which had already begun to melt, should have caused them to fall, but they still existed tenaciously.

Smoke from the fire swirled around them, and there was a faint roaring sound in the darkness.The corpses of the dead were gradually being charred, the forest of the dead was swaying in the breeze, and war dogs stood guard with guns standing beside the two primarchs. "Have you met my chief pharmacist Fabius Bayer?" Phoenix asked.

At this moment, he was wearing makeshift clothes made of surgical sutures, hospital gowns and sheets, and he had no defense at all.The wounds on his waist and abdomen were wrapped with thick bandages. His face was very pale and weak, and his voice was as weak as that of a chronically ill person.

Angron shook his head.

"If you see him, kill him." Phoenix said with a smile.

"I understand." The Lord of Red Sand replied seriously, without asking the reason.

Some things don't need a reason, especially for him.

The Butcher's Nail trembled endlessly. His talent was working, but it could not relieve the pain in Fulgrim's heart.He could only feel the grief and anger in his brother's heart, but could do nothing else.

How similar
Angron pursed his lips, but did not comfort or say anything.He understood that Fulgrim did not need these things now.

"Can you still fight?" he asked.

"Probably," Fulgrim said. "Do you have a battle plan?"

Angron nodded and called Loken over who was standing far away.The latter's pace was very firm, but it also revealed a strange look of death.

Phoenix lowered his head and looked at him expressionlessly, saying nothing.

Acudona stood behind him awkwardly and winked at Loken.

The Luna Wolf replied bitterly with a clear hint, took another deep breath, and was about to explain, but Angron got there first.

"Captain Loken, please tell my brother the battle plan you and your brothers have drawn up. He has just woken up from a coma and has little understanding of the current situation."

"Actually, I do," Phoenix said.

Even at this point, his hoarse voice still sounded pleasant, but his words were not so friendly.

"I will kill Horus," he said, looking Loken straight in the eyes. "This is my plan, Son of Horus."

"With all due respect, sir, he is the tenth company commander of the Luna Wolves." Kahn interjected from behind Angron without being humble or condescending.

Phoenix glanced at him, then moved his gaze back to Loken.

"Lunar Wolf?" he asked softly.

"Yes, my lord. I am Garvill Loken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Luna Wolves."

Loken replied seriously, the words pouring naturally from his chest.He thought it would be difficult to admit this, but he didn't expect that it would be the same as breathing.
"My brothers and I rescued your offspring who were trapped in the prison. Our plan was to break through the blockade. One party would go to the hangar to seize the shuttle or transport plane, and the other party would take you out of the medical room. But our plan was early. Everything was already known to Horus before it started."

Phoenix stared at him and nodded slightly.He took a step forward, stretched out his hand and made an eagle salute to Loken.

"The Emperor's Children thank you," he said. "I can't imagine what you've been through, Captain Loken."

"Let's talk about thanking you later." Angron joined the conversation and took a step forward without leaving a trace, blocking Loken behind him.

"The top priority is to gather the troops and prepare to leave. I communicated with Corax before boarding the ship. Calculating the time, if nothing else happens, they should launch a gang-hopping operation now. Fight side by side with the Raven Guard inside the ship. It was definitely a pleasure, man.”

"Have you communicated with him in advance?"

Angron nodded, a slightly sad smile spreading on his face.

"It's just a rebel planet. Why does it need so many legions? Not to mention his order for the Word Bearers to fight side by side with the Ultramarines. Is it possible for Horus Luperkar to do such a thing?"

"Furthermore, Nuceria is also in the Extreme Star Territory. I asked specifically before setting off. The area of ​​Calth has not been harassed by orcs for more than 20 years. How could an army that requires two legions appear so suddenly? The Orc Empire to deal with at the same time?”

Phoenix couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It seems that I am the fool who ran into the trap carefully prepared by Horus." He said mockingly. "You are all prepared, but I am not. I let my legion——"

He stopped and sighed deeply.Angron looked at him seriously and denied his statement.

"Believe me, brother." The Lord of Red Sand said in a gentle voice that was different from his usual. "No matter how prepared you are for these things, it's never enough."

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