40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 377 106. The Burning of Five Hundred Worlds ([-])
  Valentus watched the so-called camera explode with his own eyes. The first thing that came was a burst of almost solidified fire, which hit the waxed floor like a solid, and then burst out suddenly.

This was followed by a violent flash of light that stung his eyes and forced him to close them for a moment. When he opened it again, the white light had disappeared, and the spurting flames happily took its place, making everything look like a scorching hell.

This was the end of the explosion. It was shockingly loud, but it didn't cause much damage. Its only effect might be to distract him - but the effect was over. Valentus's gun and sword were already in his hands. in hand.

With great anger, he began to look for his enemies, but found nothing. The damn Rogue Trader, his bodyguard, and the young assistant have completely disappeared.

The only remaining foreign director of the press office cried out Robert Guilliman's name and kept explaining the reasons for doing so. He was forced, threatened, and his family was under control. His reasons were so many that it almost seemed like a crude story made up out of nowhere.
  Yingjie looked at him coldly, raised his gun on guard, and kicked him over. The man turned over in fear, lay down on the ground, and looked at him tremblingly.

Valentus didn't give him a chance to say more clichés. He gently stepped on the other person's chest and was about to ask about the situation, but he didn't have time at all. A strange sweet fragrance mixed with stench broke into his nostrils before his torture began.

Valentus immediately pulled the trigger.

It doesn't help that he reacts quickly because once the transformation begins, it never stops. Blood splattered out, and under the witness of Valentus, Elam Santiafos, the foreign director of Macragge's press office, became the first recorded death.

His death was described as a demon taking possession of his body - a real demon.

A hound that seemed to be formed by shadow jumped out of his body. The door was opened by the guards at this moment. The victorious soldiers rushed in with sharp blades, and the hound started barking.

It rushed towards Valentus, who fired three times at it, the force of the bolts knocking it away without mercy. Then there was a fierce slash, and the power sword brutally decapitated it.

But this was only the beginning, as more demons began to leap out of the remains of Eram Santiafos in a counterintuitive manner. The rotten smell began to become stronger and stronger, and the sunlight at Macragge at noon actually disappeared with its appearance.

Thick clouds appeared inexplicably in the sky, blocking the sun and the sky - it was so abnormal, and the Death Guards were the first to notice that something was wrong.

The warning started with them and spread to the entire Macragge. Facts have proved that their vigilance was correct. Because of this warning a few minutes in advance, as many as tens of thousands of civilians were rescued and survived.

Because, judging from the subsequent investigation report, eight minutes after the explosion began, someone had already witnessed the Word Bearers jumping out of the portal.

This was not a surprise attack, but a war of extermination whose fundamental purpose was to kill every Macragge.

Every innocent soul and blood that has died along the way since Calth has been for this moment. Haters descended on Macragge, bringing innocent souls with them and began to sacrifice them.

The spiral of killing is about to be born, but the seeds of hatred have been sown many years ago and are deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone who has experienced it. Now they are here, seeking revenge.

Eight-pointed stars are carved on their foreheads, and their bodies are wrapped with flesh and bones. This was unnecessary, but they wanted to make the sacrifice more tragic.
  For revenge, they will do anything.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Terra, Magnus, the Red King, and his sons had a routine weekly call.

It was one of the small privileges he still enjoyed after being imprisoned on Terra, and he continued to use it, trying to teach his sons how to move on from the loss of their psionic powers, as he too was gone out.

Now, although he couldn't see, he was calmer than ever.

But one thing he did not foresee was that the Son would be like the Father.

The consequences of this incident spread to [-] years later.

Both Perturabo and Vulkan heard the loud noise, and they immediately ended the discussion that was more like a quarrel and flew away in that direction.

The only difference between the two of them is probably their expressions. The Lord of Steel's face was gloomy, but he didn't look surprised. He had expected it, and the gloominess he felt now was just the anger after a bad guess came true.

The Fire Dragon Lord was different. Apart from anger, there was also a very strong embarrassment on Vulcan's face.

The two victorious soldiers followed behind them, and the weapons in their hands were already dancing with lightning. Three minutes later, they encountered the first group of demons.

Of course they can't compete with the two primarchs. In fact, if you really want to count, they can't even defeat the two victorious armies, but it doesn't matter anymore, they were summoned just to die.

Just like Eram Santiagos.

A mortal, even if his whole body is forced to be stuffed with accessories belonging to Chaos, even if the places covered by clothes are covered with Chaos Stars, even if he has been 'blessed' by a priest who is proficient in demonology in advance, he can only do this. situation
  But he is just a decoy, a decoy used to cover up the enemy's true intentions, nothing more.

And Perturabo had expected it. Holding a bloody warhammer, the Lord of Steel stood in a corridor full of broken limbs and broken arms. The face that had been extremely cold since landing finally showed a sincere and ferocious smile.
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  Tarasha Yuton also heard the explosion. How could she not hear it? The housekeeper sat calmly in the empty reception hall, still lowering her head as she sorted the documents in front of her.

Half a minute later, a side door of the hall was slowly pushed open. The Rogue Trader Mog Srelter and his ten followers filed in, with Elam Santiafos' young assistant at the end.

Yodon raised his eyes and glanced at them, still remaining calm.

"Who are you?" she asked seriously. "Trespassing here without permission is going to jail."

The Rogue Trader glanced at her and chuckled in a voice that was completely different from when he answered Yingjie's question before.

"You are truly worthy of your reputation, Tarasha Euton."

"It's no wonder you can teach Robert Guilliman so well." The young assistant nodded in agreement with his words. "pity."

The housekeeper frowned, held her cane, and slowly stood up from behind the moved desk.

But Mog still kept smiling and even clapped. He didn't waste any more time and waved his hand, and the ten followers took their orders sluggishly and walked towards Yudun at a completely synchronized speed.

However, the housekeeper calmly returned a smile to him. That kind of composure that was definitely not fake made the expressions of the Rogue Trader and the young assistant suddenly change.

"It's too late, traitor," Talassa Euton said softly. "Fire, Lord Dantioch."

True to her words, the fire broke out immediately. They were as dense as raindrops, coming from nowhere, but instantly smashed the ten followers into sieves. At the same time, the black and white floor in the hall suddenly collapsed.

The Iron Warriors, Death Guards, Ultramarines and Salamanders stood up slowly and silently from the underground trenches dug at an unknown time, surrounding the Rogue Trader and the young assistant.

Frix the Breaker swung his hammer, shattering the Rogue Trader's shoulder blades and kneecaps. The feedback of touch made him smile uncontrollably.

The young assistant's legs were cut off by Captain Jialuo of the Death Guard with his sword, and while he was gasping for breath, his head was stepped on.

Jia Luo trampled his head coldly, cruelly, but with a happy heart.

The Captain of the "Alpha" Salamanders, Atellus Numeon, roared angrily. "You guys, these shameless bastards, are actually working with traitors!"

"They are traitors, Lord Artiles." Frix corrected. "To be able to do such a thing, is it no different than an animal?"

"You have no right to judge us!" Rogue Trader growled. "Pray, you idiots, and may the false emperor bless your souls!"

His words caused Frix to smash his head violently, and Gallo swung his sword to behead the young assistant. And this is not the end, only the beginning - in the dark mist rising like smoke, the bodies of the ten followers began to undergo distortions.

The voice belonging to Dantioch sounded from above the hall, with great urgency: "Attack! Attack! Protect Ms. Euton!"

The demon tide broke out, and the hounds, which were several times stronger than the first demon that died, rushed out of the mist with their fangs bared and rushed towards Yodon.

There are more dark shadows behind them, some are like beasts, with bird heads or wings, and some are as huge as siege vehicles, six meters tall, with strong muscles, and their breath is as bloody as a river.
  Frix and Atelles made a prompt decision, and the promethium flames surged out and attacked the demon. The city breaker immediately ran towards the lady and protected her firmly behind him. The ever-victorious troops followed closely behind, keeping their ladies protected to the last detail.

The battle started in an instant, and the entire hall turned into a nightmare in an instant. The air became like condensation, everyone was fighting hard, but the housekeeper in the center of the crowd calmly held her cane tightly.

She looked at this bloody nightmare and had only one thought in her mind.

Robert, is this what you faced on Cowes?

If Robert Guilliman could answer, he would lie.

But he can't.

　There is also a 4k chapter.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)