40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 378 107. The Burning of Five Hundred Worlds (Seventeen)
  If you don't know where the enemy is, just shoot in any direction. It's better to waste bullets than to stand and wait for death. An incompetent reckless man is always better than a timid coward.

This is an old proverb, and there is no doubt that it is extreme. But, in a few moments, it really works.

For Dantioch, he knew where the enemy was, so he had to shoot into the sky, even if it was inefficient, he had to do it.

A group of screaming insect demons are raging in the sky. They are not big in size, but they are extremely numerous. The disgusting compound eyes reflected intense firelight, and the most lethal salamanders could not spare their hands to deal with them now.

The warriors of Nocturne Star and their captain were blocking the starting point of the demonic tide. Promethium flames seemed to erupt in the deepest part of the black mist endlessly, accompanied by their passionate war cries.

The Death Guards followed closely behind. In the icy thick fog, Garro and his brothers fought with a mad force against a dozen unreasonably strong bull-headed demons.

The pain of losing the original body finally found an opportunity to be released at this moment. These people who once ordered and prohibited are now engaged in bloody fighting like madmen, with no intention of retreating. They no longer accept orders, and there is only the simplest wish left in their hearts.

The Iron Warriors and the Ultramarines fight side by side. Their combat disciplines are highly similar, and one plus one is greater than two. At the outermost edge of the battle line, they blocked all the missed monsters, went deep into the fog, and began to support others.

With such concerted efforts, the demonic tide was unable to move forward for a moment, and had to be firmly locked here with their flesh and blood.

And Tarasha Yuton had already taken the first step to seek refuge. No one would want her to stay here. The housekeeper himself also understood this. As soon as the war started, she was in Frix with a small group of victorious troops. They were escorted to an underground shelter.

Dantioch was very fortunate that they had been prepared to escort her away early in the morning. Now that they were no longer restrained, they could finally show off their talents. No one wanted this woman to get hurt in the slightest.

"Sky!" Dantioch snapped and fired. He didn't need to say more, the Ultramarines could definitely understand his thoughts from these few words.

Sure enough, before the gunshots of Dantioch and his brothers hit the ground, several grenades belonging to the Ultramarines were thrown. The Iron Warriors shifted their firepower in tacit agreement, and the bolters followed closely behind.

The next moment, a blazing fire broke out at the top of the hall, causing the stained glass to shatter, and countless insect corpses fell from the sky. Most of them had been burned into charcoal, only a few were still twitching, and Dantioch had already raised his foot and crushed them over.

He originally thought that these bugs were the ones he had encountered before, but looking at these corpses, he realized that they were probably not the same thing as the things he had encountered before.

This demon seems to be a combination of a dragonfly and a sharp claw. Although it is equally vicious, it does not have the disgusting qualities. In other words, there are actually many types of demons?

This incident made Dantioch feel even more ridiculous, but he still did not stop killing.

He put down his gun, held his hammer in both hands, and fought the handful of demons that had broken through the Death Guard lines. Their distance and approaching speed no longer allowed him to aim, and he had to get close to the enemy immediately.

This group of demons were all red, with rising lines shining on their skin, as bright as lava. Dantioch slew the first demon with his hammer and couldn't stop.

The moment the hammer smashed the ferocious head, he heard a shrill roar that seemed to come from the eternal darkness.

In an instant, in the blood splattered by the killing and the desire to satisfy, all the emotions burning in his chest were transformed into a kind of pure indignation, a kind of primitive and simple hatred.

Why is it my brother and my cousin who died and not you? Why would Lord Mortarion have to lose his life to protect us? Why do you want to betray?

No, the reason doesn't matter anymore, you don't deserve to live.

Reason and perception were all abandoned at this moment, and the desire for revenge had never been so surging as it was now, and he was completely unable to suppress it.

This is the day, Dantioch thought furiously, this is the day, there is no need to wait any longer. He wants revenge, for his dead brother, for his dead cousin, for the dead Primarch Mortarion-!
  He roared wildly and swung his hammer, moving forward, breaking flesh and bones, followed closely by his brothers and cousins, all of whom seemed to be going crazy at this moment. Discipline was abandoned, as were tactics, and only broken roars without sentences remained in the communication channel.

They seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. They were a group of fanatical blind men who could not calm down at all. They just kept waving their arms and killing until death. The blood of demons or themselves was gradually spilled on the ground, and the fog began to grow thicker.
  When Perturabo and reinforcements arrived, this was what they saw.

The Lord of Steel's expression quickly turned cruel. While he issued orders to station troops along the hall, he began to try to find those who were still sane in the communication channel.

He only got a few answers, the rest were just growls, unable to communicate at all. The sight made his throat constrict, and some terrible suspicion was born in his mind.

No, it's impossible. He must still have a chance in Terra.

Taking a deep breath, Perturabo quickly switched the communication channel and contacted Vulcan, who told him bad news in a very serious tone.

"I have received many sighting reports of the Word Bearers. They seem to have reached the ground of Macragge through some means." "Then just follow the original plan." The Lord of Steel said coldly. "Now that they have appeared in the city, start the third phase of the plan directly. Activate the first line of defense. You know what to do, Vulkan. If necessary, I recommend that you stop evacuating civilians."

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"Do you understand? Vulkan?"

"...I will try my best." The Fire Dragon Lord replied in a low voice, but did not directly answer Perturabo's request of 'if necessary'.

The Lord of Steel snorted as expected.

"I understand that you don't want to. In short, don't take risks. This battle will probably last for a long time. If you die, there will be an irreparable flaw in the line, unless you can stand up as soon as you fall. .If you can’t, we will take more lives to fill your gap.”

Vulgan smiled bitterly: "Why have you asked so much of me recently, brother?"

"Because I have high expectations for you." Perturabo said lightly. "Don't die, or I will hold you accountable."

He hung up the communication, switched channels again, and set up a broadcast that would repeat every thirty seconds.

His cold voice began to ring continuously in the channel, and the number of responders increased, but the number was still pitifully small compared to the total number of defenders. The demonic tide did not dissipate at all, and the fog even began to become thicker.

Perturabo looked up at the shattered ceiling. From the blasted hole, he caught a glimpse of Macragge's sky at this time. Combining the dark and gloomy colors with the disgusting thick dark clouds makes the hearts of those who see it become heavy.

Finally, the Lord of Steel lost all patience.

"You idiots!" he yelled, clearly furious, but then wandered off into the thick fog.

Not only was his reason unaffected, but it became clearer due to that cold feeling.

In the fog, he started trying to wake everyone up - it wasn't easy, but he had to do it. Otherwise, how can we maintain this precarious line of defense with such a group of madmen who only know how to roar?

After all, the defender's strength is limited. He has long passed the stage of using human lives as numbers to fill in the war. Khalil Lohars's fists may be painful, but they are not as painful as the teeth he swallowed. ?

It only takes a day to admit your mistake, but the impact it brings is far-reaching enough to change the fate of countless people.

There has never been a moment when Perturabo understood the responsibilities on his shoulders as he does now, and there has never been a moment when he felt so satisfied.

Suddenly, he smelled the fragrance of tulips.

I was born for this. he thinks. What good is steel if it doesn't carry heavy responsibilities? I'm much harder than that damn rock.

Wear steel armor and have a heart as strong as iron. Nothing can break it.
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  Vulkan took a deep breath, and the strong wind howled, whimpering and rolling across the ground, bringing with it the sound of battle. This is the call of war, but it is mixed with the dirty smell of warp evil. Apparently, the Word Bearers are up to their old damned ways.

However, Macragge City has countless wide roads, which creates quite advantageous conditions for the Ultramarines' heavy vehicles to attack. Although the Word Bearers' surprise attack was overwhelming, the tanks and armored vehicles in various military camps had already set off.

Even if they can summon demons, so what?
  Essentially, with enough firepower, a demon is nothing more than a puddle of minced meat.
  What's more, the joint defenders had the deepest vigilance against the attack from the beginning. The combination of various conditions should have made Vulkan optimistic about the future trend of this battle - yes, that should be the case.

However, the Fire Dragon Lord knew in his heart that things would never end simply like that.

There may be many reasons, maybe even thousands. Vulkan could write a book analyzing why he had this premonition, but if he were asked to choose the most important reason, he would say that Lorgar Aurelion did not appear.

The Primarch of the Word Bearers would never miss the opportunity to personally descend on Macragge and wreak havoc.

So where are you, Luojia?
  Holding the war hammer in hand, the Fire Dragon Lord strode forward and joined the battlefield.

　Update completed, this chapter is 3k, I owe 1k, I will pay it back when I wake up.

　　
  　
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