40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 418 144. Terra (nineteen)

Ferrus Manus heard a dull explosion, but he had no time to pay attention to it now. Not only him, but also his first company commander had no time to pay attention. They were facing a dark purple musk mist, and within it a thousand forms of blasphemy and terrifying demons.

It's definitely a tough battle, but they can hold on. So what if the battleship is smashed from the head? Without dying on the spot, the war will continue until they are completely victorious.

"Gabriel," Iron Hand called.

There was something, or will, burning in his voice. That was a power that was enough to make any soldier of the Tenth Legion calm down in an instant.

The First Company Commander was no exception. His war hammer had just been smashed down, and the demon was not dead yet. He was enjoying the pain of having his spine and half of his body smashed into flesh, but he himself had already returned to his original form. around.

Without hesitation and with absolute trust.

Ferrus Manus glanced at him. The blood all over the captain's body made his eyes a little gloomy. A general is always happy to see his men fighting bloody battles, but there is a limit to everything.

Of course he wouldn't be happy to see bits of flesh and blood stuck in the gap of Gabriel Santo's prosthetic eye.

".So, he is now in contact with Chagatai?" Tie Shou asked.

"I think so, Primarch," said Gabriel Santo. "And, judging from the explosion, they shouldn't be far from us."

"In such a rough predicament——" Ferrus Manus gave a calm comment. "—I can think of no better news than this, unless I see Khalil Lohars in front of us right now."

"Sir, he is just one person, and the support of one person cannot influence the situation on the battlefield. Even if he is the instructor of the Eighth Legion."

The first company commander couldn't help but retort, but Iron Hand ignored it.

The servo arm behind his terrifying 'Medusa Armor' was creating a cruel whirlpool of killing. Many rotating chain saws accurately poked out of the promethium flame, creating a terrifying thunder pool.

Any demon that breaks out of the darkness and attempts to cross the thunder pool is cut into pieces or burned to char - sometimes, of course, these two things are done at the same time or in tandem.

"You don't know him well enough," Ferus replied calmly. "A lot of people actually don't know him well enough."

He turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with his first company commander.

Gabriel Santo swung the Thunder Hammer at a dangerous angle. The huge kinetic energy he had already prepared was superimposed with his terrifying power, creating a feast of flesh and blood.

Ferrus Manus's servo arms folded up, giving him a moment to breathe. They had a perfect understanding of each other, even if Gabriel was actually dragging down his primarch to a certain extent.

"how do I say this?"

The first company commander asked curiously during the break between killings, showing no signs of fatigue as he should have, as if this cruel war that had been going on for more than twenty-five hours was just a warm-up for him.

"Because he's not just—"

Ferrus Manus paused for a moment, and a burst of anger suddenly ignited in his eyes that came from nowhere. Gabriel Santo saw this scene and was a little surprised, but he quickly found the source of the problem.

In the deep pink musky mist and heavy darkness, he heard a crisp ringing sound, and then a very strange aroma. Then, a pale pink monster face poked out of the darkness.

She, he, or it - covered in a dark purple veil, with dazzling white skin, it was probably smiling, and it was a very gentle, very complicated smile.

"——Why don't you continue, Gorgon?" the thing asked, slowly crawling out of the darkness.

Its swaying snake tail is strong and agile, rubbing against the ground, and the bell pierced through the tail is playing gracefully.

There was no foreshadowing for such a sudden arrival, no grand summoning ceremony. Only some people know that this is just the whim of an evil god. And the gods' pranks often bring real disasters.

Gabriel Santo reluctantly noticed that its voice was very familiar.

Iron Hand didn't say anything, he just pulled the trigger and fired.

The dangerous flow of molten energy roared out of the barrel after a brief hiss and rushed towards the speaking thing. However, it did not hide or evade, it just stood there quietly, staring at Ferrus Manus with nostalgia in its eyes.

The hot melt hit its face smoothly. However, such a fatal attack only burned the veil completely and did not cause any damage to its smooth and beautiful skin.

The thing sighed and shook its head slowly.

There was extremely strong sadness in its eyes, and it slowly walked out of the darkness. At this time, Gabriel Santo discovered that it had four hands, and one of them held an overly simple glass with a drop of blood in it.

"I miss you so much," it whispered. "I was reborn into this world because of my love for you, Gorgon."

Gabriel Santo finally realized who this thing was—or, rather, who it had been.

He clenched the Thunder Hammer in horror.

"Don't be fooled," Ferrus Manus said calmly. "We can still hear his voice over the comm. He's still fighting, Gabriel."

He looked at it with disgust.

The tall creature with a snake's tail and four arms sighed again.

"Me too," it said. "I'm fighting too, Ferus."

"Shut up." Tie Shou finally spoke to it, but his expression looked particularly terrifying.

Without any extra words, he immediately launched an attack. This was by no means a reckless move, but a well-planned attack. His speed was so fast that even the Captain, who was always paying attention to the movement of the original body, could not accurately capture it.

However, the enemy who was attacked had no intention of avoiding it. It Shi Shiran stood there, its agate-like eyes filled with moisture, and tears of regret slowly flowed down.

The Furnace Breaker smashed down without any hesitation.

Gabriel Santo saw everything clearly.

Splattered with flesh and blood, it was nine times similar to Fulgrim's, but more charming and enchanting. At this moment, the head was transformed by unabashed hatred and violence.

Its long, narrow eye sockets smeared with scarlet eye shadow began to shatter, and the eyeballs fell from them. The dark red pierced horns growing out of the smooth white hair were all broken and turned into powder.

The soft flesh on the cheekbones and cheeks began to gradually break. The jelly-like texture and attractive pink blood spilled out together with the broken jaw and flying teeth. The tongue and gums were brutally obliterated by the decomposition force field. .

With one blow, just one blow, this blasphemous creature was killed, and his death was extremely miserable.

Of course, this is not the end.

It fell down softly, but the glass in his hand suddenly shook, and the drop of blood swayed back and forth six times in the wall of the cup.

So, amidst the heartbreaking sound of flesh and blood squeezing, the monster with a snake tail and four hands cried, covered its intact face, and began to wail.

"Let me die -" it cried in agony. "——Don't torture me like this! My Lord! I can't fight him anymore!"

Ferrus Manus held the Forgebreaker high.

"boom!"

With a heavy muffled sound, he broke the middle part of its monster body with one blow. Although the gradient skin was beautiful, it failed to bring any additional protection from such a furious attack. The embroidered gold armor was twisted and broken like a dancer's clothing, and the flesh and blood turned into a ferocious foam. flower.

A sense of indulgence, mutilation and depravity began to emerge from the creature's broken body.

It is indeed beautiful, even to this extent.

However, this beauty is regrettable. It is beyond the scope of human understanding and brings a strong disgust. However, even so, it also mixes the two feelings into one, leaping to a higher realm in the palace of desire.

It roared in pain, but in such extreme pain, it lowered its body and raised its head to meet the Furnace Breaker.

The iron hand did not hold back.

The violence was released wildly, and the scene of flesh and blood being shattered was staged once again. However, in the shaking of blood, it was reborn again.

The snake's tail swayed, and the strong force drove the fallen body to stand up. The blood in the glass began to sway slightly. Ferrus Manus was indifferent and just calmly rotated his wrist and swung the hammer.

Amid the terrifying screams of the snake-tailed monster, the Furnace Breaker struck the glass without reservation.

Then, it didn't move at all.

"No—!" The snake demon screamed first. "No, no, no! Destroy it, smash it to pieces, Ferus! I don't want to live again!"

"Primarch!"

Gabriel Santo roared angrily, and threw a power dagger to Ferus. Iron Hand didn't look at it, caught it with his backhand, held the sword with three fingers, and slashed it down hard.

An arm flew up, and the glass shook and fell to the ground, but it was not damaged at all. The drop of blood was even weirder, floating strangely. At this moment, it finally gave birth to its second brilliance, a gorgeous color full of temptation.

It cannot be described or described in detail. It can be any color, but no matter which one it is, it will never fall into the range of colors in the normal world.

It is the tide of desire.

"Destroy it!" the snake demon roared, not even affected by the pain of the severed hand.

Of course Ferus didn't want to pay attention to it, but no matter whether there was a conspiracy hidden in the expression of this thing so far, this drop of blood was inseparable from its two rebirths.

Iron Hand narrowed his eyes, stretched out a servo arm from behind, a heat wave spurted out, and the promethium flame roared and engulfed it - however, in the deadly brilliance that bloomed for a moment, there was an unknown sound coming from the surrounding darkness. There were screams one after another.

The demons are screaming.

The sound was high and filled with unparalleled joy. Gabriel Santo raised his eyes and looked around, seeing the strong, vigorous, or monstrous demons dissolving in the musk mist.

Flesh fell from the skeleton like hot mud, but their faces still screamed on the ground, and the darkness became thicker. Then, his eye, the only human eye, actually began to melt.

The pain was so real, but he forced himself not to move. He just held the weapon with both hands and stared closely at the flesh and blood of the demons gathering in the thick fog.

The snake demon lowered its body in pain again. Unlike before, this time, its posture did not contain any intention to die, only absolute surrender.

Its breath is warm and fragrant, with the fragrance of flowers, but its expression is full of sadness and pain. The mixed emotions are as complex as the contrasting oil paint on its bare chest at this moment, presenting a magnificent scene.

Ferrus Manus glanced at it coldly, and the Forgebreaker was raised high again.

"Wait a minute." A voice came from the darkness, calm, ordinary, even plain. "Don't be so heartless."

Ferus ignored him and just dropped the war hammer.

"Let me handle it myself!" The snake demon screamed as blood and flesh spattered, pleading with this plain voice. "I beg you, Master!"

"Don't call me master" a shadow laughed in the darkness. "Actually, my dear Fulgrim, haven't you realized one thing? Now, you are my master."

The snake demon looked at Him in astonishment.

Gabriel Santo was shocked by the name He called out.

Ferrus Manus was as indifferent as expected. He continued to swing the hammer and killed the snake demon. And it was reborn again, blood splattered on Iron Hand's armor, like a kind of preserved evidence.

"In the waves of chaos, I represent many things. I can be love, indulgence, joy, depraved hedonism—but I can also represent loyal and unyielding love."

He laughed, a laugh that was extremely lazy, willful, weak, and contented.

"What do you think I am doing by restraining my minions, accumulating strength, and thanklessly shaping you from the turmoil into what you are today, and then giving me my blood? Do what you want to do, and say what you want to say. , Fulgrim"

"He is coming soon, and we only have thirty minutes. He will not show mercy. As soon as he finds me, he will immediately kill the body that I have worked so hard to create, and I will be severely injured, and I will pay a terrible price - At that time, I will not be able to maintain your existence.”

"So, be sure to let me enjoy it, my gem. Do you know how long I have been planning for this sudden idea?"

He suppressed his smile and suddenly spoke in a priest-like tone.

"Love each other, Fulgrim, as I was born of love."

The words fell, the fog dissipated, and the shadows dived into the darkness, but the laughter remained.

The roar of the suspended motorcycle pierced the blockade of the surrounding musky miasma, and the roar of Chagatai Khan followed. The white tiger sword cut through the darkness and led him out of it.

Another person wrapped in black flames followed closely, and White Scar on motorcycles broke into the darkness, bringing with them endless walking corpses and billowing stench behind them - which once belonged to Motali. Ann's voice, accompanied by the hoarseness of the respirator, followed closely.

"Fulgrim, help me!" it roared, as if it knew something early on.

There were tears in the snake demon's eyes.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful," it murmured to itself as it looked at the giant with white hair as white as ashes. The bell at the tail sways, creating a hypnotic, clear sound.

Jaghatai Khan changed his color in shock.

Ferrus Manus clenched his hammer angrily.

Gabriel Santo was speechless and could only instinctively lift the weapon and look around blankly.

Only one person remained calm.

"Despicable thing." The Phoenix of Chemos said coldly, with the sword in his hand raised high.

　happy New Year!

　　There is still 6k left. This is last year’s update. As for why it is even later, I won’t tell you, hehe. During the day, I would go have a meal and then come back and continue coding.

　　By the way, I actually thought about whether to write a foreshadowing of Slaanesh's power coming to the fore during the Siege of Terra, but I finally decided to leave out the foreshadowing and just make him this god who is willing to pay terrible time and price for his whim. Desire is difficult to control, so it turns from desire into sin, which is in line with my understanding of Slaanesh.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)