40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 430 156. Terra (twenty-seven)

Flames rose in the darkness and spread as far as the eye could see.

The sound of explosions is everywhere, dissipating in the thick fog, and huge or ferocious forms disintegrate and shatter in the most violent weapons that humans can create. The air trembles, and the cruel death wind carries the gunpowder smoke. And passed.

Facing this hell, the First Legion just charged through silently but ferociously, and began to officially engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat with the demons and traitors.

The moment of artillery and tanks continues, and will cause more deaths in the explosion, but they will not allow the blades in their hands to continue to be silent.

The invisible evil god laughs loudly in this bloody millstone, and the corpses of the dead slowly sink and float in the putrid blood. Every collision and ripple constitutes one of the annotations of his name.

He is looking forward to what will happen next. He has already seen it, but he is still looking forward to the actual arrival of this bloody battle that will last for thousands of years.

In the tide of chaos, He roared loudly and paid tribute to the warriors who participated in the war in His own name. He has never been so generous. Perhaps it is because, in the galaxy, there has never been a war that will continue in this form. Stay with this intensity.

It will last ten thousand years. The evil god roared. And you will fight in my name!

Did anyone answer him?

"Forward!" Luther heard a roar. "For Ruth!"

When this roar sounded, the old knight was still busy pulling out his sword from the chest of a Word Bearer. Blood spattered, forcing him to wipe his face again, and his expression unconsciously turned disgusting. .

It's not a good experience to have blood splattered on your face while killing, especially blood that smells like the warp. The old knight lowered his head and swung his sword, cutting off the man's head.

This was the end of a young face, and his life was cut short, and that was exactly what he deserved. He was destined to meet such a contemptuous death even when he hung human skins and skulls as trophies on his armor.

Luther took a deep breath and continued to charge with blood on his face. He wanted to find the person who made this war cry.

His body is not as good as the real Astartes, but that doesn't mean he can't take his share of the glory in such a battle. He knew exactly where his limits were, so he just kept his head down and killed, an attitude that served him well in war.

As he started running, his dark green cloak, already soaked with blood, began to dance wildly in the ash-filled wind, and some sharp silver objects flashed silently on the edge of the cloak for half a second.

A traitor who was busy harvesting the lives of the Skitarii saw his arrival, and Luther also noticed him. The reason was naturally very simple - compared with most Word Bearers, this man seemed much more normal.

There are not so many blasphemies on his armor, but he is still an enemy. It can be seen from the eight-pointed star mark on the armor that he is also a believer in the four evil gods.

The man raised his sword towards him and made an inviting gesture, which was quite provocative. Luther's answer was just four bursts of bright light that shot out from under the cloak. The traitor reacted very quickly and immediately stepped sideways to block.

Three of the shots were successfully blocked by his shoulder armor relying on his reaction and experience. The last shot hit his flank. A burning scene immediately appeared on the scarlet armor, and immediately expanded, far away. The meaning of ending.

The man roared furiously and uttered a curse: "Despicable!"

Luther was indifferent to this, and even answered his words quite politely - the cloak suddenly raised, two silver lights flashed suddenly, and with a slight buzzing, the Word Bearer's body collapsed, and his head had changed. It became a puddle of paste.

The old knight didn't even look at the corpse, and rushed past coldly. His left prosthetic limb quietly danced as he passed the corpse, and two pieces of blood-stained silver light followed the traction of his fingers and returned to the bottom of his cloak.

He continued to move forward, but a violent roar sounded in his ears: "For Ruth!"

Luther looked up and saw a group of wild wolves without any hindrance. They are fighting a group of demons. The enemies have various shapes and sharp claws, but the wolves are still victorious.

They surrounded a huge spider in the middle and used various weapons to weaken and kill it and other monsters that rushed out from it and the darkness.

This is of course not the first time Luther has encountered Russ's wolves, he has seen how cruel they can be in battle, however, this is the first time he has seen them show sadness in battle.

The old knight sighed silently, and then slowly approached.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, but the power dagger personally gifted from the Lord of the Fourth Legion had already been sheathed.

Seconds later, with a deliberate roar, Luther joined the wolf pack's battle - however, that roar was not the only means he used to announce his arrival.

A red beam of light rushed out of the cloak, purging the darkness, burning the air, and hissing through half of the spider's body. This was definitely no damage that a beam rifle could inflict.

The wolves howled in unison, and one of them, who was particularly strong, immediately swung his ax up, grabbed the wound made by Luther, and used the ax to slash at the wound of the thing. The spider screamed, but its body twisted strangely.

"Back off!"

Luther growled again - he had no other choice, that was all you had to do if you wanted to communicate with the pack. However, even though he did this, he actually didn't expect the wolves to listen. However, the reality was always beyond expectations.

The wolves obeyed his orders as an outsider perfectly, which even surprised Luther. But he didn't have time to care about that much now. The old knight immediately raised his left hand, and thirteen rays of silver light shot out from under the cloak, hitting the spider's carapace with great precision from a distance of tens of meters. Wound.

Horrible sounds of flesh and blood breaking were heard one after another, and the spider began to dance frantically with its eye-stinging joints. Many demons were pierced, cut, and smashed.

As blood and flesh splattered, a murderous intent rushed towards his face seriously. The devil's scarlet eyes all over his back turned at this moment, staring at Luther, the instigator. However, the old knight just backhanded him from the waist. He pulled out a huge caliber revolver.

That murderous intention was nothing, at least compared to Leon El'Jonson's anger many years ago.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Six rounds of deep green death light whizzed by, all hitting the spider's head, even forcing its rampage to stop for a few seconds. Then, the ugly head with huge jaws actually began to expand. At the same time, some strange noises came from inside its body.

"Get down!" Luther yelled. "All down!"

The wolves obeyed again - two of them who were slightly closer to him even rushed over and used their shields to build a shield wall for him. Luther roared angrily and reached out to pull down the two wild wolves who did not know whether to live or die. On the ground.

They buried their faces tightly in the blood, and then a terrifying sound that was sharp enough to destroy their eardrums came from the darkness.

Luther stood up slowly amid the ringing in his ears.

The wolves were talking to him, but he couldn't hear anything. He knew they couldn't hear either, and if they hadn't been lying down just now, they would even be blind now.

This is not the first time he has used the self-destruction function of the 'Flash'. Luther has long known what these inconspicuous little things can do, but this is definitely the time he blew up thirteen of them in one go. Too luxurious.

He shook his head, pushed the wolves away, and stumbled a few steps forward. There was a strange sweetness in his throat, and a sudden pain in the nerves at the joint of the prosthetic limb. The high temperature followed closely, spreading from a certain nerve to the entire body, beginning to scorch his internal organs, causing extreme pain.

The old knight gritted his teeth, fell to the ground, and roared loudly in pain. His aging body began to remind him once again of what he really was.

Yes, yes, Luther thought in a daze, I know I'm just a lucky mortal, but you don't need to torture me like this.

An icy cold wind came from behind him. The ringing in his ears and the torture of his internal organs were somewhat relieved at this moment. Luther turned his head and looked back, seeing a face that was beyond recognition in the blood.

The beard and hair were covered with scabbed blood. They should have been soft, but now they were stiff and clumped. The man looked at him with bared teeth and shouted, "Well done!"

The wild wolves roared in unison.

Luther looked at them in a daze, and a straight horizontal line suddenly flashed over their heads, illuminating everything. That light had the most intense pure white color imaginable by humans, almost so white that it was like looking directly at the sun at noon with the naked eye.

It cuts through the world of light and darkness and illuminates things at this moment. Soldier, traitor, demon, corpse.

But this was just the beginning. More lines like this suddenly shot out from behind them. The ground shook and thunderous sounds continued one after another. Luther and the wolves turned to look together, and saw some huge steel shadows in the escaping mist.

"Now we have a Titan," Luther heard the wolf treating him mutter. "That's great. Your First Legion is so rich. All Titans are equipped with volcano cannons. Do you still have a lot in stock?"

"Why do you think that's our Titan?" the old knight asked instinctively.

Interestingly, he did not deny the issue regarding the volcano cannon stockpile.

"I didn't say that was your Titan—" Wild Wolf grinned. "——Nice to meet you, Sir Luther."

"Nice to meet you."

Luther stopped talking and looked at him questioningly, trying to get a name, but the man shook his head and uttered a series of Fenrisian words. Then he spoke again in High Gothic.

"I don't have a name anymore." He said, then tilted his head, raised his arms, and included all the wild wolves behind him. "I went crazy and lost my name. I need to find it so I can tell you what my name is."

Luther frowned, but he did not show any dissatisfaction with this nagging style and statement. He even patiently asked: "So, how should I call you? I need at least a title."

"Pastor," the man said. "That's fine. It's in line with my job."

Luther nodded again, and twelve minutes later, they found Leon El'Jonson at the front of the battle line - this was a mandatory requirement of the Lion.

The First Legion is clearing away the darkness on the ground of Terra with absolute firepower and superiority, but the battle line is not advancing in a certain direction. In fact, there are active figures of the First Legion in all directions.

This resulted in an interesting phenomenon. In the four hours and twenty-eight minutes since the Dark Angels joined the battle, more than five separate wolf packs had been brought to the lion.

"Ruth died in battle," said the Lion.

His first sentence to the point made Luther tilt his head slightly, but the priest responsible for talking to him just nodded calmly.

"We know, Lord Leon—"

"——It's the leader," said the lion. "I have received Gunnar Gunhilt's words and permission. Before Russ' revenge is avenged, I will be a member of the wolf pack and I will hunt with you."

He uttered these words without question, and the priest froze, and for a moment Luther heard him mumbling to himself.

"Understood, leader." The priest bowed his head respectfully. "What are your orders?"

"Close your eyes, priest. You all are," said the Lion.

He has a sword in one hand and a spear in the other. There is no sadness or joy on his face that is cut by blood, only the purest enthusiasm for war. His words were puzzling, but the wolves immediately followed them without any hesitation.

"Keep feeling it, see?"

The priest opened his eyes after a tremor, his voice already hoarse.

".what is that?"

"That's the Star Torch," the Lion said calmly. "Sigismund of the Imperial Fists sent a request for help. He didn't give specific directions, but he didn't need to. Just close your eyes and you can see the light of the Star Torch. It should blind us and then burn us dry. Our brain, but it doesn’t, and its light is dimming like never before.”

"So, for now, we have two strategic purposes."

"First, we kill every enemy we see and rally whatever forces we can. Second, we march toward the Star Torch to support them."

"The brilliance of the Star Torch cannot be dimmed or shaken, priest. Because this disaster has affected the entire galaxy, countless people are rushing towards Terra. They may be sailing in the material universe, or they may be making jumps in the subspace. , and the Star Torch must remain stable at this moment. I promise you, every drop of blood we shed for it will be worth it."

"The wolves await your orders," the priest said simply. "When to set off?"

The lion smiled slightly.

"Now," he said. "We are together. Wolves hunt together, Priest."

He held the Spear of Dionysus tightly, the cold wind was biting, and his side face looked almost like a beast. Luther was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled knowingly.

　This chapter is 4k, and there is another chapter, I will try my best to make it 8k.

　　Still feeling like you have a low fever? Not sure, I don’t have a thermometer at home, so it’s difficult to stretch. The last mercury one was broken by myself ()

　　

　

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