40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 436 162. Terra (thirty)

If we were to put it more brutally and compare Constantine Valdo to a beast, then the Royal Palace of Terra would naturally be his lair. There is no insult in this metaphor, it is simply a statement of fact.

The palace is his lair, his territory, and Waldo has been here since it was built. He knew every road, room, palace, and sentry stationed within, but unfortunately, this knowledge was of no use now.

The palace was once a huge complex, but now it's just a broken ruin, obscured by darkness and a monster-infested place covered in thick ash.

Which is good, because Constantin Waldo is extremely proficient at killing monsters. As early as the time when the Inanimate didn't really cause harm to the world, he was already dealing with people who turned into monsters due to war.

The winner is swallowed up by the desire for war, the loser is wrapped up in the shame and hatred brought by defeat, or the vain person is simply swallowed up by ambition.

But now it was different, he was facing another kind of monster.

Fortunately, it doesn't make much difference.

Waldo swung the spear with one hand, and the spear accurately and smoothly cut through a piece of rotten ceramic steel connected to the flesh. What burst out from the wound was not the smell of flesh and blood, but a terrifying stench.

The injured son of Lorgar Aurelion roared and pushed towards him with his shoulders. There was no heart in his exposed chest, only a twisted meridians. However, at this moment, Waldo saw his heart and realized the truth.

He knew that the eyes hidden behind the scarlet goggles had been completely devoured by the inanimate beings in the subspace, their essence disappeared, their names and souls were torn into pieces, and he took a few greedy bites.

And they are never satisfied, they are always hungry for more. For example, right now, they are thirsting for the flesh and blood of Constantine Waldo.

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army was indifferent and just handed out the spear in his hand with one hand. He pierced the scarlet armor, drew out his spear with perfect skill, and blocked a short blade that came from behind.

A vicious beast rushed out of the mist of subspace and rushed towards him at this moment. The thing's mouth was wide open, and its rotating teeth were densely packed in the mouth, waiting for the arrival of flesh and blood. Waldo knocked it away with a kick Kicked back, then immediately turned around and swept.

The blade of the spear shone with golden light, and no drop of dirty blood could obscure this light. All kinds of weapons were already coming at him, but he was faster than them, always, just a little faster, but it was like a world of difference. Golden light flashed, and four corpses that had been cut in half slowly fell to the ground.

Visions after the killing came to mind, and the Spear of the Sun was like this, keen to transmit the feelings and memories of the dead back to him, but nothing was left of these fallen ones, they didn't even remember their own names.

What was beneath the scarlet armor wrapped in human skin and bones was definitely not flesh and blood, but decaying dust.

It's so cruel, can't they see clearly?

Waldo shook his head, holding his weapon in one hand, and stepped into the deeper darkness.

This place can no longer be regarded as the real world, but, to be honest, there are only a handful of places in the entire Terra that can be regarded as the 'material universe'.

Waldo stepped through the thick dust and jumped onto a burning Leman Russ tank. The death of the crew caught his attention.

They did not die from the chain reaction caused by the destruction of the Leman Russ tank, although their bodies were indeed being burned by the flames and they could not leave at all. But Waldo could see that they had died long before that.

They were described as emaciated, their skin contained no moisture, their muscles atrophied, and their blood was devoured. Something killed them, and only after that did the Leman Russ tank be destroyed.

demon?

Waldo stood up, jumped out of the armored vehicle, and walked through the burning trench again. Rogal Dorn had not designed these trenches, and Stone's design would not have been so crude.

He kept it to himself and moved on. There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere, and thick ashes trembled slightly in the air. The black snow did not fall where he was, which meant that he found the right path, because Rogal Dorn was in such a place.

He wanted to find Rogal Dorn, and he had to find him.

This is the Emperor's order.

With his cloak sweeping away the ashes, the Admiral of the Imperial Guard jumped onto the top of the rough trench, and a foul-smelling breeze blew at this moment. He sniffed gently and easily analyzed a unique smell of blood.

He held the spear tightly with one hand and shook his right hand on his chest, causing waves of insignificant pain. His self-healing ability failed to work as it should in the face of this wound. If you want to hold the Lord's Sword, you must pay a certain price.

But he didn't care about the cost and just continued to sniff.

He was already quite familiar with the smell of chaos, and this smell was different. It didn't belong to humans, but it didn't belong to demons either.

A trace of undetectable worry flashed across Waldo's face.

Among the many Primarchs, Rogal Dorn was one of the few that Valdor could respect.

Everyone else is either too naive or too stupid. Donne is different. He is not sophisticated, but he is not naive either. He's not stupid, but he doesn't think he has extraordinary intelligence either. From this aspect, he sounds like a mediocre person, but in fact he is not. Rogal Dorn has a unique toughness. This kind of tenacity allows him to despise everything and transcend everything, but he is willing to be a humble person.

A humble, yet incredibly tough man. He even showed indifference when he learned that his decades of hard work were actually useless, and turned around to lay out more strategies against the ground of Terra.

Therefore, from any perspective, Constantine Waldo does not want Rogal Dorn to die at this moment.

So he started running, following the smell of blood. Like a dim light piercing into the depths of darkness, the smell of blood began to grow stronger, as if someone had been bleeding here for hundreds of years.

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army frowned suddenly. He felt that his perception was being clouded, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He stopped and stopped running, but it was too late.

Without any warning, the world in front of him suddenly brightened up, and all kinds of sounds poured into his ears. Roars, gunfire, and the sound of flesh being torn apart.

He looked over wordlessly and saw a group of Astartes fighting bloody battles.

They fought bravely and were worthy enough to be called elite. They were only about five hundred people, but they were able to engage in a back-and-forth tug-of-war with demons several times their number on this blood-stained yellow sand.

However, Waldo had never seen that kind of blue-red paint. There was also the flag that was flying on their position, with a black base and a red outer ring, with a scarlet fist printed in the middle.

These two things alone are enough to make people suspicious, not to mention their equipment. Many people's power armor is mixed and matched, as well as a large number of bolters, chainswords, promethium flamethrowers and other heavy firepower. Quite scarce.

The most critical point is that they have no auxiliary troops accompanying them, not even half of them.

The wrinkles between the Admiral's brows became more and more ugly - what is going on? But he didn't have time to ask questions at all, because the bloody battle had already arrived at his door.

Dozens of scarlet hounds twitched their bodies, turned their heads from the array of demons, and barked loudly towards where he was. The cruel staggered teeth slowly wriggled in the lipless mouth.

The demon holding them with the barbed rope roared excitedly, immediately let go of his hand, let the hound out of the cage, and rushed towards Waldo with the scimitar in his hand. Some of its kind also immediately caught up, lest they fall behind even half a step.

Waldo looked at the demonic tide calmly, and stepped into the blood with his golden boots without any hesitation. Before all the demons could, he thrust out his spear.

The first hound was impaled by him, the second was chopped in half by him, and the third jumped up high and tried to bite his injured right hand, but Waldo shattered its jaw with a cruel knee. He raised his foot and crushed its head, then continued the killing.

They came one after another, rushing toward him crazily, their bloodthirsty impulses so obvious in those eyes that had no sense of consciousness. But Waldo remained unmoved - for him, these enemies were still too slow.

He's always faster than them, and can always be just a little faster to draw more attacks that can be parried, blocked, dodged or even kill the attacker before that happens.

It only took him thirteen seconds to kill all the hounds, and then he began to wait for the first-born demons with two horns.

The first demon to arrive was armed with a sharp axe, and the axe's surface shone scarlet in the power of chaos. The first blow it chose was a simple straight slash, and Waldo stepped back, then impaled it with his ax and lifted it high into the air.

The demon roared angrily, but his body was shattered by a gentle rotation. The pieces of flesh and blood fell together with the axe, and the blood flew in the dusty air, forming a spectacular spectacle.

A golden light then flashed, and Waldo brutally smashed through Xiaoxiao's blood curtain and silently entered the demon community.

Two minutes later, he had killed every demon that dared challenge him.

In the battle formation not far away, more beast eyes shining with lava looked towards here wordlessly. They were attracted by the blood and miserable howls, and were drawn to warlike hearts by the silent victory of the Forbidden Marshal. Thunderous drums began to sound in their battle array.

Waldo thrust the spear deeply into the ground with one hand, and then suddenly raised it. Flesh, flesh and dust were scattered together, but the brilliance of the Sun God's Spear was as dazzling as lightning.

He said to the demon tide: "Come challenge me."

They come like crazy.

　Fifteen thousand today, this is the first chapter, there are four more chapters.

　　I didn’t update yesterday because my schedule was crazy. I woke up at four in the afternoon, had a meal and started writing, and then fell asleep again while writing. ()

　　

　

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