40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 441 167. Terra (thirty-five)

Leon El'Jonson looked down at the spear in his hand between battles. It was quivering and gleaming, its blades heated by the death-bringing foehn winds, but it remained spotless.

It is hard to imagine that just now, it was used by a lion to pierce the enemy's shield, armor and flesh together. He raised his head. The foggy battlefield was still bloody, but they had advanced at least

No, there is no way to measure distance, or even time.

It doesn't matter.

He swung his sword and the spear was handed out at the same moment. The lion's blond hair has long been stained with blood. He is far more focused on killing than before, and he uses spears more than swords. This is a deliberate consolation that Leman Russ will be happy to see.

He killed two of the Word Bearers with a single slash and a jab, while those who remained looked at him in bewilderment, neither fleeing nor struggling.

Their choice was to talk.

"Son of God?" One of them muttered a question. "The gods say you are dead"

The lion's answer was another merciless slash, the blade shattering the scarlet armor and splitting flesh and bone cleanly in two. The bloody light disappeared in a flash, and the head flew high into the air.

Die? The lion twitched his lips indifferently. This expression certainly shouldn't be called a smile. It was just an instinctive reaction based on ridicule, but in the next second it was twisted into a terrifying murderous intention.

Death strikes again, and the beast of Caliban unleashes his ferocity. The giant sword was smashed down, and the spear was used as an axe. He killed the Word Bearers in the most brutal way.

As he expected, they were still just so-called recruits recruited, not the real elite of the Word Bearers. The lion paid no attention to this, but raised his spear and drove its handle deep into the ground.

Red meteors streak across the burning sky. The First Legion is announcing their arrival in the most ostentatious way. Countless darkness has been cleared and countless troops have been re-recruited. The organization was rebuilt, soldiers and officers walked side by side again, and the tattered tanks and armored vehicles turned into a torrent of steel and continued to speed forward indomitably.

The Dark Angels brought hope, they came late, but they brought hope nonetheless.

The lion bowed his head in thought.

The blade of the spear was close at hand, and his face shone with a gentle light, no longer sharp. For some reason, Leon El'Jonson suddenly felt a desire in his heart.

He wanted to hear a rush of running behind him, then the obnoxious shouts and energetic frolics of Leman Russ.

You thought I was dead, bro, right? ! ha! I fooled you! Now give me the spear, I'm going into battle!

He heard no such sound and continued on.

Never forget the duty we were born to do. A voice said in his heart. Our job is to kill, our job is to win. Victory or death, nothing more.

I know. replied the lion.

He and his angels, his wolves, continued to walk side by side. Everything was covered in blood and sludge, but they still fought.

For Terra, for the Imperium, and for humanity.

The demons are endless, and the traitors appear from the flanks, launching sneak attacks in the thick fog. They brought some heavy firepower that was never meant to be in their hands, and even had a few pre-placed death minefields.

Tanks and armored vehicles rumbled, and artillery roared. Every time you advance one meter, you have to kill four to five enemies, sometimes some savage-like cultists, and you don't know where they came from. Sometimes it's a clumsy Word Bearers recruit, but most of the time it's a demon.

They cover the sky, and their numbers are so numerous that it stings the eyes. The influence of the power of Chaos has made communication equipment completely unusable, and the chain of command has become dilapidated. No commander can carry out his orders to the entire army at this moment, not even the Lion.

What's more, he doesn't have this intention. He just wants to continue heading towards the Star Torch. Then - the Sons of Horus came, and another kind of Word Bearers, one more like daemons than Astartes.

The elite Gastalin Terminators and these hybrid monsters sneak-attacked the advancing artillery team from the rear right side at extremely high speeds. After the attack, they immediately escaped into the thick fog and evacuated.

Then there was another artillery position, which was also attacked. No one reported it to him, but the Lion still relied on his keenness to sense what was hidden behind these two similar attacks.

He smiled a little, because this kind of premeditated attack was definitely beyond the control of the wildlings and Word Bearers recruits.

This means that there are other people out there, people who know what they are doing but still choose to help them.

Then another instinct of the lion began to be awakened. Caliban's emerald green eyes suddenly brightened.

He just took one step, and the thick ash and cruel mud was replaced by the moist soil of the forest. He took a few more steps, and the ground changed again, returning from dirt to pale ashes.

He just appeared quietly behind the enemy group. The Word Bearers and the Sons of Horus knew nothing about this, and were still busy harvesting the lives of the artillery squads. The pungent magic breath emanating from their bodies made the hairs of the lions stand on end.

For a moment, he refused to believe that what appeared before him was a human being, not a demon.

So, this is what you do to yourself? The lion raised his sword and spear in disgust. Disregarding justice, he willingly acts as a lackey and harms loyal people.

Willing to fall.

Anger burning in his heart, he silently began to charge, facing the demonic tide alone.

Many members of the artillery squad are still alive, but they can't help him. They have done their duty faithfully for a long time, and even their hearing has been destroyed by the sound of the artillery. How can they fight against such a joint demonic army again?

However, Leon El'Jonson would never sit back and watch them be slaughtered. He roared, attracting many traitors who were bent on killing. As soon as they saw him they roared more, and the enemies came swarming, just as the lion wanted.

He beheaded a Son of Horus with a swing of his sword, the Terminator's thick design and helmet not helping him, at least not this time. The lion sword killed him lightly and slashed at the other person.

The man tried to resist with his assault shield, but a spear pierced him from another angle. He only had time to kill two of them, as composite bolters, autocannons, multi-meltas, or heavy flamers began firing in unison the next moment.

He began to dodge and block, his instinct was urging his body, causing the lion to turn into a bolt of lightning. An incredible bolt of lightning.

The explosive bomb failed to hit him, the automatic cannon was blocked and knocked away by him with his great sword, and the melt was chopped up by him with the spear in his hand. The promethium flame was the only weapon that could slow down his steps slightly, but it only stopped for less than half a second.

The traitors were still firing, but the Calibans, covered in flames, were already galloping out of the hellish heat with hair and hair covered with hair. The hot wind burned away the air, and he rushed into the center of the Terminators, finally revealing his claws. Cut horizontally, chop vertically, and smash downward. Forehand chops, backhand chops, spear thrusts, spinning, waving, flying up and down. His figure was floating in the bloody battle, like a blood-stained shadow, with blond hair flying, and emerald green eyes not stained by any dust.

When he killed the twenty-second traitor wearing Terminator armor, they finally realized who they were facing. Then the Word Bearers came, armor and flesh intertwined and fused, the marks of Chaos visible everywhere on their bodies.

They surrounded him. The leader opened his mouth flamboyantly and proudly, trying to say his name. The lion strode towards him and killed him with a sword before he could speak.

He himself didn't realize how terrible this thing was. He was two hundred meters away from the man, but it only took him one step to cross it.

The head flew up and spun. Before it landed, the scarlet armor gradually twisted in the shrieking and twisting shadow. A pair of fleshy wings emerged from the back of the back and vibrated rapidly.

Leon realizes that his enemy is still alive and needs to escape. Without thinking, he just stretched out his hand, pulled it off, and cut it completely in half with his sword.

This all happens in a third of a second.

There is no room for thinking, fighting, only fighting itself. Primitive and pure, the wildness of the lion is taking him to see the true meaning.

He has the skills of a knight and the heart of a man, but he is still a lion in the forest. When the territory is threatened and the group is harmed by outsiders, lions will do something like this - not to kill, but to take revenge.

Blood splattered and the lion pounced on another Word Bearer. Time was slowed down, slowed down, slowed down enough for the lion to see every detail of this man's twisted face.

He saw fear, enlightenment, and madness. He even knew what this man was going to do, he was going to yell, to be emboldened, and to attack him with his arm transformed into a blade by the power of Chaos.

So the lion took the opportunity to dismember him, completely dismembering him. The internal organs and broken bones fell to the ground from the chopped-off chest. He wanted to say something, but the lion slapped him away with his sword, causing his jaw and skull to shatter.

At the same time, two other claws behind him attacked his back at a speed far exceeding that of any Astartes. Despicable, effective, precise, ruthless - the only problem is, they all miss.

Without any warning, the lion disappeared in place again. Only the moist forest breath and a green leaf floated slowly, and fell to the ground stained red with blood, as if mocking their incompetence.

At the same time, the Gastalin Terminators who had left the battle group to hunt down the artillery squad and destroy their positions were once again attacked by lion swords and wolf spears. The lion fell from the sky, brutally dismembered one of them, and then Disappear again.

As the sound of the shelling died away and silence began to fall, the traitors began to realize something else - they were being hunted.

There is no doubt about this, because every ten seconds, a lion rushes out from the dark corner, opening its fangs and biting one of them to pieces. His armor was covered in blood and steaming, and he came only for their death.

Farkus Kaibo was also aware of this, but was not surprised. This was what he expected. He had foreseen this day since he had watched the Emperor's Children kill each other on the Spirit of Vengeance.

Kybor knew that one day they would be pitted against each other on the battlefield, and that the Primarchs would be among them - except his own.

His primarch no longer exists, just an empty shell. Horus Luperkar would not order his brother's legions to kill each other, would not allow them to attack, nor would he allow the Spirit of Vengeance to crash land on Terra.

But he didn't dare to resist. From beginning to end, Farkus Kaibo witnessed every detail with his own eyes and saw every bit of cruelty and coldness that definitely did not belong to his father, but he still did not dare to resist.

How ridiculous, how sad, how deserved.

So, this is the ending he deserves.

Farkus Cable raised his bloodless lightning claw toward Leon El'Jonson, then lowered it.

come on.

He closed his eyes. The strong wind hit, and the moist earthy smell disappeared in a flash, and then sharp pain came from his chest. He opened his eyes and saw the eyes of the lion before darkness struck.

A green, completely ruthless, without any mercy.

That's how it should be. This is how you should treat me. He struggled to spit out half a broken syllable and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything anymore, not even tears.

"Farkus Kaibo." The lion nodded to him. "traitor."

The Son of Horus greeted his death with a silent smile. He fell to the ground, and his two hearts were completely destroyed at the same moment. This was the lion's method - but he was not really dead yet, and his eyes were staring blankly at the burning sky.

At the last moment of his life, he saw a golden light and a figure with wings on his back.

The dead Farkus Cable was the first to see Sanguinius' arrival.
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Push it and do it again. Take a deep breath, exert force, push. Avoid the blade that is too big, use the pierced palms and fingers to fix the stone, push, and keep pushing. Take a deep breath, we're almost there, do it again, hold it with your shoulders

Then the stone fell, falling off the cliff and straight into the abyss. The wind howls, the dead scream, and the innocent souls roar. Khalil stood on the edge of the cliff watching it fall to the ground, and returned to the starting point, under the cliff, without saying a word.

He started pushing again.

There is golden light shining in his palm. Just as Constantin Waldo said, he has one more chance, one chance to recall his memory. Use it and the painful torture will be over, but he must continue to endure it.

not the right time yet.

He pushed up the stone with concentration, but some pictures flashed before his eyes. Three coalition forces and five original bodies in front of the Star Torch Gate. The burning fleet in orbit, the Queens of Glory biting each other, and the burning surface of Mars

and a fleet in the warp.

He smiled.

Come quickly. Conrad. How else can the god wake up for the last time?

　4k for this chapter, and one more chapter to go.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)