40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 446 172. Interlude: Reignition (4.3, k)

When the golden light spread across the entire battlefield, Leon El'Jonson was the first person to discover it.

But he couldn't get away for the time being. It was true that he could use his talents to leave here, but he couldn't do so. At least, he couldn't simply leave before he killed all the demonic waves in front of him.

This is what he thinks and does.

The creatures of hell swarmed towards him, and the lion swung his spear with his backhand, piercing several demons at once. The brilliance shining on the blade of the spear completely burned their filthy flesh and blood in an instant. Pungent green smoke curled up, but the lion did not pull out the spear.

He did only one thing - he swung the spear as if it were a sword. It sliced ​​open the bodies of the demons, and he swung them into a sharp circle as they howled.

The stinking etheric flesh and blood all died away, but this was only the beginning, because the lion sword also immediately began to roar. With a heavy sound of breaking through the air, it was thrown out by the lion, and a huge brass bull pierced its body.

The lion followed closely behind, running wildly, its golden hair dancing wildly. The bull roared angrily, turned around, pointed its horns at him, and ran with even more furious speed and power.

Its intention was very obvious. Even if the abdomen was still bleeding, it would use its horns to pierce the instigator. However, the leader of the First Army was certainly not prepared to confront it head-on.

He disappeared midway, leaving only the angry bull wreaking havoc in the demonic tide. It actually knows what it's doing, but it doesn't care. Its master only wants blood. When the mood strikes, it doesn't matter whose blood it is.

As a result, the lion was able to successfully retrieve his sword and watched coldly as the demonic tide was ravaged by the strongest brass bull.

Then, there was a wild roar in the sky. He looked up and saw a blazing fireball falling from the sky and hitting the demonic tide heavily.

The lion turned around and saw a group of mortals shouting loudly on their position. The flag belonging to the 65th Armored Regiment of Terra was waving wildly on the position and dancing wildly.

A smile finally appeared on the cold face of the original body, bringing back some human warmth.

He gripped the sword and spear tightly and disappeared. When he reappeared, he already appeared in an open space with the smell of the forest - at least compared to other parts of the battlefield, this was an open space.

There was blood and piles of broken limbs everywhere, piled high, of all types. Commoners, Astartes, Skitarii, Daemons.

The lion frowned. He saw the starting point of the golden light, so he used his talent to go here. But he didn't expect that this place would look like this.

Ruth's spirit appeared in his eyes.

"It's a wonder, brother," his dead brother said solemnly. "You and I have experienced too many wars, some were embarrassing, some were great, some were unmentionable, and some left you and me with blood on our hands."

He wandered over to a corpse and touched the bright yellow helmet of the corpse with his illusory hand.

"And what about this kind?" Russ asked. "You have to think about one thing clearly, Leon. You have to understand what kind of war we are going through."

"Why are you saying this?" The lion frowned and asked sincerely. "Am I not aware enough?"

Ruth stopped talking and just looked at him with seeming pity.

The lion's anger was aroused in an instant. It was always like this. Whether he was alive or dead, Leman Russ had a way to make him angry.

However, a burst of laughter followed closely behind, rushing from behind the anger, extinguishing it, forcing the lion to shake his head helplessly.

Holding his sword and spear, he went to the pile of corpses and waited patiently - it always has to be like this, you must wait patiently before hunting.

And he didn't have to wait long, because the ground immediately began to burn. The metal and soil in which the bones were buried began to be burned together by the sudden appearance of blood flames, and then softened and deteriorated, becoming like a living swamp.

High-temperature steam composed of dark etheric essence gradually rose from it. The lion frowned and heard a scream as loud as a wild beast - or in other words, a roar full of anger and unwillingness.

A door appeared in front of him. Different from the giant door that had appeared before, this door was only five meters high. The gold that made up its main body had long been rusted, and the reliefs on it were weathered and old. The clear details in the past were now It's completely blurry.

No matter how carefully you identify it, you can only see a rough figure from above, a figure wearing a laurel wreath or something similar and holding a long sword.

The strong wind then rose up, roaring and knocking the door open, and a golden light and a bloody light were entangled and blasted out. In the loud noise that sounded like the end of the world, the lion saw five human figures that seemed too abstract in the light, and a demon that was constantly repeating the process of melting and resurrecting.

The lion narrowed his eyes and left the place in an instant. The sword and spear attacked the thing together, and immediately chopped its chest into pieces, and its internal organs rolled to the ground.

The demon didn't seem to care, its eyes were red and full of confusion. The obsidian-like fangs touched each other up and down, rubbing tightly. In a murmuring tone, it slowly uttered a name.

"Sanguinius."

The lion's hair stood on end, he roared angrily, and pierced the demon's head with his spear. But that thing actually grabbed the edge of the spear with just one hand, and never let go even though the flesh and blood of that hand continued to melt.

In just half a second, its right hand had gone back and forth between resurrection and destruction eight times. At the same time, the murmur turned into a loud roar, and the wet bloody stench burst out from its throat, followed by a name.

"Sanguinius! Sanguinius!"

It howled like crazy, threw down the wolf spear, suddenly raised its wings on its back, and immediately flew into the sky, constantly screaming the name of the Angel of Baal.

The lion roared angrily and was about to catch up, but a voice forced him to stop.

"grown ups--!"

A madman wrapped in a bloody robe shouted and rushed towards him. Just a short step away, the lion instinctively swung his sword and beheaded him.

He was already very sensitive to this color. If the wolf spear in his hand hadn't suddenly raised and blocked the lion sword, the madman would have been dead and dismembered at this moment.

"My lord, my lord, save my brother."

The madman screamed and fell at his feet. At this time, the lion discovered the man's abnormal height and the obviously disabled twisted ankle. He frowned and wanted to say something, but this person had already grabbed his leg armor.

"Save them, sir. They cannot die. We have to guard the Star Torch. We cannot die," he muttered nervously. "We are the key, the keyhole, the door. We must exist."

The male lion slowly exhaled a breath. He looked down at this person and soon saw his true identity. However, this matter made him quite puzzled.

"Azeik Ahriman?" he called his name. "How will you be here?"

The madman raised his head and glanced at him drowsily. There were two flickering dim flames shining in the eye sockets without eyelids, with a scarlet background and pitch black outside. Hearing this, he could only show a complicated expression that seemed to be crying but not smiling.

"Save them, Lord Leon," he pleaded hoarsely. "Save my brothers."

The lion frowned and raised his head, looking at the four people who were still unconscious. Each one of them is extremely twisted, each one is a bloody person, and the armor on their bodies has been damaged by the war to the point of being completely rusted.

The lion lifted his legs to break free from Ahriman's restraints and walked towards them, but during the process he heard Russ's voice again. "Ah, Bjorn." The Fenrisian ghost sighed softly in his ear. "So honorable, so loyal but all I can give you is endless pain."

"Stop telling these damn riddles!" The lion suddenly roared, the sound so loud that even Ahriman was surprised. "You either tell me the whole story or shut up!"

"But, but, my lord," Ahriman said hesitantly. "I don't know much about this myself."

The lion didn't answer him.
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When that thing appeared - or rather appeared again, Sanguinius immediately sensed it. Its appearance flashed before his eyes, its ferocious face that only belonged to nightmare hell, and its mouth full of obsidian fangs and brass armor.

Finally there was blood, its blood, the blood he had let flow.

The angel raised his head and looked toward the sky. He saw a meteor wrapped in black smoke, rushing towards where he was at a rapid speed.

The angel looked away wordlessly, raising the Spear of Completion high, followed by the Red Blade, forming a sharp cross angle with the spear. Light shone from between his wings, and his armor made of gold, ceramite, and adamantium shone brightly at this moment.

"Witness me!"

He shouted loudly, and his descendants and mortals all looked over at this moment. Even the devil briefly stopped his blasphemous behavior because of his holy figure.

"Witness me, loyal ones!"

His voice rose to a thunderous roar that pained the daemons and inspired the loyalists.

"I will slay demons here!"

As the words fell, his wings vibrated, and in the smoke and dust that suddenly rose, Sanguinius turned into a golden light and shot straight into the sky.

In the sight of everyone on the ground, the golden light transformed by the angel collided head-on with the evil star in just a few seconds. At that moment, everyone heard the sound of their weapons clashing with each other.

That sound could not be described in words. It was not thunder, but it was louder than thunder.

The dark purple clouds were sadly dispersed by the shock wave, but the bloody light on the horizon began to become more and more dazzling, until it turned into a blood-red mirror, encompassing all the battles on the battlefield.

The hellish reflection turned into a haze, weighing heavily on people's hearts, but the roar of the angel shattered the haze, as if it was not worth mentioning at all.

"I have already banished you once, demon!"

Angel Baal rebuked loudly, and the strong wind blew by, and the rising cold air lifted his long hair up, as if the wind also wanted to cheer for him.

"But it won't happen this time." Ka'banha replied inarticulately, a sinister smile slowly appearing on its face.

"You still don't understand the difference between us, dear angel. I will fail, but I will come back again and again. I am a warrior and I will fight until the end of time. Nothing can stop me from reaching this end. I will Always achieve glory for the Blood God. But you are different. Your so-called emperor can only make you shine while you are alive. And once you die."

It laughed wildly, its left hand ignited with blood flames without warning, and a long brass whip appeared on it. It whipped, and the long whip shattered the wind, dancing a cunning and vicious arc, hitting Sanguinius's left wing.

Its purpose is obvious, to deprive Sanguinius of his ability to fly. But the angel didn't dodge at all. He handed over the spear of completion with his backhand, and the long whip wrapped around it along with the inertia. Kabanha was slightly stunned, then immediately roared excitedly.

"Come on, let's wrestle, just like last time!" It laughed wildly again. "This is called fighting!"

The spears and whips began to tremble with each other. Both warriors were the best in their respective fields. Sanguinius came from the world of the living, and the demon came from the chaotic realm of the unborn, but this did not detract from their respective identities. The great strength of the warrior.

The wrestling became extremely anxious due to their respective strengths, but Kabanha turned his laughter into a roar at this moment.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for today, angel! You don't know how much I want to drink your blood. I will become your disaster, the disaster of your army. I will devour every one of you. Heir!"

Sanguinius made no reply, but gave the spear a sudden jerk.

The whip in Kabanha's hand was still held between the four terrifying claws, showing no signs of loosening. But it itself was pulled over by the angel's sudden tug.

It immediately realized that something was wrong, and the black wings behind it immediately roared and vibrated, and it wanted to retreat to avoid the dyed red blade in the angel's left hand. At the same time, the huge ax in its right paw also started to dance.

Its intention is really obvious. If the angel doesn't let go or doesn't flinch, it will exchange injuries with the angel. But how could Sanguinius let it do so easily?

The white wings behind him immediately flapped, turning him into a ray of golden light again, quickly passing through a corner of the sky.

A strong wind blew in, and the demon roared angrily. A scarlet tongue popped out from between its fangs, and it roared in the midst of the successive clouds.

"How can a fight between you and me be such a child's play! Stop, angel! Let's have a serious fight with me!"

"You too?"

Sanguinius responded with a cold laugh, and at the same time, he actually let go of the Spear of Perfection, and at the same time used the arc of flight to throw the demon away.

Kabanha obviously did not expect this scene, but the huge momentum accumulated along the way made it impossible to stop the momentum on its own once it was thrown out.

There was a great deal of blood, and red lightning flashed in the dark clouds. The demon wailed and was about to say something, but there was a sharp pain in his chest.

It looked up and saw the angel's firm eyes.

"How did you—" the demon roared and asked, but a bolt of lightning terminated its inquiry.

The blood-red lightning illuminated the surrounding area in scarlet, the clouds shattered, and the lightning danced wildly among them. The angel's blond hair had already been wetted with the blood of the devil, and the same was true for the golden armor. He spread the wings behind him with all his strength, held the sword in both hands, and inserted the Ranchi Blade into Kabanha's chest.

Amidst the scarlet thunder, they smashed through the clouds and descended from the sky like meteors, bringing with them a dazzling trajectory of intertwined gold and red.

Half a minute later, they landed with a thud.

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