40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 460 183. Terra (forty-one, son of patricide, the only rebel)

I found you. Shen said. His voice echoed in the darkness, like a monster's roar.

He took Constantine Valdo's spear in both hands and held it tightly.

From the demon's wound, many flickering images are coming. Murder, murder, murder - endless killings with no end in sight.

Shen pulled out the spear and threw it away. The Marshal of the Forbidden Army caught it firmly and the sword was sheathed.

The demon smiled, its fangs protruding from its lips, and foul-smelling saliva dripped: "What did you see, dear Shen?"

Shen kept silent and didn't answer, just drew his sword, never forgiving, never looking back.

Angel Tai slashed from behind Samus, Orperson aimed at Samus's head and pulled the trigger, and Constantin Valdo turned his spear into a glow in the sky and threw it, aiming at it. chest.

Faced with all these attacks, Samus' only response was to stand still. It doesn't hide, it doesn't defend, it just smiles.

Its sharp teeth reflect all the remaining light in the darkness. Each refractive surface is a mirror, bringing pictures that belong to other places here. Shen stared at its teeth and slashed out both swords together.

The demon's back was slashed, his eyes were pierced by bolts, his chest was pierced by a spear, and his jaw was chopped open by two swords. Its body shattered into millions of pieces in an instant, and this was not their fault.

They wanted to kill it, but couldn't do it this way. No one can kill a demon this way.

Samus' head fell wetly into his own blood, smiling silently. Its orange eyes were flashing crazily, as if something was struggling in them.

Brutal power flashed from the eyes of the head, and rolling thunder began to be heard in the darkness. All changes appear abrupt and disharmonious, but the songs of the inanimate have no order at all.

The only remaining incomplete head of Samus began to deform, and the gelatinous black mud covered every fine hard hair and gurgled out of every hole.

The demon's eyes were squeezed out of their sockets, and two other eyes immediately took their place, as if they couldn't wait. Samus' tongue danced and twisted wildly on the ground like a long snake, and all the sharp teeth fell off. Human teeth began to fill the mouth and deformed the gums.

A piece of mandible suddenly formed from the stinky blood, fitting the face, and Samus's eyes rolled to Shen's feet.

All of this happens in less than half a second.

The devil's voice came from its tongue.

Laugh wildly.

"I really love this kind of drama——!" it exclaimed. "Fight with all your strength, heroes! Then I will bring the end, I will bring the end!"

Shen lifted his foot and crushed its eyes, while Orpeson shot and shattered its tongue and teeth. Angel Tai swung his sword to slash at the new-born, wet and bloody human head, and Constantin Waldo held out the spear with him.

A sure attack, an attack without any hesitation. But it was held securely by two hands.

The words of Colchis shimmered with golden light on his naked and strong arms, and gradually rose up, snatching away the sword and spear with overwhelming force that could not be resisted. The white robe emerged out of thin air from the sludge-like black colloid, automatically and without wind.

Lorgar Aurelion stood before them with a smile, spotless, with skin as smooth as mutton-fat white jade, golden light emerging, and as handsome as a god.

"As soon as I heard your voice, I hurried over, my son." Luo Jia lowered his head gently and looked at Angel Tai. "Our friend Samus has asked me for a lot of things for this. He is really a greedy guy, but what can I do? I must come to see you, just like you have been looking for me."

He let go and threw the sword and spear together, and a dull echo came from the darkness. The Great Speaker thoughtfully raised his right hand and supported his chin, as if to confirm whether it still existed.

After he confirmed this, he continued to tell.

"But I want to point out a mistake of yours, Angel Tai. You shouldn't have traveled with these people. Look what kind of companions you have found. The guardians of false gods, the foolish immortals, the sharp blades of gods. You You should stand with the truly pious.”

Behind him, a roar came from the darkness.

"Batusa." Angel Tai stopped him without looking back. "Don't be fooled, we all know what it is."

The limping Battusa Narek slowly walked out of the darkness, his gray armor covered with blood. More Sons of Aurelion walked out, and the thick fog gradually rose. The nightblades silently waited for the opportunity to attack.

A sword and a spear were handed over one by one and eventually returned to their respective owners.

The Great Word Bearer watched this scene patiently without any reaction. Most of the time, his eyes were only on Angel Tai. Those eyes seemed to penetrate the helmet and reach directly underneath, causing a pain to rise between Angel Tai's eyebrows and a vague understanding in his heart. Enlightenment.

"I am Lorgar Aurelion."

The Great Word Bearer reached out and fished out his scepter from the void, and blazing flames burst out from the top, burning the head red.

"What am I besides this?" he asked.

"Death," Angel Tai said, and charged, sword swinging.

He had prepared many words for today, including righteous rebuke and vows of revenge. But now, when he actually came face to face with the thing wearing Luojia's skin, he realized that he could not say even a single word.

Even his anger was completely suppressed by something cold. At this moment, all Angel Tai could feel was fatigue. He has nothing to say anymore. He has been carrying bitter hatred for decades and cannot see the stars in the sea.

Today is the end.

His blade was as fast as lightning, and the Word Bearer did not dodge.

Can the Primarch be harmed? Of course. The original body also has flesh and blood, and even if it is wearing power armor, it is still possible to be penetrated, not to mention that it is only wearing a robe at the moment - but if you want to hurt it, you have to touch it first.

Angel Tai's sword blade was lightly blocked by the scepter, and the thing under Lorca Aurelion's skin caused him to frown slightly, revealing a look of sadness and confusion.

Constantine Waldo came next. The Marshal of the Forbidden Army had never liked Luojia, but at this moment, when he really saw such a blasphemous thing with his own eyes, anger still welled up in his heart.

This unprecedented anger prompted him not to continue observing, but to take action again. The Sun God's Spear cut through the air, easily seized the gap, and pierced the chest of the Great Word Bearer.

It should have been an excellent result, but Waldo immediately withdrew his spear as if he was electrocuted, took several steps back, and his body twitched like an epilepsy. The battle was about to break out, and no one except Orr Persson had the time to care about his condition at this moment.

Battusa Narek and his brothers roared and fired, supplies of equipment from the Ultramarines and Midnight Blades upgraded for their smaller numbers, meltaguns and plasma blazing together, heavy bolters and reapers. The double-barreled automatic cannon roared and tore up the air, speeding towards the fake with only its skin remaining, carrying incomparable resentment.

Luojia smiled and shed dark blood. The scepter flashed in the air, repelling Angel Tai, and the boiling flames immediately surrounded his side. The molten and plasma energy clusters smashed into pieces, and the explosive bombs and automatic cannons were completely evaporated before they even got close, creating more explosions and high temperatures.

Shen narrowed his eyes, made a gesture silently, and gave an order wordlessly. In the flames, the voice belonging to Lorga Aurelion continued.

"Son of impiety." He seemed displeased. "Why is this so? Don't you have eyes to see clearly who I am?"

Shen ran over and pulled Angel Tai up. The son of Aurelion calmly refused his help, stood up slowly, and took off his helmet.

Steaming blood spurted out from the connection between the helmet and the neck guard, flowing down the eagle emblem on the armor. There was a golden light shining between his eyebrows.

"Shut your fucking mouth," Angel Tai said in Nostramo. "I know what you want."

He sounded almost like Argo Severtarion. Shen looked at him in surprise.

Angel Tai raised his hand, held the sword behind his back, and pressed the hilt between his eyebrows. Golden light flashed, leaving a bright glow on the hilt, like blood.

He walked forward, facing the flames, holding his sword upside down.

"I know—" He switched back to Colchis. "-I always knew, every night he was calling me, telling me what you did."

"The things that were stolen from the master are not treated as they should be in the hands of thieves. I often tremble, you know? Every time I tremble, I know that you are doing evil again. You are killing people, sacrificing, and letting the world burn. , and still bear his name and his face."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"Get out," Angel Tai said. "Come out of the flames and face his last loyal heir, thief."

A bloody face poked out of the wall of flames, and the flesh and blood that had been burned to the point of sizzling oil was falling down continuously. The quivering lips seemed to melt on the teeth, and the tongue hung between the dry teeth, like a long snake.

Angel Tai roared and thrust out his sword, hitting the face accurately. Laughter rose unbridled from behind the wall of fire, a hand grabbing his sword, and then himself.

The Great Word Bearer rushed out of it with a face of ecstasy. The putrid wind disappeared in a flash, and the flames spread, directly driving back the sons of Aurelion who were about to charge forward.

Bartusa Narek gasped gloomily, began to change the magazine for the heavy explosive bomb in his hand, and pulled off a string of fragmentation grenades from his armed belt. He finished changing the magazines, wrapped them around his left hand, and began to wait for the opportunity.

Shen and he had some strange tacit understanding at this moment. He raised his sword in silence and waited calmly. A man of great words is unhurried and has a bright smile.

"Finally." He whispered with satisfaction, his voice was sticky and wet, and there was a frightening stench in his breath. "The last spirit"

His eyes began to change color, turning into two spinning black holes. The skin suddenly became thinner, and the monster roared and pushed up his skin, as if it was about to break free.

Angel Tai was not shaken or afraid at all. He knew from the beginning that it was not Luojia. He didn't even look at it, but stared at Shen aside.

Shen waved his arm.

The mist swept in, the evil wind roared, the flashing blades pierced the darkness, the black flames were hot, and the hand holding the sword turned scarlet - at this moment, the skin of the fake was pierced by twenty-five sharp blades, passing through the chest, letting The smile on its face froze for a moment.

The skin immediately diminished, and tens of thousands of wailing faces of the inanimate spewed out from under the skin. Angel Tai landed calmly and began to kill them in the black flames. Shen did not rush forward immediately, but looked back to observe his team.

Some people have disappeared, twenty-five, no more, no less.

He didn't speak, and his gauntlets turned scarlet. At this moment, Sams's voice came from behind him: "He will come back. Shen, have you thought of any countermeasures?"

The demon babbled into a tirade.

"He will not leave, at least not until he gets what he wants. Your Terra has been shrouded in darkness. You can kill him countless times, but he will come back countless times until he gets it. Until you get what you want. And how many brothers do you still have to sacrifice? How much more do you have to give in order to reach the end of this road?"

Shen didn't answer, as he always did. He was always used to silence. Inside the Night Blade, the person who chattered endlessly was Yago Severtarion, not Shen.

Behind them, far away from the battle, Constantine Valdo was slowly standing up, his face heavy with anger.

The demon showed him something he didn't want to see, some painful truths. These things made the anger in his heart grow stronger. Within the link, the voice belonging to the Lord of Humanity remained calm.

+It was planned, Waldo. Its behavior is only superficially chaotic, but there is still logic underneath. It, or something behind it, wants to gauge your reaction. They can't see Orpeson, but they can see you. They know that you are leading someone, but they want to know who that person is. +

+But the picture it shows is you——+

+——That’s not important. +The Lord of Humanity persuaded gently, his tone full of the calmness that only elders possess. +Am I unable to sacrifice? +

Constantin Valdor tightened his grip on his spear and fell into silence. His duties, reason, and sensibility are all in conflict with each other. Each Custodian was born solely to serve the Emperor, and they could die for him without fear.

This fanatical loyalty is often criticized by others, but it is also one of the sources of their pride. In the eyes of the Custodes, there is no one more loyal to the Emperor than themselves.

From this, many strange contradictions emerged. For example, the difference in attitude between the Imperial Guard and the Emperor towards other people, and the wavering that the Marshal of the Imperial Guard is experiencing at this moment.

+You're falling into a trap, Waldo. +The voice of the Lord of Humanity gradually became stern. +You are putting me above the Empire and humanity, what are you thinking? There is no retreat now. Look around, they are fighting desperately, but you are here sadly imagining how I will suffer? +

Following what he said, Waldo turned his gaze forward. In the darkness that was gradually shrouded in mist, the demonic tide born from Lorgar Aurelion's stolen skin was colliding head-on with the Night Blade and the Sons of Aurelion.

He even heard a few rude curses coming from Orr Persson. Only then did the Marshal of the Forbidden Army suddenly realize that the target of his mission had left him without knowing when and ran to join the battle.

Instinctively, he took a few steps to catch up with Orpeson and lead him to the right road towards his next destination.

However, he still fell into hesitation after all.

The Emperor, his Lord—the Lord who sits on the throne and suffers eternal torment.

Unknowingly, Constantin Waldo had tears in his eyes.

Instinctive thinking and respect for the Emperor were destroying his enthusiasm for the task. If the final result of this task was that his master had to endure such torture, then what was the need to complete the task? It's better to go back and find the other members of the Wanfu Group, and then...

+Then what? +

During the link, the emperor asked with a disappointed tone.

+Then take you away. + Waldo responded immediately and didn’t hold anything back. +As long as this happens, the Empire will still exist and humanity will still exist. In the galaxy, no one's life can be compared with yours. +

A burst of thunderous anger immediately surged from the other end of the link, and Waldo's face turned pale in an instant. He took a few steps back, appearing to be at a loss.

But this time, the Lord of Mankind was silent for a long time before continuing to speak to his marshal in a profound link that transcended time and space.

+Always, Waldo, I have always had higher demands on you. +

+And this is exactly what I demand from myself, my lord. +

+No. +The Emperor denied calmly. +For so many years, you have just stayed in place, and you have even forgotten what I said when I handed you the Spear of the Sun. You are the forbidden army and the weapon in my hand, this is indeed true. But until then, you are just a human being. +

+I.+

Waldo was speechless, not knowing how to answer this sentence. He truly regarded himself as a tool and always put the Emperor first. But since his master made demands on him, how could he not satisfy them?

It's just that this request is a bit too difficult for him.

+I understand what I am asking you to do, I am asking you to transcend your own nature. However, that devil's vision is just a small stone on the road to you, an insignificant one among tens of thousands of difficulties. If you can't even cross it, I'm afraid I will have to find someone else to do this task. But I have no one left, Waldo. only you. +

The Lord of Mankind sighed softly.

"Are you going to fail me, Waldo?"

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army was silent for a long time, clenching his teeth, and there were deep echoes from his throat, and he seemed to be bleeding while breathing. After several minutes, his hunched shoulders relaxed.

He walked forward, wordlessly grabbed Orpeson, who was actively fighting, and slowly dragged him away to another road.

　5k for this chapter, and one more chapter to go.

　　

　

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