40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 461 184. Interlude: Belated Promotion

Bluffing is a science. Some people never learn it in a lifetime, and their secrets are exposed as soon as they are used. However, some people master it completely and master it thoroughly.

Yes, Yago Severtarion is the latter, but he doesn't really want to use it right now.

"Maybe we should—" he shouted as he buried his chainsaw into a demon's head. "——Take them to retreat first!"

"Don't even think about it," Siani replied coldly. "Stop talking, reserve. Instead of irritating my ears by squeezing out a few words between your breaths, you might as well focus on killing."

Sevatar sighed and began to spin the chain saw, causing a bloody storm. Moratz brushed past him and tossed a bolter into his hand.

Sevatar pulled the trigger while covering his adjutant so that he could rush in front of the particularly huge demon that was continuously spitting out more monsters through the huge mouth of its chest and abdomen.

He wasn't worried about Molec, he knew he could get the job done, but—

"Don't you talk more than me?" He finally asked slightly unhappy. "It's amazing, Siani from Terra! You can say so many words and still keep your breathing calm!"

Siani laughed ferociously and did not answer for the time being.

He raised both fists and brutally cut open a huge tentacle with two lightning claws. Countless melting human corpses instantly poured out of it.

At the same time, there was a chain sword beside him that unexpectedly struck Siani's face, which was not yet wearing a helmet.

The Stalker wears heavy Terminator armor, with the Eye of Horus on the chest in place of the Imperial Sky Eagle. However, Siani didn't look at it and just continued to charge.

The chain halberd belonging to Sevatar arrived first and blocked the blow for him.

The First Reserve squinted at this man and threw the bolter that belonged to Morets to the ground. He slowly raised the chain saw halberd and made a starting gesture like an invitation.

In response, the Son of Horus simply raised his left hand and spit out fierce tongues of fire from his twin bolters. Sevata chuckled without any surprise, and suddenly left the place.

The next second, the chest of the Son of Horus was pierced by two lightning claws, and the huge force even stabbed him up. However, this was not the end. The attacker followed closely and swung his claw blade, brutally cutting him into pieces.

Blood spattered out, and Siani, who was wet and bloody, retracted his claws, picked out a head with a spine from the corpse, and threw it out.

The combination of Astartes' hard bones and his strength turned the head connected to the spine into a slightly special short spear. It pierced the abdomen of a wildling cultist, pinning him to the ground.

A sharp sword flashed past and chopped off his head. Gavir Loken gasped silently, turned around and ran towards the next group of enemies.

There is no so-called discipline on the battlefield at this moment. Chaos is everywhere at everyone's feet. They are all following their original nature and freely releasing their instinct of killing and violence.

Except for the Night Blades.

"We really should retreat."

Sevatar made this suggestion again, and his tone became much more sincere. For the famous first reserve, this is already an incredible concession.

But Siani glanced at him and suddenly kicked up a bloody bolter from the ground. Savita caught it firmly and put the armed belt back on his waist. Unexpectedly, Siani opened his mouth and cursed.

"You bastard deserves to be locked in a cage by tech sergeants and beaten to death by ten fighter servitors."

"Ten is too few and you can't kill me," said Sevita. "At least twenty."

"Adamantine."

"No difference."

"You are not allowed to use weapons." Siani said coldly. "Only with your fists, like me."

"Come on, dear hand-to-hand combat champion." Sevatar sneered disdainfully. "Everyone knows you only fought eighteen - and you even wore adamantine gloves."

"Shut up." Siani responded with the same sneer. "Say it like you can hit twenty."

They suddenly closed their mouths in tacit agreement at the same time, and started running wildly at the same moment, turning into two flickering dark blue shadows. There was no other reason than that Molec and other elite members of the 1st Company were engaged in a bitter battle.

This incident is unusual. Most of the veterans within the first company have undergone changes to varying degrees, not to mention that the leader is Molec. The combat dagger that belonged to Van Cleef in his hand had kept a high flame since landing on Terra and had never been extinguished.

But what if the enemy is everywhere and outnumbers them several times?

They may have the talent and ability to kill far beyond all other legions, however, this comes at a price. Moreover, it is impossible to rely on the power obtained by paying a price to the point of ignoring certain objective conditions.

They had gained extraordinary amplification on Terra, and the Siani could tear apart even the Sons of Horus' lines with ease, but so did the Daemons.

And there are many more demons than them.

The Night Blade's numbers will always be their pain point.

Siani was the first to rush into the demonic tide, and the putrid swarms fell from the sky, but were chopped into pieces by the lightning claws with two swipes. He rushed forward without any intention of stopping, killing zombies and huge diseased plants along the way. Only then did he finally reach Molec, who was trapped in a tight siege. The dim yellow miasma that filled it had no effect on him.

At this moment, Molec was fighting with a huge demon with antlers on its head. It was naturally not a good choice to use two short knives against the heavy wooden staff in the demon's hand. The adjutant fought hard, but his eyes were already filled with dark anger. Siani immediately roared, attracting the attention of the demon and the first company adjutant.

"You'd better not do that!" the Terran growled. "This thing doesn't require so much effort on your part!"

Molec remained silent and suddenly retreated.

The huge and fat antlered demon displayed terrifying agility far beyond its size at this moment. The rotten wooden staff in his hand spurted out bursts of fat white maggots from the tip.

Before they even hit the ground, they had already transformed into a terrifying number of flies, buzzing and chasing after the adjutant. The adjutant was entangled again and could not escape for a while. But it turned around quickly and accurately blocked Siani's lightning claw with the long staff in its hand.

The two sharp weapons that could easily cut even fine gold encountered obstacles for the first time at this moment. The devil smiled proudly. Siani squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that there were countless hairy molds growing on the surface of its long staff. , it was they who jointly withstood the Lightning Claw's offensive.

Disgust flashed across Siani's face.

"Another lackey here to die." The demon spat out a breath of satisfaction and hit Siani in the face. "You never learn the lesson, what does this fight mean to you? You should have been with us."

"Shut up, you ugly thing," Ciani hissed in pure Nostramo. "You're a big idiot with a fat pig's head."

The antlered demon shook his head indifferently, and with a backhand pressure, he forced Desiani to retreat continuously. It tapped the top of its head with the long stick. The antlers and the long stick collided with each other, making a dull sound.

"Even if you insist on saying it, I'm holding on to my antlers." The devil said. "Your biology is obviously not ideal, you should go to-"

"——Kill your whole family!" Sevatar roared and swung his chain saw, cutting a horrific wound from behind it.

The sickly yellowish fat and pus spurted out like a broken water outlet, falling on the ground, and bursts of light smoke came out. If Savita hadn't been able to hide quickly, he might have been splashed all over.

The demon turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, and touched the ground with his long staff. The ground where the liquid in its body was splashed changed instantly, and a thick carpet of bacteria covered the ground in a way that transcended time.

"You are so rude," said the devil. "I just-"

"——I'm going to kill your whole family!" Xiani roared and rushed forward, with a flash of anger in his eyes, and black flames wrapped around his claws in an instant.

He began to swing his fist in the way he was best at, stabbing, slashing, and teasing. After all, the devil couldn't say the second half of his sentence, and he swallowed it back in his stomach. Moreover, it has also lost the room to speak.

The angry flames penetrated into the body like gangrene attached to the bones, shrinking its fat body by more than half in an instant. It screamed endlessly, and its calm posture and arrogant arrogance were immediately extinguished.

Sevatar rushed forward, kicked the long staff out of its hand, and began to swing the chain halberd wildly. Together with Siani, he chopped the no longer obese demon into meat.

"Stop, it's already dead." Molec walked slowly from behind them, the adjutant's expression was very ugly. "Also, who was calling for retreat just now?"

"It's me," Siani said.

"Don't do this, Terra." The adjutant looked at him angrily. "When has this been, and you still want to play this trick? Come here, First Reserve, I know it was you who shouted."

Sevatar leaned forward without saying a word. He thought he would be reprimanded, but the adjutant's next words did not contain any accusation. In fact, his voice was only calm.

Now that the fungus carpet was being affected by the black flames, and the decay of the zombies was finally devouring their bodies, Moratz hung up a combat knife and took out a piece of yellowed sheepskin from the small storage compartment of the armed belt at his waist. paper roll.

"In the name of First Company Commander Van Cleef." He said slowly. "The sergeant of the 1st company, Yago Savitarion, is now assigned to be promoted to the commander of the 1st company."

"I refuse." Sevita answered Morets very quickly with an expression of confusion and shock. "Van Cleef is still there—"

"——He is no longer here, and will never be here again. You have refused too many promotion orders, and this is your punishment, First Reserve. No, Captain Severtalion."

Molec took a step back and bowed slightly: "Now, you can issue the order to retreat, and we will obey it."

Sevatar stood there in disbelief, saying nothing. Siani patted him on the shoulder and suddenly said: "Do you know, Sai?"

The First Reserve looked at him blankly.

"From now on, no one will call you the First Reserve." Siani said with a half-smile, the anger in his eyes could no longer be extinguished. "Order it, company commander?"

　Update completed, total 8K. Also. yes, the chapter numbers are wrong again.

　　I can't help it, why doesn't Writer's Assistant set a chapter number extension? It's really easy for me to get this wrong.

　　In addition: Death to Death 3 is really well written, everyone should go watch it, haha.

　　

　

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