40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 75 74. The Eighth Legion (3, [-]k)

The deck of the Stormhawk vibrated under the iron boots, one after another, continuously, annoying and at the same time extremely disgusting.

People who haven't experienced it can't understand, but as long as you experience it once, you can understand how terrible this feeling is.

"If Banjolix doesn't complete his work, I'll break his nose." Standing on the deck, Leonard, the captain of the Eighth Legion's Retribution Blade squad, said so.

His voice is very gloomy, which does not rely on the voice-changing function of the breathing grill.His voice became what it is now due to the poisonous gas released by the enemy during a war. It was hoarse and gloomy. When he was emotional, it sounded like two pieces of metal being held in hands and frantically rubbed together.

Frankly, he was one of the few members of the Eighth Legion who didn't need a breather to scare people.

"You can't control him, Captain."

Estoneve, one of the team members, retorted. "There are only a few dozen technical sergeants in the legion. If you dare to touch him, the company commander will come and stab you."

"Do you think I haven't been stabbed before?" Leonard snorted disdainfully. "Van Cleef only dared to hurt me during training."

"You seem to be talking about something very dangerous, Captain."

Estoneve shook his head. "Notwithstanding that we, as a scattered squad, will never act with the [-]st Company during a war, what exactly are you going to do to get Captain Van Cleef to stab you in a war?"

"Can you control it?" Leonard snorted again, but did not continue.Instead, he turned his head and nodded to the other members of the team.

Eighteen pairs of quiet eyes flickered silently at this moment, and the scarlet color of the eyepieces was replaced with the sound of mechanical clicks a moment later.

Estoneve shook his head and put the helmet on silently.

The Storm Eagle can carry up to 20 people, and the Retribution Blade team only has 20 people.

"Quintus."

Leonard hissed the name in his new Nostramo, then switched back to High Gothic.

"Old rules."

After these words were spit out by him, only the trembling sound of metal was left in the Storm Eagle. Five minutes and 5 seconds later, they landed.

The hunt begins now.
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Estoneve knew that he probably wasn't the first to achieve results, but he didn't really care much about it.After all, the choice is his own.

Unlike the others, he did not choose to go after the obvious prey, but chose to go after the prey that was trying to hide himself.

This decision also coincides with the old rules of Retribution Blade.

Hunt alone.

That's the rule.

As long as you join the Retribution Blade team, then, when carrying out missions, everyone will have to spread out in order to gain greater efficiency.Judgment is an enterprise that needs to be done, and although it may never be done, they will keep trying.

Crouching in the dark, his eyepieces cast a dull light.The upper nest is extremely quiet, and even a little elusive.

But this is not difficult for Estoneve. Every Astartes of the Eighth Legion has already deeply imprinted the maps of the five hive cities on Nostramo in their minds.

Days of purges and trials have frightened the nobles on Nostramo, but not everyone is willing to believe that there will really be a trial from the sky.

It was not the first time Estoneve had seen this kind of person, in fact, he had seen too many.Man is a stubborn creature after all, and they will not let go of their sinful knives until their sins are completely liquidated.

This is why we exist.

Estoneve walked slowly out of the darkness.

Tonight, the first sinner he killed was a guard.

When he realized his identity, Estoneve was even surprised. He didn't understand why these nobles had come to this point to maintain such useless means of protection.

Furthermore, the guard is actually a signal.The mansions of other nobles who have been tried by them have already become empty haunted houses, and there will be nothing but the gloomy death.

However, if you don't understand it, you don't understand it, and this will not slow down his action.

He cut the guard's throat with the battle knife, even carefully choosing an angle that would allow the blood to spurt out better.

When the guard knelt on the ground in great pain and panic of the rapid loss of life, Estoneve picked him up.

He tore off the man's shirt, pierced his jaw, and then moved forward, cutting his jaw and tongue completely open.

A wailing shattered to the point of being completely unrecognizable was born from the throat, and the blood continued to spurt. They didn't care about the life of their master, they just wanted to be released.

Just like Estoneve—he couldn't take it any longer.

Just the thought of so many sinners in this world freely using the lives they've taken from other people made him angry.

He carried the guard, kicked open the gate, threw the latter in, and then softly said a word in Nostramo.

"I'm here for you."

The soft tone became like an extreme cry under the effect of the breathing grill, and the hoarse tone brought terrible fear.In the room illuminated by soft lights, dozens of men and women sitting nervously together screamed.

They were dressed in simple, even ragged clothes.The face that had been deliberately washed still bore the horrible marks of years of hard work.

Estoneve saw something was wrong immediately.

His dodge was also so timely that when he dodged back into the darkness, he could even fully see how the civilians trembling with fear were blown to pieces by a bomb placed in the center of the hall.

And Estoneve didn't even have time to perceive his emotions at the moment, they struck his heart like lightning, leaving burnt marks in it.However, this heart has been split so many times that the traces can't even be completely preserved on his heart.

He started to run, jumped back and forth between the walls and climbed up to the third floor of this villa, a French window with curtains appeared in front of his eyes.

With a low growl, Estoneve chose to let the desire to judge his sins overwhelm his heart.He smashed the glass and rushed straight into it, but the oncoming thing was not the sinner he could easily kill, but the roar and flames of the explosion.

Trigger bomb—the word flashed through his mind.There was a flash of slight annoyance that his MK2 protected him, as always.Although he was not injured, the force of the explosion caused him to fall to the third floor.

At this moment, a few figures appeared behind the door on the first floor that was blown into melted and twisted metal.Lying on the ground shattered by his weight, Estoneve could see, for a moment, the mangled face behind the shattered door.

Then, he heard a dull and slight knock on the door.

He could help them - if he wanted to.

He could stand up and open that door in a second to save them, or he could end their misery with the bolter securely strapped to his belt.However, Estoneve did nothing.

He just stood up, drew his battle knife and turned around.A group of dark shadows were rushing towards him from the originally quiet street.

Everyone's forehead was engraved with the words Vengeful Spirit in Nostramo, dripping with blood, and the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of perfume permeated the entire night.

Once aristocrats, they are now the remnants of a people driven mad by constant death, the only thing that makes them different is the religion they embraced in their last moments.

Vengeful spirit.

To whom?

Estoneve felt a sense of absurdity.

He rushed forward, the firepower of the automatic gun was not even enough to destroy his protective coating, but the nobles rushed forward without fear.

There were not many of them, and each of their faces had a kind of madness after being baptized by fanaticism—no, maybe it was the fanaticism after being shattered by madness, and there was no reason left.

Only madness.

But, no fear.

They are not afraid of him.

This incident caused Estoneve to growl in a low voice, and he rushed into the crowd, killing like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

The waltz of blood and minced meat descended in the next moment, there was not much reason to say, and they were killed by him immediately.Standing among the corpses, he heard a muffled sound behind him.

Like metal being struck, or, a heart being shattered.

Estoneve turned his head and saw that the melted door had been opened at some point.He squinted, the flashing readout on the eyepiece telling him nothing useful, but he had no choice.

He must go on, he's going to go on judging, he's going to judge them.
His hands began to tremble.

He approached the door, and in the chaotic hall, there were shattered human tissues scattered illogically, and several bloody figures leaning against the wall stared blankly at the ceiling with their eyes open.

They probably wanted to escape, but Estoneve didn't open the door for them, and they died in agony.

Bloody.

Unmoved, he walked into the door numbly, vigilantly looking for the reason why the door was opened.He went deep inside, stepping on blood, shattered glass, and ground shattered by heat and explosions
Then, amidst the blazing flames, he saw a half-kneeling giant.The giant turned his back to him, stood up like a prophet, and turned around, his body was full of blood and the breath of death.

In an instant, Senhan's blue light flickered away.A cold silence fell in an instant, the flames were all extinguished, and the light disappeared, leaving only darkness.But this is not difficult for the eyepiece, Estoneve can see the face of the giant, he can see clearly.

He saw a flame beyond his imagination, and just seeing it made Estoneve shudder.

"You are No. 13 tonight." The giant said in a low voice. "You are all unqualified."

The next second, the pain hit.

　I'm not sure if there's another Kavin + back pain, I'll try my best to write another one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)