40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 103 6. Flames of Rage ([-])

Khalil could smell blood, it was obvious.But it is just a footnote of death, and it doesn't even need to be cared too carefully.

Death is an abstract and concrete word, but on the battlefield, if you want to observe it, the most intuitive way is to smell it besides seeing it with your eyes.And the smell of death is not a single one, it has many kinds, sometimes even mixed together.

For example, now, the corpses of the city guards who were piled up and burned mixed with the smell of blood everywhere, forming a complex smell.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and shook his head calmly.

The personnel carriers and tanks rumbled across the streets, and the luxuriously dressed civilians watched all this in horror. Some people screamed, but they immediately fell silent because of the gaze of the giants in blue iron armor.

The Ultramarines are not polite to them, but there are traces of this attitude - in the beginning, they were still willing to talk, until they found that almost all civilians in the city were oppressed in some cruel way with their compatriots.

slave.

This made the Ultramarines furious - they knew of Nuceria's well-known arena tradition and slave-hunting squad, but never imagined that the tradition had taken such a toll.So they stopped being polite.

Nukeria, Daishea.Standing at the top of the towering City Lord's Mansion, Kalil silently recited the name.

Looking down from his angle, he can overlook most of the city, except for the arena, most of the places can be seen.

The people who lived in this mansion probably also had this purpose in building it so grandly.This can be regarded as interesting, all feudal rulers seem to like to enjoy this feeling of superiority.

He narrowed his eyes and slowly rubbed the index finger and thumb of his right hand together.At this moment, Khalil missed his two knives terribly.

However, while he wasn't actually involved in the Ultramarines' battles, that didn't mean he was sitting on the sidelines.In fact, some of the small organs buried in this city lord's mansion were solved by him.

The Nucerians do have some special technologies, some of which are dangerous, capable of devastating physical damage to Ultramarines encased in power armor.But there are others that are more unpredictable.

For example, the personal guards of the ruling class here, they have been implanted with a kind of silver mechanical tentacle implants.This thing is called Silver Vine, it can be a weapon, it can be armor, and it can even form a vehicle.

It's fine if it's just like this, but the output of this kind of mechanical tentacles is a bit abnormal, and it can even cause damage to the power armor.This is quite interesting.

However, they were still unable to resist the attack of the Ultramarines. The rain of fire from the sky could destroy their will to fight to a certain extent, not to mention the Ultramarines themselves.

Even if there were only a thousand Ultramarines fighting in Dasheane at this moment, the high cavalry and their personal guards would not be able to organize any effective counterattack.

They died and were wounded.The Ultramarines didn't give them much choice, surrender or die, that's all.

Guilliman himself is not here. He took another [-] Ultramarines to advance to the southern plateau. There are many ruling classes in Nuceria, and Deshea is only the capital in name.
What a mess.Khalil thought.

He shook his head, and jumped off the castellan's mansion.Seeing his sudden appearance, several civilians who fled together carrying heavy wooden boxes screamed in fright.

They threw down the gold, silver and jewels in their hands, and ran away staggeringly in brocade clothes.Khalil laughed dumbfounded, feeling absurd for this similar familiarity.But he didn't intend to kill them.

For one thing, this is not a battlefield belonging to the Eighth Army.Secondly, even if it is true, it is not a legitimate way to kill civilians at will.These people are indeed oppressors, but the laws of the Empire will naturally judge them.
Khalil narrowed his eyes.

Unless the law is useless, then his blade can appear again.

The communication headset given to him by the Ultramarines rang in the next second. It was quite a coincidence, but the voice of the speaker was not very gentle, and even a little angry.

"Instructor Khalil, we found a human body modification laboratory in Dashea. All the victims were dead. Their skulls were tortured by a terrible mechanism and became riddled with holes. Their brains were even damaged. It is completely integrated with this kind of thing. According to the experience of the Eighth Army, how should these people be dealt with?"

"There are clear regulations in the laws of the empire." Khalil raised his right hand, pressed the headset, and replied softly. "Anyone who conducts human experiments without permission will die, regardless of the purpose or means."

"Understood." The person on the other end of the communication channel replied in a cold voice, and the next second, there were intensive blasts of bolt guns.

"Control your anger, Captain," Khalil said. "Although I am not qualified to persuade you in this way, the judge himself should carry out his sentence without emotion."

"...I can't do this, Instructor Khalil." The second company commander of the First Battle Regiment replied dully. "Just thinking about what these people did makes me burn, no matter how many times."

Really, like father, like son. This similarity is really an astonishing coincidence.

Khalil shook his head slowly - after so many days, he naturally discovered the often uncontrollable anger in Robert Guilliman.

In most cases, the Primarch of the Ultramarines can rely on their own sanity and past education to keep it firmly bound, but, given a chance, the rage will unleash, becoming something that devours him. and all things.

Frankly speaking, this feeling made him feel familiar.

"Then, good luck to you, Second Company Commander"

Kalil hung up the communication, jumped up the wall with several vertical jumps, and reached a high point.

He observed the actions of the Ultramarines and recorded every detail firmly.The Eighth Army is still small in number, but maybe it will increase in the future?When the time comes, they will need that experience.

However, a deafening explosion interrupted his thoughts.Khalil turned his head sideways and looked over there, half of his face was instantly illuminated by the raging flames.

He narrowed his eyes and disappeared into the darkness in the next second.

(End of this chapter)