40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 155 16. The First Battle ([-])
"This steeple is a medium." Guanghui said in a low and slow voice. "A medium carefully designed by our lord. It can temporarily revive your authority from this emptiness. Vengeance and hatred, how terrible it sounds"

It snickered, its voice full of joy.

"And vengeance and hatred happen to be everywhere on Harkosus [-] today, my lord!"

"These ignorant Harkosus people were invaded, and their relatives, friends and children died in the slaughter, but they could only watch tremblingly as those giants in iron armor used iron and Fire executes bloody killings!"

"What a wonderful contrast!"

The brilliant laughter gradually grew louder, like a thunderclap.Khalil stared at it calmly, not seeing any fluctuations.

The flames in the skull's dark eye sockets burned steadily, even the gust of wind blowing in the steeple layer at this moment could not shake them in the slightest.

The ground, walls, and ceilings with engraved characters began to become brighter and brighter in the sudden gust of wind. The corpses stood up staggeringly, and knelt down facing Khalil. The burning mark on their foreheads was at this moment Turned light.

From the previous blue, it became a dark and red flame.

"Of course, the best part of this simple plan is not here, my lord. Just as all jokes deserve a cracking point at the end, so I have one for mine."

"I believe you have already guessed what it is, right?" Guanghui asked expectantly, the blue light was getting shallower and thinner, and the sound was getting smaller and smaller, like whispers or insects.

Khalil didn't answer, Guanghui laughed again as expected, and answered his own question.

"The wonderful joke I left, who else could there be except those real Harkosus people who exist underground?"

"The cursed ones who deceived you established a hypocritical empire, and they are the objects of hatred. They will be slaughtered by the legion you brought, and what about the humans who collude with them? Of course they must die too!"

"Countless ignorant people will give their lives, their blood, their hatred and their growing desire for vengeance! They will give everything to beg you to give them the power to revenge, to let this hatred calm down."

"I will not heed pleas from aliens or traitors," Khalil said.

He raised his right hand, and the thunder was fleeting, and the corpses were all reduced to dust, but the spire itself was humming.

It has been started, it will not stop.

"No, you won't."

Radiance finally laughed out loud, its voice surpassed the shackles of the curtain at this moment, and rang in Khalil's ears like a substance.Arrogance, joy, and madness.

"Khalil Rohals certainly won't heed the wishes of any damned alien, but the god of vengeance and hatred will!"

"Of course I know that these small and stupid sacrifices are certainly not enough to make you truly ascend to God, but my plan only needs a short second, my lord! One second is enough! Centuries of planning, regardless of Expensively connecting with reality from behind the veil to enhance our influence on Harkosus...just for this one second!"

The radiance crackled and began to burn at an extremely fast speed.Its time has come, the Veil has found it, and the so-called Nine Mantras were, in fact, part of this undeceitful deception from the beginning.

"The souls of the dead Harkosus will use that second to wake up from the kingdom of the dead." The ugly monster in the brilliance announced in a low voice. "They will take blades and armor, and, under the watchful eye of the Burning God, will avenge those who killed them."

"And what can you do?" it asked expectantly. "To prevent the son of the accursed and his legions from carrying out a righteous massacre of the Harkosus? This does not seem to be in line with the basic policy of the empire."

"Damn Tzeentch, I really didn't expect that I would associate justice with massacre. These are two completely contradictory, completely opposite words, and they seem to fit you well, don't they? What are you going to do?"

Khalil didn't answer, just cut off the blade.The scream was fleeting, it was almost killed, and it was driven back into the darkness in a state of embarrassment, but the laughter kept circling.

"I will wait and see, my lord!"
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Conrad Koz felt a strange feeling, it came from the bottom of his heart, cold and silent.This feeling made him feel as if his throat was clamped, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

Coz knew what it was, but didn't want it enabled just yet.It could reveal the dark side of the future to him, but only with his permission.

He endured, then turned his head and looked at Fer again.

The third company commander knew what his original body wanted to do, so he raised his right hand, forcing the alien to straighten up from the ground immediately, its bones snapped in the body, and its eighteen eyes blinked densely. The fear and pain are palpable.

The blue light in Fell's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked again, but the alien didn't give an answer, it just started screaming again.

The flame pattern engraved between the two tentacles began to brighten up with unprecedented intensity, and this light illuminated its light blue skin, revealing everything under it.

VanCleef jerked his gun up, trying to kill the alien who didn't know what it was doing, but someone was faster than him.

Conrad Koz disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when he reappeared, he had already held the alien head in his hands.

Its headless body fell to the ground, and began to jump continuously like a fish leaving the water, blood gushing out, making the already terrifying scene even more bloody.The xenos gathered together in fear, grunting in succession.

Feier clenched his right hand in disgust, and the blue light in his eyes suddenly bloomed.

He yelled at them, "Shut up, alien scum!"

His words formed a deep shock, causing them to lie together in pain.Conrad Koz was completely indifferent to this, he turned his head indifferently, swung his left hand, and threw the head between them.The contempt of the action is like throwing away a kind of garbage.

He looked at Phil: "What was it doing just now?"

"It was saying the name of their heretical god, Primarch," Fell replied. "And prayers and stuff."

"Will prayers make the tattoos on its skin shine?" The Lord of the Eighth Legion shook his head.

"Van Cleef, issue an order for medical officers and pharmacists to come over and conduct an autopsy. We need to figure out the physiological structure of these aliens, the reason for their shiny tattoos, and most importantly - how they transform humans. .”

"Then tell the hunting teams who are acting alone to strengthen their vigilance. It is impossible for these aliens to have such a small number, and then contact the company commander of the eighth company."

He paused and stopped talking, Van Cleef frowned, and suddenly had a weird illusion.

He had the feeling that those under the armor had vanished—where that feeling came from, he had no way of knowing, but he just felt that their Primarch wasn't really here at the moment.

Even when he was standing right in front of them, giving orders.It seemed to VanCleef that Conrad Coates was standing in another dimension, another distant and dark dimension.

He was vaguely aware of this, and it didn't disturb him.In fact, the incident brought a cold rage to the Captain's heart.

Conrad Koz was silent for more than a minute before speaking again, and this time, his voice had changed.

"Ready to fire," he said.

No reason, no explanation, just this order for no reason.The Eighth Legion, however, immediately obeyed their Primarch's instructions.

The bolter's safety was cocked, the plasma began to preheat, and the dangerous MK2 melta guns were raised silently, waiting for a command, or a gesture, and they were instantly fired.

Among the aliens stunned by Fell's psychic power, there were still more sober ones, and they screamed ugly, sounding like slaughtered beasts.Conrad Koz just waited quietly.

He stood there without saying a word, holding a Seiko bolt pistol in his left hand, and his right hand was hidden in the darkness, standing in a non-threatening posture—however, in the next second, he slammed towards the aliens. rushed over.

To be precise, they rushed towards the wall that suddenly cracked behind them.

A huge gap appeared suddenly, without warning, abruptly, but premeditated.Numerous armed and armored aliens rushed out of the crack.The guns in their hands glowed red, and the dangerous buzzing sounded continuously.

Conrad Curze had no orders, but neither did the Eighth Army, they knew what they had to do.

The rain of death that had been prepared for a long time was released by their hands at this moment, and the aliens all fell down like cutting wheat, but none of the crimson light clusters they shot could hurt Asta of the Eighth Legion. T-Fel Zalost did what he had to do.

The third company commander calmly pulled out the sharp sword at his waist after this, and instantly decapitated a strange shape that was rushing towards him.The situation became extremely chaotic in just a few seconds. There were far more cracks in the wall than this one. Countless cracks were artificially opened in the depths of this underground facility, and the aliens who had been waiting for a long time rushed out together.

Individually they are no more than a single wave of an arm or a pull of a trigger to an Astartes, but in groups their firepower needs to be treated with care.It was impossible for Fair to cover everything and stop so many bullets with psionic power.

Van Cleef roared, "Close to the Primarch!"

"No need." Conrad Koz's voice sounded coldly in the communication channel. "I'm on your right."

The company commander immediately turned his head, saw the stumped limbs and broken arms flying high, and saw a fleeting shadow.The aliens are screaming.

The gentle, courteous Conrad Curze was gone, and the man who fought alongside them now was the Lord of the Eighth Legion, the killer of killers, the assassin of assassins.

His agility and strength are utterly devastating to a group of xenos trying to outnumber them.He is like a wind of death, wherever it blows, it will become a dead and bloody mass burial ground.Without any kindness, what he is after is extreme efficiency.

Conrad Koz kills without emotion, picking up his alter ego.

"Kill them all," he said. "Don't let any one go."

　There's another chapter, maybe two.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)