40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 191 16. Molten Steel ([-])

"You knew it was going to happen, didn't you?"

"Do not."

"Stop joking!" Frix growled, fists clenched.

"You could have stopped this with me, VanCleef! Look at him! How is this collaboration going to go on? We still have a planet to recover, and our Primarch was sent in by your instructors Ward!"

Van Cleef breathed gently, he turned his head sideways, and followed Frix's words to glance at the surveillance video in front of him.

There are no windows of any kind on Blood of Iron, including the infirmary.This order was issued by Perturabo himself. Van Cleef didn't know the reason, but he still found the situation ridiculous and absurd.

No one has raised any objections when you can only observe patients through surveillance?The pharmacists and medical officers in Iron Warriors all acquiesced to this inconvenience to their work?

"Captain Fricks." Van Cleef withdrew his gaze and looked at the Iron Warriors' first company commander.

He stood up straight, completely indifferent to the hostility shown by the rest of the Iron Warriors, his expression calm and serene.

"There is one thing I want to correct you about what you just said. There is no way we can stop this. Your Primarch is very stubborn, and I admire stubborn people, so I never try to persuade them."

"If I had walked into the dueling cage with you, what do you think would have happened? Did your Primarch patiently listen to our advice? No, I guess he would have just yelled at us to get out."

"But you can at least convince your instructor!" Frix roared out of breath.

"Our instructor." Van Cleef emphasized coldly with emphasis. "Besides, why do you think I can persuade him?"

"because--"

Fryx's face twitched, very visibly.The monitoring room of the infirmary was silent, and the steel men silently surrounded the only night blade here.

Some of them had obvious indignation, others had malicious expressions.Only a few people are still rational. Although they are dissatisfied, they also know that it is definitely not a wise decision to take action at this time.

Fricks was one of them, and though he looked on the verge of madness, Van Cleef knew he was still sane.

Even just a little.

And VanCleef didn't blame him for that - seeing one's own Primarch beaten, tortured, and humiliated was intolerable to any Legion.

At this point, Van Cleef thanked Perturabo for that order.If only he had ordered the presence of all the Iron Warriors instead of just the high ranking officers to watch the battle.
Then, the local people on Kordippo, which is located below the orbits where Blood of Steel and Nightfall are staying, will probably wake up laughing in their sleep.

"For what, Captain Fricks?"

"Because, compared with our original body, your instructor is obviously more rational." Frix gritted his teeth and said. "Even if he is a lunatic willing to hold a Primarch accountable for a negligent sergeant."

VanCleef frowned sharply.

"Neglect of duty?" His calm voice finally produced a slight change.

"It's been 43 minutes since the duel, and you had plenty of time to investigate the cause of the duel, which was the death of Sergeant Eltros. But you simply called him 'negligence'?"

"He didn't arrive at the attack site within the stipulated time!" Frix replied with a low growl, his voice was still high, but he lowered his head and did not meet Van Cleef's eyes.

"The Emperor! What the hell are you talking about?! Who can arrive at that goddamn attack location on time without the cover of a heavy vehicle?!"

After Van Cleef finished speaking, he pursed his lips and took a deep breath to calm down his over-excited emotions.He was silent for a long time before speaking the next few words.

"Sergeant Eltros and his team advanced a distance of 400 meters on the broken position against the bombardment thrown from the fortress. The 400 meters took them less than 2 minutes, but you know How many lives did they pay for it? Your Primarch said that Sergeant Eltroth had betrayed his trust."

His voice became deeper and deeper, and became more and more gloomy, and finally turned into a low growl that swept the entire room——Frix suddenly realized that this voice was almost the same as that made by the skeleton in the duel field exactly the same.

"Okay, then let him lie in the ward! You can nurse him if you want, it's up to you. The Midnight Blade will take over the planet and take it back!"

Van Cleef declared angrily, and left without hesitation afterward.He walked so cleanly that the Iron Warriors, still basking in the rage he radiated, didn't even have time to stop him.

Some people subconsciously wanted to chase them out, but the two doors that had just been closed were opened again at this moment, and a tall and pitch-black shadow stood there, gazing inside.

He stood in the corridor, pale lights flickering above his head.However, in the eyes of the Iron Warriors, there is only darkness behind him.

This uncommon sense scene made many people subconsciously take a step back, and then the shadow stepped in, relaxed and natural, as if something had never happened. "Good day, everyone," he greeted hoarsely. "I apologize for what our First Captain just said. He was taken over by a surge of anger. It's rare for Midnight's Blade not to do that. You can rest assured."

"What are you here for?" An unfriendly voice asked in the dark crowd of steel.

Khalil glanced over there, said nothing, and remained calm.However, combined with what he had just done, it made his expression at the moment into a very provocative suggestion.

The person who spoke fell silent at this moment, for unknown reasons.His brothers could only see his trembling lips, the corners of his eyes that were slowly twitching, and his ugly face.

"I'm here to find your first company commander, one of the Trident Council's citybreaker Fryx." Khalil said. "I have something to discuss with him."

"...I am." Flix stepped out of the crowd, he had forced himself to regain his senses.

Steel does not accept rust, and steel will not be rusted.He doesn't allow irrational behavior to happen to him - at least not now, not when facing this person.

"Hello, Mr. Frix." Khalil nodded to him, speaking with a respectful title. "Can you ask your colleagues to leave for a while? I have something to talk to you alone."

"And then have another duel with our first company commander? Are you trying to repeat the old trick?"

There was another discordant voice from the crowd, and this time, Khalil did not look back to observe the speaker.Because Frix had already raised one right hand, the movement was quick and firm.

"Shut up." City Breaker said coldly. "Dantioch, don't say anything inappropriate at this time."

"But--"

"—all leave." Frix stared at the past forcefully. "Everyone, leave and let me talk to Instructor Khalil alone."

"."

In silence, the Iron Warriors left silently.At this moment, this monitoring room, which was completely unnecessary, finally became empty after a long time.Fricks calmly and rationally wrapped his heart with steel. He discarded all distracting thoughts and unnecessary preconceived notions, leaving only pure reason.Then, he just spoke.

"What do you want from me?" the city breaker asked briefly. "If it's about military cooperation, I'm afraid I can't do anything. Without orders from Perturabo, any unauthorized action will be regarded as a betrayal of him."

"Well, I already know about this." Khalil nodded slightly. "Sergeant Elteros fully explained this matter as soon as he came into contact with us. His original plan was to conduct a frontal feint attack to coordinate with our surprise strategy, but he gave up this plan himself."

Frix's throat rolled up and down: "...what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to say something very offensive." Khalil laughed slowly, very gently, but for some reason it made Frix feel weird from the bottom of his heart.

"You can just say it," Fricks insisted.

Khalil watched him for a moment, then finally backed down.

"Okay." He said softly. "These words have been lingering in my heart for a while. Although they are not yet at the level of utterance, it is not a good thing to hold them all the time."

"And since you asked, let me say it—I think your Primarch Perturabo is very paranoid and extreme in character. But he is also very sensitive, and he seems to have a set of self-consistent logic that can justify himself Have you read any books on spiritual matters?"

The expression of the first company commander of the Iron Warrior became uglier than ever, and the steel that wrapped him was easily dismantled.The really sad part is that the same people who did it to him just happened to do it to their primarch in the dueling ring not so long ago.

Physically did this once.

He cut Perturabo out of the specially made Terminator armor. To be fair, the original body did not bleed much afterwards, but every Iron Warrior who watched the duel in full felt that A shiver came from my heart.

"No." Frix forced himself to answer the question, his voice becoming very dry, as if he had just swallowed a powerful corrosive liquid. "I've never read a book on that."

"I read it," Khalil said. "Read it on the Emperor Mirage."

Frix's eyes slowly widened, and he saw the instructor of the Nightblades slowly raise his right hand, and a gleaming golden sky eagle appeared in the palm of his hand.

"This little thing proves nothing, but if possible, I would like you to allow me to meet your Primarch in the ward. We still have a war to fight, Captain Frix."

The City Breaker took a deep breath and fell into a deathly silence.

　There are two more chapters, which will be updated today.

　　
　
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