40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 681 63. Delayed Judgment (Twenty-Five)
"Die now," said Serafax.

He never thought he would say such a thing, but facts speak louder than words, don't they? His sword was deeply embedded in the chest of a demon. Logically, the decomposition field would turn any flesh and blood into nothingness, but this demon was an exception.

Its flesh was more sinister and evil than that of its kind, and therefore more difficult to kill. In the past twelve seconds, Serafax had cut off its left arm, slit open its abdomen, and smashed out its left eye with his fist.

And now, he had driven his sword deep into its heart and was even trying a second time to wrestle with its right hand on the hilt, trying to cut it in two once and for all - but somehow, the thing would not die.

The knowledge of the Chaos Wizards quietly emerged in the Dark Angel's mind. They provided analysis in a very indifferent but also very precise voice, and finally converged into a conclusion.

This demon was enhanced - it was stronger than it should have been, which was extremely unusual.

Serafax had no doubt that even if he entered the Warp now and confronted the demon's spirit face to face, recreating the battle, the spirit would not be more difficult to deal with than this filthy etheric body.

And the reason... You only need to look around to know the reason.

"weak!"

The demon laughed its disdain and it might not have roared, but its voice sounded every bit as annoying as the loudest engine noise.

Serafax didn't bother to pay attention to its evaluation of his words, but silently used another strategy - he loosened his hands, then quickly stepped back, and pulled out the second gun at his waist, a pocket-sized grenade launcher, before the demon's right claw tore open his chest armor.

There was a flash of fire, and four explosive bombs penetrated the demon's open abdomen, smashing it to pieces and creating a huge hole. In this way, the red upper body was split into two by Serafax in another way.

He resisted the urge to spit, and walked over silently, first crushing its face with one foot, then drawing his sword and flicking out the smelly blood that was stained by the closure of the decomposition force field.

At this point, the battle finally ended, but it was just this battle.

Serafax turned around, walked around the huge crack on the ground caused by the fall of the Titan, climbed to a higher place on an armored vehicle that had become scrap metal, and then leaped into another battlefield.

Here, the remnant troops, relying on the Firebee Legion's Emperor-class Titan, gathered under the command of the Blood Angels' 'Murderer' Zefeng, are trying to strangle their enemies - traitors and demons.

What is counterintuitive is that the demons are the ones with fewer numbers and types, and they are the traitors.
Among them were ragged, fanatical barbarian cultists, former imperial soldiers in crude armor, and even undisguised cannibals. Their necks were covered with bone hands that had been gnawed clean, and the Chaos Seal shone with blood on their protruding foreheads.

Serafax had no intention of doing the tedious work of sorting and summarizing them; the details he really cared about were their weapons.

From the original version of the lasgun distributed by the Empire during the Great Crusade, to the cheap improved version that appeared a full ten centuries later. It can even be said that, except for those barbarians who insisted on using stone spears, the weapons in the hands of the remaining traitors could form a simple encyclopedia of mortal weapons.

This was completely illogical, because it revealed one thing: this day - the day Terra was broken - was not the first time the timeline had been changed.

Serafax had anticipated this, but he had only anticipated a few timeline jumpers as crazy as he was. He had never thought that someone would throw countless mortals, and rebellious mortals, into this bloody furnace.

The Dark Angel secretly warned himself that he must be vigilant, and at the same time quickened his pace, rushing into the crowd like a wild beast charging at full speed.

The remnant soldiers that Zefeng gathered were not numerous, with a total number of only a few thousand people. In a battlefield of the level of the Battle of Terra, they were not even a drop in the bucket. Even if their willpower and combat effectiveness were fully worthy of such a war, it would be of no avail.

Therefore, in Serafax's cognition, he had to take some risky actions - just like now, he threw himself into the middle of the enemy.

Every pair of eyes eager for killing looked at him, without any fear of Astartes, only the urge to thirst for his blood.

It seemed simple, but the Dark Angel still came to a conclusion from some subtle details that he could understand, but was reluctant to accept: these people must have killed Astartes like him, and definitely more than one.

They are hungry for more.

This is simply.
Serafax swung his sword vigorously, twisted his arms and twisted his hips. With his superhuman speed and strength, coupled with the swordsmanship skills derived from Caliban, he cut off a dozen hideous heads with one sword.

Blood was gushing out, spurting high. The high-pressure blood from the carotid artery was opening the curtain of the slaughter in a way that was not consistent with human bleeding. And Serafax didn't even want to wait for the blood to fall, so he randomly chose a direction and launched another charge.

He was well aware of the technique of fighting one against many - in this isolated and helpless situation, he could never stay in one place, but had to keep moving at all times to create death in the most efficient and cruel way.

Once again, his strategy worked. After several charges, facing the corpses everywhere, the mortal traitors who surrounded them were obviously stronger and better equipped.

Serafax even saw some men in military uniforms communicating with each other using sign language, as if they were planning a whole tactic against him—and he had to admit that it was pretty effective.

He means two brushes in the true sense.

Two Ogryns, who were so deformed that they couldn't be more deformed, were rushing towards him from the other direction.

What a hell.

The Dark Angels felt a little amused at this moment: Great! Why haven't I heard of the rebellious Ogryns who were captured by the desire for killing being able to obey commands and orders after entering the battlefield? When they rushed over, they didn't even kill the people who blocked their way.
However, things have come to this point, and Serafax has no better choice than to accept the challenge, because the two brushes are almost reaching him.

This seemed unreasonable. After all, in addition to their praised strength, the Ogryn barbarians also had a common stereotype that the general public was accustomed to, that is, they were bulky. But if you think about it carefully, you will know that with such a deformed muscle structure that surpassed the strength of the Astartes, how slow could they be? What's more, the two Chaos barbarians were not actually wearing armor. They were even running towards him barefoot, with bloody legs and mud all over their bodies.
Serafax dodged several beams of light and turned his sword around to meet them head-on at an even faster speed. It seemed reckless, but he was actually very careful to slow down at the last moment.

The life and death instinct he had developed during his time in the Legion made him do this without thinking, and then he raised his sword. The reverse grip brought a greater angle, and although the power was not strong enough, it was enough to open the abdomen of one of the Ogryns.

The steaming internal organs mixed with its sticky and turbid blood gushed out, and the speed of the thing did not even slow down - it was no longer aware of pain, and the key to this could be found in the deformed helmet on its head.

So Serafax quickly let go, letting the sword get stuck in its bones and muscles, and he immediately pulled back, his left hand already on a string of grenades at his waist. He wanted to play a dirty trick of killing two birds with one stone, and he could pay a little price for it.
However, the price was heavier than he thought, because the second barbarian had arrived and punched him on the breastplate.

This punch directly penetrated Tao Gang and caused his chest to cave in. The whole person flew back several meters due to the huge impact force - yes, even with the weight of the person and the armor, it was not enough to withstand the power of Chaos Ogryn.

Fortunately, he was an Astartes, and his superhuman physique helped him suppress the pain the moment he was injured. A large amount of adrenaline and the painkillers built into the power armor mixed together and finally rushed to his eyes, forming a kind of artificial rage.

The Dark Angel vomited blood and climbed up. He tore off the head of a traitor beside him, and punched another one who was approaching to death. Only then did he finally have time to grab the grenade on his belt.

His breathing became extremely heavy, but his attention was fixed on the two monsters that were still charging at him - then, he raised his arm and threw out the string of fragmentation grenades using mankind's oldest long-range attack method.

There was only a muffled bang, a sea of ​​blood surging, and corpses and broken arms flying high into the sky. However, Serafax did not go to see the results of the battle, but turned around and ran.

One of the heavy footsteps disappeared, but one did not.

He ran and killed, harvesting lives as he went. He thought he could find a chance to catch his breath, but he didn't expect a blinding fire to come from the front.
The moment it engulfed him, Serafax saw a fanatical face and explosive packs tied all over the body.

Same tactics?
After this thought came to his mind, his consciousness briefly went offline for a moment, but the part hidden in his soul still abided by the set rules and did not use any power that did not belong to the identity of "Dark Angel" to reverse the situation.

A few seconds later, with two defibrillator shocks and all the combat drugs pushed into his blood vessels, Serafax stood up again, although he was shaky, but he still stood up.

The injury analysis told him that he had to undergo surgery on his chest immediately, otherwise the flying fragments would probably penetrate deeper. But he ignored it and just bent down to pick up an obsidian spear from the pile of corpses - a primitive weapon, not hard enough, but extremely sharp.

It once belonged to a primitive man, but now it was firmly held in the hand of Serafax. Six seconds later, it pierced deeply into the body of a bruised Chaos Ogryn, and caused terrible wounds due to the power of the holder.
Serafax roared and stabbed the Ogryn to the ground, and began to stomp on its head. When he stomped on it for the first time, it still had the strength to punch, but he dodged it, so the second time he stomped harder and aimed at its neck, where its trachea was already exposed.

With a crunch, the barbarian's head was broken off, but this was not a victory, because mortal traitors continued to pour in like a tide from all directions.

Serafax looked around and saw that they were not in a hurry to shoot him to the ground. It was obvious what they were trying to do.

He took a deep breath and finally admitted that he had underestimated them. In fact, not only that, apart from them, he also underestimated the intensity, breadth and depth of the Terra War. This was a fatal mistake, but thinking back carefully, it seemed reasonable.

After the end of the Great Rebellion, the intelligence in this area has been classified as top secret. Unless he enters the solar system, there is no way he can access any of the information - but how can he get in?

Based on his strength at that time, even if he doubled the power of the Ten Thousand Eyes, it would not be enough to fight against the garrison inside the solar system. Moreover, although he had wandered through so many timelines, each one was different, and he had already warned himself in advance with the worst parts of his experience, but it was still not enough.

At this moment, Serafax felt strangely proud - he smiled strangely and thought: Well, where I came from and where I am going is the most terrifying place? It makes sense.

But
The Dark Angel raised his head and looked upwards - the only reason that forced him not to use power beyond his current status was right there, a figure, inconspicuous, falling rapidly.

Turbine howling.

The Blood Angel Zefeng fell in front of him with a gloomy face, stirring up a pool of blood. The jump bag behind him was still spurting water, which fell on Serafax's naked wound. Not only did it not cause him to feel pain, but it also brought waves of warmth.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time, and the messenger knew nothing about it. He just raised his gun and shot. The bombs fell into the crowd, literally blowing a huge gap. After that, the remaining soldiers looked at this place expressionlessly, holding their swords and guns tightly in their hands.

After a few minutes, the fight was over.

"You fought well," the Blood Angel praised, but his tone was not very gentle. "Just ignore the fact that you threw yourself into their encirclement."

“I was too arrogant on a strategic level.”

Serafax said, bow your head to admit your mistake, and hold your breath so that the Blood Angels can more conveniently treat his injuries - such a thing, such a common thing, happened on every day of war, how long has it been since he experienced it?
He looked up at Zefeng, whose frown had relaxed and he even looked a little surprised, as if to say: How could a dark angel admit his mistake?

Serafax almost smiled - if the Chaos Sorcerer in his soul hadn't reminded him otherwise.

Do you think it's a little too late to remember that you're an Astartes now, seeking brotherhood and dying in a war worth fighting? Do you think I need to remind you what you're here for?

The dark angel exhaled a breath of bloody air, and suddenly spoke, asking a question that caught Zefeng off guard.

"Should we leave here and join the main force?"

(End of this chapter)