40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 737 29. Insurmountable (Part )

"Balastar, provide covering fire. Ramitz, play freely. Sarron, come with me."

Throwing down an order, Kius immediately strode forward and slashed a curtain of fire with his sword in the cabin that was already engulfed in flames.

Bombs rained down from his side, piercing through the aliens hiding behind the flames and attempting to attack. Blood mixed with potent chemicals gushed out of their bodies, and along with the broken flesh, large lavender smoke formed in the flames.

The corporal rushed forward with his sword, treating it as if it were nothing, and with a raise of his right hand, he decapitated two Eldar who were aiming their guns at him. The heads flew in the air, drawing an almost beautiful arc, and the corporal rushed into the midst of the crew who were struggling to resist.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic at this moment, with corpses, flames and smoke everywhere. This boarding attack came too suddenly and without any warning, but it was common for alien enemies like the Eldar.

Their ships have a technology called mimicry engines that allow them to mimic the Empire's ships. Coupled with their extreme looting style, this situation is not surprising.

"Hold your ground, citizens of the Empire!"

The corporal roared and raised his sword again. The decomposition field surged in accordance with his will, and a series of sharp objects as small as coins were immersed in it, turning into the tiniest fragments and scattered in the fire.

He turned around suddenly, and without even looking, he rushed towards the enemy, covered in flames, stepping on the charred bones and blood of sailors, his anger spreading silently.
How long does it take for him to release it? The answer is less than half a second.

In such a short time, he had smashed through the flames and arrived in front of the two Eldar aliens. He strangled one of them with his left hand, and the remaining one turned around to escape, but was shot through the chest by a bullet - Balastar's firepower support was still trustworthy.

He turned and ran towards the temporary firepower position built by the sailors. Not surprisingly, he saw Sarron holding up his shield to block the firepower network of the alien poison crystal rifles. Their First Cast was like a mountain blocking all the sailors, completely blocking the poison crystal bullets that were extremely deadly to mortals.

After a round of volleys, the figures of the aliens were looming in the waves of fire. At this moment, Sarron and Kius moved at the same time. One to the left, the other to the right. Without any communication, they tacitly blocked the enemy's moving route.

Gius quickly killed the four Eldar who fell into his hands, but Sarron encountered trouble. Although he turned the aliens into minced meat with just the impact of his battle shield, he was blocked by a beast that jumped out from the depths of the cargo hold.

The thing was extremely tall and muscular, covered with dark blue fur all over its body. Its face looked like it was wearing a scarlet mask, and its six eyes and a huge mouth full of fangs made the red look extremely hideous.

It leaped onto Sarron's shield like an ape, its well-developed hind legs deeply embedded in the steel, and its forelimbs with terrifying claws began to scratch frantically - if anyone asked, Kius would admit that he was indeed worried for a moment.
But it was only for a moment. In the next second, Sarron silently overturned the thing to the ground, then stepped down with his left foot and crushed the chest of the thing.

It let out a violent roar, or a whine, but it soon turned into a crazy roar. Smelly saliva mixed with blood dripped from its mouth, and it stretched out its arms as if nothing had happened, grabbing at Sarron's left leg.

The latter did not dodge or evade, but just swung up his right fist, and struck first, breaking the bones and tendons of its claws with just one punch. The thick bones and spider-web-like nerves were exposed in the blood mist and the firelight.

The thing visibly froze for a moment, and then the battle shield crushed its head.

The corporal smiled sincerely behind his helmet, drew the bolter from his waist, and began to shoot at the aliens hiding in the fire or darkness with Balaster, while Ramitz rushed to the back of the battlefield silently.

Two minutes later, the raid was completely over as he used his double swords to chop off the head of the last so-called conspiracy warrior in black armor.

Kius spent a minute to survey the battlefield, but the result made his back tingle - something was wrong, there were too many dead conspirators, not counting the bodies, there were 32 bodies. There were also those transformed slaves and captured beasts.
Such a force of attack is not something that a normal conspiracy can afford. Moreover, how could a normal conspiracy choose an imperial warship to attack after successfully disguising itself? Why not choose those cargo ships or less developed worlds? Wouldn't this be more conducive to their dirty and despicable slave-hunting business?

He immediately switched the communication channel and contacted Captain Reva Black. As expected, the latter's voice was extremely noisy on the other end, and he was obviously in the middle of a battle.

The bridge was also raided.

The corporal's heart sank, and he said, "Send a distress signal immediately, Captain, I'm afraid we're in trouble."

"Oh, I'm afraid that's what I wanted to tell you, dear corporal." The female captain replied between breaths, her voice almost distorted. "You really should come to the bridge and take a look. Damn, the ship of these alien scum is really fucking big."

Kius narrowed his eyes, immediately forced himself to calm down, and asked again: "How big is it? Can you give a rough number?"

A few seconds later, the female captain groaned and replied: "Based on my experience, it is at least a battleship of the Eldar. Damn it."

A cabal that can afford battleships.
The corporal couldn't help but take a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and began to think about why such a threat dared to invade the heart of the Chemos galaxy.

It is impossible for them not to know that the Third Legion is stationed here. Moreover, with such a conspicuous void naval battle, even if the Conspiracy Defeater did not send out a signal for help, the nearby Imperial Navy fleet would soon hear the news and come.

The Eldar ships have always focused on dodging and speed but neglected true defense. Under a salvo of macrocannon fire, a large target like a battleship would most likely be paralyzed.

With so many negative factors stacked together, will the Dark Eldar conspiracy really launch an attack under such circumstances? They never act without profit.
Kius suddenly glanced at Sarron, who was unaware of his gaze and was kneeling on one knee providing medical assistance to two seriously injured sailors - the emperor's sons all learn a variety of skills, but there are very few like him who choose to learn medical technology instead of another martial art. No one knows why Sarron did this, but he studied very seriously.

Looking at his back, the corporal's mood suddenly became heavy.

It would be better if things didn't turn out the way he thought.

On the other end of the communication channel, Reva Braque called him in a very hoarse voice: "Corporal Kius, are you still there?"

The moment he heard the voice, the corporal realized what was happening, so he whispered, "I'm still here, Captain."

"Very good. Damn, that hurts. Listen, my people are cleaning up the bridge. Their first wave of attacks has been repelled, but those bastards have tied us up with something like chains. They can't give up so easily. I have sent out a distress signal, but no one has responded yet. You have to think of a way."

She gasped, let out a low roar of pain, and stopped talking, as if she had fallen into a coma. A few seconds later, accompanied by curses, her first mate began to speak on the channel.

"The captain is missing a hand. We can't rely on her now, sir. Those bastards will surely come again!"

Kius lowered his head, gripped his sword tightly, and spoke in a deep voice. "Place your best men around the bridge. Don't go near the engine. They will definitely paralyze our power. This is a hunt, first mate. They are not here to capture slaves at all."

"What?" The first mate was confused by his words. "What do they want to do?"

Kius did not reply, only saying, "I will assign two battle-brothers to the bridge to assist you. Fight, First Mate, and do not disappoint the Emperor."

He hung up the call and gestured to Balaster and Ramitz, who nodded and turned away. He walked towards Sarlun, intending to say something to him, but stopped halfway.
The world suddenly changed in front of him. The beads of sweat on the sailors' faces were sliding down at a speed 10,000 times slower. It was almost impossible to tell whether they were still or moving. The smoke from the fire was floating in the air, frozen in time, and formed unspeakable and bizarre shapes. His own body also stopped moving, but the shells of the explosive bombs, which were still warm, rolled quietly from the darkness, sliding across the deck covered with sticky blood, passing the sweaty sailors and the corpses on the ground, and piercing into his lowered eyes.

An endless chill rolled in.

The world returned to normal, and Kius looked up and saw a deformed hand slowly retracting into the darkness. It was clearly in the center of the crowd, but no one paid it any attention.

He lowered his head and looked at the shell, then bent down to pick it up and saw a word on the side.

Precious blood.

He clenched his right fist and crushed the shell into pieces, his temple aching. At the same time, the lights above his head went out in a tremor that spread throughout the ship. It seemed as if the situation had really turned into a hunt, just as he had said.
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When do we start, my Lord?

"Don't rush."

I can't wait, my Lord.

"You have to wait even if you can't. Patience is very important. How come you haven't made any progress in these ten thousand years? What did Conrad teach you?"

He doesn't teach me anything, Lord, he just tells me to kill. I want to kill! I want to kill! I want to taste their blood!

Khalil shook his head imperceptibly and patted his left shoulder. The dark and heavy judge's coat suddenly trembled, and a scarlet eye slowly opened from where he patted, full of bloodshot, and the pupil was as violent as a wild beast.

"Shut up," he said. "Or you won't get any drink."

Shivering, the coat returned to normal. Khalil adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and slowly walked into the dark bottom of the cabin.

He reached his right hand into his coat pocket and grasped a thin blade with his thumb, index finger and middle finger. The hull of the Conspiracy Defeater was still shaking, and his sensory network spread out in all directions faithfully transmitted every movement back to him, letting him know that the second wave of the Dark Eldar's raid had begun.

Oh, what a pleasant surprise. He thought with a smile. I was just doing some easy escort work in my spare time, but I didn't expect to catch such a big fish.
"Is it really that easy? You've spent a year on this ship, and you had to stay stealthy the whole time."

Conrad, you don't have to contradict my every thought and expression all the time - this is an easy job, isn't it?
And it's for the right reasons too. Belisarius Cawl needs some research data to perfect his design for the Primaris Astartes, but he's too busy to do it, so why not let me do it for him?

The Night King sneered silently, the sound echoing lazily in his heart.

"I don't dispute its legitimacy, but I think the bigger reason you took this job is because you don't want to go back to Terra and face the astronomical amount of documents piled up in the Administrative Council. Also, if you really don't want me to refute you all the time, then you can just not let me hear your voice."

This is not okay.

"why?"

I'm afraid you'll have a tantrum - like a child.

"what"

With a genuine sneer, the Night King's voice gradually calmed down, and Khalil reached out and took out the knife, making it disappear between his palm and fingers like a juggler. Occasionally, it would appear with just a hint of cold light.

He had already mastered this fancy skill, but every time this deadly weapon brushed against his skin, it brought a cold touch and an incomparable quickening of the heartbeat.

This made his smile grow wider.

Of course, even if the knife miraculously cut his aorta, he would not die, but this old habit inherited from ten thousand years ago would always make him feel happy.
It would remind him of one or more gloomy rainy nights.

On those nights, he always went out wearing a raincoat he had picked up, walking through one muddy or dirty road after another, killing one damned person after another.

There was no such thing as identity or status on those nights, and almost no one knew who he was. He only needed to concentrate on his work, which made him feel satisfied and gave him a simple happiness.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a complex feeling - the anticipation of killing the damned thing, the excitement, the desire for blood and death, all mixed together, almost making him tremble.

but
Caryl Rohals took a deep breath.

This is just a job, efficiency comes first. A little indulgence is fine, but never do meaningless things.

Recalling his work rules, his neck twitched unconsciously, his smile faded, and finally he became completely calm.

Stepping into the depths of darkness, he patiently hummed a ballad.

(End of this chapter)