40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 737 29. Insurmountable (II)

"Balastal, fire cover. Ramitz, free play. Sallen, come with me."

Gius immediately strides forward and cuts a fire curtain in the cabin that is already trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

The bomb passed by him like raindrops, shooting through the alien that was hiding behind the flames and trying to launch an attack. Blood mixed with powerful chemicals burst out from their bodies, and with the minced meat, large patches of lilac smoke emerged in the flames.

The corporal rushed forward with the sword, and looked as if nothing was happening. With his right hand raised, he beheaded the two spiritual tribes who were aiming at him with a gun. The head was flying in the air, bringing out an almost beautiful arc, and the corporal had rushed among the crew members who were struggling to resist.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic at this moment, with corpses, flames and smoke everywhere. This jump attack came too suddenly and had no precautions, but it was common for alien enemies like the Spirit Clan.

Their ships have a technology called mimicry engines that can make them mimicry into imperial ships. In addition, the ever-extreme plundering style makes this situation not surprising.

"Standing your position, the people of the empire!"

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

He turned around suddenly, and rushed straight towards the enemy without even looking, wearing flames, stomping on the burnt corpses and the blood of the sailors, and his anger spread silently.

And how long does it take him to release it? The answer is less than half a second.

Within such a short period of time, he had broken the flames and came to the two spiritual aliens. He strangled one of them with his left hand, and the rest turned around and wanted to escape, but was pierced through his chest by a bomb - Balastale's fire support is still trustworthy.

He turned around and ran towards the firepower position temporarily built by the sailors. Unsurprisingly, he saw Sallen, who was raising a shield to resist the firepower network of the alien poison crystal rifle. Their head cast blocked all sailors like a mountain, completely blocking the extremely deadly poisonous crystal bullets for mortals.

The volley ended, and the aliens appeared and disappeared in the fire waves. It was at this moment that Sarren and Kius moved at the same time. One was facing left and the other was facing right, without any communication, they tacitly blocked the enemy's moving route.

Kius quickly killed the four spirit tribes that fell into his hands, but Sarren encountered trouble. Although he turned the alien into minced meat with just the collision of the combat shield, he was A wild beast that jumped out of the depths of the cargo hold blocked the way.

The thing was extremely tall, muscular, covered with dark blue fur, and the face seemed to be wearing a scarlet mask, six eyes and a giant mouth covered with fangs turned the red color into Extremely ferocious.

It jumped onto Salren's shield like an ape, its developed hind limbs were deeply embedded in steel, and its forelimbs with terrifying claws began to scratch wildly - if anyone asked, Kius would admit He was indeed worried for a moment

But it was only a moment. In the next second, Sallen tried to overturn the thing to the ground without saying a word, then stepped on his left foot and stomped the thing's chest cavity.

It let out a violent roar, or whine, but it quickly turned into a roar like a lost heart. The stinky saliva mixed with blood dripped from his mouth. It stretched out its arms as if nothing had happened and grabbed Sallen's left leg.

The latter did not dodge or avoid, but just waved his right fist and arrived first. With just one punch, he smashed his claws to pieces. The thick bones and spider-web-like nerves were exposed to the fire in the blood mist. Among them.

The thing was obviously stunned for a moment, and then the battle shield crushed its head.

The Corporal smiled sincerely behind his helmet, pulled out the blaster from his waist backhand, and began shooting the aliens hiding in flames or darkness with Balastale, while Ramitz rushed in quietly The rear of the battlefield.

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

Kius spent a minute to see the battlefield, but the result made him feel numb and itchy on his back - the situation was wrong, there were too many warriors in the conspiracy group, and it was enough to include the corpse. There are thirty-two samurai bodies. And those transformed slaves and captured beasts.

This kind of attack power is not affordable by an ordinary conspiracy group, and how can a normal conspiracy group choose an imperial warship to start with a successful disguise? Why not choose those cargo ships or relatively backward worlds? Isn’t this more beneficial to their dirty and humble slave hunting career?

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

The bridge was also raided.

The corporal's heart sank and he said, "Immediately send a message for help, Captain, we may be in trouble."

"Oh, I'm afraid this is what I want to tell you, dear corporal." The female captain answered this way while gasping, her voice almost distorted. "You really should come to the bridge to see it. Damn, this group of alien scum is so big."

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

A few seconds later, the female captain replied in a muffled groan: "In my experience, it is at least a battleship of the Spirits."

An affordable conspiracy group to take 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 system.

It is impossible for them to know that the place was stationed by the Third Legion, and, in such a conspicuous void naval battle, even if the Conspiracy Defeater did not send a signal for help, the nearby Imperial Navy fleet would soon come.

The ships of the Spirit Clan have always focused on dodge and speed and are lighter than real defense. Under the volley of a large cannon, a large target like a battleship has a high probability of being paralyzed.

With so many negative factors added together, will the Dark Spirit conspiracy group really launch an attack under this situation? They never get up early

Kius suddenly glanced at Sallen, who knew nothing about his gaze and was kneeling on one knee to provide medical assistance to two seriously injured sailors—the emperors would learn a variety of skills, but There are very few people like him who choose to learn medical technology rather than another martial arts. No one knows why Sallen did this, but he learned it very seriously.

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

It's best not to become what he thinks.

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

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

"Good. Damn it hurts. Listen to me, my people are cleaning the bridges, their first wave of attacks has been repelled, but those bastards tie us up with something like chains. If they live, they can't give up so easily. I have sent a message for help, and 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 was in a coma. A few seconds later, with the curse, her first mate began to speak in the channel.

"The captain has fewer hands, so we can't count on her anymore. Sir, that group of bastards will definitely come again!"

Kius lowered his head, held his sword tightly, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Place your most elite group of men around the bridge, and you don't have to go near the engine anymore, they will definitely paralyze our motivation. This is a hunting game, the first mate, they are not for the slave hunt at all .”

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

Kius did not answer, but said, "I will assign two combat brothers to the bridge to help you. Fight, first mate, don't let the emperor down."

He hung up the communication and made a gesture to Balastal and Ramitz, and the two nodded and turned away. He himself walked towards Sallen, and wanted to say something to him, but stopped halfway.

The world suddenly changed in front of him, and the sweat beads on the sailors' faces were sliding downward at a speed of ten thousand times slow, and it was hard to tell whether they were stagnant or moving. The smoke from the flames floated in the air and became a treacherous shape that was unspeakable. His own body stopped moving, and the bomb shell with the remaining heat rolled quietly from the darkness, sliding across the deck full of sticky blood, passing through the sweaty sailors and corpses everywhere, Punched into his lower eyes.

The endless chill rolled in.

The world returned to normal, Kius looked up and saw a deformed hand slowly retracting back to the darkness. It is clearly in the middle of the crowd, but no one gives it a look.

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

Rare blood.

He clenched his right fist and pinched the shell into pieces, causing a pain in his temple. At the same time, the light above the head was extinguished in a tremor that affected the entire ship. The situation seemed to be as he said, turning into a hunt.

——

When will we take action, Lord?

"Don't hurry."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

I can't wait, Lord.

"You can't wait, you have to wait. Patience is very important. Why haven't you made any progress in the past ten thousand years? How did Conrad teach you?"

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

Carriel shook his head slightly and patted his left shoulder. The dark and heavy judge's coat suddenly fluctuated, and a scarlet eye slowly opened from where he slapped it, covered in blood, and his pupils were as violent as a mad beast.

"Shut up," he said. "Otherwise you'll be drinking nothing."

As he shivered, the coat returned to normal. Carrier straightened his wide-brimmed hat and slowly walked into the bottom of the dark cabin.

He put his right hand into the pocket of his coat and pinched a slender blade with his thumb, index finger and middle finger. The hull of the conspiracy defeater was still trembling, and he faithfully sent back every movement towards the perception network spreading around, so that he knew that the second wave of raids belonging to the Dark Spirit had begun.

Oh, it was a surprise. He thought with a smile. Originally, I was just taking some time to do some easy escort work, but I didn't expect to catch such a big fish

"Is it really easy? You have spent a year on this ship and have to keep sneaking."

Conrad, you don’t have to refute every word I think all the time - this job is easy, isn’t it?

And it is legitimate. Belisari Kaul needs some research data to perfect his design for the original cast Astarte, but he is now unable to do so, so what if I deal with this for him?

The King of Night sneered silently, his voice sneering lazily in his heart.

"I don't refute its legitimacy, but I think the greater reason for you to take this job is just because you don't want to go back to Terra to face the astronomical and digital-level documents that have been piled up in the Administration. Also, if you really don't want me to refute it all the time. You, then you can never let me hear your voice.”

This doesn't work.

"Why?"

I'm afraid you'll get angry - just like a child.

"ha"

Amid the real sneer, the voice of the Night King gradually calmed down, and Caril reached out to take out the knife, making it disappear between the palms and fingers like a juggler. It occasionally appeared, but it was only revealed. A touch of cold light.

He has long been proficient in this fancy skill, but every time this life-threatening weapon passes against his skin, it will bring a cold touch and an incomparable little heartbeat.

This made his smile grow stronger.

It is true that even if the knife miraculously cuts his artery, he will not die, but this old habit inherited from thousands of years ago will always make him feel happy.

It reminds him of one or many gloomy rainy nights.

In those nights, he always went out wearing his picked raincoat, walking through one muddy or dirty road after another to kill one damn person after another.

There was no identity or status at those nights, and almost no one knew who he was. He just needed to concentrate on his work, which made him feel satisfied and a kind of simple happiness.

He hadn't had such a complex feeling for a long time--the expectation, excitement, desire for blood and death that was about to kill the damn thing, all mixed together, almost trembling.

but

Caril Lohals took a deep breath.

This is just a job, efficiency comes first. It is OK to indulge a little, but you must never do meaningless things.

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

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