40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 557 75. Dark Crusade (, Guilliman’s Eldar Advisor)
Janus Adeas - Captain of the 3rd Company of the Ultramarines Chapter 'The Bane of the Alien' - Robert Guilliman's personal adviser on the aliens walked into the twenty-fifth deck fully armed. outside the 'cell'.

Here is a section of iron-gray corridor, the opening of which is surrounded by the victorious army. In essence, it's not noteworthy; the cell itself is where the action is about to take place.

That cell was very special. It had neither iron bars nor any of the common 'protective measures' in cells. It was just painted completely pure white with a special paint. But now, there are five aliens waiting inside.

Janus received the information in advance. Judging from the image transmission data when they boarded the ship, these five aliens probably came from a certain Arkworld or a branch of some strange forces. In short, they were not those Worst kind.

Janus has been killing aliens for so many years and already knows a lot about most of the aliens in the galaxy. Not to mention the bugs and greenskins he is most familiar with, he has also dealt with heavy iron skeletons like the Necrons many times. , knowing that they have differences such as dynasties.

But the Eldar are another matter. They range from pirates to primitive tribes of animal-riding people who live on some remote world. Each one is so different from one another that it cannot be accurately understood or classified. It is almost like
Humanity.

Janus pushed the thought from his mind and walked towards his primarch.

Robert Guilliman had probably been waiting for a long time. He lowered his head and held a book in his hand. The buttons of his blue and gold uniform were buttoned up to his neck, and a short sword hung on his waist.

It is not a ceremonial sword, and the heavy and simple scabbard reveals the nature of the weapon to a certain extent.

"Primarch." Janus greeted in a low voice.

He received a tap on the shoulder and a curt remark: "The Eldar language is troublesome."

Janus agreed with his primarch - the Eldar language was indeed troublesome. Unlike humans, the Ada's language is extremely complex. It was probably never considered to be easy to understand when it was designed, or maybe it was easy enough for Adas to understand.

It is not a simple language. Changes in facial features, posture and even a little gesture will change the words and sentences. What is even more annoying is that every word in this language will have different meanings on different occasions.

For ordinary people, it is almost impossible to learn this language. And Janus is an Astartes, so he roughly knows a few hundred words of Eldar.

Of course, he usually only uses a few of them, such as surrender, I will crush your soul stone, etc.
"Indeed, my lord, but we-" Janus raised his right hand and made a gesture. "——Where are you now?"

"What step?"

"Has the torture begun?" Janus asked. "I hope the interrogation has already begun, otherwise why would you have called me here?"

Guilliman looked down at his alien advisor and suddenly sighed: "Listen, Janus, I called you here because of your knowledge of aliens. I never said I wanted you to torture or torture. they."

"Does that mean you want me to kill them?" Janus asked half-jokingly. "Just like before, my lord?"

Guilliman did not answer his words, but he did not deny them either. He just took a step forward, not knowing exactly what he did, but a door suddenly appeared on the iron-gray wall in front of them.

The original body stretched out his hand to push it away, and a chill mixed with the smell of ashes wafted out. He entered first, followed closely by Janus.

Five Aida stood inside, slightly surprised by their arrival. A man in a cloak stood not far away, leaning against the wall with an expressionless face.

If Janus hadn't already known him, he would probably have thought of him as the alien inquisitor of the Inquisition - that common indifference and nonchalance was simply a calling card.

"Let's begin," Guilliman said calmly. His words caused the Eldar to make eye contact with each other for a moment, and then one of the males among them spoke: "With all due respect, son of the Emperor of Mankind, but -"

Its tone was humble, without their trademark arrogance, but it still made Janus feel angry out of thin air. He instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist and pressed it until it creaked with Guilliman's acquiescence.

The Eldar who spoke frowned and stopped. Janus was surprised to find that it still didn't reveal its true nature, and even looked aside as if asking for help.

"He is the owner of this ship." said the person it sought help from.

The Eldar was silent for a moment, seeming to grit its teeth.

Janus was not sure whether this was a sign of hesitation or resistance. If he had been in another place, he would have regarded it as the latter, then he would have drawn his sword and rushed forward to separate its head from its body. However, this was not the right place, so he held back.

The Eldar spoke slowly.

"Since this is your wish, we will know everything, but I must warn you in advance, and you." It turned to Guilliman again, its eyes worried. "I can't guarantee whether this will have an impact on the prophecy."

Alien lies. Janus thought.

"Go on," Guilliman said, seemingly unmoved.

So Ada spoke again, using her beautiful voice to ramble on a bunch of nonsense, most of which revolved around one force and two names.

This force is as awkward and weird as other Eldar words, but this alien actually translated it. It uses a High Gothic portmanteau to translate it, referring to them as the Legion of Death, the army of the god of death.

Then there are the two names, one is Efreni and the other is Eldrad Uthlan, the former is their leader and the latter is their prophet.

Janus had never heard of these two names, but he did know what a prophet was - if the Eldar were annoying enough, then the prophet was the most disturbing existence among them.
In other words, all self-righteous prophets are annoying.

"We are here to help," Ada said to Guilliman in a respectful tone. "The prophet Eldrad saw in his dreams the horrors that were to come. Chaos was encroaching upon your realm."

"This time is different. They have found a new way to destroy your world. There is no excessive killing, no decadent joy, no rotting lesions, and no minds trapped in tricks, just one more Someone who chants your name."

"Eventually, they will be trapped in darkness, along with you. That is why we are here to stop your fleet. Please believe that we are only here to fight against Chaos - before they In front of us, no matter what real hatred there was between humans and the Eldar, it should be temporarily forgotten."

Very convincing words, even Janus had to admit this, but he still noticed another thing: although this Ada said something high-sounding, its words did not reveal any specific information at all. .

From the beginning to the end, the only things that could be considered concrete in its words were the so-called Death Army, which was unknown to be true or false, and two names that were most likely made up.
Janus knew that he was very suspicious and extreme now, but there was no precedent for this kind of thing. Furthermore, his suspicion and extremeness stem from their betrayal and deception time and time again.

He looked up at his primarch.

Robert Guilliman nodded slightly at him and said: "What do you think, my advisor?" "I don't think they are worthy of trust." Janus said roughly, his voice sounding almost like a growl.

"What's the reason?"

"Any so-called prophet - even a juggler on the street can say a few words similar to those riddles. What's more, the Eldar are not worthy of trust."

Robert Guilliman laughed under the gaze of the Adas. He looked at them and said, "You all heard what my advisor said. He doesn't think you can be trusted."

"Your consultant is very extreme and misunderstood us." Ada, who had been responsible for communication, replied in a calm and humble manner.

"What counts as extreme? What counts as misunderstanding?" Guilliman asked seemingly gently.

"Are the people who kidnapped my people and used them as slaves and playthings not of your kind? Or, you want to tell me, those who rushed into the city, massacred women and children, and massacred the unarmed people and took pleasure in doing so. Ada has nothing to do with you?"

Ada frowned, finally showing a little anxiety: "But you are a wise man, you should know how much hatred between races -"

"—Yes, I know," Guilliman said calmly. "I know that humans also enjoy murdering you. I know that some extreme people will open fire on any Eldar they see, but I don't care about these things. I am also human."

"I ignore their atrocities, just as you ignore the crimes committed by your compatriots against my people. Your rhetoric of coming to provide help is even more ridiculous and ridiculous. Help? From beginning to end, you have not disclosed any useful information. information."

"I didn't hear the name of the place, I didn't hear Chaos' plan, and I didn't even hear specious speculations. You mentioned 'horrible evil deeds,' and I want to tell you that in these ten thousand years, Chaos has been committing crimes against humans every day. It’s you who have committed horrible evil deeds, and so are you.”

The Primarch took a step forward with hidden anger, his eyes brightened, and the beating sound in the forge began to echo in the pure white room.

"So tell me." He spoke softly, asking with murderous intent amid the low growl coming from his chest. "What makes you think that I will give up my hatred just because of these few words?"

After a brief silence, the Eldar chose to surrender.
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Robert Guilliman clenched his fist, then unclenched it, then clenched it again.

Blood slipped from his fingers, and corpses surrounded him. Green-skinned beasts, villagers holding wooden spears and other simple weapons
Judging from the comparison of the dead alone, this cannot be called an even battle.

Those greenskins are tall and strong, but most humans are extremely thin. The greenskins have iron weapons and armor, while the weapons on the human side are so crude that it is unbearable to look at them.

But this was the best Robert Guilliman could do in just three days.

He had no time to dig for iron ore, smelt steel, or forge weapons. He also didn't have time to train these people who were still hungry and give them a basic understanding of combat.

The greenskins arrived so quickly, he had just finished building the traps and so-called walls when they found them.

Then came war, or one-sided slaughter - Guilliman could kill these powerful beasts with ease, and tear them apart even if they surrounded him.

But what about others?
Others cannot face these monsters.

Armed with weapons, they followed Guilliman, gaining false courage. They were inspired by his speeches to defend their homeland, and then died here in a very unceremonious manner.

No ability to resist.

Guilliman slowly stood up, his body covered in blood and his robes torn. He turned around and saw the few villagers who had survived standing behind him numbly and sluggishly.

They didn't know what victory was, they only knew that they had survived, so they instinctively found him and wanted to get new orders.

Guilliman did not give them any orders. He just walked past them, past the traps full of corpses, past the smashed and chopped low city walls, and returned to the village.
He saw the bodies of a group of children.

He clenched his fists again.

He survived, after killing probably several hundred greenskins with his bare hands. He stopped their large army outside the village and town with one person, and then killed them all with one person.

However, he is not a god, nor is he the so-called son of god. He cannot take care of others in this kind of battle.

Some of the fish that escaped the net rushed past him, some of them were trapped and killed, and the rest were blocked by the wooden city wall. The refugees poked their eyes with spears from behind, but they could only get aroused excitement. ferocious nature.
Guilliman walked slowly along the city wall, taking in all the details. He even deduced where the crude defense line began to collapse.

A long silence, a long wandering. The living people numbly returned to their homes to cook dinner. This is how people are. No matter what they have experienced, living is their instinct.

The aroma of food awoke Guilliman from his thoughts, and it was only then that he realized what kind of hell he was in.

He looked down at the ground and found that even the soil was wet with blood. He squatted down and touched the soil with his hands, but suddenly there was a stinging pain in his mind. Then he knew instinctively that the greenskins would come back.

I can't stay here anymore.

He stood up and wanted to warn those who were alive, but he didn't know how to speak. A burst of hunger surged into his heart at this moment, making him salivate involuntarily.
He looked around at the corpses. They were not green-skinned, but human. He looked at the open chests and abdomen, scattered limbs and looming white bones, and his hunger began to spread rapidly.

He clenched his fists.

No.

Robert Guilliman gritted his teeth, turned and left, disappearing into the night.

He will be back at daybreak.

A pitch-black bird landed on the pile of corpses nine minutes after he left. It picked right and left, pecked out nine eyes with its long, hard beak, raised its head and swallowed the corpse into its belly, and then jumped around. The land entered the villages and towns.

It’s time to add some unexpected twists to the fun. it thought with amusement.

(End of this chapter)