40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 586 104. Dark Crusade (Twenty-eight)

Hector Calgio tightened his grip on his gun, then unclenched it, then tightened it again.

His fingers kept rubbing on the handle of this reliable weapon, making a small sound of metallic friction.

The sound of burning flames around him should have covered up all this subtle sound, but to the three people present, his hesitation was not a secret, and nothing could cover it up.

Even 'Robert Guilliman' noticed something strange beneath his calm exterior.

"Anyway-" He frowned, trying to bring the topic back to what he was most concerned about now. "——If you're going to shoot, then go ahead. But if you're not going to do it, then don't stop me."

He took a deep breath, turned around resolutely, and walked towards Naros City.

Thick smoke continued to spread, dyeing the sky above the city a terrible charred black. Seeing this, the young giant couldn't help but become more worried. At the same time, his dislike for Yago Severtarion also intensified.

He didn't understand why someone could launch an indiscriminate attack on a group of innocent people when everything was still unclear.

If the so-called empire is full of people like this.
The terrible stench of the burned corpses of orcs was raging in the wind. They were not a pleasant species in life or in death, and the young giant didn't care.

He just gritted his teeth in anger and strode forward. A spinning bomb missed his face at this moment, causing a burning sting. Immediately afterwards, there was a dark scolding.

"Stand where you are!"

'Robert Guilliman' turned around, looked at the man who was holding the gun firmly, and shook his head calmly.

"I said, aim for the head." He said every word. "There is no other way to stop me. Astartes, can't you see this?"

"I don't know how long it took you to get here, but I think my existence should be a problem for you, so you are the one who came here specifically to deal with the problem, and you have some kind of responsibility on your shoulders. From At this point, you should understand me.”

He raised his right hand and pointed at Narrows.

"I feel a responsibility to them," Robert Guilliman said. "No matter what you think of me, it won't change. Doubt, disgust, hate. Whatever you want."

"All I know is that I swore an oath to protect them, and I will never break that promise."

Calgio slowly lowered the gun, his hand not shaking, still as steady as a rock.

The stability brought by countless trainings had helped him kill many enemies, and this time was no exception. The bomb was originally aimed at the head, but he shifted his wrist slightly at the last moment.

He didn't know why he did it, he didn't understand it, but he did it and, like now, he put down the gun.

Argo Severtarion returned from the pile of corpses at the right time.

"That's funny." He smiled deliberately, looking mean. "Are you persuaded by this fake, brother?"

The son of Calth made no answer.

"He is not trustworthy. He stole the name and identity of a primarch and claimed the throne without permission in this remote and wild world. Who knows what other ambitions he has hidden in his heart? Raise your gun, Calgio."

Sevatar deftly took off his gun from his belt, but pointed it not at 'Robert Guilliman', but at the Son of Calth.

At the same time, the smile disappeared.

The originally abundant air suddenly became thinner for some unknown reason. Calgio even doubted whether he was at an altitude of 10,000 meters. He actually felt suffocated.

And his reason told him: No, you are still down to earth, you are standing here. The reason you feel suffocated is because Iago Savitarion has murderous intentions for you.
He looked at the Imperial Hero in disbelief, at the indifferent, empty and pale face.

In those dark eyes, Calgio didn't see any kindness. In fact, he didn't even see any human emotion.

What is hidden behind these eyes is only cold murderous intent. This murderous intent does not belong to humans, it only belongs to monsters, and belongs to a place full of darkness and no light.

Savitar placed his index finger lightly on the trigger.

"Raise the gun," he said calmly. "Otherwise you'll have to die with him."

"Is this what you call a hero of the empire?"

Roboute Guilliman breathed out the words in anger and spoke to Calgio, then immediately turned to Sevatar.

"Listen, you monster-"

"--boom!"

The soil splashed, and Sevatar slowly turned his neck, looking at the young giant motionlessly.

The latter's fists were clenched, his expression extremely ugly, and a deep pit had appeared under his feet, with smoke rising from it.

"Remain silent until I give you permission." Saiweita said softly. "And, always remember one thing: don't call me that word."

He turned to Calgio.

"I won't say it a third time, little brother. Pull up your gun or die with him. You'd better think about whether it's worth it. He may look exactly like Roboute Guilliman, but he's not in your genes." Primarch"

"Wait, what?"

"Did I ask you to speak?" Savita asked without looking back. "Or are you a talkative idiot who likes to insert himself into other people's conversations?"

"Are you trying to get attention with this? Ah, I think so. You like the feeling of being noticed, otherwise you wouldn't steal other people's names. Since you did such a thing, I shouldn't What to expect from you.”

"I didn't steal it!" growled the young giant.

"Do I look like someone who cares about this? You stole it, otherwise I wouldn't be here. I'm only in charge of judging. Do you understand?"

Savita chuckled nonchalantly, her laughter full of contempt, her eyes still fixed on Calgio.

The son of Calth looked back in silence. He didn't understand why Sevatar suddenly became like this, nor why he did such a thing.
But he believed in him.

Of course, the other person didn't think so.

The young giant roared again, his face twisted and full of anger.

"I didn't see any judge, I just saw an arrogant bastard who trampled on everything according to his own preferences!" "Is this how you conduct your so-called trial? You let people kill innocent civilians and threatened them with guns. You want to kill your companions. Does your empire’s laws clearly stipulate that you can do this?”

Sevatar finally - or rather once again - looked at him.

"Macragge." He sighed softly and complained. "I really don't understand if he himself was like this for a while."

"never mind."

He shook his head and let go, letting the bolter fall straight to the ground. Such an inexplicable move was nothing more than a signal in Calgio's eyes.

From the beginning of this inexplicable confrontation until now, he had been staring closely into Sevatar's eyes, so he did not miss the blink and the secret pointing gesture.

The son of Calth roared and turned around. Explosive bombs poured into the air like raindrops, stirring up countless blood flowers and making a monster appear.

It was hit without any defense, but it did not show any pain. The stiff and bloody hands were still grabbing at Calgio.

The Sons of Calth clearly saw what it looked like, and the question arose: What was it?
Instinctively, he began to observe and analyze.

This monster that had the ability to lurk around them wore a crude iron armor that didn't fit. It was about four meters tall and had an extremely weird figure.

His limbs are too slender, and the remaining unmelted skin has been stretched to the limit, which means that its limbs may have been forced into this appearance by some means.
Its muscles were twisted, and the bones bulged strangely beneath them, pushing up against the bloody skin, making everything look disgusting.

But what is really eye-catching is the huge sarcoma on its chest. At first glance, it seems to be just a kind of proliferative tissue, but Calgio's instinct as the son of Guilliman allowed him to see more. detail.

He discovered that the tumor had teeth, eyes and hair.

White teeth, blue eyes, golden hair.
Suddenly his hair stood on end.

The next second, a chain saw halberd passed through his chest, and this cruel weapon began to perform the art of slaughter with extreme precision.

The person holding it must have killed countless of its kind, otherwise it would be impossible to use the chain saw to dissect a humanoid creature whose muscles and bones had begun to twist.

In just two seconds, the monster turned into a steaming mixture of minced meat and bones, but its torso was preserved and was being picked up in the air by the chain halberd.

At the same time, the complete appearance of the sarcoma also appeared in front of Calgio, and he could clearly see a face with a look of pain on its center.

A face that belonged to Robert Guilliman.

"This Dominion?" The third person present spit out a name in confusion.

Sevatar calmly swung the chain halberd, throwing the fleshy tumor to his feet, and then disappeared into nothingness again. Calgio wanted to say something, but he heard a neighing sound.

The sky suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously looked up and saw countless dark birds. They were densely packed, covering the entire sky as far as the eye could see, and then screamed in unison.

In the huge scream that almost destroyed Calgio's hearing, he subconsciously raised a question: Where did they appear from?
This question was completely answered in just one second after its birth: from the clouds.

In other words, they are clouds.

No, no, they are the sky itself. This group of birds running around for unknown reasons are gradually revealing the truth about the canvas of the sky, as if the black oil has been shoveled off by the painter himself with a knife
The original painting, the terrifying painting called The True Face of the Sky, was slowly revealed.

Calgio saw a tower, a shining silver spire. It spread from nowhere and was huge enough to occupy the entire sky.

Cascading lightning surrounds it, making it look like it's in the center of a storm. And at the top of the tower, there was an eye suspended, a sharp animal pupil. It's staring here with interest
In other words, staring at the young giant standing not far from Calgio.

"Domien?" He knelt on the ground and muttered to himself.

He turned a blind eye to the face that was still trying to breathe. Instead, he walked to the pile of minced meat and found the knight's head.

His hands were stained red with blood, and they looked normal, but Calgio saw small things like maggots twisting in them.

He raised his gun and fired, turning the head into ashes and exploding fragments. Blood splashed all over the young giant's face, but he could no longer see any anger. Calgio saw only one emotion in the slowly raised face.

remorse.

Calgio turned away, unwilling to face this familiar expression. This sentiment was expressed by the Primarch when he first met the real Robert Guilliman through a holographic projection.

Although a hundred centuries and ten thousand years have passed, the Lord of Macragge still regrets the tragedy that happened on Calth.
He attributed every murder, every sacrifice, and every bit of suffering that happened on Calth to himself. At that time, his expression was exactly the same as that of the giant kneeling in a pool of blood.

Calgio suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart. Something deep in his genes affected him through a link that he couldn't understand now, and probably never would be able to understand.

At this moment, he saw a roaring forge and a giant with his back facing him. Behind the man's back was a cloak condensed with starlight.
A calm female voice he had never heard before whispered to him at this moment.

"Robert always does something wrong, kid, but he always makes it right."

who? Who is speaking?
This time, his question was not answered. Another voice woke him up from his meditation. That voice belonged to Sheikh Lenghun.

Cold, furious, and with a blade-like chill.

"Where the hell is Jago Severtalion-?!"

Calgio turned around and saw the Supreme Commander of the Blade of Judgment standing in front of him covered in blood.

The armor was mottled and full of holes, and electric sparks were constantly beating on the surface and joints. In his left hand he held a smoldering corpse, the characteristics of a bird were still obvious.

The son of Calth was silent for a moment and pointed to the sky.

"Damn you bastard!" Scheher roared furiously. "I will submit a report to the Primarch on this matter!"

But your primarch was not
Seeing such an angry Supreme Commander, Calgio didn't say anything after all, but just tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

He knew in his heart that no matter how many conspiracies were hidden behind the current situation, or how the situation came to this point, he did not need to think too much.

He just needs to know one thing.

War has come.

(End of this chapter)