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Chapter 588 106 Dark Expedition
Chapter 588 106. Dark Expedition (Thirty, My Headache Brothers)
Standing on the simple wall built with rapid composite building materials outside the camp, the hunter placed his hands on the edge of the wall thoughtfully.
He ignored the dark clouds that were moving quickly towards him and just stared intently at the silver spire that almost occupied the entire sky.
It was huge and extremely complex, with countless bridges of glow stacked between silver and silver, and doors everywhere, some open, some closed, looking very confusing.
But the hunter knew that he couldn't delve into it too deeply. Once he got caught up in the logic of 'thinking about its purpose', he would have to pay a price to break free.
But his observation cannot stop, he must obtain more information
It was not his style to take risks, but this silver tower was too terrifying. Before it appeared, no one had discovered its existence. This alone forced him to temporarily abandon his caution.
He frowned, and at this moment, his cloudy eyes completely ignored the limitations of distance, allowing him to see every detail of the silver tower clearly.
He ignored most of them, noting only a few features: the evil magic powered by pure souls, the multiple layers and chaotic arrangement of bridges and doors, and most importantly, this.
That is the eye at the top of the tower, the clear yellow animal pupil that looks like a lantern.
Why is it clear yellow?
The hunter calmly and actively looked at it, and suddenly, thousands of birds chirped.
"You are fearless, are you, blind prophet?" a laughing voice asked softly.
"There are no prophets in this world. Those who believe in prophecies or fate are fools." The hunter responded slowly.
The horrible roar of the chorus still echoed in his ears, and the creatures born from the tide of chaos greedily invaded reality, temporarily depriving the hunter of hearing. Blood flowed down from his ears, stayed on the scripture on his shoulder armor for a while, and then fell directly to the ground.
The voice chuckled, and then began to speak patiently: "Maybe so. I must admit that it is interesting for me to communicate with you every time."
"You all have the ability to predict the future, but you think it is not credible at all, as if those clear pictures are just a one-sided interpretation of the future. Well, let me provide you with a new perspective, how about this, hunter?"
The hunter did not answer.
He had already gotten what he needed, and as for the monster hidden behind the beast's eyes and its whispers, he didn't care at all, sooner or later, he would meet it.
Then, he would kill it.
The hunter turned around, leaped off the city wall.
The dozen or so war machines that remained of the Kos people were roaring their engines, their machine souls eager to kill. These pure, simple, sincere souls only wanted to add more glory to the God of All Machines.
Of course, since they were born in Calth, they also have some concept of "revenge" in their consciousness.
In such a state of agitation, the soldiers who had not had a few days' rest once again got into the tank without complaint.
This is rare. Throughout the entire empire, mortals who can still maintain morale and combat capabilities after such a devastating defeat are extremely rare. However, for the people of Calth, this seems not worth mentioning.
The pre-war deployment was completed quite quickly. Soon, these big guys drove out of the camp, and the artillery positions were already full of people.
Wearing goggles or full-face helmets, the Kos waved their overly long and overly strong arms to implement every order from their superiors.
The hunter only took a quick glance and showed them respect again.
The people of Koth are not blind, they can see what is happening in the sky. The people of Koth are not amnesiac, they still remember what happened not long ago in their homeland.
However, at this moment, they still chose to fight.
You know, this is not the only option. A short-term escape is still an escape, and it can be a fantasy land that temporarily escapes from the cruel reality, but they are unwilling to escape into it.
Faced with one disaster after another, the choice of the people of Calth is to stand tall and face it all in a human way.
The hunter understood that this was not something that could be accomplished by the flashes of humanity from a few leaders. He preferred to call it a spirit.
He withdrew his gaze, suppressed his emotions, and walked quickly towards the two giants standing side by side not far away.
They had been waiting for a long time, but there was no one behind them. The elite veterans who were supposed to be lined up were nowhere to be seen. Only these two lone chapter masters remained in the camp.
Skaldrick was still the same, with a serious and impatient look, holding two great axes in his hands. Kaiul Sahora, on the other hand, frowned and kept looking at a data tablet.
"What's going on?" The Scarlet Lord asked coldly.
The hunter bowed slightly to him and began to answer: "It has been confirmed that the demons or cultists who believe in Tzeentch are behind this. The silver tower is the best evidence of their existence."
The Chapter Master of the Shadow Knights interrupted the conversation with a rare tone of annoyance, and then threw the data tablet away.
"We still can't contact them. Damn Chaos!"
The hunter looked at him and bowed politely: "Perhaps, Knight Commander, the safety of Lord Yago Sevitarion is not our concern yet."
Scaradrick smiled coldly, and his pale face vaguely showed almost black blood vessels. A cold wind came from nowhere and blew from one end of the camp to the other.
The wind was so strong that some of the tents that had been fixed were blown away instantly, but the white hair of the prince was not affected. The black lines under his skin were becoming more and more obvious, and even the color was turning into dark red.
Just as the hunter said, he was indeed not worried about Yago Sevitarion.
The four Chapter Masters have all witnessed how powerful the Night's First Sons are today, but the Grand Lord must be the one who understands it best.
The Scarlet Claws have always possessed beast-like instincts, even surpassing the wolves of Fenris in some aspects, and Skaladrik is the best among them.
Every time he met Sevatar face to face or shared a room with him, his two strong hearts would instinctively start beating at high speed, making his body active.
But this was not a preparation for a battle. On the contrary, it was his instinct urging him to stay away from the creature in human skin.
Therefore, Scaradrick knew exactly what Yago Sevitarion was now. However, whether there were other factors in his worry was something only he could know.
"Then let's act according to the predetermined plan." The hunter said so softly, and there was no sign that he was about to step onto the battlefield.
His calmness is also a puzzling point. The Nightborne do not like to show their emotions on the outside, but he seems to be always like this.
Kaiul Sahora withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.
He still had no idea, and he still didn't dare to say that they could gain the upper hand in this war.
From this perspective, he seemed to be somewhat out of tune with the two people around him, but he was probably the most "normal" one.
Scarlet Lord Skaldrick is a brutal beast who always acts on instinct. He has a simple view on war and doesn't care about anything other than winning or losing.
Hunter is a reliable but annoying mystic who is always calm and composed, making people want to drag him into a duel cage.
In fact, this kind of thing has happened before, but every time, facing the malice of the chapter commander or senior officers, he would choose to retreat directly.
Either admit defeat, or give up after a few rounds. He has no desire to win at all, and even when faced with vicious ridicule, he just laughs it off.
For this reason, Kaeul could not imagine him in battle, and he had never seen the hunter and his chanting brothers killing on the battlefield.
From just a few words, the Shadow Knight could only equate them with strong combat power. As for everything else, it was all unknown.
As luck would have it, these two chapter masters happen to be the most outstanding and typical examples in their respective chapters.
When he thought about fighting side by side with such friendly forces to defend the camp, Kaiul felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He had even seen what might happen next: calling the Scarlet Claws, to no avail, no one responded, only their roars.
Calling the hunters was also fruitless. Some people responded, but most of the responses were "no need to worry" or a burst of chanting.
With such a murky battlefield situation, and the unattended Judgment Blade and the brothers from the mother group, Kaiul really couldn't imagine what this group of people could do.
But in the end he said nothing, just nodded, turned and rushed to the battlefield.
The flocks of birds have arrived, the cannons are roaring, the gunboats are flying across the sky, the earth is churning, and all kinds of strange demons of Tzeentch leap out from the silver light that rolls them up, shouting constantly, making an extremely noisy sound.
Some were wild beasts, some were flying birds, some were strange metal mechanical bodies, and some were just savage mutants wearing animal skins, holding strange guns that they had stolen from who knows where.
Looking at the models, most of them are automatic guns, which is ridiculous when you think about it carefully - but their number makes up for this absurdity.
This was undoubtedly a scene of world destruction. Kaiul saw it clearly, and he also understood that this was just an appetizer.
He couldn't help but think a little darkly that if this was a mission that belonged to the Shadow Knight, then he wouldn't even send troops down from orbit, he would directly issue an extermination order.
But now.
"We're attacking from the flank," a voice said over the comms channel, sounding steady and reliable.
Kaiul couldn't help but feel relieved - the brothers of the mother group are always so reliable. Among the children of the night, the night blades are the ones who don't need to worry about combat discipline.
Unless their leader on the current battlefield is named Jago Servitarion, at every other moment they are perfect allies.
The Shadow Knight took another deep breath, silently passed the artillery position, and rushed towards his brothers, but halfway there he heard a brutal roar.
"kill--!"
With just one word, the roar was so loud that Kaiul wanted to quit the communication channel immediately. He didn't need to look at the flashing runes in the upper left corner of the eyepiece to know who was roaring.
Kaiul paused for a moment, looked up, and discovered that a scarlet tide had collided head-on with the cheap cannon fodder sent by the Lord of Change.
The Scarlet Claw's Terminator veterans were undoubtedly able to fight one hundred at a time, but the enemy's numbers were far more than a hundred times greater. Soon, they were completely overwhelmed.
At this moment, the only evidence that could confirm that they were still alive was the broken limbs and arms flying in the demonic tide.
The Chapter Master of the Shadow Knights sighed into his helmet with a painful expression, and then received another report.
"This is Judgment Blade. We are making preliminary preparations for the purification ceremony. We have five minutes left. Please make sure the enemy stays away from the western position."
good news.
Kaiul let out a sigh of relief.
The Blades of Judgment have been working closely with the Inquisition for many years. Although some bad names are often given to them, these protectors who always stand at the forefront of the chaos wave do not care.
They knew what they were doing, and other than that, they didn't care about fame in the secular sense - so, they became the first regiment among the Children of the Night to apply exorcism formations and various mysterious academic methods on a large scale.
Their database contains many proven means of combating Chaos, from an apotropaic charm of unknown origin on Fenris to the ashes of a certain Ecclesiarch saint.
As long as it is useful, they will use anything without any taboos.
Kaiul believed that their purification ritual could be of great help in the defense of the camp.
He finally felt relieved and stopped thinking too much. He drew his sword and charged into the demon tide that was trying to attack the artillery position.
The shadow knights were killing silently, standing firmly in front of the Kos soldiers. The muddy and bloody battle was gradually dragging everyone into the meat grinder.
And the war had only just begun for ten minutes.
The hunter calmly put his palms together, as if to salute, or to make a statement. His behavior seemed ordinary, but it made the animal eyes at the top of the spire look over again.
"Ah, are you going to summon him?" it suddenly asked, and its tone had become somewhat intriguing.
The hunter did not answer, but slowly closed his eyes. Behind him, ninety-nine people were chanting scriptures, the language they used was hissing, the syllables were flat, gloomy, and majestic.
Literally translated into High Gothic, it is just a four-syllable personal name.
Van Cleef.
(End of this chapter)
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