40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 118 21. Red Sand (End)

where am I?

Jill Baldwin asked herself.

Where am I? Where am I?

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and all his senses came back at this moment. He saw gray mist, distorted light, and firelight coming from the darkness. He could hear roars and bolter fire, maybe a few blasts of plasma? Then he smelled a strong odor.

He couldn't identify anything more. As the commander of the legion, he instinctively wanted to ask why he didn't use heavy firepower, until someone stabbed him in the neck with something.

Along with the intense pain, he suddenly regained consciousness.

"Please wake up, legion commander!" Pharmacist Pacarod yelled at him. "The last shot of excitement—"

Before he could finish his words, he fell down and his head disappeared, turning into a mixture of blood and flesh.

Gil Baldwin fell to the ground, and intense pain shot through his head, as if someone had split his head in half.

He gasped deeply, fumbled with his fingers to pick up the gun that the pharmacist had dropped on the ground, and instinctively checked its condition. It was fully loaded and the muzzle of the gun was still warm. It had obviously been reloaded not long ago.

Jill Baldwin coughed, and blood spilled from between her lips and teeth.

He thought, Pharmacist Pacalod was right - I must wake up, I must rush to the bridge to contact any Imperial fleet that can receive the message, and ask him to open fire on us.

We must be stopped.

A few seconds later, he staggered around and observed the surrounding environment. The broken memory fragments in his mind were immediately connected. The war dog used his tenacious will to ignore the pain in his mind and the anger that swept through his heart. It became clear where he was.

I'm still on board. he thinks.

He didn't know if it was luck or misfortune, but he hoped that the six teams led by Kahn of the 8th Company could escape. The war dogs paid a bloody price for them to leave the encirclement. There were 20,000 brothers who lost contact when the enemy strangled them, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Gil roughly estimated the distance between himself and them, and then prepared for battle. He knelt down and took a combat knife from the pharmacist's belt. Then he began to wait in the darkness.

Three seconds later, he stood up abruptly. His body could not support such strenuous activities, but the stimulant injection from Pacarod finally took effect. He ignored the severe pain from his head and began to pull the trigger continuously.

The muzzle flash illuminated the faces of the attackers in the darkness. They were pale and scarlet, and they were extremely crazy. There was a cluster of steel cables trembling behind their heads. It was obvious that they were crazy. They didn't stop even when four of them were killed by Gill with guns the moment they met the enemy.

"Blood——!" an attacker roared and rushed towards him, crushing the head of his fallen comrade under his feet while running. Gill continued to pull the trigger indifferently, hitting the body with the first two rounds and the right knee with the last round.

The round hit with precision, and the attacker fell to the ground, still trying to crawl toward him.

But his companions ignored him. They stepped over him as if they were stepping on the ground. Blood and flesh flew everywhere. The successors rushed towards Gil furiously and eagerly. The roar of the chain saw and ax was so obvious. Brass and scarlet coexisted. The composed armor shimmered in the dark mist.

Gil took a step back, gripped the combat dagger, and stabbed the first man in the throat. He twisted the blade cruelly and ripped out his throat. Blood splattered on the war dog's face, but this was far from the end. The bolter was still firing, breaking the second man's left leg.

Gil lunged at him, using his leap to add more power to his attack. He punched the man's wound with his fist, pulled out a broken bone, held him down indifferently, and then inserted the bone into his throat.

The third man arrived slightly later, which gave Jill enough time.

He turned around, and the combat dagger swept through the air wildly, driving deeply into the enemy's eye socket. The cables behind his head danced more and more fiercely, causing the man to roar furiously: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

"Commemorate your own death." Gil Baldwin said coldly, released his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched the dagger deep into his eye socket.

With that done, he picked up his bolter and walked out into the darkness again.

Things are far from over.

He must rush to the bridge to warn everyone that the honor earned by the Warhounds has been completely tarnished. What happened on this voyage must be completely annihilated. Their Primarch must not be affected by this incident.

Thinking of this, a wry smile mixed with confusion suddenly appeared on Jill Baldwin's face that had previously seemed bloodless and tearless.

I have not seen what you look like, Primarch. he thinks. I'm sorry we didn't get to see you, but we have to die here.

The honor of the Twelfth Legion must be preserved.

——

combustion.

Something is burning, a burning burning.

Khalil walked slowly into the darkness, the horrible stench still lingering in his nostrils, lingering. Somehow this didn't surprise him.

Surrounded by burning debris, the sky of Nuceria disappeared completely after he walked down the plain and stepped into the rolling hills shrouded in twisted metal.

Even if he raised his head, he could only see a sweeping wave. The vast ocean belonging to subspace alone shone in the sky of Nuceria. A million stars were extinguished in an instant, forming a terrifying whirlpool, and then disappeared again. Disappear in the next moment.

These pictures began to make Khalil feel lucky for his previous decision. This was not a sight that normal people should see. Only people like him could look directly at it.

He continued walking, the dirty black mud rolling under his feet. They refused to be stepped on, bubbled up as if alive, and made strange and terrifying sounds.

Some human remains remain among the burning ruins of earth and metal, shining brightly and shining with the flames, reflecting a strange color.

Khalil spent a few minutes observing them, and he saw that at some point these things would return to normal - the twisted metal and burning darkness would fade away, and the ruins of farmland, rivers and people's collapsed houses destroyed by the explosion would return.

But it was only for a moment, because something on the other side of the curtain was pouring His power into this place without any restriction.

crazy.

Khalil narrowed his eyes and heard a noisy sound in his ears. It was the sound coming from the communication channel. It was probably the Second Captain or Robert Guilliman calling him.

But he can't hear clearly now. This is no longer a world that normal people should set foot in, and therefore normal technology cannot achieve any due role here.

He walked calmly, his pale face looming in the darkness, as if it should have been there. Upon realizing this, Darkness cheered.

Thick mist gathered from the originally empty front, and an eerie silence fell in an instant. The mist lingered, emitting thoughts of surrender, begging the powers beneath the skin of Khalil Lohars to reveal themselves, accept them, and share in their glory.

The power did not respond. The only person who responded was Khalil Lohars.

Frowning deeply, he raised his hand in disgust and grabbed the mist, turning it into a mass of screaming, scattered spirits. There were several screams in the darkness, and some things that came here with the help of the vibration of the curtain fled in fear after seeing this.

They are new monsters in the ocean of chaos, and they do not know who revenge and hatred belong to now like their older counterparts. Unfortunately, their existence has been captured by Khalil.

Therefore, escape has become a luxury. After a short meaningless time passed, they were all killed completely. Khalil stood in the darkness with his hands covered with blood, already having a rough guess about the current situation.

This speculation was almost unacceptable to him - why is He so arrogant? Wouldn't other monsters take this opportunity to attack him? He knows that the relationship between them has never been harmonious

But now.

Khalil shook his hand calmly and cut off his thoughts again. He had no time for these things, he just kept going - the darkness still cheered, the power of Chaos itself did not reject him.

As he walked, some shining fragments began to gradually emerge in the darkness. Some of them have been completely obscured by darkness, but only a few still shine. Khalil frowned, wondering what this meant, until the darkness itself delivered an idea to him in the chaos of reason.

"Welcome back," they said vaguely. "help."

"."

Khalil was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and selected one of the fragments. The next second, he disappeared suddenly.

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