40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 338 58. Reborn

Horus looked at the hell in front of him in horror.

Everything was burning, and the pungent stench penetrated the breathing grille of the helmet. The filtration system did not work at all, and they almost destroyed part of his physiological system. His sense of smell began to be out of balance, and a bloody bitterness came from the tip of his tongue.

But this was only secondary. What really made him unbearable were the bodies that were nailed to the wall, hung on the ceiling, and made into sculptures or paintings.

So this is the truth behind the disappearance of the crew?

Instinctively, he wanted to shout out the words "The Emperor" to express his shock, but he couldn't say it anyway. He lowered his head bitterly, but Ezekiel Abaddon came from behind, stretched out his hand, and pushed him away forcefully.

"Keep moving forward." He issued the order coldly. "We must be ready for battle before the Raven Guard board the ship."

As soon as he finished speaking, a torrent of steel rolled away. The Sons of Horus ran past in an orderly manner. Horus Eichmand watched them leave almost at a loss. He didn't understand why they could turn a blind eye to this horrific scene?

"And you, Eichmand." Abaddon looked at him sternly. "If you are not ready for battle, go back to the main bridge. We don't need cowards like you where we are going."

Eichmand ignored Abaddon's insult. He took a step forward and raised his hand to point at the burning bodies, his voice extremely urgent.

"Don't you see, Ezekel?"

"They are not important." Abaddon said expressionlessly. "The orders of the Warmaster come first."

"But this-"

"-Listen, you either obey the order and go to the battle position, or run away like a coward. There is no third choice." Abaddon interrupted him rudely and said aggressively.

There was an unfamiliar brutality surging on his face. Eichmand suddenly felt a chill. He hesitated again and again, and finally chose the third choice that did not exist in Abaddon's mouth.

"This is wrong, Ezekiel. This whole thing is wrong. Vengeful Spirits should not look like this. Who killed them?" Eichmand said, waving his arms hard. At this moment, he looked like a court jester.

He was still trying to convince Abaddon, but the latter seemed completely indifferent.

"Yes, this whole thing is wrong." Abaddon said in a low voice. "But the Warmaster has made his choice, and I will obey his will. I was reborn by his blood, and I will fight for his blood, as always."

"Terra, can't you see these bodies?!" Horus Eichmand shouted desperately.

In the crackling of the flames, under the gaze of the swollen eyeballs of the dead, Abaddon nodded, but did not give any more answers.

So Eichmand knew that he could see it, but he just didn't care. Or rather, he cared more about other things than these things.

"You" Eichmand opened his mouth. He was already a little angry. He wanted to blame Abaddon, but the latter's calm gaze made him realize one thing - that is, he was not qualified to do so.

Of course he was not qualified.

He did not have the determination and courage of Tarik Torgaddon and Gaviel Loken to stand against the entire legion. He witnessed all this happening, so he had long lost his qualifications.

But he would also be doubted and shaken by this cruel and terrible truth, and he also had an extreme fear of killing his brother.

He was neither as completely loyal to the warmaster as Abaddon, nor as brave and terrifying as Loken and Torgaddon.

"I am too cowardly." He suddenly muttered to himself.

Abaddon smiled and nodded, agreeing with his words. This smile was a complete sneer, and his approval was naturally not an affirmation, but a sarcasm.

"Yes, you are a coward, but you are not as cowardly as those two traitors. They are the real cowards, Eichmand. Come with me now, we still have a battle to fight."

Abaddon put on his helmet and turned around.

"No." Behind him, little Horus said painfully. "No."

The man with his back to his brother turned slowly, and a sharp blade with electric light was reflected in his eyepiece.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"The real cowards are us." Eichmand said, and turned off the decomposition field of the power sword.

He threw it at Abaddon's feet, panting heavily, as if he was experiencing the greatest pain in his life.

"But I don't want it. I don't want to go on like this." He said with difficulty. "I want to go to the bridge, to see Horus. Do you remember the duties of the Council of Four Kings, Ezekiel? I will fulfill it, and I will remind him what is right and what is wrong."

He turned and left, staggering like a dying person or a seriously ill old man.

Abaddon watched him leave without stopping him. A moment later, he picked up the power sword and walked into the darkness alone.

He held his head high.

——

"It's good to see you again, Fulgrim." Angron said.

The phoenix smiled and did not answer.

The place where they were was almost disintegrated by the flames. According to the laws of physics, these melted adamantium and steel should have made them fall down, but they still stubbornly existed.

Smoke from the fire swirled around them, and there was a faint roaring sound in the darkness. The corpses of the dead were gradually being charred, the forest of the dead was swaying in the breeze, and war dogs stood guard with guns standing beside the two primarchs.

"Have you met my chief pharmacist Fabius Bayer?" Phoenix asked.

At this moment, he was wearing makeshift clothes made of surgical sutures, hospital gowns and sheets, and he had no defense at all. The wounds on his waist and abdomen were wrapped with thick bandages. His face was very pale and weak, and his voice was as weak as that of a chronically ill person.

Angron shook his head.

"If you see him, kill him." Phoenix said with a smile.

"I understand." The Lord of Red Sand replied seriously, without asking the reason.

Some things don't need a reason, especially for him.

The Butcher's Nail trembled endlessly. His talent was working, but it could not relieve the pain in Fulgrim's heart. He could only feel the grief and anger in his brother's heart, but could do nothing else.

How similar

Angron pursed his lips, but did not comfort or say anything. He understood that Fulgrim did not need these things now.

"Can you still fight?" he asked.

"Probably," Fulgrim said. "Do you have a battle plan?"

Angron nodded and called Loken over who was standing far away. The latter's pace was very firm, but it also revealed a strange look of death.

Phoenix lowered his head and looked at him expressionlessly, saying nothing.

Acudona stood behind him awkwardly and winked at Loken.

The Luna Wolf replied bitterly with a clear hint, took another deep breath, and was about to explain, but Angron got there first.

"Captain Loken, please tell my brother the battle plan you and your brothers have drawn up. He has just woken up from a coma and has little understanding of the current situation."

"Actually, I do," Phoenix said.

Even at this point, his hoarse voice still sounded pleasant, but his words were not so friendly.

"I will kill Horus," he said, looking Loken straight in the eyes. "This is my plan, Son of Horus."

"With all due respect, sir, he is the tenth company commander of the Luna Wolves." Kahn interjected from behind Angron without being humble or condescending.

Phoenix glanced at him, then moved his gaze back to Loken.

"Lunar Wolf?" he asked softly.

"Yes, my lord. I am Garvill Loken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Luna Wolves."

Loken replied seriously, the words pouring naturally from his chest. He thought it would be difficult to admit this, but he didn't expect that it would be the same as breathing.

"My brothers and I rescued your offspring who were trapped in the prison. Our plan was to break through the blockade. One party would go to the hangar to seize the shuttle or transport plane, and the other party would take you out of the medical room. But our plan was early. Everything was already known to Horus before it started.”

Phoenix stared at him and nodded slightly. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand and made an eagle salute to Loken.

"The Emperor's Children thank you," he said. "I can't imagine what you've been through, Captain Loken."

"Let's talk about thanking you later." Angron joined the conversation and took a step forward without leaving a trace, blocking Loken behind him.

"The top priority is to gather the troops and prepare to leave. I communicated with Corax before boarding the ship. Calculating the time, if nothing else happens, they should launch a gang-hopping operation now. Fight side by side with the Raven Guard inside the ship. It was definitely a pleasure, man.”

"Have you communicated with him in advance?"

Angron nodded, a slightly sad smile spreading on his face.

"It's just a rebel planet. Why does it need so many legions? Not to mention his order for the Word Bearers to fight side by side with the Ultramarines. Is it possible for Horus Luperkar to do such a thing?"

"Furthermore, Nuceria is also in the Extreme Star Territory. I asked specifically before setting off. The area around Calth has not been harassed by orcs for nearly twenty years. How could it be possible that an orc that requires two people would appear so suddenly? The Orc Empire that only one legion can deal with at the same time?”

Phoenix couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It seems that I am the fool who ran into the trap carefully prepared by Horus." He said mockingly. "You are all prepared, but I am not. I let my legion——"

He stopped and sighed deeply. Angron looked at him seriously and denied his statement.

"Believe me, brother." The Lord of Red Sand said in a gentle voice that was different from his usual. "No matter how prepared you are for these things, it's never enough."

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