40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 417 143. Terra (XVIII)

The giant sickle and the sharp sword collided with each other, and the foul and diseased miasma and the black angry flames collided head-on. In the intersecting sharp edges, the two giants saw each other's eyes.

One was burning, and the other was dead.

The footsteps turned, and they left each other together, and then turned around at the same time. The giant sword chopped down on the head, and the sickle slashed backhand, and collided again.

Sparks flew, and the huge force even made the obsidian ground tremble. The wind blew, and the giant wearing rotten armor suddenly laughed strangely.

"You have changed a lot, Fugen."

Phoenix ignored it and just continued to swing the sword.

The Lord of Death is a terrible opponent, tough, heavy, and able to endure pain that ordinary people can never endure. He is the kind of warrior benchmark that any commander dreams of, but the thing Phoenix is ​​facing now is not.

It does not have the wisdom hidden between Mortarion's tenacity and coldness, but only has an empty shell. Although it was strong, it was slow. It was stubborn, but more of it was just dull. It didn't even have any tactics or skills, it just fought Fulgrim with strength and endurance.

For example, now it forced Fulgrim back with an unstoppable heavy blow, its brute force was really terrible. However, at such an important juncture, it did not pursue the victory, but just stayed where it was and continued to move its feet, waiting for the next opportunity.

It showed no fighting wisdom or it was very slow.

Fulgrim took note of this and swung his sword fiercely. While his wrist was rotating, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and the giant sword slashed at the monster diagonally, and it was ready to block with the handle of the sickle.

Phoenix had expected it - this move was not the first time it had used it. He immediately retreated, and the giant sword stabbed out fiercely in the burning flames, and it hit a real killing move in a casual way.

The rotten monster snorted coldly, and did not dodge or evade, and took the blow with the front of the breastplate.

The black flames burned freely, pouring into its flesh and blood. A strange gurgling sound came from its body, but it itself showed no reaction.

"I am immortal," it said. "Nothing can destroy it."

"You are worthy?" Phoenix replied.

The short conversation ended quickly, and they fought again.

A series of dazzling attacks happened in a few seconds. Fulgrim first stabbed, then changed the line to slash, and the sword slashed into the monster's armor, cutting deeply into the flesh.

It seemed indifferent, and its bones and flesh actually grew teeth in the wound of the armor and began to gnaw the blade made of angry flames.

Fulgrim gloomily loosened his arm and made the giant sword dissipate. The monster naturally did not miss this opportunity, and the Silent Scythe roared and slashed down, ready to take his life.

But Phoenix was the first to arrive, and retreated instantly as if he had predicted the future, and kicked out at the same time, kicking in the middle of the handle of the sickle. The rage ignited again, and the giant sword was held in his hand again.

The monster was forced to retreat two steps by the kick, and immediately chased after him. The wound on its shoulder was slowly healing, just like the one on its waist.

It was terrible. As long as it was not killed on the spot, it could recover little by little. Even the rage of revenge would be slowly devoured by this corrupt and distorted power.

No, not devoured.

The Phoenix was keenly aware of the difference - not devoured, but simply took the damage and then healed, that's all.

The rage can still hurt it

Fulgrim's face slowly bloomed with a terrifying smile that made people tremble.

He rushed forward again.

The violence between the two began to become more and more terrible as time went by, and every step or dodge would make the ground tremble like an earthquake.

If the sword and the scythe collided with each other, the huge sound could echo in the darkness for a long time. This sudden duel was moving towards white-hot, but it was difficult to determine which side had the upper hand.

Fulgrim had not been injured even once since the beginning of the war, but the rotten monster had suffered a great loss.

Its terrible armor had become scarred, and the Phoenix did not hold back at all. The most deadly swordsman in the entire galaxy was making a bloody murder with all his strength far beyond the past.

The monster paid a lot for this.

For example, the disappearance of the left shoulder armor, a wound on the belly, and a stab wound on the cheek - it had suffered so many injuries, but it still showed no signs of weakness, and the power of wielding silence even began to grow stronger.

"Look at yourself, Fulgrim!" it roared and rebuked. "Your dead descendants will be ashamed of your appearance now!"

"Look in the mirror before you speak." Phoenix replied with a smile. "I really want to know what kind of gloomy and ugly face you have under your mask now. You are simply ruining the name of Mortarion. How dare you act in his face?"

Without saying anything, the monster roared and swung the scythe in anger.

It is an extraordinary thing. Even if it is a rotten and diseased monster, no one can deny its supernatural power.

And the way it vents its anger now is no different from that of ordinary mortals. It just uses violence, nothing more. There are other powers in its body, but it does not use them.

Although Fulgrim can smell the stench of plague, it does not use it, as if it has forgotten how to use those things.

But Fulgrim didn't forget.

So he twirled the blade and summoned a wave of angry flames before the scythe came. The spirit of injustice roared in it and bit the monster's face fiercely in the wave of fire.

The flesh and blood were torn off by sharp claws, and the sickly and sarcoma-covered pieces of flesh were torn apart by the ghosts. Dark green pus and insect eggs spurted out from the wounds. They should have hatched, but they were killed in mid-air. The flames burned to ashes.

The monster roared and retreated continuously, and the giant scythe that was supposed to fall stopped its attack.

Fulgrim immediately stepped forward. How could he miss such a great opportunity? He's not slow.

Lifting the blade of the sword, he began to attack the monster with a terrifying and intensive attack, slashing, stabbing, and slashing, one after another, endlessly, like a stream of water.

In just a few seconds, he had struck it seventeen times. The monster flapped its insect wings on its back and retreated with a roar. Its anger could not be suppressed at last. Amid the pain and numbness of healing, it covered its unrecognizable face and roared.

"Seriously, go look in the mirror." Fulgrim said with a chuckle. "My brother is not as ugly as you."

"I am Mortarion!" it argued angrily. "And you, what are you?!"

"I am your death," Phoenix said. "I will kill you right here so my brother can rest in peace."

He stood there with his sword in hand and did not pursue. He was just calmly recovering his strength - Phoenix knew in his heart that it would take him a long time to kill this thing, and he had very little energy left.

The cold feeling was getting stronger and stronger. They strengthened his use of rage or other abilities, but did not treat his injuries or restore his physical strength. Perhaps they were, but something inside Fulgrim was urging him not to accept that treatment.

That's not therapy! it hissed.

I know. Phoenix replied calmly.

Underneath his smile, he didn't feel happy at all. There is only solemnity, solemnity, fury—and sadness.

"I am going to kill you"

The monster grunted and shook its head, the scythe slipping from its hand. It grasped the tail of the weapon, which was obviously not a suitable holding method for launching an attack.

Phoenix frowned, not sure what it was going to do for a moment, but still raised the sword. He originally planned to defend and face the ever-changing situation with stability, but suddenly he heard a buzzing sound, like the heat of an engine roaring.

Then, he saw a smile appear on the thing's mutilated face.

Phoenix's pupils shrank sharply.

The monster turned around slowly but appropriately, and the scythe sliced ​​through the air slowly and quickly. Silence drew a large circle with deadly force. Some heavy objects fell to the ground in unison in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of blood splashing.

One of the heavy objects rolled to Fulgrim's feet.

It was a head.

Wearing a white helmet, a red lightning flashed across the right side, the incision was extremely smooth, and blood was slowly dripping. He probably hadn't died immediately. At least Fulgrim could still hear him trying to breathe, but he soon stopped moving.

The monster laughed lowly.

"Jaghatai!" it shouted. "You can't defeat me!"

Accompanied by the high-speed running sound of the suspended motorcycle, and the subsequent sound of emergency braking, the Chogoris Eagle walked out of the darkness calmly, holding the white tiger sword in his hand, and his armor was covered with blood.

The White Scars followed closely behind Khan, only a few without helmets, and their fury required no eyes to see.

"Really? Why?" Khan asked seemingly nonchalantly, glancing at Fulgrim sharply.

"Because I have help," said the monster. "Fulgrim! Come and help me!"

Phoenix grimaced, raised his sword, and charged forward. The giant sword was raised high.

Khan smiled, very obviously, and the heroic beard covering most of his face could not hide the brightness of this smile. He pulled out a pistol with a dangerous light from his waist and shot the monster in the head without hesitation.

Blood spattered and hit one of his left eyes, and even half of his skull was pierced by this long-planned shot.

The broken eyeball fell out of the eye socket, melted in the air together with the pus and diseased brain matter, and turned into a corrupt flower. When it fell to the ground, it was chopped into pieces by the white tiger's sword, without even a chance to grow.

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" Chagatai said with a smile, and the long sword slowly sheathed.

The monster roared angrily and was about to fight back, but was suddenly stabbed through the chest by a huge black flame sword from behind and raised high. Something that couldn't be told whether it was blood or pus sprayed out from the wound, and it screamed. This was definitely not a sound that the real Mortarion would make.

"I don't know which master you begged to get these powers from, but He really should have given this power to Typhons. It's a waste of time for you to have it."

Khan laughed, and it was only then that Phoenix paid some attention to observe his brother whom he had not seen for a long time.

He discovered that although Khan still looked graceful, he was actually extremely tired. Both the mottled armor and the beard that had not been taken care of for a long time can prove this.

"It's been such a long time, Fulgrim." Jaghatai nodded to him politely. "May the Emperor's Children who died heroically rest in peace."

"How did you know?" Phoenix asked seriously, and began to activate the angry flames with all his strength, intending to burn this rotten body with one fire.

The flames were blazing and spread from the sword immediately, and it immediately screamed - and this was definitely not what Mortarion would do. The Lord of Death despised pain, how could he scream like this because of such an injury?

Khan smiled mockingly, but did not ask Fulgrim what the situation was. He raised his hand behind him, and a head was handed into his hand.

It was a son of Horus with a grimace. The eight-pointed star of chaos was originally engraved on his forehead, but now it was covered by the Imperial Sky Eagle.

"We have encountered Horus's fleet."

Chagatai breathed out a thick breath.

"No, maybe you shouldn't call that thing that. It's just a monster. It has no mercy or brotherhood for the past. It uses your affairs as a talking point to show off to me and make me surrender."

"Then?"

Jaghatai shrugged, and the White Scars suddenly twisted the accelerators of their motorcycles. The engines roared like thousands of horses neighing.

Fulgrim smiled. He wanted to say more, but his expression suddenly changed. He turned around quickly and threw the sword with the impaled corpse.

Jaghatai immediately rushed to his side, guarding him with a sword, and at the same time motioned to the White Scars to hand over another sword for Fulgrim to use. However, Phoenix shook his head, and with just a weak hold of his hands, he condensed a huge black flame sword from the air that was still powerful.

Chaghatai looked at him in surprise, while Phoenix remained silent. They had no time to communicate, because some weird distorted sound had already sounded in the darkness.

The monster's voice sounded again.

"Self-righteous." It said gloomily. "What do you know, Jaghatai? You can't even organize your own legion. How does it feel to be held at knifepoint by your own heir?"

"That was Alpharius's trick," Khan retorted calmly.

"Was it his plan to divert your fleet to the Vengeful Spirit? Don't kid yourself, Jaghatai. Your heirs are loyal to Horus more than you, and now you are rushing to take your remaining heirs. Terra is even more unwise."

It laughed cruelly.

"You did not regard yourself as a good primarch. You only stayed on the arm of Horus and became his falcon. It is so shameless. What benefits does this bring you? Spiritual satisfaction? You are not even worthy of a general. There is no wisdom, and on Terra you will get nothing but death."

"When did you become so articulate, Mortarion?" Jaghatai asked slowly. "This doesn't look like you"

"It's not Mortarion," Phoenix said. "Just a monster."

"how about you?"

asked the voice in the darkness.

"The beautiful hero with oily hair and pink face, the idiot general who cherishes feathers more than pursuing victory, the jealous fool who smiles whenever someone comes into contact with Ferrus Manus, and the incompetent Primarch who ruined most of his legions."

"You are indeed beautiful, Fulgrim, even now you are very handsome. So maybe you should stay in a brothel instead of on the battlefield. This is not suitable for you. Find a brothel to stay, you will definitely be able to stay here Shine brightly in this ancient profession.”

Phoenix turned his head and said to Khan: "Now it is a monster who is good at confusing right and wrong."

"When is it not hateful?" Khan asked. "However, it is indeed very good at confusing right and wrong. Maybe we should invite it to debate with the high lords at the meeting table."

There was a laugh in the darkness, and a bloody face popped out, it was Lorgar Aurelion.

"Then I will make them religious," he said with malice. "So they won't keep arguing with you about military spending, right, brothers?"

The face shrank back, and the strange noises in the darkness began to become more and more obvious. Fulgrim calmly went back to back with Khan, and the two began to look after each other's blind spots.

At this moment, a roar came from among the White Scars, and a warrior opened fire repeatedly into the darkness, repelling a monster—perhaps it couldn't be said to be a monster, but another bloody face named Aido. Long.

However, only Fulgrim knew it was Eidolon's face.

In fact, it wasn't even the Eidolon he was familiar with. That Eidolon is fighting desperately somewhere on Terra.

"Father, Father!" It wailed and swallowed the bomb, its throat filled with an ambiguous pink color. "Father! Let me lick your blood! Just like last time!"

Khan tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "Who is he talking to?"

"What's going to happen next is something you've never seen before, brother." Fulgrim said, black flames burning in his eyes. "But these are just lies and false illusions. You must stay calm at all times, otherwise they will find an opportunity to take advantage of you."

"I thought I'd seen it all."

Chagatai sighed, suddenly took a step forward, and slashed the blade. The white tiger was as fast as lightning at this moment, and a piece of flesh and blood flew out of the darkness and landed at their feet, emitting curls of green smoke.

It should have melted, but it didn't, and even pulsed briefly. Some fine teeth grew out from the edge of the flesh. It turned over deftly and turned into a mouth that left the body.

It's just that there are no lips, it just looks excessively pale and ugly, and flies fly out of the bottomless pit-like throat.

"Incompetents!" it laughed shrilly. "The Lord of Plagues is coming!"

Phoenix destroyed it with one sword.

"Let it die," he whispered. "I'll kill it too."

A huge monster walked out of the darkness in response. The insect wings vibrated behind it and its face was swollen. The same was true for its body. The rotten armor had been stretched to the limit by the fat. On that swollen face, there was undisguised malice blooming. , like flowers blooming from corpses.

The next second, it exploded suddenly.

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