40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 643 26. Field Day (II)

To be honest, as an agricultural world, the environment of Minoris II is quite favorable.

Not only that, this planet also has excellent transformation potential, and it is fully capable of becoming a high-level agricultural world. However, there are obviously some lazy people in the Ministry of the Interior who have not done a good job of resource coordination.

At least, for now, this is still a feudal world, ruled by the Fahn family for generations, with advanced and ancient coexisting. Large areas of farmland cultivated in ancient ways are casually thrown outside the city, and it is obvious that peace has been long.

In Khalil's opinion, the reason why this place can still maintain the rating of an agricultural world is just because the annual output of grain is enough.

This achievement can still be achieved under the condition of ancient farming. What is the environment of Minoris II? It can be seen from this.

The breeze blew past, and a fish belly white was slowly appearing at the far end of the skyline. Soon, the sun will rise. Khalil looked down at the wheat surrounding him, imagining how it would sparkle at dawn.

He smiled briefly.

"My Lord," a voice sounded from behind him. "We have assembled."

"Good morning, Zabril," Khalil greeted without turning his head, and issued an invitation. "Do you want to see the dawn?"

The pardoned angel - the pardoned fallen angel - walked up to him silently, waiting silently. After a few minutes, the edge of the fish belly white turned golden and bright, and the light gradually emerged, which was extremely soft and not dazzling.

A huge fireball rose slowly from the other side of the horizon, spreading the light to the entire wheat field. The wind became a little stronger, the temperature was quite comfortable, and the wheat swayed gently.

Khalil reached out to touch them and sighed.

"My Lord?" Zabril asked.

"It's just a pity," Khalil said. "Many people will be displaced, and these crops... probably no one will harvest them anymore."

The Angel of Pardon returned to silence again, but his right hand unconsciously clenched the sword at his waist. He knew very well that what Khalil Rohals said was right - no matter what the outcome of this war was, many people would be displaced or even die.

And the instigator...

Full of hatred, Zabril read out the name of the murderer: "Eldar."

Facing the rising sun, Khalil turned around slowly. With just such a simple action, the light at dawn disappeared completely in front of Zabril's eyes.

They seemed to have some kind of spirituality, and spontaneously did not cross Khalil Rohals, making him a kind of dividing line.

Zabriel lowered his head in awe and did not look at him directly.

Kalil spoke thoughtfully: "The difficulty of this mission is that we must kill two birds with one stone, Zabril."

"Yes, my lord - but the enemy is not difficult to deal with. We will attract all their attention on the front battlefield."

"Only seventy-five people?"

Zabriel raised his head and showed a cold smile as if he was confident.

"Enough." He said so. "Besides, we are actually seventy-six people."

Kalil was slightly startled, and then laughed dumbly. He turned his head to look at the back of the wheat field. The other seventy-four pardon angels and a servant wearing pale white training armor and robes were standing there quietly waiting.

Two Sokaren-type storm birds landed on the wide road that required a distance to walk quite politely, and did not stop in the wheat field. Things that are difficult for ordinary war groups to have are common among the Dark Angels.

A single Sokaren can carry fifty Astartes or five Fearless Elders, and it also has strong firepower and superior defensive performance. Compared with it, the Thunder Eagle even seems unreliable.

"Are you going to let him go to the battlefield like this?" Khalil asked with a smile. "He has no objection to this?"

The old knight grinned: "When he knew he had to follow us, he had already said all his opinions in his life, my lord. Besides, I don't think he will avoid fighting."

"That's right. But, training armor?"

"The protective ability has been additionally modified and has reached the standard level of power armor, but there is no power assistance. We are all looking forward to when he will find out about this. I think that expression must be very interesting."

Khalil smiled, did not comment on Zabril's bad taste, but raised his hands to salute. The Sky Eagle flapped its wings, Zabril put on the winged helmet he got back, saluted solemnly, and turned away.

The Stormbird took off half a minute later, taking them to the battlefield of last night and today - the dark side of Minoris II at this time. The local defense forces have regrouped, and their anger and sadness are waiting to be released.

In the cabin of the Stormbird, Zabril spoke slowly.

"Our main tactical goal is to capture the enemy commander alive. I personally added a few secondary goals, such as severely damaging them or beheading enough alien heads. The relevant data has been sent."

He paused and concluded in the silence of the communication channel.

"This is our first battle after returning to the Legion. Brothers, we must use victory to erase the shame. In the name of the Emperor and the Lion."

He received 74 neat battle cries: "In the name of the Emperor and the Lion!"

Only one person did not speak. His face under the raised visor was trembling slightly, and his lips were tightly pursed. A complex anger was quietly spreading on this person's face, but it was not difficult for Zabril to decipher.

Anger at the alien invasion, and anger at their war cry.

I'm afraid you think we are not qualified to call out their names anymore?

Zabril sighed secretly - he had thoroughly understood the character of Asmodai, a simple and stubborn young man. To put it bluntly, he was just a young boy who had difficulty getting along with the world.

Several familiar faces flashed before the old knight's eyes, and nostalgia and sadness followed. He did not speak, but silently counted a few seconds and waited quietly.

The Storm Bird landed smoothly after 1,274 seconds, and the Angels of Absolution appeared from inside fully armed, bringing indescribable courage to the local defense forces who did not know their true identities.

The remaining officers and commissars began to shout and scold them, asking them to stay where they were and not to go forward to "touch the armor of the angels." Those who violated the rules would be severely punished.

Zabril looked up and saw the smoking homes of these soldiers. Their cities were destroyed, and their families and friends were tortured to death in terror.

They tried to resist and defend their homes, but they were beaten back by the aliens' blasphemous weapons, and their armor and weapons were abandoned. The support troops and heavy firepower were as dead as if they were dead.

It was not until recently that they really confirmed this matter - the aliens had infiltrated them before the attack.

Why was there no support? Because the support was dead, because the defense system was paralyzed, so everything else was logical.

Eldar raiders sped through the city in their sinister vehicles, dragging people out of their homes, painting the streets with blood, killing for fun, and taking the remaining living people away with laughter.

It was a nightmare experience, but not now. In their view, the Dark Angels have come, so the aliens must be killed.

Zabril knew their thoughts and he highly agreed.

Twelve minutes later, he and his brothers rushed into the aliens and began to kill them under the firepower of their ridiculous poison crystal rifles.

Zabril used the combination of shield and long sword for the first time in a long time. In the temporary five-man team, he served as the vanguard, so the sword and shield were the safest combination.

Behind him on the left was the fireman Luohuo Ke, and the sound of the heavy bombs firing sounded so solid and reliable. On the right was the deputy attacker Kai, a deadly swordsman who could accurately kill those stupid aliens who tried to rely on agility to break into the formation for him.

At the end of the team were Afka and Bevidan, the Knight Sergeant and the disabled Librarian. Zabril was not worried about the Knight Sergeant, as he had obtained a two-handed power axe.

This precious treasure obtained from the War Hounds, coupled with his skills, made Zabril believe that Afka could chop down all enemies that stood in his way.

But Bevidan's situation might be a little bad, as he had lost most of his left forearm, and his combat power was somewhat impaired.

Although he was a Librarian, Zabril still hoped that he would use less psychic power, which was a dangerous power after all and should only be used at dangerous moments.

For this reason, the old knight deliberately placed his only attendant, Asmodai, behind the Librarian.

In this way, there was no more worry, and Zabril devoted himself to the killing.

An Eldar tried to sneak attack from the left front, but was cut open by him with a sword. The thing was neatly split into two from the left shoulder, and the blood and pink muscles under the dark skin trembled constantly.

Zabril did not let it go, but struck it with a shield strike like lightning. The battle shield locked on his left arm burst out with great power, smashing the corpse into a pool of fast-moving flesh.

The sky was full of "raindrops" splashing everywhere, and Zabril rushed into it. There was a star-like sound of collision in the eyepiece, but he ignored it. The long sword in his right hand stabbed out like a venomous snake, stabbing the two aliens together, breaking their chests and crackling the force field.

Zabril rotated his wrist to make them fall into pieces, and then he kneeled down and hit the twisted flesh creature that was roaring towards him without looking back, forcing it to stop.

Its swollen body was covered with multiple injections directly implanted into the flesh. The deep color brought a strong visual impact, and they were by no means just good-looking flowers.

This thing took a half step back and rushed towards Zabril again as if nothing had happened.

The old knight narrowed his eyes, took two steps forward, and slammed his shield into its jaw. This blow completely knocked off the dark mask on its face, revealing a face that was simply chilling.

Even a warrior like Zabril couldn't help but shrink his pupils, but despite this, his sword still pierced its chest with unparalleled power.

At the same time, Kai's slash also arrived, and a head flew high. The headless monster stood there for a few seconds, and the chemical agent that replaced the blood just gushed out of the blood vessels, and the team had already gone far away.

Similar scenes continued to play out here. The fifteen battle teams of the Angel of Absolution harvested the bodies of the Eldar pirates with their familiar tactics, creating extremely favorable conditions for the defense forces to charge.

The two storm birds occupied the sky, constantly spraying fire rain. For any commander or person with a little military talent, what exactly this meant was self-evident.

Therefore, the Archon of the Decaying Heart Conspiracy, Eloiseen Shallan, had such a gloomy expression.

"Still no?"

He asked a woman standing behind him - a human woman. She was wearing a court dress, as red as blood, and had a beautiful face. Her blonde hair was tied behind her head, and her watery blue eyes were unusually large.

But to Eloiseen Shallan, she was just a monkey that was pleasing to the eye.

She is now called Catherine Fahn, a betrayer, a witch obsessed with power, strength and darkness. She got in touch with the Decaying Heart forty years ago, and then she has been traveling between the star regions here to find out intelligence and point the way for them.

If someone asks, Eloiseen will directly admit that Catherine Fahn played a very important role in his promotion.

But don't expect him to be grateful. As long as there is an opportunity and conditions, Eloiseen will be very happy to peel off Catherine Fahn's beautiful skin bit by bit.

But not now.

Now, in order to survive, they must cooperate.

"No!" the witch screamed, sweating. "The blockade is still there!"

Blockade

Ilosien uttered a derogatory name that belonged to humans to express his anger - in his opinion, this statement was ridiculous. What kind of power could block a node of the webway and prevent them from leaving quickly? Psionic power? Who can be so powerful?

Damn it.

Ilosien waved his fingers irritably, asking the snakemen in his war court to stop the so-called Astartes. He didn't know where this group of modified strong apes came from, but they really caused him a lot of trouble.

His several ships were full of 40,000 carefully selected slaves, waiting to return to Comoros to deliver them. How much profit can this bring? Ilosien didn't know, but he didn't care.

What he wanted more was fame - as long as he had fame, he could move up a level, and then, further expanding his political power would be a sure thing.

Now, there is only one obstacle between him and his ambition.

Who is trying to stop me from behind? !

He roared in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. This is the instinct of a consul.

Several names flashed through his mind, twisting those calm or elegant faces into a common sneer, and the ridicule he imagined followed closely.

Ha! Stupid Eloxian, was blocked from entering the webway. This is what you get after cooperating with the monkey!

Yes, I cooperated with the monkey, but so what? You idiots, it's just a tool in my hand! Wait, I, Eloxian Xialan, will trample you all under my feet sooner or later.

His almost insane resentment was torn apart by a sudden explosion. The consul immediately looked back and found that the several warships he had robbed and modified were now all in a sea of ​​fire.

And the monkey slaves he had captured were escaping quickly in their own four-wheeled vehicles with the help of a group of monkey soldiers wearing ridiculous armor.

Ilosien screamed silently and ordered the nightmares and elite warriors he had hired at a great price to save the situation.

He was a little reckless. Although setbacks were the inevitable path of every conspirator, Ilosien was still a little too young.

Although he was of noble blood and dared to seize every opportunity, he had never suffered any setbacks at all. With the help of Catherine Fahn, he walked a little too fast.

But does it matter? Can the group of monkeys still defeat his guards?

The answer was quietly revealed half a minute later with a splash of blood - not only can they, but it is very easy.

The blood came from a nightmare, a deadly blade with superb skills and absolute compliance with the contract.

And he died, and the Clive broadsword he regarded as his life was held in a pale hand.

In the next ten seconds, the Clive broadsword was pushed to the peak of killing by this hand.

Its former owner had spent his life pursuing a glimpse of this way, even if only for a moment. Sadly, within less than a second of his death, the murderer demonstrated it in full.

Everyone except him could see this rare spectacle, a vicious, cruel and elegant skill that bloomed silently.

The remaining four nightmares were knocked to the ground at the same time, and their blades shattered without exception. Their armor fell to the ground immediately after, and there was no sign of destruction before that.

The nightmares trembled nakedly, and the skin and flesh slipped away little by little, but they did not really fall off, but stuck to their bones like blooming petals.

Suddenly, they went from dangerous warriors to flesh and blood works of art for people to watch. Elotheen looked at it but was stunned. He couldn't describe what he had just seen.

That kind of beauty, that kind of cruel beauty that bloomed between life and death, made him suddenly let out an indescribable scream.

After his scream resounded through the battlefield, the blood of the nightmares began to steam from the cracks in their skin, flesh, and bones.

After that, Elosien Shallan was not surprised to see his warriors turn around and run, throwing away their armor and helmets without any hesitation. So he also grabbed a poison crystal rifle without any hesitation and started shooting at his warriors.

"Go back!" he screamed. "Who told you to escape?!"

More and brighter fire rain swept from behind his warriors. It was human monkeys firing. The crude and backward weapons in their hands were far more lethal than their elegant weapons.

The red beams or flying projectiles knocked down his warriors one by one, but the elegant dancer holding the Kleve broadsword stood quietly behind the monkeys.

There was a thin body embedded in his black and red coat. Even from this distance, Elosien could still see how thin and pale he was.

How could anyone imagine that he could explode with such power and elegance?

Elothian observed the calm face with the scope, and suddenly the naked appearance of the black and red coat appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but swallowed.

gorgeous. He thought intoxicatedly, and then immediately felt a surge of disgust: How could I use such an adjective to a monkey? ! Am I sick? !

Another burst of explosions came from behind him, and Elothian looked back and saw that his snake bodyguards were all dead. The instigator was standing in front of him, the bloody sword in his hand hanging to the ground, and broken bones still stuck in the gap of the shield in his left hand.

As for his collaborators

Elocene moved his eyes subtly and looked at the witch, only to find that she was already kneeling on the ground pitifully, pretending to be a suffering civilian, and kept mumbling the name of her husband.

Despicable monkey! Elothien roared in his heart. So far, his conspiracy has been decimated, and every link from the bottom to the top has suffered heavy losses, and his only hope of escape is now trying hard to get rid of him.

Elocene's throat rolled, he took a deep breath, humiliatingly planning to say the word "surrender" in the language of monkeys, but a sword was quickly raised and placed across his neck.

"Silence."

Elothien heard the strong space ape say this, using their language, with a strange accent and a calm tone, as if giving an order.

A surge of anger arose in the Archon's heart. He concealed it well, and then he actually closed his mouth and showed no intention of speaking again.

Yes, he plans to find another way to escape. Although he is a young consul, he already knows what the conspiracy path of the Broken Road requires - nothing more than will, wisdom and strength.

He may still be inexperienced, but when it comes to fighting, Elotheon is confident that he can't lose to anyone.

He stood quietly, observing every move of the group of apes in front of him, watching the monkeys behind them cleaning the battlefield, acting very obedient, but the dark desires surging in his heart never stopped.

He wanted to launch a surprise attack now. He would first kill the ape closest to him, then snatch his weapons, and then kill all the other apes and take advantage of the chaos to seize the vehicle and escape.

Monkeys have the ability to fly, so he only needs to grab a boat to get away from this situation, and it is not difficult to make plans to return to Comoros. He still has a few safe houses and some assets, and it's only a matter of time before he makes a comeback.

As long as there is enough money, a declining heart can soon be rebuilt

All his fantasies were torn to pieces by a calm voice ringing in his ears.

"I have something to ask you," the voice said.

The world in front of Elosien collapsed in an instant. There was no light, no battlefield, no corpses and blood, only darkness itself.

He turned around tremblingly and saw a wasteland full of ashes.

A man stood there waiting for him quietly.

Elothien instantly fell to his knees, unconscious.

Khalil took a step back as expected, not letting him touch him. He raised his head and smiled at Zabriel, and a crying woman ran into his arms at this moment.

"My lord! Oh, my lord!"

She leaned on his chest, exhaling a honey-like aroma, and her blue eyes were filled with tears. I felt pity for that look.

"Thank you for saving me, sir!"

She spoke passionately, psychic energy bursting out of her eyes in an artful flash, closing in on Khalil at lightning speed.

Khalil punched her to the ground, then grabbed the lightning and crushed it into powder in front of her.

"You're welcome, Leona de Lars," he said expressionlessly. "Now, let's talk about the connection between You and Wanyan."

The witch who was called by her real name suddenly let out a scream.