Nuceria's sky turns an extremely calm deep blue in the afternoon, with thick clouds rolling across the canvas-like sky. Any later and the sky would have turned a blood-red color.
There are not so many high-rise buildings here to block the natural scenery, and the sun will appear or say goodbye without reservation.
Khalil stared thoughtfully at the sky in this foreign land, and did not speak for a long time, until a voice came from behind him: "Instructor."
He turned around and saw a serious face. At this moment, he was standing on a plain with this person, and they were far away from Daishea.
Nuceria had much to be tidied up, and the Ultramarines hoped that when their cousins arrived they would see a planet of order, so that it would be easier for them to take over.
This kindness was natural, and Khalil appreciated it and needed much of what it brought.
He has been following the actions of the second company of the first battle regiment, observing their every move. He has a panoramic view of every detail, communicating with tribes, persuading cities that are still resisting to surrender, and treating locals peacefully.
The purpose of this trip has been completely changed, but this does not mean that he will abandon his goal - he is the instructor of the Eighth Legion, and this position has been changed again and again by Konrad Coze He has duties and powers similar to those of the original adjutant.
Therefore, when he returned to the Eighth Legion, what he needed to do was far more than just teaching martial arts.
Every step he sees now is the accumulated experience of the Ultramarines. For the Eighth Legion, they may not be useful, but knowing it is definitely better than not knowing it.
"Second Captain Milo." Khalil smiled slightly. "What do you want from me?"
The second company commander simply made a gesture: "I'm here to apologize."
"To whom?"
"To you." The second company commander said. "I have heard from my brothers in my company about their reckless behavior and I must come and apologize for it."
"They didn't do anything they shouldn't have done, Second Company Commander, why do you need to apologize?"
The second company commander did not answer, but just looked at him stubbornly, with a serious expression showing Kalil some of his flaws - a stubbornness that could almost be called pedantry.
He did not hide this, and even displayed it with an almost proud attitude. He came to apologize and at the same time expressed an extremely strong hope that Khalil would accept his apology.
Khalil knew why.
He shook his head: "It's nothing, just a few sword fights. Isn't it a very common entertainment activity among the Astartes to relax by fighting each other in their free time?"
"But they used real swords." Milo said seriously. "This is not allowed and cannot be forgiven. I have reported their mistakes to the Chapter Master and left it to him to make a decision. Punishment will come, but I still need to express my apology to you."
Khalil finally became helpless.
"Okay, okay, I accept it." He raised his hands. "It's just that, please tell Captain Gage again and ask him not to impose too severe a punishment."
"I'll try my best." The second company commander nodded. "But, with your permission, I would like to make some suggestions."
Khalil almost said yes—or rather, he should have said yes.
A loud sharp sound interrupted his reply. Looking up, he saw dazzling fire and a rapidly falling meteor. It streaked across the sky, replacing the setting sun that would turn the sky blood-red a few hours later.
"What's going on?" Milo's voice came from beside him, and the second company commander asked calmly and quickly through the communication channel.
"Which of our transport planes or Storm Eagles has failed? Immediately determine the location of the emergency landing and organize manpower to go over to support it. Search for survivors. Remember to evacuate the local indigenous people. I will report the matter to the original body."
What a solid response. Listening to his words, Khalil thought so.
Roboute Guilliman was indeed raising his children according to his vision, he gave his Legion something that had nothing to do with war, and they lived up to him.
but
He raised his head again, stared at the blood-red trail left by the meteor, and sighed slowly and soothingly after half a minute.
A falling plane burning across the sky would only emit thick smoke, and it was absolutely impossible for the flames to spread for so long in the air without any burning objects, or even turn half of the sky into such a terrifying blood-red color.
"Don't send anyone there yet, Second Company Commander." Khalil said softly. "Not anyone."
Milo looked at him confused.
"Report this to your primarch," Khalil said. "Don't do anything else."
".What do you mean?"
Milo stared at him closely, trying to get a definite explanation. But Khalil said nothing, just sighed softly.
"I hate riddles as much as you do, believe me, Second Company Commander." He said.
——
Be calm and think calmly. Kahn persuaded himself with a voice of reason he had learned through years of bloody wars.
He learned many things from the war, one of which was anger control. Anger is human and everyone has this emotion, but as a warrior you need to learn to control it.
He succeeded.
Then came more emotions—anxiety, fear, pain, confusion. He sighed patiently, and amidst the billowing smoke and the smell of blood so thick that it seemed to choke a person, he slowly unfastened the safety belt around his waist with his hands.
He fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. In addition to the distorted noise in his ears, there were continuous alarm sounds. His power armor was warning him that they had been damaged and they might not be able to help him if another battle broke out.
"Okay, okay." He mumbled and took off his helmet, barely opening his eyes covered in blood and seeing everything in front of him.
Then he saw blood.
Boundless.
Kahn was stunned, and for a moment he almost forgot where he was - right, where are we?
He frowned, and more blood flowed from the unknown wound on his forehead due to this action, but this did not prevent Kahn from thinking.
Amid the burning metal debris and his brother's corpse, Karn of the 8th Company of the War Hounds - began to think back in pain and rage.
In the end what happened? Where am I? Why am I here?
He had no answer, he thought, but he had no answer. So Kahn picked up his helmet and put it on again. A steady light flashed on his retinas, and he began to call on the communication channel, steadily and calmly, just like the voice most commonly used by war dogs in war.
"This is Kahn, Kahn of the Eighth Company."
His brothers died, but since they died, it meant there was a war going on. He didn't know who he was fighting, but the war dogs never showed weakness, and they would never give up even if they fought to the last man.
Kahn knew there was something wrong with his memory, and he guessed it was due to the impact during the landing. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at the metal ruins again, trying to find some evidence, but he couldn't see anything familiar.
Everything is messy, chaotic and weird, and the remaining traces of metal connections on the ground indicate that this should be a landing module. But his seat is shaped like a storm hawk
wrong.
He frowned, his thoughts and calls were interrupted by a voice coming from behind the burning flames. The voice seemed to be roaring or wailing.
What is that sound?
Kahn had no answer, but he chose to keep his mouth shut, and then his eyes began to search among the burning ruins.
Eight seconds later, he found a chainsaw axe. After another eight seconds, he cautiously walked out of the metal ruins, stepping over broken reinforced glass and blood. The reading on the eyepiece told him that this was a world with a safe and pollution-free atmosphere, but he must not take off his helmet.
He had no weapons, only a chainsaw, but that didn't stop him from moving forward. The visual aid module of the eyepiece spontaneously transformed the world he saw into black and white, allowing him to see every detail in the darkness.
Kahn held the unactivated chain ax tightly and walked towards the place where the sound came from.
He stepped heavily on the grass, his power armor humming slightly, and the wound on his forehead still hurt, but he didn't care. He had to figure out what was--
"——Kahn."
He turned around suddenly, his ax raised high, and then he saw a familiar face.
"Captain Jaeger?" He put down the weapon in confusion. "What happened?"
Jaeger, the commander of the fourth company, smiled and nodded at him without answering. The armor composed of blood red and brass exuded a strong smell of blood. The right shoulder that once bore the emblem of the War Dog was now a strange symbol decorated with skulls.
He was not wearing a helmet, and his whole face was distorted by this smile. The flesh trembled, and the once calm eyes were now sunk deep behind the sockets, quickly and nervously scanning Kahn's face, observing every detail on his body.
"Don't you know?" the commander of the fourth company asked in a low voice. "Kahn, don't you know what happened?"
"Of course I don't know—what happened to your armor, Captain Jaeger?"
Jaeger didn't answer, his face began to twitch, and in the next moment, an attack that Kahn didn't expect suddenly came.
The captain of the fourth company laughed wildly and knocked down Kahn with terrible resentment. The chain ax sank deeply into his waist. In pain and surprise, Kahn stared into Jaeger's eyes, and then , he realized one thing.
The commander of the Fourth Company - the calm, rational, respectable Jaeger who had saved the Eighth Company many times - was no more.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" he roared. "Skull Sacrifice Seat!"
Finally more comes out
You can guess what is going on and get more updates if you guess correctly.
By the way, Kahn was not the commander of the 8th Company at this time. According to the official history, he was passively promoted after the deaths of his superior officers. As for why, I will not say.
Oh, by the way, as I said before, I won’t issue a knife.
(End of chapter)
