Chapter 582 100 Dark Expedition (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 582 100. Dark Crusade (Twenty-five)

At noon Robert Guilliman set foot on the walls of Naros. The soldiers holding spears breathed a sigh of relief at his arrival, and their chests puffed up involuntarily.

They trust me. Guilliman thought bitterly.

He calmed down his emotions and walked to Lord Kamo who insisted on going to the battlefield.

By any standards, he was an old man. However, the saggy skin and white hair became majestic again against the backdrop of the family armor - but it only looked majestic.

His age had long since stopped him from wearing this armor. The old lord's forehead was covered with sweat, and he had to hold the family flag beside him even to stand.

Guilliman looked down at the stubborn old man, not knowing what to say. He had persuaded the other party not to set foot on the battlefield, but no matter how many times he tried to persuade him, the answer given by the old lord was a firm refusal.

This was completely contrary to his obedience to Guilliman in other aspects, and he himself never explained this.

Finally, several ministers gave the answer. They said that the old lord had two sons and one daughter, and they all died in the war against the greenskins. If these things had not happened, Lord Kamo would have abdicated long ago.

Guilliman soon realized what was hidden in the heart of the old man named Kamo, but he could not understand it.

All things considered, he had not been 'alive' for more than a natural month. He had never hated anything, not even the greenskins. He knows that these things are harmful beasts and aliens, and they must be killed without leaving any trace, but he does not hate them.

"My lord, those beasts have been shouting for a while." The old lord spoke slowly with a hateful tone. "It has been like this since my grandfather's generation. They come in waves and die in waves, but the iron walls of Narrows still stand. And now, we have you, son of the gods. So, please give the order Bar."

He bowed deeply, as if he had nothing else to say. Guilliman glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and took a giant sword he had made from the hands of four attendants.

He held it high, the sun's rays reflecting off the tip of the sword - this was the declaration, and no other words needed to be said.

The archers who had been restrained for a long time pulled the longbows modified by Guilliman, and let the arrows fly out with the hatred of the Naros people. Arrows rained down, then another wave, and the next, and so on.

Narrows is backed by forests and surrounded by mountains to the north. Timber has never been a problem to worry about. There are even three iron mines in the city. This is also the biggest reason why it has persisted until now. The Naros people do not lack iron tools.

In the early years, when the horse ranches provided enough horses, they could even organize a real armored cavalry. Although the greenskins are ferocious, humans are not weak.

Guilliman didn't feel the slightest joy as he watched the arrows piercing the bodies of the greenskins. He knew in his heart that this was just the beginning, and the orcs didn't care at all about the rain of arrows.

Except for some beasts that were shot in the head and fell, most of the others swarmed towards the city wall at the moment the arrows were fired.

The one rushing at the front of them was a particularly huge green-skinned creature, wearing ridiculous armor, but with a face so ferocious that it was difficult to look directly at it.

Guilliman frowned, took two steps forward, put down his greatsword, and leaned it against the edge of the city wall, while he stared down. He soon realized his only oversight these days - he should have deployed another line of defense in front of the city wall.

That way, Narrows wouldn't have to be directly threatened.

But he had too little time. During the day, like a real monarch, he handled government affairs with the old lord in his study.

At night, he needs to research new weapons technology, improve the smelting methods of the Naros, and make suggestions for how they train their soldiers.

He has too many things to do, not to mention that he needs to secretly go to the mountains and forests every few days.

The taste of fresh flesh and blood is extremely tempting to him, and it is the only food he is willing to eat. But the strange thing is that the more powerful the beast, the more tasteless the entrance is. This reminds him of deer often, and also makes him have a bad guess.

However, he still has never eaten anyone.

never. Robert Guilliman thought. Not even death.

"Open the west gate." Guilliman held his sword and spoke slowly. "Let the soldiers divide the battlefield according to the predetermined plan. I will guard the main city gate. If the situation is unfavorable, I will sound the warning bell."

"Sir!" The old lord called him quickly. "You want-- again?"

"Yes," said Guilliman.

He raised his sword, turned over and jumped off the city wall. The 16-meter city wall built by the Kamo Lord family and the residents of Naros City through generations of efforts was left behind him, but the soldiers did not Surprised, even started cheering.

This is the third time this has happened, and they are already looking forward to what will happen next.

And Guilliman granted their wishes.

The giant sword was swung the moment he landed as light as a weight, and the heavy weapon swept across the entire green skin in front of him with pure power. Blood spattered, and all the green skins touched by the sword were cut off as easily as straw.

Guilliman rushed into the center of them, and with a few simple swings, he dispelled the greenskins' forces surrounding the main city wall. He did not pursue the victory, but immediately returned to the front of the city wall.

The huge greenskin roared and ran over its companions in the next second, rushing towards Guilliman. Guilliman was already a giant, but this greenskin was even more terrifying. It was taller than him, with knotted muscles and scars all over its body.

Guilliman swung his sword at it, but the beast actually blocked the lightning-fast stab with its rough axe. It roared and swung its right hand, and a huge machete chopped down Guilliman's head.

The acting lord of Naros frowned, retracted his sword, stepped back two steps, and dodged the attack, but this was just the beginning for the greenskin.

Its attacks continued, faster and heavier than the last, and it even became more and more excited, with a kind of pure joy flowing on its ugly face.

A sudden anger flashed through Guilliman's mind.

You came here.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his sword, dodging, blocking, and accumulating strength.

Want to slaughter my people

The greenskin chased him with wild laughter, unaware of the counterattack he was brewing.

He was so happy? !

Robert Guilliman roared: "Go to hell!"

He swung the greatsword in the most essential way and chopped it down at high speed. The two weapons of the greenskin broke under the power of this angry blow, but the greenskin was still grinning.

It laughed, pulled out another shorter machete from its back with a backhand, and spoke in lisping Gothic.

"The boys are right, big shrimp, you are really good at fighting!"

"Shut up, you cruel beast!" Guilliman roared at him. "You are not worthy of using human language!"

"Human?" The greenskin muttered and swung the knife, continuing to attack him fiercely, but showing a little disdain, and even began to refute.

"Those little guys who were hiding behind you and throwing things? They are just shrimps, why are you so stupid? Besides, we orcs also say this, how can you say that this is what shrimps say? You are more of a bandit than me!"

Guilliman's anger quickly subsided, he frowned, and once again made a new discovery: the greenskins, or orcs, they are not as stupid as the lords' records, only instinctive cruelty. They can think, and even refute his words.

Is it evolution? Or has it been like this from the beginning? If it is the former.

"Why don't you talk, big shrimp?" The greenskin grinned. "You can't bear it now, I'm still counting on you to hold on for a while."

Guilliman silently waved his sword at it, found its weakness in the next four rounds of sword clashes, and learned a whole new set of swordsmanship without a teacher.

He took a step back, lowered his sword, lured the greenskin to attack him, then immediately raised his sword to block, and at the same time rotated his wrist, driving the giant sword, causing the machete in the greenskin's hand to fly out.

Its face was full of surprise, and Guilliman swung his sword to cut off its head. Blood splattered, and the ugly head fell heavily to the ground, but Guilliman did not feel any joy in his heart, only more serious thinking.

Why do I remember this sword technique?

No, not remember, it suddenly appeared in my mind. Then, I learned it

I used to simply swing my fists or weapons, and never used anything that could be called sword skills, but now, what is this?

A question that has been lingering in his mind since he became conscious followed closely and slowly floated up.

What am I?

The acting lord of Naros put away his sword amid the cheers of the soldiers, watching the greenskins retreat in panic, but his heart was confused.

I am not Robert Guilliman, there is no doubt about it. I don't need sleep, and I almost don't need to rest. My energy is endless.

There are some things that I can tell at a glance what they are, and then extend their functions, what they can become, and where they are flawed. I can think and classify everything I see, as if I know how these things should work.

Am I human?

He turned around and glanced at the city wall. The old lord looked at him with a smile on his face, strangely with a bit of pride, and the soldiers shouted his name and cheered for him.

Not far away, the small group of cavalry that attacked from the city had also ended their pursuit of the greenskins and returned to him. They gathered around him and began to shout Robert Guilliman, a name that did not belong to him.

I am not a human. He thought with relief. But I am not a monster either.

A few minutes later, the bodies of the greenskins began to be burned in a concentrated manner, and all the land in front of the city gate was turned up one by one by the civilians with hoes, and then a powerful compound potion with mercury as the main material was poured into it.

Before Guilliman came, their method was to sprinkle grease and firewood and continue to burn for several days and nights. But now, they have a new method.

Everything is moving in a good direction, in order and without any chaos. All the people in Naros have rekindled their hope for life, all because of Robert Guilliman.

Above their heads, a black bird stared at everything silently, and it quickly flapped its wings and flew away.

——

"Robert Guilliman?" Yago Sevitarion read the name in a questioning tone.

Kalgio nodded silently, and pushed a shivering civilian to the center of the newly built room, which was still filled with the smell of materials.

Five armored giants who were much taller than him looked at him expressionlessly. They all had one thing in common: a paleness that was not like that of humans, and completely black eyes.

"Tell me what you told me again, Davil." Calgio said.

He had tried to use a gentle tone, but the heaviness revealed in his words was still noticed by the civilian named Davil.

He immediately put on a humble and flattering smile reflexively, and nodded to Calgio repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, I understand, sir."

He began to narrate, his body trembling, full of fear, but still tried to keep his words as clear as possible.

Sevita folded his hands, and did not let his eyes fall on this person, or even near him. He knew very well what effect his gaze could have on mortals.

But others did not think so - of course, they did not need to do so.

Kaiul Sahora sat in his seat, clenched his fists on the table, and listened to Davil's story very attentively.

Sheher Coldsoul frowned, and his thoughts were obviously flying away.

Sevatar didn't even need to look to know what he was thinking. As a warband that cooperated deeply with the Inquisition, the thinking logic of the Judgment Blade was highly similar to that of the Inquisitors in some aspects.

The Hunter was omitted. In Sevatar's opinion, the way he sat there was no different from a dead man.

Skalardric was the most indifferent one. He lowered his head and leaned quietly against a corner of the wall, looking like a sculpture.

Davil's story lasted about eleven minutes in total. This obviously well-educated man used all his skills to tell all the rumors about Naros and the name of Robert Guilliman in the most concise language.

He didn't even hide his own background. According to him, he used to be the son of a court minister in a certain territory in the west. When he was seventeen, his territory was breached, and he fled to another city with the lord's children.

But the local lord did not welcome their arrival, and the lord's son soon got into trouble because he did not realize this, and was finally thrown into prison. His daughter hastily married a cavalry captain and sought asylum, and it is said that she was not happy.

Davil himself relied on his knowledge to obtain a teacher's identity, and his life was pretty good. Until half a year ago, the rising tide of greenskins engulfed the city.

"Very good, you leave first." Sevata said. "There will be someone outside to guide you where to go."

Calgio made way, and Davil nodded to him gratefully, bowed and walked away quickly.

The door closed, and Sheher Cold Soul took the lead in asking his own question.

"How can we be sure that what he said is true?"

Sevata pointed to his eyes, expressionless.

"I know you can see the lies--" Cold Soul sighed. "——But there are too many ways in this world to make a person believe in a lie."

Skaladrik threw out a sentence without raising his head: "Do you want to torture?"

Kalgio's expression changed silently, but quickly became calm when Sevata shook his head and Kaiul Sahora objected.

"Let the poor man go. I don't think he is lying. The lie is carefully woven, and every detail has been carefully considered. Many details in what he said are very vague."

"No, Kaiul, we must take this matter seriously." The Supreme Grand Master refuted and immediately began to speak at length.

"Let's not talk about whether the city of Naros exists or not. Let's think about whether this world is normal. First of all, there are colonists who have been here. This has been confirmed from the basic database of Calth."

"Although this planet only has a number, our ancestors have indeed been here. Even those worlds that were once lost in the old night have left a certain degree of technological heritage after being transformed by the colonists."

"And this planet was incorporated into the empire during the Great Crusade. The influence of the colonists should be even stronger. Why has it degenerated into this state?"

"So, civil strife? But even if it is a civil strife, will everyone here put aside useful guns and pick up primitive iron tools to kill each other? To put it bluntly, this is too inefficient and not in line with our human nature."

"Then, the theory of civilization degeneration caused by turning to nuclear bombs and other weapons? It is also not true. There are no harmful substances on the surface here."

Kalgio looked at him and became unusually serious because of the very strange professionalism shown by Sheher.

"The next question is the second one." The Supreme Grand Master shook his head expressionlessly. "If the civilian named Davil is lying, then he is probably the only liar I have ever seen in my life, isn't he, everyone?"

"Please follow this line of thought and think about how strong his skills and psychological quality are in lying? Not only can he give a reasonable response in front of us, but he can also make up a lie that is perfect enough to deceive Lord Yago Sevitarion."

"Is this possible?"

He looked at Sevata, who glanced at him and suddenly smiled coldly.

"No." The Grand Master gave the conclusion and the last question. "So, we can move on to the last question. What if he was not lied to, but was influenced by the lies?"

Hectorus Calgior took a deep breath and uttered a word: "Demon."

"No." The Grand Master of the Blade of Judgment corrected softly. "It's Chaos."

His voice was very soft, but the temperature in the room dropped a little without warning. Calgior felt a chill and unstoppable anger.

At this moment, in the conference room, only Sevata and the Hunter remained calm. They looked at each other, and the Hunter slowly stood up, pushing the already serious atmosphere to the limit with an extremely calm tone.

He mentioned the word Tzeentch.

Twenty-five minutes later, a Thunderhawk gunship flew out of the camp and headed for the city that was only vaguely pointed to.

Naros.