Chapter 194 Midnight Malice and Temporary Decision

Facing the bone-chilling cold in the night wind, Calvin led four temporary subordinates to the edge of the preset battlefield.

During this short journey, he was always vigilant while simulating and deducing the next battle in his mind.

But the more he deduced, the more his brows furrowed.

Until he was less than 60 kilometers away from the battlefield, he simply stopped completely.

"Is there a situation?"

The three Astartes instantly focused their attention to the peak, vigilantly standing with Calvin as the center, using their senses and the equipment on the power armor to repeatedly search around.

The battle sister rolled directly on the ground, loaded the grenade behind a bunker, and pointed the muzzle directly at the gap left by the three people.

"Uh..." Calvin looked at this scene with some embarrassment.

But in order to maintain his authority and the effectiveness of the command for the next battle, he concealed his expression and calmly called a few people back.

"Remove the alert and hold a meeting!" he said.

Leading the four people to a basement exposed by ruins, Calvin said to the four people's puzzled eyes:

"I am determined to abandon the previous tactical plan and change the tactical intention."

Oh, determination. The four professional war machines immediately understood what Calvin meant:

Determination-I have made up my mind, just execute it, no discussion.

There is no problem, so the four mouths are tightly closed, and their eyes are fixed on Calvin, waiting for the next order.

After looking at a few people with satisfaction, especially the battle sister Claudia, Calvin retracted his gaze and began to talk about his intentions.

This is not when he just came to this universe not long ago and was still a recruit of the Grey Knights.

Calvin today is even different from when he was the head of the "Titan II" fortress;

He has experienced more than a hundred years of true leadership in the Krieg galaxy, and now he has no so many scruples.

The day when he held power was a hundred years ago, and Calvin could not tolerate any second will in the team.

The power and responsibilities belong to him. Since he is the one who bears the fate of the entire group, the source of the order can only be him.

If there really is someone who doesn't know the overall situation, then for the fate of the entire team, he may have to kill him.

Not dealing with this team cancer is irresponsible to everyone.

"I only considered the combat habits of the sons of the emperor before, and ignored the possible participation of a third party. This is my problem..."

Waving his hand to stop Taros's persuasion, he continued to convey his still confident will with a firm look:

"Since there are Khorne apostles, the existence of a third party or even a fourth party is possible, and there is a great possibility that it will appear!

We must be prepared to deal with two combat modes at the same time.

And since it has been confirmed that the sons of the emperor are not the main force of the enemy this time, it is very likely that we will not encounter them next.

Or..."

His eyes patrolled the small basement:

"Or, we will face a trap set by the enemy using these sons of the emperor as bait..."

The eyes withdrew from the small satellite where they were, and a warship was quietly floating in the now silent orbit of the distant Cavendish planet.

The ink-stained obsidian and the bone-white Nostramo alloy are the main colors of this mobile execution ground.

Just like the visors worn by its masters, only under the cover of the darkness of the night can the ugly nature behind it be released, which even it does not want to look directly at.

The cruiser Death of Truth, this is the current name of this warship belonging to the former Midnight Lords Legion, but now known as the Pale Wings Chaos Warband.

The people are probably still the same people, and the taste is still the same.

It's just that thousands of years after the Midnight Ghost left them, these already dark personalities have completely torn apart their disguises and no longer maintain the superficial unity of the Legion.

Many Midnight Lords gathered in the dark meeting hall. There was no sound except for the low hum of the power armor between the silent black giants.

"Who else wants to speak, just say it. I don't need Lord Severion's rules here, and there is no need for the bad habits of the vengeful spirit to continue here."

Melville Dewitt's dry voice came from behind his bone-white skull visor, echoing in the dark hall.

The undisguised ridicule of the Lord did not gain any objection from anyone except that the Night Lords silently opened their mouths and showed their fangs behind their visors.

Just as they never recognized themselves, they never recognized others.

Other war group cultures have no other use except to give them a brief sense of freshness.

Anyone who wants to transform them will fail, just like this Lord and that man.

"Then let those descendants of Fogg go and take a look. Let us see who gave us such a surprise."

"Who will monitor them?" The voice of Malthus, another warband leader, came from the darkness.

As the prophet of the warband, his words were more like allocating tickets than assigning tasks.

When the specific orders were issued, except for a few lucky ones who were lucky enough to go out and kill in person, the remaining bats could only watch from the sidelines and enjoy this carefully prepared show from a distance.

"Third Claw. Last time they were on guard at the periphery, this time it's their turn."

After giving the order, Melville DeWitt stood up first and left with his guards.

In the eyes of the bats piercing the night, the towering crown blade on his helmet not only showed his status, but also declared his power.

But this was not enough to suppress his brothers, or in their culture, no one said never, which meant no one opposed.

Conspiracy and assassination, struggle and cooperation, these are the mainstream thoughts and values ​​of the Midnight Lords.

He understood this truth, and naturally he was the biggest beneficiary of these rules...

After he left, the Midnight Lords also left in the darkness, and the traces left here would be handed over to the mortals on the ship to clean up.

As for the next meeting, that was not a question the Midnight Lords were willing to think about.

Mortals were always scarce commodities on their ships, not only could they be used as slaves, but even for daily killing entertainment, it was a great thing.

The satellite was not far away from them. A few dozen minutes later, the Death of Truth quietly floated above the satellite and merged with the darkness.

The remaining warriors of the Fallen Emperor's Son War Gang met the visiting Midnight Lord.

After waiting nervously, they learned their fate from this malicious ally.

"Are you betraying your friends?" the leader of the warband asked the latter in disbelief.

"What else? Oh, of course you can refuse..."

Even through the blood-red goggles, these Chaos Space Marines could sense the interested expression behind the Midnight Lord's visor.

They were waiting for his resistance, preferably a counterattack.

As long as he dared to do it, these lunatics would happily cut open their chests and pierce their hearts.

Then they would pick out their bones and carve their so-called beautiful Nostramo characters on them, which would be enough to be one of the countless collections in their boring lives.

"Okay. We understand."

He finally chose to obey, and then led his brother to board the airship heading to the ground under the other's gaze.

This result did not satisfy the Midnight Lord.

He scraped his teeth with his tongue with some regret, then turned and left to report to Melville Devitt on the bridge.

In the dark sky, the inconspicuous hull of the airship detached from the deck of the battleship and turned into a point of light flying towards the satellite.

At this time, Calvin had just confirmed his final decision with the four people.

Under the gaze of the four people, he slapped his hand on the dynamic diagram temporarily drawn on the data board, and said in a decisive tone:

"Create chaos! But remember to keep a retreat! After luring the enemy's backhand out, you can withdraw!"

"What will you do?" Claudia couldn't help asking.

"Me? I plan to find an opportunity to board their mothership and see..."

Facing the eyes of the battle sister, Calvin looked through the low ceiling in the basement and looked at the distant night sky.

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