40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 113 16. Red Sand ([-])

Robert Guilliman walked slowly out of his study.

This is quite rare. In the past, he would deal with his work unwaveringly.The paperwork was boring, but the meaning behind it was irreplaceable. He was the Lord of Macragge, so he was naturally responsible to everyone on Macragge.

In a sense, you could say he's paranoid to some degree - but who isn't?
However, he walked out of the study today not because he ended his work early and ended his paranoia, but because he wanted to leave it to others.

Guilliman came solemnly to the porthole in the corridor.

The U-shaped emblem of the Ultramarines gleamed quietly on the edge of the porthole, the metal floor was clean and clean, and the servants had quietly cleaned the entire ship four hours ago.He didn't look or observe, he just grabbed them all while walking.

All these details came together in his mind, and even the slight smell wafting in the air could let him know something, for example, the armor of the two ever-victorious soldiers who had stood guard at the door before was waxed .

He stared at the planet below the orbit, and countless noisy voices whizzed past in his heart.

noble.

The tone in which his brother pronounced the word stung Robert Guilliman deeply for a moment.

He considered himself an aristocrat, starting from a very young age.For him, nobility represents a protector, an honor, and a heavy responsibility.

Of course he knew that there were people who would waste the trust of the people in their place, but, at least on Macragge, such people were in the minority.

But it seems that there are only a few on Macragge.

He raised his head and looked at the boundless sea of ​​stars outside the porthole. 1000 million stars stared at him quietly, extinguished, reborn, and rotated quietly.And all of this had nothing to do with him.

What can I do?

Robert Guilliman asked himself, and a heavy answer surfaced in his heart, which was then read from his mouth in a low voice.

"Sacrifice," he said to himself. "That's all."
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"470 one," Angron said.

He said the word out of his mouth, and then fell silent.

The gladiator's silence is appalling.

He's thinking, that's obvious, and that makes his face a twisted contrast of savagery and serenity.

His skin was a rough bronze color, with a rough surface and many fine wounds that hadn't healed.The light blue eyes looked at a certain corner in the air thoughtfully, without focus, just staring peacefully.The muscles under the cheekbones kept twitching, forcing him to raise his lips, revealing his sharp canine teeth, as if he was going to pounce on someone's throat in the next second.

As the person standing opposite him, Khalil should have had some vigilance against such a giant, but he didn't, he just waited quietly.

".You know, don't you?" said the gladiator after a long time.

Moving his gaze upwards, he looked at the pair of completely dark eyes, wanting to get an answer.His eyes are heavy, and there are many complicated emotions in them.

"Know what?" Khalil asked softly.

"Why do these nails stop?" Gladiator said firmly. "You must know about it."

"Yes, I know." Khalil nodded. "How did you feel about that battle?"

The gladiator smiled. He clenched his right fist and forced himself to ignore the trembling caused by the pain, so the impact of the nail on him was reduced to the minimum—thus, there was no pain mixed in his smile at the moment.

There is only a detached calm.

"For the first time in my life, I'm not alone," he said. "I don't know how to thank you enough, actually, I still don't think it's real."

"In just one day, I suddenly became one of the sons of some emperor, and wielded great power in these stars - I don't believe in these things and the identity they attach to me, unless I can see it with my own eyes. Their appearance. But I trust you, Khalil Rohars."

"I'm afraid I can't easily accept such a huge contrast and trust." Khalil shook his head. "What's more, your brother didn't lie to you."

"I know he hasn't," Angron said. "But what if he's been tricked?"

Khalil narrowed his eyes while Angron continued.

"Although I'm just a gladiator with little knowledge, I'm not as good as a person like him who can freely come and go between the stars, but I know how fragile people's will is. In many cases, slave owners don't even need to carry out Tortured, you can harvest countless lackeys."

"You're making a dark but dangerous allegation," Khalil said thoughtfully. "But I think people should have the attitude to maintain their own opinion"

"what does that mean?"

"It means, I don't intend to persuade you." Khalil smiled slightly. "The stars are vast, Angron. In fact, they are vast beyond your imagination. The emotion felt by the first human being standing under the starry sky to look up at it will definitely not be longing, but the fear of the unknown world and the stars. worship."

"Nowadays, we can sail among the stars, build huge ships, and even change the landscape of the planet. But we still can't empathize. You have a huge impact on things like nobility and power because of your past experience. I understand this, in fact, I have similar feelings to you, but this feeling is only similar."

"I can't fully understand you, Angron, any more than you can understand why I'm so calm, can you?"

"...Yes." Angron said in a low voice. "But I don't even understand why you saved me at that time."

"Why not?" Khalil retorted.

"...If I'm just an ordinary person, not the Primarch that Robert said, would you still save me?"

"I will," Khalil said quietly.

Angron stared at him closely, his face trembling, his lips twitching as if about to say something.However, after opening and closing several times, it finally returned to calm.

He was silent, then stared, Khalil cast a completely open attitude, he stood calmly, his pale face completely in the light.

".why?"

Angron asked after a long time.

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

Khalil smiled.

"No reason." He said softly. "I no longer use pure morality to consider the world in my eyes. Therefore, whether it is worthwhile or not has become an irrelevant question. When I see it, I want to save it. What reason do I want?"

"You can't save everyone and, you sound arrogant." Angron frowned. "I've seen a lot of proud people, but I haven't seen yours."

"You're right. In a way, I'm indeed terrifyingly arrogant. And, yes, it's true that I can't save everyone." Khalil nodded thoughtfully. "But I'm still going to try."

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Angron fell silent.

He's a Primarch, that's right, the real deal.The extraordinaryness of the Primarch is obvious in him. He has been a gladiator for more than ten years, but he can still appear to be extraordinary in conversation. He can even beat his brother to the point in the conversation with Robert Guilliman, but he has no way Comprehend things beyond his knowledge.

In the arena, the slaves huddled together to keep warm.They help each other because they have to.They are each other's relatives, in fact, they only have each other to rely on.

But what about this person?What happened to this taller and thinner person standing opposite him?

Angron could not understand, but
"I trust you," he said briefly. "I don't understand you, but I respect you, Khalil Rohars."

Khalil didn't answer this sentence, he just smiled and shook his head.

"You'll understand later," he said softly. "Because there is only one way for human beings to go. However, since you said you believe in me, can I ask you one thing, Angron?"

"Of course." Gladiator said firmly.

"I want you to put aside your prejudices."

".what?"

"What do you think of your Legion," Khalil said. "You haven't met them yet, but you have imagined them as a group of slaves, and this attitude will not be conducive to the communication between you."

"But."

Angron frowned hesitantly, and didn't say the rest of the sentence, but this little hesitation was enough for Khalil to know what he wanted to say.

"You don't understand it yet, but you will," Khalil said. "Trust me, how?"

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Angron pursed his lips tightly, he was thinking quickly, but not only that, he was also doing some things beyond the scope of thinking.

During this period, the steel cable behind his head began to dance slightly, making a slight friction sound in his skull as if it had come to life.Pain visible to the naked eye surfaced on Angron's face, he clenched his teeth tightly, and let out a muffled groan from his throat.

Khalil stared at him calmly, of course he knew what Angron was doing, but he didn't stop him.

In fact, quite the opposite.

He even allows his snooping.

Why should he refuse?He is asking a person who has been tortured by slave masters for half his life to try to be a 'slave master'. This matter itself is already absurd enough, so why should he refuse?
After a long time, Angron's face returned to calm.He raised his trembling hand, wiped away the blood overflowing from his nasal cavity, took two steps back slowly, and sat on the sofa.

He raised his head.

"I believe in you," said the gladiator. "However, if they really are a bunch of slaves."

"Then we'll see when the time comes." Khalil smiled gently.

　Also, I'm stuck today, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)