40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 114 17. Intermission: Clues

Destruction, violence, killing.

Swing sword.

The blade swiftly slashed through the air, but the sound it brought was not a crisp cutting sound, but a terrible heavy muffled sound like the howling of a monster.This is because the person wielding it is not using it as a sword.

He is striking the enemy with the blade of his sword.

The flat sword surface landed heavily on the chest and abdomen of a woman in a black robe, knocking her into the air.

The sound of broken bones came in the air, and she screamed and lay on the ground, as if she couldn't breathe in pain.But the murderer didn't care, he walked to her side calmly and indifferently, stretched out his right hand like lightning, and grabbed her tongue.

Then he pulled it out, and the blood spurted out and fell on the grass, making them all bow.The scarlet blood drops mixed with the dew, slipped quietly and fell into the soil.

Amidst the indistinct wailing, Khalil stared thoughtfully at the black eight-pointed star imprint in the center of the tongue, and slowly shook his head.

Nuceria, a world without much religious belief.Most people are just doing quaint ancestor worship, even those slave owners.

And Khalil felt that the biggest reason why they didn't establish a religion might just be because they no longer needed a means to better oppress other people.

They themselves are the greatest oppressors.Under such circumstances, it is nonsense to want them to believe in a certain god first.

And this mark.
He lowered his head, opened the cloth bag at his waist, and threw his bloody tongue into it.

That's 172, and 170 people had been brutally murdered by Khalil on Nuceria before this woman, and they all had this black mark branded on their tongues.

So, who are these people?
Khalil let go of his hand, and the psionic long sword he fabricated at will slipped down and scattered in the air within half a second.Afterwards, he stared at the woman who was howling in fear and pain, and her sanity began to collapse just by watching.

The trees were silent and the breeze rustled their leaves.The fragrance of grass and soil came from not far away, and some small wild animals stayed in the grass and watched this scene curiously.

It's all very well, if you ignore the bleeding woman.

And the pale giant staring at her.

"You're 172, ma'am," Khalil said softly.

"I have traveled all over Nuceria in two days. Your souls are broken. I can't see many things. Fortunately, I can locate you through some clues. However, there is a problem , but I have never been able to get an answer."

The woman looked at him in fear, and there was a whimper in her throat, which seemed to be pleading or justifying.

Khalil listened patiently for a while, then shook his head.

"No." His tone was still gentle. "I don't want to know who you are, I just want to know why you were able to use psionic spells to briefly control the Butcher's Nails...and why you used psionic spells to briefly stop the ultimate in the arena of Deshea on that day Attack of the soldiers."

Weeping, the woman straightened up and raised her bloody hand, trying to grab Khalil's pant leg and beg for his forgiveness, but he took a step back.

"Are you begging me for forgiveness?" he asked softly.

The woman nodded quickly, desperate blood overflowed from the depths of her throat, she had already lost the ability to speak and think, and her entire heart was tightly clenched by fear.

In just two days, none of her companions died, and the flames representing their lives disappeared one by one in the vision of inspiration, and all this was done by the giant in front of her.

However, she was not afraid of him because of this.

She could vaguely see what was under the human skin - in her field of vision, standing here was not a giant with pale skin and dark eyes.It's a monster in human skin.

Whenever he spoke, black flames gushed from his tusk-ridden mouth.Whenever he gazed, thunder and lightning flashed through the hollow eye sockets.His voice was low and terrifying, echoing the echoes of the dead, the howling of ghosts.

Just by showing up, he was about to drive the woman crazy.

Khalil smiled.

"Why beg my forgiveness?" he asked softly. "Six Ultramarines and 43 gladiators died because of your spells. The vengeful spirits didn't find you that day, so I'm here."

He knelt down and sighed softly.

"Do you understand what that means?" he asked.

The woman didn't answer, just wept and whimpered.Khalil raised his hand and slowly pinched her cheek, allowing tears to pool on the fingers that were in contact with the cheek.Tears are warm, no different from ordinary people.

He shook his hand away in disgust.

"What's the use of crying?" he asked coldly. "A lot of you were there that day, why? Is it because you plan to avoid the attack of the Ultramarines in the arena where there are few people? Or is it because their attack interrupted something you were doing?" thing?"

The woman's eyes widened in horror.

"Yes." The monster in her eyes spewed black flames and pronounced her sentence in the voices of the dead. "I know what you wanted to do, and I also know that you ran away because of my arrival that day."

The monster stretched out its right claw again, grabbed her head, and squeezed it slowly.The woman screamed, the struggle before death was so intense.

"Hush." ​​Khalil said, staring at her. "Don't struggle anymore, rest in peace."

He clenched his right fist.
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"According to today's examination, Master Angron's physical condition has fully recovered, but he should consume a lot of nutrition in the next six months. In addition, the research on the Butcher's Nail has also temporarily yielded results. bodies. We dissected the remains of the victims in Dashea's lab."

Valentus Dorlo paused, appearing a little hesitant.His primarch looked up from the pile of papers and took a look at him.

"what happened?"

"Combined with Lord Angron's inspection report, his situation is not optimistic." Dorlo said.

He was silent again for a moment, and Guilliman leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"The strongest man among ordinary people can only install one Butcher's Nail, but your brother has been hit with a full sixteen. What's worse is that their extensions have been linked together."

"Based on the existing medical technology, if we want to remove the Butcher's Nails, we must completely pull out the densely packed spikes that wrap around his spine and brain in one go."

Guilliman pursed his lips, and took Valentus Doro's words: "And this is impossible."

"Theoretically speaking," Doro bowed his head unwillingly. "We can."

"But practically?"

"No," said the Ultramarine. "The Primarch's self-healing ability has made his flesh and blood completely connected to those things. To remove the Butcher's Nail, we even have to cut his whole body open."

Robert Guilliman closed his eyes, turned his head, and murmured something in Macragge slang that was no different from a curse.

After a long time, he spoke again: "In other words, has that thing completely merged with him? Do you have any more bad news, Dorlo? Tell me together. Fortunately, this afternoon Tell him straight away."

".Yes, Primarch."

"Then say it." Guilliman tapped the table calmly. "It's okay, sooner or later we'll find a way to get that thing out of him completely."

"...Your brother, has a spiritual talent." Doro said slowly. "The think tanks confirmed it, and he himself mentioned it in conversations. He can sense our emotions and somehow dispel some."

"However, the Butcher's Nail is a psychic surgical implant. Its power source is not just the life of the victim, but also psychic energy. The evidence is as follows."

"Your brother is uncomfortable with the appearance of the Think Tank, and the Butcher's Nail briefly became active during this process. Moreover, when he uses his talent, thinking, or producing emotional activities similar to joy, he also Makes the nail come alive briefly."

Guilliman dropped the quill, clenched his right fist, and placed it under his nose.He looked at the table thoughtfully and shook his head.

"You mean, if he continues to use his talent in the future, then Nail is likely to make a comeback?"

"Not ruling it out, Primarch. But they've lost their ability to drill, and only cause him pain."

"You say they're psychic or active, but why do they hurt him when he thinks?"

"We don't know how it works," Dorlo said in frustration. "After we discussed it, we can only guess that it should have some kind of underlying logic that only allows the victim to become a bloodthirsty person without the ability to think."

Robert Guilliman sighed slowly, picked up his quill, and shook his head complainingly: "You have brought me bad news these days, Doro"

".I'm sorry, Primarch."

"What are you apologizing for?" Guilliman raised his head angrily, but the depression in his heart disappeared the moment he saw Doro's dejected expression.

"It's okay." He reassured softly. "We'll find a way."

A few minutes later, Valentus Dorlo left his Primarch's study.Robert Guilliman continued to correct the documents. He seemed to be calmly writing and drawing on the documents, but a question quietly arose in his heart.

—Khalil Rohars is undoubtedly a psyker too.

Why, then, did his brother feel no pain when he stood by Angron's side?
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Guilliman had no answer.

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　　On the last day of the end of this month, I may take a leave of absence to adjust. It was even more intense when it was put on the shelves, and it was a bit difficult to handle.The main thing is to keep the quality. If you write too fast, the rhythm will easily collapse.

　　And the one who said let me take it off the shelf and put it on again, you boy
　　
　
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