40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 12 12. Rain, Night, Past, Fate

rain - night.

rainy night.

A common word, a common weather, a word that is almost synonymous with Nostramo.

Khalil opened his eyes.

No, he wasn't sleeping.

In fact, the peaceful and quiet sleep has been far away from him for a long time. Unlike ordinary people, what he sees when he closes his eyes is not the peaceful and gloomy blackness.

He will see many things but peace.

Sitting up, Khalil's expression seemed a little dazed, and the soreness of the muscles and the groaning of the bones were far away from him.Even so, he still took a few deep breaths to calm down.

This has almost become a habit of his, and he also needs to be calm enough to deal with everything that may happen next.

The nobles will not let it go, Khalil knows this better than anyone.

"It's very noisy outside."

Said the ghost in the corner.

He squatted on the ground, and with his right index finger, he gently poked a wooden board picked up from the garbage dump.His nails can also be less sharp when not using force.Therefore, the plank is still intact.

But, it's hard to say after that.

At this moment, a neon light happened to sweep over outside the window, and through the window, its noisy light came in.

Khalil could thus clearly see the ghost's dirty, clumped black hair, which fell over his pale forehead, looking terrible.

He frowned at that.

"is it?"

"Yeah. It's a weird night, Khalil."

Ghost raised his head and blinked: "I went to No.17 to observe, and the Scarlet Finale's residence has been taken over by another group of people. It's strange that they didn't fight for many days like before. "

"NO.17?" Khalil asked.

For the time being, he didn't pay attention to the key information provided by the ghost, but turned around and asked another seemingly insignificant matter.

"Gargoyle No. 17" lowered its head and answered in a low voice. "I like it."

"Ah, so where did you name them?"

"what?"

"What do you like about it?"

Hesitating, Ghost raised his head again.He grabbed the board and shook it twice in his hand before answering Khalil's question.

"Is it flat on the surface?"

"Answer me in the affirmative, Ghost." Khalil smiled. "One should be firm in expressing one's likes or dislikes."

"Its surface is very smooth." Ghost straightened his back and said.Even the sound is louder.

"anything else?"

".It's new? It's new, Khalil."

Ghost laughed, he was not used to this expression, so it was very stiff.However, this is already an improvement.

"It's new," the ghost repeated. "I like it."

"So, do you prefer the new gargoyles?"

"No, it's not." Ghost shook his head, but still didn't put down the board in his hand. "I have found NO.18 and NO.19, but I still like NO.17 the most."

"Then why?"

"because."

The ghost's voice ended here, and he looked at Khalil blankly, not knowing how to proceed.He couldn't give any more reasons.

Really poor expressive ability.

It's no use trying to keep you quiet as Ni gushes about 23 different ways to cook rats on the way back with me.Now, you can't say the third reason why you like Gargoyle No.17.

Staring at the ghost, two thoughts flashed in Khalil's mind.

'crippled mind', and—

"Do you have any memory of the past, Ghost?" Khalil asked.

"what?"

"The past, your past."

Ghost answered Khalil's question with a dazed expression.

With a slight sigh, Khalil had to repeat his question again and add a description.

He has realized that when talking to ghosts, you'd better not use metaphors or deliberately half-say.

"Where were you before you met me—or, before you entered that rat-filled, very warm, muddy pit?"

"."

Ghost didn't answer right away.He frowned and began to think.Khalil didn't push him, he could see the ghost's effort on his face.Therefore, he will not care too much about the result.

Of course, it would be best if Ghost could tell you something.

Even with his toes, Khalil can figure out one thing—the ghost is absolutely impossible to be a naturally born human being or creature.He cares about it.

"I"

"Ok?"

"The fire is still there, I'm landing."

The ghost whispered that he now looked nothing like the innocent monster Khalil had known.

His body was trembling, his face was trembling too, even the muscles under the skin were trembling constantly, like a seizure, but the ghost himself didn't realize it.

Or rather, he noticed it, but couldn't stop it.

Khalil frowned seriously and gritted his teeth. He had already realized what was going on and was ready.Frankly speaking, he already regrets asking this question a little bit now.

Actually, very sorry.

The "twenty" ghosts continued in pain, their voices trembling.

At this moment, something in his dark eyes began to churn.Like a rotting corpse swallowed by a swamp, unwilling to see the light of day again.

Khalil clenched his fists violently, and an ominous premonition began to surge in his heart.

He tensed his muscles and said in a low voice, "Stop, Ghost."

".Fate! Fate!"

The ghost roared sharply, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Then he screamed and fell backwards.

"No! No! I don't belong there! I don't want to go back into the darkness!"

Screaming, the Specter fell heavily to the ground, his dark eyes still staring at the shelter's ceiling.Limbs twitched, excruciatingly painful.

Khalil's preparation worked, he approached the ghost the moment he fell to the ground, his right hand had even grabbed one of the ghost's hands, and was about to use his strength to pull him up—however, at this moment, Kali Erru was struck by lightning.

There were voices in his ears.

Wait, is that really a sound?

Or, is it just his own imagination?Amidst the sharp noises and terrifying whispers piercing the curtain, Khalil let go of his hand in pain, and there was endless numbness and pain coming from the skin where he and the ghost came into contact.

The ghost still screams, and he
No.

Shaking, Khalil exhaled a puff of icy air.A cold blue light lit up in his eyes—then, in a relentless indifference and an icy shiver, he felt it.

they.

Something from another world, another dimension.

They were slamming into his heart with superhuman imagination, like a mansion collapsing, trying to unearth the truth hidden deep in the heart of Khalil Rohars, the son of the lost nobleman of Nostramo.

Screaming with malice, they pierced Khalil's heart with their small, poisoned blades.

They wanted his past, his story, his longing They promised without knowing everything, from worldly riches to inexhaustible power, and even showed him Nostramo a new look look like.

But there's no Khalil Rohars here.

"Get out," said the ghost tremblingly but firmly. "I have nothing for you, I have no desires for you to drive."

The ghost stretched out his right hand and quickly grabbed the ghost.

"Go away! Go away!" He roared and commanded, the blue light in his eyes was so bright for the first time. "Stay away from him!"
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"Khalil? Khalil? Wake up!"

The ghost's panicked cry made Khalil's eyes open wearily, and he tried to speak, but dry lips glued together were preventing him.

I don't even have the strength?He thought dumbfoundingly.

"Khalil?!"

Shake, shake, shake—then, tremblingly, Specter picked him up and placed him on the broken chair that he had found, very gently and carefully.Then, there was a breeze.

Khalil saw that the ghost was flapping the rotten board, his mouth was pursed, his eyes were wide open, and his face was paler than all the people on Nostramo.

"...don't." Khalil said reluctantly.

"you are still alive!"

Yeah, I'm still alive, but if you scream a few more times I'm probably going to die and I'm really going to die.

Khalil glanced feebly at Ghost, who had evolved unprecedentedly at this moment.

He understood what Khalil meant just by looking at him, and then, the ghost immediately fell silent, grabbed the chair leg, and stopped talking.

Of course, this can't last long.

After a period of silence, Ghost spoke cautiously.

"You, are you all right, Khalil?"

".Water." Khalil said with difficulty.

The ghost jumped up, kicked open the door at a speed that ordinary people couldn't catch, and ran outside-Khalil knew what he was going to do, and there was a small rainwater filter on the top of the shelter.

Three seconds later, Ghost ran back quickly. He took out a chipped tin cup from under the hem of his robe, and slowly handed it to Khalil's mouth.

Apparently, he hadn't forgotten that it was raining outside.

"Are you okay?" Ghost asked cautiously.

"It's better--and thanks for bringing me some water, ghost," Khalil said. "Also, I'm sorry I asked you that question."

"." Youhun pursed his lips silently and lowered his head.

"Keep your head up," Khalil said softly. "Don't act like you made a mistake. You've done enough."

Ghost raised his head and looked at him blankly, not understanding what he was talking about.

Khalil just smiled.

You're good enough if you can hear those things all the time
He sighed, "But I still have something to tell you—keep your head up."

"Oh."

"In the future, if you have the same feeling as before when you are performing tasks alone," Khalil said slowly. "Whatever you are doing, come to me immediately."

Ghost was slightly stunned, and then his expression became happy at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Your countdown will not return to zero?!"

".Is it raining outside?"

Khalil turned his head and looked at the open door. He could clearly discover the truth of this question through his own eyesight, but he still asked this question, and he didn't even forget to close his eyes.

"what?"

"Is it raining outside, ghost?"

"It's raining, Khalil—won't your countdown go to zero?"

".Is it raining heavily outside?"

"It's not bad, but will your countdown go to zero?"

"."

Tonight, it is also raining in Nostramo, but not too much.

(End of this chapter)