40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 120 23. Burning Out ([-])

Kahn was confused, very confused, extremely confused.He wasn't afraid, he just couldn't understand.

"Where is this?" He asked softly, his voice echoing quietly in the dark cabin. "Where are we, Khalil?"

The pale giant released his grip on his left gauntlet, and the icy sensation vanished.The giant bowed his head and began to cough up blood as he explained: "Your ship."

"Our ship?"

"Yes." He vomited out a big mouthful of blood again. Kahn looked at the mouthful of blood suspiciously and found that it started to dissipate in the air.

"You are hurt?"

"It's okay," Khalil said. "Can you recognize where this is?"

Kahn looked at him blankly and shook his head.

Of course he couldn't recognize where this place was - the deck of the Resolute Determination was always clean and tidy, and the emblem belonging to the War Dog was left in the form of an imprint on the wall.

They didn't use any ornaments to decorate its corridor walls, just let the iron gray itself become a gloomy and dreary austere decoration.The Warhounds don't need much honor to prove or remind themselves that the Emperor's lightning bolts are on their armor and their names were given by the Emperor himself.

Is there a deeper honor in the world than this?there is none left.

But now?Now, where does he stand?
He's standing in a .horrible place.

The deck beneath his feet was filled with dark ash, and Karn was sure he saw bugs looming among them.The wall turned into a distorted and crumpled material, on which countless skulls were arranged in a certain order, and the symbols formed by the stinky blood were faintly visible in the entire corridor, even flickering like breathing.

"Are we in the wrong place?"

Karn gripped his chainaxe, watching the darkness at the end of the corridor warily.He asked his guide, for some reason, he had already invested a lot of trust in him.

"No." Khalil said quietly. "right here."

His eyes swept across the darkness, and Kahn heard him sigh, with the most palpable emotion in his voice, and Kahn knew what it was.

He is angry.

why?
"Follow me." The giant stepped forward, stepping softly as if he didn't exist here at all.

Kahn followed, not understanding where he was taking himself.

They walked in silence, from one corridor to another, from the deck to a certain cabin.Some automatic doors are still working, while others are broken.The bloody symbol is everywhere, and the skull—Kan doesn't understand, why are there skulls everywhere?
He breathed silently, dust filling his nostrils, he had retrieved his helmet, but the breathing grill didn't help him.They went, and went, and went on, like two dead men trying to cross a river of darkness and return to the world of the living.

Then, until a certain point, they finally stopped.

Stop before a dark door.

"Where is this?" Kahn asked softly.

Khalil didn't answer, he just raised his right hand and covered the dirty and dirty door with his hand.The pale skin seemed to be glowing slightly at this moment, and the blood vessels, nerves, and bones were all clearly visible under the skin.

Kahn was terrified: "What are you doing?"

"Open this door," Khalil replied calmly.

"But your hand—"

"——it's not important." He turned around and glanced at Kahn. "It's just an image, a proof that I'm fighting, nothing more. Like your brothers, can't you hear their voices, Karn?"

".what sound?"

Khalil turned his head away, and the door itself began to gnaw at his hand.

The darkness came alive, turned into a bloody curtain under the anger of something, dragged his hand deep in, and the terrible sound kept ringing out. This should have been a torture, but Kahn found that Karn Er's face didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was really just opening the door.

A few seconds later, the right hand that could already see the bones was slowly clenched, and the door slid open completely. The sound of it colliding with the wall was so appalling and terrifying that even Kahn couldn't bear it. head.

Some sticky things flowed out of his ears, and he didn't need to think about it, he also knew that those were blood.

Then he heard laughter.

Khalil is laughing.

"He's very angry," he said. "But the angrier he is, the more he can prove one thing."

Kahn couldn't understand what he was talking about. He looked behind the gate and was stunned suddenly.

At this moment, tens of thousands of noisy voices burst into his damaged hearing, but did not damage the eardrums, but allowed him to truly hear everyone's voice, and even see it.

He heard the roar of Jericho from the heavy fire team and saw him rushing into the crowd and fighting to the death.His enemies, the brutes in armor of brass and scarlet, caught him, and they brought him down.His blue and white armor was submerged in the scarlet torrent, and then, a grenade hidden under him exploded, blazing and devouring everything.

He heard Hotz, Commander of the Ninth Company's Stormhawk Squadron, shouting hoarsely the Primarch's name.

Robert Guilliman's courier had given them the name of the Primarch, whom they knew as Angron, and they had discussed the matter many times.Hotz kept yelling for Angron.Then he saw Hotz, the Commander fighting bloody battles with his squad inside the hangar, as traitors descended from the darkness without end, easily overwhelming them all.

He heard the voice of Haytham from the Second Company—he heard him dying slowly, and Haytham's voice was so weak that it seemed that it would disappear in the next second.

Kahn saw him, saw his brother standing alone on the deck with only the upper half of his body, eyes open, holding a grenade in his hand, mocking the darkness with the voice of a dying man.

"Come on! Come on! You bastards! Haytham of the Warhounds is waiting for you here!"

He heard their deaths.

He saw their death with his own eyes.

One didn't fall, one was good, he remembered everyone's voice, recognized everyone's face, and then he watched them die with his own eyes.

Karn fell to his knees trembling, facing the dark door.

He clutched his helmet in pain, his thoughts became confused at this moment, the space around him shook, and the scarlet light flashed away, forming a blurred light, which was cast on his neck, trying to turn him into some kind of slave.

Until Khalil stretched out his bloody right hand again.

"Would you stop there, Karn of the Warhounds?" he asked softly.

Kahn raised his head and looked at him blankly. The helmet isolated his expression at the moment, but it could not isolate the sound. The breathing sound from the breathing grill was like some kind of intermittent sobbing.

Khalil shook his head.

"Stand up," he said in a very soft voice. "There's something. He wants you to be slaves, and he's halfway there. Do you want to be his slave, Karn?"

I don't want to, of course I don't.Kahn replied instinctively.He didn't speak because he couldn't speak anymore.But Khalil had already seen what was going on in his mind.

The cold blue light in his eyes lit up again.

Khalil stared at him, through the eyepiece, to the eyes, and finally to the soul. He could clearly see Kahn's soul. At this moment, half of this soul was dyed scarlet.

It took a lot of effort for the false god to contaminate these innocent people with illusory, foul blood, chain them, and bring them into submission with whippings and pain.The door that has been opened is one of the evidences of his painstaking efforts
He used this as a foundation to shake Kahn's mind, trying to take advantage of the void again.He already knows that Khalil has no extra power to clear Kahn's influence again, unless he immediately abandons his identity as a human being.

However, in that case, He actually won.

They all won.

And Khalil won't let them win.

"Your Primarch is Angron, Karn. You know his name, but you don't know who he is. Let me tell you."

The pale giant spoke calmly and narrated that in what Karn could not hear or see, something was exerting terrible power on him to hurt him, but the giant was completely indifferent to it.

"He was a gladiator, a born fighter, and he was a slave, but he never surrendered. He endured torture, insults, and flogging, and he endured the darkness of darkness and the instruments of torture that were driven into the skull, but he Never gave in."

"We found him, we rescued him, but the truth is far from it. If a person is willing to become a slave, no one can save him."

"Are you going to be that thing's slave?" Khalil asked softly. "You want to embarrass him?"

Karn let out a howl.

His chaotic thoughts finally gathered for a short time at this moment, and the will of human beings prevailed for a moment with tenacious fighting spirit amidst the filth, and time was quickly slowed down.Khalil closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He knew that Kahn's fighting spirit could not last for too long, maybe not even for a second, and he would be swallowed by the scarlet wave again.

But that's enough.

Time has been mastered by him again, it belongs to the power of chaos, how convenient.

+Stop--! +
From the other side of the Milky Way, a voice roared, with thunder.

+I can't. +
+ Stop or you will die. +
+I won't, I have a way. +
+ Khalil Rohars must die, think Conrad Koz. +
The sound began to gradually approach, and there were twisted and sharp shouts all around. The thunder was not loud, but it could always overwhelm these twisted things.

+Yeah, think about him But, my friend, I have taught ghosts that one should do the right thing and choose the right way.Although I don't know what is right, but I know another thing, I will not watch all this happen, I will not let my brothers continue to kill each other, and become slaves of that monster in blood and tears . +
+ You have to keep calm. +
+ I can't, I'm never cool. +
Kalil hung up the psychic communication, and a terrifying smile suddenly appeared on his pale face.

During the slowed down time, he pulled up Kahn, pulled those scarlet threads, and put them on Kahn's neck with his own hands.

The scarlet light flourished.

Karn howled tremblingly, the blue and white armor changed its appearance in an instant, the scarlet armor with brass edge replaced the honor of the war dogs, the wail of skulls and dead souls replaced the lord of men. design.This illusory soul took its place at this moment, standing in front of Khalil, staring at him quietly.

Or rather, gazing at the power beneath the skin of Khalil Rohars.

"Kan." Khalil said softly. "Karn the Betrayer? I see your name, but nothing else."

Kahn lowered his head and nodded slowly.

"You have betrayed Man, the Imperium, and the Emperor," he asked. "Isn't it? I can tell by your armor that you're all betrayed, aren't you?"

"Yes." The traitor said in his hoarse voice.

"why?"

"For our father," said the Betrayer. "We fought for him."

"Betrayed for him too?"

"Yes."

"Very good." Khalil nodded slowly. "Then, you still need to fight for him now."

"He's dead," said the traitor without emotion. "He's not him anymore—"

He was speechless as the pale giant was showing him a vision, a hope they had never imagined.

".what is this?"

"This is your father," Khalil said in his own blood, and his skin began to disintegrate like melted wax. "Did you see him?"

The blue light in his eyes is still bright.

".I saw it." The betrayer's voice began to tremble for the first time. "But how is that possible?"

"Kan the Betrayer. I don't have time to describe other evidence to you." Khalil looked at him with pity and hatred. "But I guess you don't need to be forgiven either, you know you're unforgivable, don't you?"

".right."

"Then, let's betray again."

In the darkness, a hand that was about to melt slowly stretched out.

"Betray who?"

"Blood God," said Khalil Rohars.

A bare-chested, chain-wrapped right hand pressed against the melted hand without hesitation.

Kahn the Betrayer nodded.

"it is good."

In the next second, his soul began to give up everything.The obtained body, the memories of the past, his own name—everything was gone with the wind, and the betrayer completed the betrayal again with the power that did not belong to him and the Blood God.

He erased himself.

The Warhound fell to the ground, black ashes covering its armor.He raised his head in confusion and pain, but felt an unprecedented ease.However, when he raised his head, he saw a bloody white bone.

". Khalil?"

"It's me." Bones nodded calmly. "I can only help you get here. Kahn's ship has changed, but it's still your ship. Think about it carefully, you can recognize the way. Go to the bridge."

"You are—"

"—my situation is not important." Bones said. "I'll survive."

The blu starts to shift, becoming a looming gold.

"Now, step into the dark and fight, Karn of the Warhounds."

The voice fell, and he disappeared in the flickering light.Kahn rushed over, but only caught a wave of extreme pain.He gritted his teeth and groaned to bear it.If this was the last trace of a man who had helped them, Kahn would not let it go.

He clenched his left fist tightly, and the pain followed like a shadow, roaring in his head.The pain was so severe that he was able to ignore everything else that was watching in the darkness.

"Good," Karn said hoarsely, taking off his chainaxe and stepping fearlessly into the darkness. "Yes, Khalil Rohars, I will fight."

　Guaranteed 4 today.This chapter is [-]k.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)