40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 124 27. Nightfall
Conrad Coz didn't make a sound, didn't speak, didn't scream.

He just walked over in silence, the sweat-wet clothes pressed against his back under the cold wrap, but he didn't care - although he was indeed cold.

His coldness does not come from low temperature.

He fell to his knees slowly.After ensuring that he would not suddenly fall due to dizziness, Conrad Koz stretched out his right hand and approached the skeleton.

He pressed his five fingers tightly to the forehead of the skeleton, and then slid down along the edge little by little, touching the eye sockets, face, and jaw.After doing this, he was silent for a full 5 minutes.

At the Primarch's speed of thought, it was almost impossible for this to happen, but it happened.

Because he can no longer think.

Conrad Koz raised his head and began to pant quickly and deeply.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, always looking at the ceiling, deliberately skipping over the skeleton on the ground.There is an unrealistic expectation in his heart - if I don't look at him, will he come back to life?
It's a joke, isn't it, Khalil?

Half a minute later, he lowered his head, stretched out his hands, passed under the skeleton, and carefully hugged the skeleton.

His mind was still in turmoil, and he tried to organize his thoughts to deal with the facts before him, but he couldn't.He had been taught reason and coolness, and now those two things had gone with the wind as well as the one who taught him.

Pale embers remained in Konrad Curze's palm, and the heat made them hiss on his skin, causing a searing pain.Conrad Koz opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say a word.

He hugged the skeleton that was taller than him tightly, held it in his arms, and groped on the skeleton with trembling hands, trying to find a little trace of life.He failed - nothing, nothing but ashes remained.

A terrible sourness welled up from the depths of his nasal cavity, blurring his vision, and dripping hotly down his cheeks.

The Midnight Ghost lowered his head and made a hissing sound in the dark. The Nostramo people used to use long and eloquent sentences, but the word he used now was different, and this word had only two syllables.

Why is this happening?

This question flashed through Midnight Ghost's chaotic thoughts. His thinking ability had been completely crushed by the huge emotional torrent. This question only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared instantly.He wept silently, holding his father's bones in his arms and asking silently in the dark.

why?He asked himself again, but he still didn't get an answer.Then he remembered the voice—the Emperor's voice, the voice that had reached him across the universe to take the hand of Khalil Rohars.

"Help me." He held the skeleton's hand and murmured to the darkness. "Please, help me."

The darkness didn't answer, why should it answer?On the far side of the galaxy, a man heard the plea, and he tried his best to withdraw his hand from the battle to help, but he couldn't, the veil was a veil.

silence.

Dead silence, no answer, just silence.

Midnight Ghost is as quiet as dead.He closed his eyes, and some kind of instinct that belonged to him began to operate, and he drifted to an unpredictable distance with this chaotic thoughts. In a trance, he actually felt as if he was in the ocean.

ocean?

He doesn't understand, he's never been to the ocean.The term floated in his mind.Midnight Ghost thought without sadness or joy, yes, I am in the depths of the ocean, and the undercurrent is surging.

and then?
Then he smelled a sickening stench, and then he heard an extremely soft scraping of feathers.

"Do you want to save him?" a voice asked, in the depths of the black sea.

Midnight Ghost didn't answer, he didn't know where he was at the moment, but he refused to answer.What little sanity he had left was yelling at him to get away from this place immediately.

He thought, but he couldn't do it, because this place was no longer within his control.This is not the small room where he thinks, but another place.

Another place far beyond the boundaries of human reason, a paradise for the dead, a pillow for nightmares, and a place for hungry monsters to eat.It could be anywhere except a friendly and kind place.

The voice laughed.

"You are very perceptive, Lord of the Eighth Legion. Your father taught you very well. But I want to tell you, this is the deepest part of the void." The thing laughed lightly, narrating this in its soft and gentle voice .

Midnight Ghost's thoughts were drawn out, and he briefly forgot about an extremely important matter. He didn't realize that the tone of the voice had begun to become exactly the same as that of Khalil.

He didn't realize it, no one did—for the body of Khalil Rohars returned to the anchor by the ocean jump, but there was something else coming with him.He can only project one of his pupils here, but this is enough.

Because there is never only one anchor point, but more threads, which have been arranged as early as the very beginning of destiny.

"Do you want to save him?" He asked leisurely, not annoyed that he could only exert so little influence on reality at this moment.It seemed that He really just came to ask such a question, and He didn't expect what happened afterwards.

But is this possible?
Midnight Ghost didn't answer, his mind was still telling him, you can't answer this question.

"I know you want to."

He spoke softly, still impersonating Khalil Rohars' voice. "You can't accept the world he died in, I know that. So speak up, Conrad Curze, Midnight Haunter, poor boy, you just need to make one wish and your father will come back."

lie.

"No, I didn't lie." He laughed again, soft and peaceful, just like Khalil.

"Your father is resisting death. You can't see it, but I can tell he knows he can't die. But, in a physical sense, a charred skeleton is the best proof of death, isn't it?"

"But he is still resisting, he doesn't want to come back to us, and I don't want to, if he comes back now, things will become very boring, so I want to help you, and I will help you, as long as you make a trivial promise little wish."

I can not.I can't do that.I don't know what you are, but I can't do this.

"Why not?" the voice asked gently. "The universe is so vast, does anyone really care about a wish? You can say it, child, you only need to say four words."

"You just need to say, I want to save him, then your father will come back immediately."

Midnight Ghost fell silent.

His thoughts are still wandering in the dark ocean, eyes closed, blindly accepting the gaze of the chaotic ocean.But his body wasn't, his body was still crying silently holding his father's corpse in the Primarch's room on the Nightfall, and time didn't even pass, not even a second passed.

The owner of the voice watched him silent with joy and joy, rejoicing that he was about to get a surprise.

One wish, one word, and I can save Khalil.

Shall I speak it out?

Why should I not?Of course I want to save him, he doesn't deserve to die, no one can kill him, of course I want to bring him back to life, but
But what is the price of this wish?Will its cost really be as insignificant as that thing says?He is silent, thinking, weighing, reason and emotion are teetering on both ends of the balance.

The owner of the voice smiled unhurriedly, intending to add a weight called memory to the emotional side.He likes this kind of drama the most, and the contradiction is the essence.He opened his mouth slowly, but found that the voice he had stolen had disappeared. Now, the voice he made was a sharp neighing, extremely ugly.

He widened his eyes, looked at the ship named Nightfall, looked at the room, and then, he saw——

—on the right hand cuff of Conrad Coates—

There is a knife, which is slowly glowing.

Do not!
He spread his wings angrily, trying to do something more, but the opportunity was always fleeting, and the dark flames of anger swept from the other side of the ocean, instantly burning up this trace of his power.

go away.The voice that had raged against them all whispered in the deepest depths of the ocean.Stay away from him.

He sighed, and walked away helplessly. His anger disappeared in an instant, leaving only curiosity and expectation for the future.This is just a random stroke, which painter would care about this stroke before the official start?
"So many changes" He chuckled and walked away.
-
Midnight Ghost slowly opened his eyes, feeling scared.He didn't know why that thing left, but he had already made up his mind that he would never do it again in the future.

He wanted to bring Khalil back to life, and he would keep trying as long as he had the chance, but he wouldn't do it that way.

Khalil would have disappointed him in that way.

He didn't want to let him down.

Ghost slowly pursed his lips, and he carefully put down the skeleton, but from the corner of his eye, he found that the cuff of his right hand was glowing.

what happened?

He waved his arm, and in an instant, the blade popped out, and it was tightly attached to his palm, and the chill followed.Staring at the blade, Midnight Ghost saw eyes brimming with tears.

He hastily raised his left hand, wiped away his tears, intending to calm down and deal with everything after that.He rubbed his eyes against the cuffs indiscriminately, wanting the slight pain to wipe away the tears completely, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't
Until a burst of cold came from his left wrist.

Midnight Ghost's eyes widened.

The skeleton was still the skeleton, and the ashes were still the same pile of ashes, but its right hand rose and grasped the ghost's left.In the originally dark eye sockets, the same deep blue light as the blade on Youhun's right hand lit up.

Conrad Koz started shaking again.

　ok, the update is complete, that's all for today, I have to slow down
　　Why don't you believe me when I say I won't send a knife?Watch how I sew Warhound and Angron tomorrow, hehe.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)