40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 127 30. The Resurrection from the Graveyard (Part [-])

It was misty and cold to the bone.Heat rolled away from the wall, the light source was dim, and footsteps sounded slightly from outside the iron wall.After a series of complicated checks, Jairzinho Guzman finally entered the interior of the medical hall.

He had ended his duty today two hours ago, but that didn't mean he needed to rest.

Any Astartes could keep their energy high for long periods of time with their zeal, not to mention that healing those who could be saved within Quintus would have seemed like rest to the Medic.

Dealing with mortal ailments is much easier than dealing with Astartes' wounds from war, and sometimes it only takes a course or two of medicine to bring them back to health.
In the past, Jairzinho Guzman has directed his medical skills and compassion only to his brothers.

Generally speaking, the Eighth Legion appreciates the former and despises the latter.Therefore, if you are a medical officer or apothecary in the Eighth Legion, I suggest that you drop any thought of being thanked for curing a patient.

Now it was different, he healed many people in Quintus, and the way they expressed their gratitude was to kneel and touch the ground with their foreheads.Guzman loathes this approach, but he can't turn them down.

How could he refuse someone's thanks?
The civilians in Quintus would only express their gratitude in this way. Guzman did not like to bow down, but he would accept their gratitude.For now, he just wants the Ultramarines to build public schools faster.

Stopping in front of the corpse covered in black cloth, Jairzinho Guzman bowed his head and paid his respects to the corpse.It has been two weeks and his duty time has even been transferred twice.

Apart from him, the hall is still empty, which is normal, the place is temporarily under martial law, and the brothers of the Legion can enter it, but only one person at a time.

Guzman and all the medical officers agreed with Conrad Coz's announcement of this order, but they also mentioned another matter in unison.

"He needs a cemetery." Two hours ago, Medical Officer Malan said in their small conference room. "The Medical Hall looks like that, but we all know it only looks like that. We did all visit him, though."

"The Primarch did not ask for his burial," retorted another. "And I'm sure the instructor himself didn't want to be buried in a coffin."

"You're making it sound like you know him very well." Marlin retorted with a sneer. "But we all know that he knocked you down when you walked into the cage, didn't you?"

The conversation ended here, and after that, there was a brawl—this kind of behavior would be called "the usual exchange of martial arts" within the legion, but in fact, everyone knew tacitly what was going on. one thing.

And if someone on one side of the fight feels that this is still not enough, he will continue to attack the other side by various means within the next seven days.Sometimes, this behavior spills over to other people as well.
That's why there are so many small medical rooms on the Nightfall.

Thinking of these things, Guzman exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and he still lowered his head, as if in quiet contemplation.

However, Guzman wasn't actually thinking, he was just fascinated - a quiet environment always makes people feel this way.

Unknowingly, his perception was magnified, and those tiny details that he always ignored in the past are now making a comeback, and with his unique insect sound, he opened his mouth and laughed wildly from the corner of his eyes.His thoughts sank deeper and deeper until he reached a certain end.

until a door is opened.

Jairzinho Guzman fell into extreme silence.

The mist changed little by little, turning into a thick white mist on the pitch-black metal floor. The coldness penetrated through the protection of scientific power inside the power armor, reaching his back and stinging his bone marrow.His eyes started to sting, but he couldn't close them again.

He can try, whatever he wants, it's useless to try.

A force originating from behind the door took control of this place.

Many times, coincidences are the funniest.Guzman can no longer think, this right has been taken away, but he can still hear, still see, still feel.

The white mist gathers, there is no wind, and something—an ancient thing—is penetrating the icy mist and coming straight behind the door.

The temperature continued to drop, and the silence was as cold as ice, causing the mist on Guzman's exposed skin to condense into a fragile frost.His blood was also frozen, which is an unusual temperature.I don't know how long it took before the chill finally receded slowly.

The ability to think gradually returned and revived within the body.Jairzinho Guzman's eyes widened, as a tsunami-like bombardment swirled through his mind.

He raised his head abruptly, and saw that the corpse covered in black cloth had sat up.

There was blue light in its empty eye sockets, and the black cloth had already been draped over its body at some point, its jaw opened and closed, and its teeth collided with each other. Along with the monotonous rattling noise, a familiar voice also came to Guz Man's ears.

It was the voice of Khalil Rohars.

"Hello," he said. "I hope I didn't scare you, Jairzinho."

To this, the medical officer's answer was a violent shaking.
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"It's been pretty bad," Khalil said.

"."

Conrad Curz glanced at his skull face under the hood without saying a word, then nodded: "Yeah, I can see it too."

"Are you mocking me, Conrad?"

"No." Conrad Koz replied quickly and clearly. "I'm just curious as to why you're lying there for two weeks."

"You want me to come back sooner?"

".No."

The skeleton nodded, and a strange wind came from the empty chest: "I also want to come back soon, but the real world is not based on my will. It will not be born because of my will." Change."

"You are talking to me with a skeleton that is still emitting high temperature." Conrad Koz said quietly.

"You should change the wording, this is the body I'm recovering." Khalil raised his hand and supported his chin to avoid the continuous clicking sound between opening and closing.

Anyway, he doesn't have a vocal organ now, and he can speak without opening his mouth, it's just that he will get used to it.

"...Recovering?" The Lord of the Eighth Legion covered his face. "I'm not going to have vision problems because I'm dealing with official documents. You're a skeleton now, how do you heal your wounds?"

"That's not your concern, Conrad," Skull said. "Studying my current physical condition will not do you any good to maintain your proper sanity."

"Proper sanity?"

"People need to stay awake." The skull looked at him quietly, the blue light in his eyes was motionless, not like a flame, but like solid ice.

"But don't be too sober. You have already seen one of those monsters, which is not a good thing for you. Therefore, you need to be sober, but you also need to drop some of your sanity appropriately."

"Are you telling me a riddle?"

Conrad Curz paused for a moment, put his hands down, looked at the corpse provocatively, and uttered two words heavily in Nostramo.

"Father?"

"."

This time it was the skeleton's turn to be silent.

"No, not a riddle." After a while, he spoke again. "Just a little exhortation, because those monsters in the dark will never rest."

"Then I will become a monster hunter." Conrad Koz replied coldly. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the skeleton, as if his expression was exactly the same as someone's. "What's more, this is a blood feud, and we will have revenge."

"Revenge on whom?" Khalil asked.

"To turn you into someone, or something."

"My revenge, I will avenge myself. And that thing has already paid a heavy price."

Conrad Koz shook his head, crossed his hands, and sighed heavily.

"Look at you now, Khalil, who paid the heavy price? You were lying in my room, covered in ashes and smoking. I won't lie to you, as you Never lied to me, so I'll admit it to you. I was almost insane."

"But you didn't."

"Just a little bit! Don't say that to me in such a tone that you seem to be very proud!" Conrad Koz roared, this was the first time he showed such an expression. "And you were only a little bit close to actually dying, weren't you?!"

The skeleton was silent for a moment, and a certain will that dominated it spoke again after a long time.Such silences can be devastating to normal talkers, but not for Conrad Coates.He was used to Khalil Rohars' silence.

"...If you want to pin your reason on my life and death, Conrad, I will be very disappointed." The skeleton said calmly. "There is always something more important than this in this world."

He stood up and left the room, the hem of his black robe fluttering.After a long time, Conrad Koz sighed slowly.

"It's always going to be like this," he said to someone outside the room. "Why are you always like this? Make sacrifices quietly, save some people who don't know who you are at all."

A sigh came from outside the room. The sound should not have penetrated the wall, but it did, and reached the ear of the Lord of the Eighth Legion.

"Because I'm an arrogant fellow, Ghost," the voice hissed. "Too arrogant to even ignore them."

Midnight Ghost didn't answer.

Conrad Koz continued to work, pursing his lips with an unhappy expression.

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