40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 134 37. Mourning for the Funeral ([-])
Before the storm hits, you'd better keep calm.

Khalil agrees.

In fact, he very much agrees.

To translate—before he actually went to the battlefield with the Eighth Army, he still had to correct official documents every day.

Yes, Khalil isn't against it, but don't just think it's such a treat.No sane person would enjoy a job that requires so much brainpower and energy.

Today, however, is a little different.His dull marking time is being interrupted by another person, and Khalil welcomes him very much.

"... During this period of time, I often dream." Van Cleef said.

The first company commander didn't wear his armor. He sat in the office Khalil had been assigned to him in his training suit, with a stiff posture and a serious expression on his face.

Khalil raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head again: "How long has it been since you had a good rest?"

A vague tension flashed across Van Cleef's pale face: "Seventeen days."

"Then I guess the dream started seventeen days ago, don't I?"

"Yes, instructor." The first company commander of the Eighth Army replied quickly.

Khalil put down his pen and sighed.

"Before you came, Siani and your adjutant Moletz came to me together. They reported one thing. It's about their company commander's request in the last seventeen days."

The first company commander frowned seriously: "I must, instructor."

"So, Van Cleef," Khalil asked patiently, raising his right hand in a gesture. "You have to let me know what you've been dreaming about."

Van Cleef pursed his lips tightly, and his complexion turned even paler, like faded old clothes.

"Some fragments." He replied in a very soft voice. "Some flickering fragments I don't know if they are memories, because I can only see intermittent images."

"I saw myself working under a mine, with a group of people who were so skinny and weird. I also saw shops full of human body parts, a dark purple sky cut by neon lights, and some people died in front of me. I think What I see is Nostramo, instructor, I hope that what I see is Nostramo, and not an illusion woven by other things."

"So you let your brothers tie you up and be a prisoner for seventeen days?"

"Other than that, I have nothing else to do."

Khalil nodded to him calmly: "The pictures you saw are indeed from Nostramo."

VanCleef was startled, and Khalil continued.

"Accurately speaking, what you saw should be a flashback of your memory." Said the instructor of the Eighth Legion. "And that memory probably came from me."

". Psionic power?"

"Not necessarily." Khalil frowned and looked at the first company commander. "It may be some kind of deeper, mystical connection—I'm not very good at these things. I can only say that you have no problem now, Van Cleef."

Van Cleef opened his mouth, his throat rolled up and down, and then he nodded slowly: "...I see, instructor. In other words, am I fully recovered?"

"Yes, your body is indeed fully recovered." Khalil said. "But I'm not sure if other things will happen after that, so if you feel anything wrong, come to me immediately."

"As ordered."

"It's not an order, VanCleef."

"I'll take it as an order." The first company commander stood up, nodded to their instructor, and walked away.

Time has passed, and everyone in the Eighth Army now knows how to respond to the various demands of their instructors.Khalil feels helpless about it, but it's not always good to really ask everyone to abandon their own code.

He had to let nature take its course.

The door closed as Van Cleef left, the sound of metal clashing against each other was pleasant to the ear, and the way it closed together would probably make others feel comfortable, some wearing red robes and emitting engine oil people who smell.

Adeptus Mechanic—Kalil knew little about them, but this did not prevent him from having a basic impression of them.

Judging from the recent contacts and the documents they sent, Khalil has regarded them as an independent organization with a high degree of autonomy within the empire.In fact, considering their importance to the military power of the empire, it would not be an exaggeration to call them a state within a state.

Logically speaking, they should be vigilant, but the problem is that they seem to regard the emperor, the ruler of the human empire, as the messenger of the gods in their teachings.This is very interesting.

Ohm Messiah.That's what they called the Emperor.

+ You have so many avatars. +
+ You sound like you're mocking me. +
+There is no so-called tone in psychic communication+
After casually chatting with friends on the other side of the galaxy, Khalil opened his eyes.And the Emperor, or rather, Neos is very helpless at the moment.

After he knew the existence of Angron, he directly sent his fleet to Nuceria, but too many things happened in the middle. By the time he arrived in Nuceria through the leap, his sons had already Left there and went to Nostramo.

+They seem to think you're dead, Khalil. +
+My appearance at that time was indeed consistent with death in ordinary people's perception, but why do you keep sending me psychic communication recently?Is it because I've hung up too much before? +
+ No, I'm just trying to communicate to see if I'm still in time. +
Khalil frowned.

+ In time for what? +
+ There is time to witness the living mourning the living. Believe me, even for me, this kind of thing is a rare scene. +
The instructor of the Eighth Army took a deep breath.

+It would be great if you could show this humorous and human side to others, Your Majesty the Emperor, I believe your sons, your friends, your Custodians—all of them, will be very happy Thank you. +
+ I just said something, you don't have to. +
+Is it? +
The man on the other side of the galaxy was silent for a moment.

+ Anyhow, I'll be there soon.I hope Angron's nails can still be removed. +
+ He doesn't necessarily want to. +
+ I'll respect him, but I still have to give it a shot. +
Khalil shook his head and said nothing more.In terms of stubbornness, he has little qualifications to persuade the Emperor.He put down his pen, glanced at the number of remaining documents, and after confirming that he could finish them by 03:30 tonight, he walked out of his office.

He needs to tell Conrad Coates one thing
A more embarrassing thing.
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"...You mean, they thought you were dead?"

Konrad Curz's eyes widened, and the dirty wind on Nostramo's ground blew the hem of his clothes rattling.The Lord of the Eighth Legion squatted on his No. 11 gargoyle, his face full of surprise.

"Don't you think I'm dead too?"

".That's different!" Conrad Koz turned his head away. "I saw your skeleton with my own eyes. Who can think you are alive in that situation?"

Khalil smiled slightly, but said nothing.He lowered his head and observed the current appearance of Nostramo from the edge of the building.

The purification has been carried out to the final stage. Although the quality of the air is still bad, it will never be so bad that it will endanger people's health.However, what is more unfortunate is that even the Mechanicus, they have nothing to do with Nostramo's Eternal Night.

——And, even if there was a way, they wouldn't do it, they're not crazy.For a long time, the Nostramo people have evolved eyes adapted to the night, and in this case, letting the sun out, there is only one consequence.

"What are you laughing at?" Conrad Koz turned his head, and the vague dissatisfaction on his face was fleeting.

"I laughed because you just told a good joke, any questions, Conrad?"

".Is that a joke?"

"Isn't it?"

Khalil asked back, and easily took back the initiative of the conversation.

"Also, why did you come to the ground to observe again during working hours? The second company in charge of duty today will be very upset when they see it, and you don't want their company commander to go to me again to complain about your 'distrust' 'Bar?"

"."

Midnight Ghost pursed his lips angrily, and retorted hissingly: "Can't I come back and see my home planet?"

"Yes, yes, but have you finished today's work?"

"I'm two-thirds done!"

"That means there is still one third left and you plan to stay up all night to do it, right?"

"."

"Answer my question, Conrad."

"Yes."

"It's not good, so am I." Khalil smiled happily, and the smile reached its peak after Midnight Ghost's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You—forget it."

Midnight Ghost sighed, and Conrad Koz replaced him: "Anyway, aren't they coming soon?"

"probably."

"do not you know?"

"Of course I don't know."

"But didn't you float back from Nuceria?" Conrad Curz asked nonchalantly. "Can't you figure out how long it would take them to reach Nostramo without using warp voyages?"

Khalil narrowed his eyes slowly, and after a few seconds, he grinned.

"Your sense of humor is as bad as mine, Conrad," he said heartily. "It's a good joke, remember not to share it with other people."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes—they're coming. Either today, or tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Why are you so active about it?"

Conrad Coz did not answer the question.

Of course he wouldn't tell Khalil Rohals why.

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