40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 144 6. Between Friends·Gift
Khalil withdrew his forces, and the Emperor followed.The frost and golden flame disappeared, and the silent gray and white replaced it again.It has always been, and it always will be.

The room had no windows, and the Lord of Humanity abruptly began to stare at the wall, silent.His behavior came without warning, but Khalil was used to it.He crossed his hands and leaned against the wall for a short rest.

Five minutes later, the lord of humanity finally withdrew his gaze.

He spoke vaguely.

"I can see less and less."

He paused for a moment, lowered his head, and thought carefully for a while again, considering every word that was spoken.

".Right now, all I can see is the storm. The never-ending storm."

"That doesn't sound like a good thing," Khalil replied quietly.

"It's not sure yet." The human lord shook his head.

The crown of laurels is still shining, but the face beneath it has revealed its true face.The unbearable divinity and seriousness faded away together, leaving only exhaustion and a hope that I dare not let myself be sure.

Khalil caught it, but didn't say it straight.He knew why the Emperor was unwilling to ascertain the reason for this hope.

He couldn't help laughing: "Even you will deceive yourself and others in some places."

The emperor glanced at him, said nothing, and a bleak smile flashed in his eyes.

He closed his eyes.Spirit energy spread out in the air, and the gray and white scenery began to be changed.In the next second Khalil's back was empty, and the wall supporting him was gone—indeed, even the room itself was gone.

The cold wind whistling past was not generated by psionic energy, but the wind from the natural environment.Harsh, but with a real harshness that surpasses everything.Snow fell from the sky and was carried by the wind to become a sharp blade that cuts the face.

Khalil looked down and saw a deep patch of snow up to his calf.He raised his head, looked forward, and saw a cliff, and behind him, there was a cracked canyon and a snow-sealed forest.

Khalil didn't ask where it was, and a faint nostalgia appeared on his face.

"When was the last time you saw snow?" asked the Emperor, beside him.

"I don't remember," Khalil replied candidly. "I don't know much about the past and, even if I remember it, it doesn't really make much sense."

"Perhaps, but memory is still important, my friend," said the Emperor gravely, as the wind and snow blew past him, and he looked into the distance worriedly, silent as a stone.

Khalil didn't mean to ask, for a while, there was no one in here, only the howling cold wind remained.The cliffs were jagged and irregular, as if they had been brutally bitten by something.

He couldn't help but start picturing in his mind a gigantic creature that would feed on the mountain. He let his thoughts wander, letting them scatter aimlessly, turning them into spiders crawling on strange webs.

Then at last he heard the voice of the Lord of Men.

"There is hope," he said in a soft but firm voice. "Hope will be shaped by our own hands, guided by fire, hammered by forge, tempered by endless storms"

Khalil didn't speak, just glanced at him.With great courage the Emperor has confirmed that there is hope, and he will work towards it.

However, as a pessimist.
"I can't shape hope like you guys," Khalil said softly. "I'm only good at other things, and they're the opposite of building."

"Didn't you educate Conrad Curtz well?" the Emperor asked back.

"He has matured enough to know that some questions don't need answers at all. In the history of mankind, there are countless wise men who yearn for answers to questions, and finally go crazy and become a slave to the desire for knowledge. But he already knows the difference between actions and questions. must be connected"

Khalil shook his head.

"At best, I just gave him a foundation. In essence, he still grows on his own. His own will is the key, and I'm just an addition."

"Too modest." The Emperor looked at him. "Is it your paranoid moral sense that forms the basis of your personality itself, or is it your reluctance to acknowledge your importance to him?"

Khalil didn't answer, he fell into a kind of silence.He looks back, sees countless fleeting moments and he smiles.

"Maybe both, or maybe none—" He deliberately sighed and looked at the Emperor. "—Why did you ask so clearly?"

"This is my little revenge for your earlier mockery," the Emperor replied gravely.

Khalil laughed loudly, the wind and snow were paused at this moment, the scene of the world was reshaped in an instant, the room reappeared, the previous wind and snow had completely disappeared, only a touch of light remained.

It was held in the palm of the hand raised by the Lord of Humanity, revealing a bright light.

"Now, even my memory has power." Neos said in a low voice. "It cannot be added, but it can be taken away and used for other purposes."

He spread out his palms, and white light bloomed in the gray-white room in the next instant.

A suit of armor emerges from the light.The pitch black and the dead white that belonged to 'Winter' existed quietly on it. Compared with most power armors, it was not thick enough, and Khalil didn't even see the backpack used as the core of the active power.

The skull-shaped helmet stared silently under the black hood, and the windless and automatic cloak was closed outside the streamlined wide shoulder armor. Its corners were perpendicular to the ground, and at this moment it was undulating like a shadow.

"What is this?" Khalil raised an eyebrow.

"My personal gift." Neos smiled at him. "Armor shaped by the imagery of 'winter' and 'cold' in my memory."

"And it doesn't look like a piece of power armor."

Khalil looked at it and couldn't help laughing too—he wouldn't deny the fact that he liked the armor.

"I don't see the servos, I don't see the cables where the armor connects. Is this still a piece of power armor?"

"I didn't say it was power armor." Neos replied. "But it can still increase your combat ability."

"So it needs another form of motivation?"

"Yes." Neos said. "And I'm sure you've already guessed what it is."

Khalil nodded noncommittally, a cold blue light lit up in his eyes - the armor cloak began to rattle, and cold light was revealed from the gaps in the metal.It turned into a shadow in the next second and disappeared in place, and immediately after, Khalil's sight was wrapped in a gust of cold.

The metal-like and bone-like touch rested quietly on his face, he raised his arm, and the armor activated by his psionic energy began to return in reverse at this moment, strengthening his own strength.

The five fingers of the gauntlet are sharp, and on the back of the hand is the imperial sky eagle soaring steadily.He laughed, his voice turned into a cruel coldness by psionic energy, which was utterly terrifying, but Neos also laughed with him.

A craftsman always likes to see his work being loved, and a happy laugh is worth 1000 million words of praise.

"But." Khalil asked softly in his extremely terrifying voice at the moment. "And how am I going to explain this armor to people?"

"My gift is nothing more than that," said the Emperor calmly. "No one can explore its secrets and its origin, let them guess, it is my thanks to you."

"What have I done to deserve your thanks?"

The skeleton turned its head and stared at his friend, the Lord of Humanity, lowered his head, smiled slightly, and did not answer the question.

"Although you don't get paid for nothing, it seems like you won't let me refuse." Khalil said. "Then I'll take it. Does it have a name?"

"As an artisan, I don't usually title a piece, especially when it's clearly going to be given away."

Khalil lowered his head thoughtfully, and after a while, he nodded slowly.

"Blade," replied the armored giant. "That's what I'll call it."

The emperor was taken aback. He quickly understood what Khalil meant. After a short silence, there was a burst of laughter that couldn't be concealed. Khalil looked at him for a few seconds and then joined in.There is nothing else in laughter, only pure pleasure exists.

　This chapter is 2.5k, and 1.5k is owed tomorrow.

　　After comprehensive consideration, I will update a side story tomorrow, with a slight spoiler, it is about the story of Koz on the hh line.

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