40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 163 24. One-Day War ([-])
As it turns out, Conrad Koz was right.

The blood-red sky gradually changed, becoming pure pitch black at a speed visible to the naked eye.The howling wind was like the raving of ghosts.VanCleef turned his head and stared at where his primarch was, trying to ask more questions.

However, he didn't see Conrad Curtz, he only saw the flames.

Fire, black fire.

——coming from afar, sweeping from the end of the horizon.

Mountains, cities, and land were all reduced to broken and charred corpses.Trembling, screaming, roaring in the flames, the sound of resentment is endless.Captain Yi straightened his back, and his two hearts were beating rapidly.

Shocked by the illusion, his mind fell into a stagnation.But it didn't last long, the phantom was pushed back by the power surging in his blood in the next second, and the 'real' turned into a dazzling aurora and came into view.

Van Cleef clenched his fists, his body trembling uncontrollably.The world in front of him was being changed, the night was dark, the air was condensed, and it was as quiet as a graveyard.The sun was brutally murdered by the sudden surge of night, and there was no longer any light.

He doesn't understand what's going on, but he can 'see'.

He could see the world as it really was now—a cemetery, a scorched earth cemetery where the flames continued to burn and the dead howled.

is this real?

Van Cleef questioned himself rationally, but still did not get an answer.He stared at the flames, his eyes seemed to be burning.Conrad Koz's voice came from his ear in the next second, carrying an unparalleled sense of peace of mind.

"What did you see, VanCleef?" the primarch asked quietly.

VanCleef tried to answer, but could not speak.Curz stared at him, nodded slowly, and did not speak.Van Cleef could see the change in him—Conrad Coates, who had been gentle and polite, now seemed focused and dangerous.

The primarch raised his head thoughtfully, looking up at the sky.The sky was gloomy, and a gloomy crescent moon loomed behind the dark clouds.It exudes an icy light, which does not dispel the darkness, but instead makes it more and more dark.

Van Cleef heard the rustling in the communication channel, the gloomy buzzing sounded continuously, one name after another continuously jumped out of the eyepiece, and connected to the communication channel—they flew across like quicksilver, but Van Cleef Every name is clearly seen.

He opened his mouth and found it difficult to breathe.Conrad Koz was still standing beside him, seemingly ignorant of what had happened, but his expression was so serious that he didn't look like himself.

——How could he be ignorant of the current situation?
These visions had nothing to hide from him.Conrad Koz saw through the flames and darkness, and clearly saw the overturned tomb and the dead man standing up again.They were clothed in flames, and their faces were pale.

Dead soul.

But not the dead souls of the Harkosus, but the dead souls of the Eighth Legion.

The realization took his breath away.Curz only felt that his neck was pierced by a cold iron hook, and a bundle of rotten rope was tied to the top of the iron hook to hang him up.

Breathing brings pain, and thinking brings pain.So he stood quietly on the spot, taking a deep breath slowly, but a hollow sound came from his ear.

The darkness didn't intend to let him go, and Konrad Curz couldn't avoid it.

He was compelled to listen—and by the fifth second he knew it was a carol.In the tenth second, through a few low and coherent syllables, he understood the language used by the singers without any teacher. No. 15 seconds, he began to immerse himself in it.There was magic in those syllables, and it carried him to a quiet place.

He came to a palace made of stone.

The cold wind howled, the interior was empty, and the ground was covered with thick dust, even reaching the ankles of his iron boots.Many of them were already floating in the wind, looking like pale ashes.

Conrad Koz walked forward, the feeling of suffocation began to grow stronger, but he was unmoved, feeling a burst of extreme peace.He walked forward, the footsteps were monotonous, and sounded rhythmically among the carols.

Finally, he saw a throne full of cracks.Khalil Rohars stood beside the throne, his back to him.

"Are you going to explain?" Conrad Coates asked, with rare bitterness. "I didn't see this scene."

"Of course." Khalil replied. "This is a temple, and this is a throne for the gods to rest."

He turned around with a calm expression, as always, and Curz grinned sarcastically: "How many times do you have to make that expression, Khalil?"

"Until I'm done, Conrad," answered the armored giant calmly. "I want to end this war as quickly as possible. We cannot be dragged into the quagmire. There are three planets in Harkosus."

"And a man can't end a war by himself," said Konrad Curz slowly, staring at Khalil as dangerously as a wounded beast, with piercing eyes. "There's no one else who can do that."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'person'.

Khalil smiled.

"You're alluding to something, Conrad, do you know where this is?"

"I don't know, I just know that you said it was a temple."

"Yes, it is a temple, an underground temple built by the aliens of Harkosus and forgotten by themselves. This temple belongs to the god of burning fire. For centuries, Harkosus I The aliens on the planet have always maintained their pious beliefs and have not changed. Sacrifice once every five years, and plead once every five years."

"Do you see the dust floating in the air? They are not dust, Conrad, they are the remains of the dead, one of the proofs of their faith. In the ancient legends of the aliens on Harkosus [-] In the middle, the God of Burning Fire will wake up when the meteors fall from the sky, and at that time, as long as they give their last devotion, they can completely wake up the gods and give them the power to change the curse."

"You sound like you're telling a fairy tale."

"This is originally a mythical story, Conrad, but it is just a mythical story of the aliens."

"So, what happened to that curse?"

"It. It's just like it sounds. It's a curse. The aliens of Harkosus cannot reproduce through normal means. If they want to grow their population, they must use some kind of ritual to infect humans. This ritual , is known as immersing oneself in fire."

"After completing the ritual, all newborn Harkosus xenomorphs will be born with a natural belief in the God of Burning Fire. They will piously maintain this belief until their death."

"So, what about that god?" Conrad Koz stared at Khalil and said softly. "The god of fire, isn't he? Where is he?"

"He doesn't exist," Khalil said quietly. "Even if the beliefs that have been sealed for centuries are activated, even if Harkosus [-] has become a kingdom of gods on the ground because of these beliefs. He does not exist."

".God's kingdom on earth?"

"Yeah." Khalil nodded at him. "The kingdom of the gods on earth. A world that has been briefly changed by faith to become the residence and domain of gods. Here, its gods can do anything."

"anything?"

"anything."

Conrad Coates walked towards him.His expression looked as if he was thinking, and Khalil knew he wasn't thinking.Conrad Koz doesn't need to think for such a long time, his extraordinary intelligence is enough for him to deal with anything in a few seconds.

He is angry.

Similar to his face, the same pale giant walked under the throne and spoke slowly.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked sharply. "Don't you trust the Legion? Do you think they really need you to be this ridiculous god? You—"

"—no one needs a god," Khalil replied in a low voice. "But that's the problem, Conrad. You can't ignore something that's already there, just like we couldn't ignore its foul air, stinky acid rain, and ubiquitous murder when we were on Nostramo .Now, we are standing on Harkosus [-], you have seen what the God of Burning Fire has done, do you want to deny his existence?"

"I just want to know what price you have to pay again! For this damn broken chair!" Konrad Koz growled and pointed to the cracked throne, Khalil saw disappointment from the bottom of his eyes.

He tried to smile, and this time, he failed.

".I don't know yet." In the end, he chose to answer like this. "But I'll tell you."

After the voice fell, Conrad Koz disappeared.Khalil closed his eyes and sat back.The throne rises and catches him just right.The howling cold wind stopped in an instant, and a questioning voice sounded later.

"God. Why help the enemy?"

Khalil didn't answer, but slowly opened his eyes.

That second finally came, and the gears of fate stuck in the covenant began to turn at this moment. From the moment he sat on the throne, he could never turn back.The curtain trembled, burning with anger for this scene.

But it couldn't find Khalil, and Tzeentch thoughtfully prepared everything, including even using a false god name to deceive the Veil, so that it couldn't find Khalil immediately.

He is right.

He doesn't need to win because He simply can't lose.

"Gods—!" Hundreds of millions of voices spoke together, and the ghosts of the Harkosus aliens screamed.All the xenos who have given their lives for the Fire God over the centuries are here.They howl, howl, scream - they question.

Question the gods they believe in.

"Why don't you help us? Why don't you light a fire and burn our curse?! Liar! False god!"

"Because I'm not a god."

Khalil Rohars sat on the throne that was about to be shattered, and spoke calmly.

"I am not your god, and I do not act according to your mythology. But if you want to hate me, if you want revenge on me, I will do the same."

There was a roar, and the dead souls rushed towards him.Faith faded, throne shattered, he stood up.

The face of the skeleton climbed up like a shadow, covering that pale face.The black flames ignited suddenly in the eye sockets, and the god jumped down from the wreckage of the throne, rushing towards his dead loyal servants.

　There are two more chapters, ten thousand today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)