40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 179 4. Preparations
Fair Zalost lowered his head, trying to ignore some things, to enter the state of concentration he needed now.

But he failed, he couldn't do this - he could clearly hear his own breathing and the whistling wind from his ears, the sound was so loud that he almost doubted whether he was on the top of a certain mountain superior.

He could still hear his own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing, all of which made his senses so tense and so sensitive.

He held his breath angrily, trying to resist one of those voices in the most primitive and simple way, and this thing was like turning on a certain switch-then, his hearing, sight, smell and even skin All sense of touch is gone.

Just in an instant, everything was far away from him, leaving only a soft darkness and a flame in the darkness.

Black around the edges, red inside, burning quietly.

A few minutes later, Phil suddenly opened his eyes.

His body began to twitch, his arms and feet flailing strangely from violent muscle spasms.His body rolled over on the iron bed and finally fell to the ground.

Therefore, Jairzinho Guzman, who was waiting on the side, immediately helped him up, and forcibly injected him with a light tranquilizer. After more than ten seconds, Fer calmed down, and he was panting heavily. , two hearts resounded heavily, resounding in the quiet room.

"I failed." Fair said with difficulty. "I can't take the ritual any further, sorry, instructor."

"Your apology was unnecessary," Khalil said.

He stepped forward and looked into Phil's eyes carefully.The latter's eyes were tired, as if he had just experienced a big battle, his arms were still trembling, and the beating of the muscles could not be stopped by himself.

Jairzinho Guzman took out a notebook aside and began to record some new observations.

They have been back in Nostramo for more than two months, and everything is being created from scratch in an orderly manner, whether it is the planning for future conscription, or the company commanders have discussed it for the past two months. This is true of the 'separation of responsibilities'.

So, the same thing happened just now.

It’s been going on for three weeks, it’s not going to be discussed, it’s not going to be on the record—even the report in Guzman’s hands is actually going to need to be incinerated after a while.

"There must be something wrong," Fair said.

The third company commander and chief think tank thought about it, but couldn't come to any conclusions.He couldn't find what was wrong, he didn't know what was keeping him from completing the ritual - until Khalil asked.

"It is true, but the problem should not lie with you."

The instructor of the Nightblades lowered his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the fine lines drawn around the iron bed lit up in an instant.

The dense blue light slowly advances on those misty lines, forming a kind of alternative flesh and blood for those characters and lines like a liquid, and suddenly changes color after it is fully formed.The blue light that belonged to psionic energy disappeared, replaced by pitch-black flames, dancing silently on the floor.

The medical officer and think tank watched this scene solemnly. No matter how many times they did it, they would never ignore what the flame represented.

Fair whispered and asked, "So, what do you think is the problem?"

"This ceremony is used to make people make a vow." Khalil raised his head and looked at Fer. "And you've made your oath, Fell. It's impossible for a man to step into the same river twice."

He shook his head and chuckled, seeming a little self-deprecating: "I didn't find out about such a simple question until now. I'm sorry for wasting three weeks of your time, Phil."

"Don't rush to apologize now, instructor—" The chief think tank stood up straight, his expression finally no longer so disappointed. "—In other words, the crux of the problem is that we need to find someone who has not taken the oath to participate in this ceremony?"

"I think it should be like this." Khalil said, not paying attention to Phil's words.

"Then." Phil licked his lips nervously, his eyes longing. "Can we"

Khalil did not immediately answer Feier's words.

Of course he knew what Fair wanted to say, but, as Conrad Koz said-it was too early to start conscription.

Every Astartes is a superhuman, and within a few years they become a finely tuned killing machine.Therefore, we must be cautious in selecting candidates, especially for legions like Midnight Blade.

Their role in the Great Crusade was more than mere conquerors.They also need to walk on the extreme side of human nature and serve as judges and executioners.And these two jobs require many qualities, otherwise there must be a risk of corruption.
Furthermore, even excluding these considerations, they still need to pass the ceremony.

And what is needed to pass the ceremony is not just a firm will.

Khalil couldn't help sighing—witchcraft is troublesome enough, let alone this kind of witchcraft that half-stepped into the realm of sacrifice.Malcador is really in the same line as the Emperor, after throwing the relevant books to him, he didn't care about anything.
So, judging from the current situation, if they want to have a complete understanding of the 'No. 20 surgery' before the official conscription, they will have to 'backfire'.

"Instructor?" Jairzinho Guzman raised the note in his hand, interrupting Kalil's thinking. "What do you think? By the way, I think Captain Fair may still be in a state of confusion."

"What do you mean, Jairzinho?"

"I mean, Captain Fair, that theory you've just made almost scares the hell out of me."

Guzman replied with a blank expression. The medical officer has always had this expression since he returned from the Macragge's Glory.It was fine on weekdays, but now, looking at this pale face like his own, Phil felt the urge to punch him.

And, Guzman even went on.

"Find an innocent child of the school age, and throw him on that iron bed, let him lie on it, and face the darkness we have seen?" The medical officer shook his head. "The Primarch is above, Terra is above, my life is above"

"Didn't you also throw me up many times?!"

"That was at your request, and you are an adult." The medical officer shook his head and didn't say anything more, but it seemed that he had said everything.

Khalil stared at them silently, with a smile on his lips.
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Conrad Koz frowned silently.

"...In other words, if we want to find out everything about the ceremony before the official conscription and minimize the risk, we must find one or a few children of the right age to come over?"

"One is enough." Khalil narrowed his eyes and shook his head feeling the cold wind blowing on his face. "It is impossible to carry out large-scale conscription now, Conrad, so we only need one. But I suggest you think carefully before making a plan. After all, after taking the oath, he will join the Legion no matter what."

Conrad Koz thought about it in silence, and after a while, he nodded: "Then do it. This matter must be resolved."

Khalil nodded to him, and closed the window of his office - yes, they were not on the Nightfall, but in Nostramo.

This is Conrad Curze's office and study, located in the center of Quintus Hive.It is newly built, but there are some old things in it.Such as a chair, and a heavy door.

However, compared to the heavy door with the shiny imperial fist logo, the treatment of that chair is much more strange.Conrad Koz put it in an obscure corner, which is puzzling.

However, having said that, no one asked the reason.

"Indeed, this matter must be resolved—but before I leave" Khalil turned around. "I have one more thing to discuss with you, Conrad."

"What's the matter?" The Midnight Lord raised his head from the mountain of documents and asked calmly.He doesn't seem to care about the exaggerated number of these documents.

"Don't tell me that their company commanders are fighting each other again. I don't want to deal with similar things again. The last time I found eight company commanders fighting with real swords in the duel cage was enough to give me a headache. "

"No, it has nothing to do with them this time—of course, they have been arguing with each other recently, but as far as the current situation is concerned, the intensity is not high." Khalil replied noncommittally.

Coz snorted softly: "The intensity is not high? Doesn't it mean that the intensity is not high without entering the duel cage with a real sword? The high-ranking officers under me are actually fighting each other over a matter that has not been officially drafted. gone."

He put down the pen in his hand with a headache, stood up and took a sip of the cold water filtered through the water filter. It tasted slightly bitter, not much different from the one he remembered liking.

"What do you want to say, Khalil?" Conrad Curz asked, tilting his head while holding a black water glass in one hand.

"I'm leaving soon." Khalil said slowly - he was not surprised to see Conrad Koz quickly changed his expression in the next few seconds, even standing still. Posture has changed.

His original standing posture was relaxed and natural, but now he looked as if he was threatened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his shoulders were raised.

"Where are you going?" Curz asked.

"Go support one of your brothers, or prevent him from doing something in advance." Khalil spread his hands and replied gently.

"Who?"

"Perturabo—ever heard the name?"

"Fulgrim mentioned it." Conrad Curze put down his water glass, crossed his hands, and started pacing in his office. "He said that Perturabo people are not bad, but their personality is very weird. I asked him why, but he didn't say more, just said, I will understand later."

Odd personality. Khalil couldn't help but think of Malcador's evaluation of this son of Olympia whom he hadn't met yet, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart, which made him sigh involuntarily.

"It seems that my guess back then was indeed correct." He chuckled lightly. "Among your brothers, there are only a few normal people, and the normal level is also limited."

"You can just say Roger Dorn directly." Curz said angrily. "But you just mentioned support, so, this is going to be another war with us?"

"Probably so."

"Then, this is legion affairs." Curz nodded sharply. "That is to say, you need human support—don't shake your head in a hurry, I know you want to shake your head, and every time you want to deny me, you will glance to your left."

"Is there?" Khalil raised his eyebrows and deliberately glanced to the right.

Conrad Koz covered his forehead angrily, and sighed: "Stop joking, Khalil, I'm not in the mood to joke now. God knows how you will come back this time? I don't want to see you again Once your bones, I'm sure Jairzinho doesn't want to either."

The instructor of Midnight Blade looked away calmly and did not answer Conrad Curz's words.

"Anyway—" Conrad Coates said gravely. "——This is the affairs of the Legion, and I have the final say on the affairs of the Legion. I will allocate three Dalians to you, no, five, and you will go there directly on the Nightfall."

Khalil turned his gaze back in surprise.

"What?" Curz picked up the water glass again, and even smiled.

"You think I'm going to ask myself to go with you, don't you? I don't, Khalil, I know what I'm supposed to do now. Besides, that order doesn't mention me, does it? Otherwise you wouldn't I will only say that I will support myself."

Khalil raised the corner of his mouth and deliberately elongated his tone: "Alright then."

".Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"I was going to ask you if you would come with me," Khalil said. "However, since the awareness of the legion master is so high."

"You—" Conrad Koz frowned suddenly, but he still didn't say anything after all.He could see the smile in Khalil's eyes and another emotion, even if there was some anger before, it was gone now.

At this moment, Conrad Koz is not feeling angry or other negative emotions, he is just slightly sad.

And he didn't even know where the sadness came from.

"Go." He whispered. "There's no need to try to reassure me, I'm no longer the Night Haunter and I can't leave Nostramo during this time."

He raised his head and looked at Khalil, staring at him, while the latter stood there quietly, still smiling.

"But I have a request."

"Speak, Lord of the Legion."

"You are not allowed to leave us to fight alone like last time." Conrad Koz said seriously. "That's all I want, Khalil."

"Okay." Khalil nodded obediently. "Obey, Lord of the Legion."

　There is also a chapter of 3k. I tried to write a two-in-one, but failed. Today is a good day. I don’t want to talk too much. I may write a long chapter in the next chapter. I am sometimes Can't stop writing
　　
　
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