40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 181
"15 years old"

Fair gestured to Jairzinho Guzman: "Is this age a bit old?"

"As long as you are under 17 years old." The medical officer replied.

He was lowering his head, pointing his hands on the data board, and all the equipment in the room moved with his movements.These extremely complicated machines seem to have nothing to do with medical treatment, and they are even frightening to some extent.

It took Guzman 3 minutes to complete a routine inspection of them, and then he raised his head and said the half sentence he had just left.

"You seem worried, Captain Fair."

"Of course I'm worried." Fer folded his hands, the emblem on the cuffs gleaming.

He appeared calm, but the tense muscles told the medical officer his true emotions.

"I raised this matter with the instructor. If something goes wrong, I must take responsibility. Do you understand, Jairzinho?"

"I have no experience with medical malpractice," Guzman replied lightly. "So I don't quite understand what it means to take responsibility, Captain Fair."

".Are you veiled to show off?"

"No, you misunderstood me."

"Bastard, I never misunderstood you." Ferlow cursed, and the expression on the chief think tank's face could almost be described as annoyed.

After that day, they spent another month and a half scouring Nostramo to find the right candidate.With the help of surveillance video, population screening, and some gossip, they managed to find the child, whom they named Yago Sevtarion.

Coincidentally, when the night blades arrived at the third mine, he was lying on the ground twitching, and there were very obvious spiritual phenomena around him.So Jago Sevtarion was immediately brought back.

Everything was going well, but there was one thing that was almost unbearable for Ferzalost.

—he spent too much time with Jairzinho Guzman.It was so long that he finally saw the latter's terrible character.

Moreover, before that, Fair even felt that Jairzinho Guzman was a rare and good medical officer among them.

You know, no matter before or after the name change, the medical officers and pharmacists of the legion are a group of bastards who will laugh at the patients when they treat them.

Only Jairzinho Guzman was different, and because of this, he was jointly elected as the chief medical officer by the company commanders.But now it seems that this guy is probably just hiding deeper.

"You can say whatever you want." Guzman put down the data pad and began to wait in the room.

He leaned leisurely against the wall, his legs stretched forward, one foot dangling on the other, looking very lazy.

"After all, I'm just a little medical officer, how dare I have any complaints about the evaluation of the great Captain Fair Zalost."

"."

The great Captain Phil Zalost closed his mouth sullenly, and began to consider whether he should use psionic spells to teach Guzman a lesson that he would remember deeply.

But his thinking didn't last long, at least, before he came to a conclusion, there was an obvious sound of footsteps in the corridor outside.Very rhythmic and very slight, for the Nightblades, they only need to listen to it for a second to know who is coming.

Jairzinho Guzman immediately resumed his serious stance, picked up the data pad, and began to wait for the door to be opened very professionally.

Fair looked at him with disdain, shook his head to show his disdain, and adjusted the collar and cuffs of his clothes, then walked over and opened the door.

There stood their instructor, Khalil Rohars, with a boy hiding behind him.

"Go in," Khalil said. "The inspection site is here, Yago Sevtarion."

The boy walked out bravely - he thought he had successfully concealed it, but Feier could see his pretentious and stiff attitude at a glance.

The chief think tank let out a snort from his throat: "Boy, don't be so flustered, we don't eat people."

"Not sure." The medical officer said lightly behind him. "Some of our cousins ​​used to enjoy playing with some of their organs."

"Do you have to tear down my platform at this time?" Fer turned around and asked with a fierce expression.

"I'm just telling the truth, Captain Fell." The medical officer shrugged, stepped forward, and led the boy named Yago Severtalion to an iron chair.

It seems that it has nothing to do with comfort at all, but floating above its head, those things like long needles and scalpels held by mechanical arms make it look even more terrifying.

The boy's face twitched obviously, he looked at Fer, then at the medical officer, and finally turned his gaze back to Khalil.

The latter nodded to him: "Is there any problem, Jago Sevtarion?"

"You might as well call me Sevita," the boy muttered. "That's what my friends and people who know me call me, the name I've given myself is too long - am I going to sit on this thing?"

"Yes, Sevtar."

"No, no, I'll ask again." Sevita pointed at the chair, and those gleaming needles and blades seriously. "I want to sit in this... chair?"

"Yes." The doctor said softly. "You have a test to run, son."

"."

Sevita looked at Kalil who was smiling at him speechlessly, then looked up at the medical officer, and sighed resignedly: "You won't cut me open and add something else to it Right? I've heard quite a few stories like this before."

Phil grinned.

He had to admit, he liked the kid - so he decided to spice it up.

"Perhaps," Phil said. "Maybe we'll take you apart and add something to you, but maybe we won't. It's up to you, boy, so sit on it. That chair won't bite you."

"Why don't you sit down yourself?" Sai Weita asked back, his face became even paler.

After half a minute of silence, he sat nimbly on the chair under the watchful eyes of the three giants.He leaned against the cold backrest, clasped his hands tightly on his chest, and breathed rapidly.

"How do you know that I haven't been sitting?" Fer raised his eyebrows and asked.

He stretched out his hand, gently took the boy's two hands, and placed them on the armrests at both ends of the chair.As a result, the bracelet like shackles was immediately pulled out and locked him on it.

Sevita's cheek twitched violently.

When he spoke again, he even had a little vibrato in his voice: "Let's just say that if you really want to cut me up because of those ghosts, I hope you can give me some money when you do it." Narcotics."

"Do you still know about anesthetics?" Jairzinho asked. He lowered his head and tapped back and forth on the data pad. The mechanical arm behind the chair started to work, the needles began to vibrate, and colorful liquids began to appear on the original In the empty needle tube.

Sevita grinned and smiled—he was terrified to death, but he still laughed: "I grew up in a shantytown, I haven't seen anything?"

"Very proud, kid." Phil smiled at him, and tapped Sevita's chest with one finger. "There are so many things you haven't seen. Well, get ready."

what to prepare?Sevtar wanted to ask this question, but his tongue was suddenly paralyzed, as was his teeth, then his eyes, face, and even his whole body—he suddenly couldn't feel these things, only Silence and darkness surrounded him.

He tilted his head, leaned on the chair, lost consciousness, and fell into a coma.Jairzinho lowered his head, raised the room temperature a bit, and at the same time manipulated the chair to make it tilt back a bit more.

Fair took a few steps back, making way for their instructor.

With a blue light in his eyes, Khalil approached the iron chair, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

"Check it out, Jairzinho." He closed his eyes and said softly. "If the two inspections are carried out at the same time, the efficiency will be higher."

"Understood, instructor."
-
cold.

It's really cold. Why is it so cold?
Jago Sevtarion thought with chattering teeth.

He folded his arms and walked forward with his neck shrunk—everything around him was foggy, showing a disgusting texture.He didn't know exactly where this was, but a voice inside him was whispering to him, telling him to move forward.

Sevtar trusted the voice.

He had heard this voice countless times in his past life.

He had heard it when his father had contracted tuberculosis.The voice told him to take his mother away, and he was only three years old at the time and had no idea what it meant.

Later, his father and mother died of tuberculosis on rotten wooden boards beside the street in the shanty town, and the rats ate them up.At that time, Sevtar also heard the voice.

It says it's time for you to leave and give yourself a new name.Although your father and mother are dead, they still have debts, and they still owe the factory a lot of working hours. If you don't leave, you will have no choice but to die in the factory like them.

Sevtar listened to it, for the first time in his life, but definitely not for the last time.

He ran away and took a new name for himself.He hangs out with a group of orphans who steal for a living and aimlessly live and join gangs after a certain age, or simply die inexplicably before then.

Sevtar could have joined the gang a long time ago, but a voice in his heart told him not to.

The voice asked him: You have seen what kind of monsters they are, do you want to become a monster too?
Sevtar didn't answer, but he didn't join the gang either.And then that well-known name came to Quintus hive.

The Vengeful Spirit, that's what it's called, some say it's a ghost coming back from hell, and sooner or later it'll kill everyone.The only reason to kill the gang now is because they killed it.

Others say it's a hero, a person, a monster, a mutant mutant
The workers in the shanty town fabricated countless identities and pasts for it, and no one knew the truth.However, in such an environment, as long as the vengeful spirits exist and continue to kill every night, it has become an incentive for them.

As for Jago Sevtarion, he had seen the Vengeful Spirit with his own eyes, even though it was only a glimpse from a distance, but he was sure it was him.

At that time, the voice in his heart told him that the time had come.

Sevita didn't know what this sentence meant, but after just half a year, everything changed.

"call"

He breathed out a breath of cold air as he recalled these events.

His body could no longer keep warm, and out of natural optimism, Sevita felt that he probably had a few more minutes to live.But he still absorbed enough power from his memories, and he planned to rely on these fleeting temperatures to walk for a while—he didn't know what those people did to him, but
This is still Nostramo after all.

The young boy grinned: who cares about the death of an orphan?On Nostramo, millions of people die every day.One more is not much, and one less is not much.But if you're going to die
Will you avenge me?he asked silently.

The mist was thick, rolling in from all directions, carrying tiny whispers.Sevita knelt on the ground wearily, watching the fog sweeping in, listening to those voices, shook his head helplessly.

"It's about this time." He simply opened his arms. "Can't you let me go and let me be quiet for a while?"

No one answered, only increasingly obvious whispers and wailing.Sevtar lowered his head, panting to recover his strength.He was already so cold that he basically lost most of his body's consciousness. At this moment, he almost felt that he had only one tongue left to move. After an unknown period of time, he spoke again.

"Okay." He looked up. "Then come on, I'm going to die anyway, so there's no need to be afraid of you when I die, come on, you dead bones. I've always been curious, is there anyone I know among you?"

As he spoke, his voice gradually became smaller, and in the end, almost only he himself could hear what he was saying clearly.He fell to his knees, completely unconscious.

Then, a hand pulled him up from the ground.

"Boom--!"

Lightning struck, and thunder resounded.The mist was blown away by the strong wind, and then the raindrops fell, non-stop.The sky was gloomy, surrounded by empty ruins, silent.

Countless shadows stood silently in the darkness.Among them are children who have lost their skin, miners who have lost their bones and coughed blood, women who have been brutally hung up, and workers leaders who have lost their bodies and only their heads remain.
They are dead people.

It is a wronged soul, a ghost, or a dead person without self-awareness.The nightmare that haunted Jago Sevtarion.But now, they just silently stared at a pale-skinned giant and the boy who was being held in his arms.

"It's really interesting." The head that stayed on the ruined road whispered again. "Are you going to give the so-called false light in your mouth to another child?"

"Stop making fun of me." Khalil glanced back at him. "The dead should be quiet."

The head grinned and laughed loudly: "Then you shouldn't be here!"

"I'll be leaving soon."

"Then leave and take him with you." The head said, its empty eye sockets slowly lit up with a cold blue light, and so did all the dead around.Millions of points of light completely illuminate the darkness.The dead began to smile.

"Never come back again, Khalil Rohars," whispered the head. "Also, thank you for avenging us."

Khalil didn't answer, but just carried Jago Sevtarion away.The rainy night blurred his back, making him look both tall and short, as if he was just a shadow.

　This chapter is 4k, and there is another chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)