40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 184 9. Make an oath ([-])

"Last question." Jairzinho Guzman tapped his fingers on the metal iron bed without emotion. "Reserve Jago Sevtarion, how do you feel?"

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"Answer me, Reserve. Otherwise I'll assume you're ready."

The boy nodded silently.

At this moment, he was wearing a straitjacket, lying on the cold iron platform, with a tense expression.

Of course it was impossible to say that he wasn't nervous—why wasn't he nervous?

He agreed to Khalil's words and became a reserve soldier, but he still knew little about the things around him and was confused.Moreover, just two short hours later, he was already lying in a dark room.

His hands and feet were bound, and the iron platform was as cold as a dead body, which not only made him very uncomfortable, but also made him unable to feel his back.He feels like he's been sweating, but he has no proof of that.

"Very good." The medical officer walked up to him and tapped his forehead with his fingers.For some reason, he was wearing iron gloves, and the touch of metal made Sevita feel a pain in his forehead.

"You already know what's going to happen, right? Reserve?"

"No. 20 operations?" Sevita turned his neck and looked at the medical officer.

The latter's gaze was still emotionless, and he just nodded slowly: "Yes, surgery No. 20 is also your first surgery."

"Will I be cut open?"

"Not for now."

"Then what will you do to me?"

"I won't do anything to you, reserve, you haven't reached the stage where you want me to perform surgery for you." Jairzinho grinned, the smile was very cold, and he tapped Sai Wei again with his fingers. The forehead of the tower is stronger than before.

"And the most important thing you should do now is not to ask questions, but to shut up and wait quietly."

"Will shutting up make me pass the surgery?"

"uncertain."

"Then why should I shut up?" Sevtar stared at him. "You keep hitting my forehead, why? Chief Medical Officer Jairzinho Guzman? Is there something wrong with my forehead?"

"Perhaps." The medical officer stared back, his voice became very soft. "But I'm still not sure whether you have a forehead problem or a brain problem."

"Would you like to confirm?"

"Not for now, I'm afraid I'll be infected by you, reserve." Jairzinho lowered his head and pressed a button on the side of the iron platform.

It began to change angles, taking Seveta from lying flat to standing upright.He didn't really touch the ground, his feet were suspended in the air, and the iron platform itself matched with the restraint jacket, binding him firmly.For a moment, Sevtar almost thought he was lying in a coffin.

Of course, this did not prevent him from refuting the medical officer's words.

"I don't have any infectious diseases. This is what you said yourself before, respected medical officer."

"I make mistakes too."

Jairzinho once again glanced at the recruit who talked a little too much, and suddenly felt funny.

"Save your energy and stay calm, reserve. I really don't hate this kind of personal attack on you, but do you really think I can't see that you are nervous? Shut up and wait quietly for a while."

Sevtar did as he was told, and he was really silent for a while before speaking again—stuttering.

"It's so cold." He shivered, his teeth chattering and his eyes rolled up. "Why is it so cold, doctor?"

"Just be cold," Jairzinho Guzman said deadpan.

He turned his head and looked at a pair of bright eyes in the darkness.Phil stepped out and nodded at him.They went out of the room, leaving the cold and loneliness inside to Yago Sevtarion to bear.And there were already two people waiting in the aisle for a long time.

They are the same height, similar appearance, even the same standing posture.At this moment, they are observing the inside through the bulletproof glass.

Fell approached them and reported in a low voice. The chief think tank's voice sounded very different from what he used to, with a coldness that came from nowhere, as cold as his eyes with blue light at the moment.

"Everything is fine, Primarch, Instructor. Reserve Yago Sevtarion is already dreaming."

"So fast?" Conrad Coates raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised. "I thought he would wait a little longer before falling asleep."

"Fast is a good thing," Khalil said to Fair. "How, the feeling of manipulating the ritual?"

"Very strange." Fair replied slowly.

"I don't know how to describe this feeling, instructor. The formations themselves are craving spiritual energy to light them up, and I seem to be just a generator. I can feel the spiritual energy leaving my body and entering the ritual formation. and gradually building up to sleep. But beyond that, I can't do much more."

Khalil nodded to him: "This is enough, Feier. This is the best."

He turned his head back, and behind the bulletproof glass, a dark but scarlet light was already lit.

Conrad Koz closed his eyes, folded his arms, and tensed his muscles.

Good luck to you, reserve Jago Sevtarion.He said silently in his heart.
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As always, cold, never-ending cold.

The wind without emotion and perception blows indifferently from the far side of the pale world, everything is silent, even the sound of wind does not exist at all.Sevita was wrapped in the cold, but he didn't particularly care.

He could clearly feel that he was dreaming, which was weird, but it didn't prevent him from being shocked by the scene in the dream.

In front of him was a majestic mountain range, covered in thick white ash, making everything seem to have only one color, one color.And this color is lifeless and instinctively uncomfortable.

Are those things ashes?He asked himself, and then immediately overturned this idea in a few seconds - no, no, not Ashes.

Yes. Ashes.

Yes, ashes.

Sevtar started to walk forward.He still remembers what happened before. Chief Medical Officer Jairzinho Guzman said that he will undergo the No.20 operation, and this No.20 operation is actually his first operation.

Sevtar didn't understand why they reversed the order, but he seemed to catch some subtle threads now.

He walked forward along the mountains, and the surrounding was silent, extremely quiet.Sevtar tried to make some noise by walking, but he failed.Even if he stomped his feet deliberately, no sound was born in this pale world.

The boy let out a breath of anxiety, and instinctively wanted to wriggle his fingers to relieve this anxiety.It was a habit he used to do whenever he felt uneasy—and this time, he succeeded.

Savita immediately realized that the question was wrong.

Isn't he wearing a straitjacket?His hands were crossed and tied together, there was no way to pull each other
He lowered his head and stared, only to realize that the clothes on his body had undergone a complete change.At this moment, he was wearing a white robe with bandages on his hands and feet.His boots were also white and looked brand new.

Sevita squatted down and touched it, the touch from his fingertips was very dry, he felt that it was like some kind of skin.He stood up again, feeling a shaking in his waist.

Sevita reached out and touched a water jug ​​hanging from his waist, as well as a scroll of paper that looked very old.Its surface is so rough that it feels like your fingers are almost hurt.

Sevita took down the kettle silently, shook it, but did not hear the shaking sound, but the quality of the kettle itself had already told him something.He unscrewed the screw cap and took a small sip.

The water itself had no taste, but it was pretty good compared to the water he'd been able to drink in the past.Savita immediately covered the knob and hung the kettle back on his waist.He took the parchment again, spread it out, and began to read.

"Cross the White Mountain to the City of the Dead, Argo Severtarion."

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Sevatar frowned.

Eternal night, what does that mean?
He pursed his lips, looking a little annoyed.But he still put away the parchment roll, put it in his chest, and started walking forward.

The mountains were silent, so quiet that it was a little weird, but Sevita walked forward regardless.At the beginning, the road was relatively smooth, but it quickly became rough.The slope rises steeply and starts to get more and more intense.

Sevita also changed from a simple walk to a difficult walk. In the end, he was almost crawling and needed the assistance of his hands to continue upward.It takes a lot of energy for him to crawl forward for a small distance.

He tried to rest for a while, but the rest did not restore his physical strength.He also raised his head to see how far he was from the top of the mountain, but no matter how hard he tried, the distance on this road didn't seem to shrink in the slightest.

The boy stopped in frustration, grabbed the side of the surprisingly steep road with one hand, and took out the kettle with the other hand.He bit the screw cap with his teeth and took a second sip of water after that.

In an instant, Sevita's spirit was refreshed, and the physical exhaustion disappeared in an instant.

--what's the situation?
He puzzled and put the screw cap of the kettle on again with his teeth, after all, he still didn't put into practice the idea of ​​taking another sip to try.Doing so might answer his question, but it might not.

Rather than wasting a sip of hard-won precious water for the answer to a question, Savita felt that he should keep the answer to this question.

He began to continue upwards, and the assisted crawl finally turned into a climb after a certain point.Sevita sensed this through the changes in slope and gravity, but he didn't turn his head to look back to confirm whether his perception was correct.

What a joke.
Yago Sevtarion licked his chapped lips angrily, tasting the blood that remained on them.

Looking back now is no different from committing suicide—he will not test his willpower for no reason, it’s okay if he doesn’t watch it, if he does, God knows if he still has the courage to continue this climb?
After all, he still has a city of the dead to go to.

The boy gasped, took a deep breath and began to continue upward.There was not much water left in the kettle, and he was well aware of it.It weighed less than before, and he had to get over the mountain before the water in it dried up completely.
If he couldn't, he would surely die.

Sevtar wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't think he deserved to die here.So he kept going upwards, cursing inwardly in the process.

After a period of time, his fingers began to become sore and numb, and every effort he made would cause pain in his wrist and forearm.His legs, too, flexed and flexed into a horrible torture.

His knees began to protest, and his muscles swelled, pounding along with his heart.Panting heavily, he stopped, took down the kettle with trembling hands, and drank the last sip of water.

This saliva smelled of blood and was unspeakably bitter, as if it were the embodiment of pain and was unpalatable, but Savita swallowed it hard.

There was a burning pain at the mouth of his throat, and in contrast, his hands were beginning to become more and more stable.

Sevita bit the water bottle, took a deep breath, and continued to climb upwards.

He no longer looked up to observe, and he had no water to drink - he crawled, non-stop.He was furious, in great pain, and his muscles seemed to be torn, but he still forced himself to climb.

There was a strange willpower bound to this body that made him refuse to stop.

Why stop?
damn it.

Yago Sevtarion cursed in his heart—why should I stop?You bastards, you threw me into this kind of ghost place, and you still call this surgery?

I think your brains should be operated on most!Let the medical officer who saw the ghost come for the first person!Inexplicably, he kept tapping my forehead with his fingers. Did he use my forehead as a table? !

Before he knew it, he had actually forgotten the fact that this was a dream, and began to devote himself wholeheartedly into it.

He was angry, sleepy, exhausted, in pain, and confused. He didn't know when this climb would end. He opened his mouth and took another deep breath, but because of this movement, the water bottle was released from his already stiff masseter muscles. time slipped.

Sevita sneered, without saying a word, the turbulent emotions in his heart surpassed a certain limit at this moment, and he finally roared out.

"asshole!"

He hissed and roared towards this seemingly endless mountain, his voice resounded in the originally silent mountain, echoing endlessly, like thunder.And he himself didn't notice it at all.

With red eyes, he continued to climb, resentful—and then, in the next second, what he saw suddenly twisted.An extremely strong sense of weightlessness came, causing him to scream uncontrollably.
He fell and returned abruptly to the ground.

There is no pain, only a sense of peace of mind after landing safely.Sevita blinked, got up from the ground, and saw a ruin shrouded in darkness.There was a faint light flickering in front of him, what looked like a street lamp.

The boy lowered his head silently and began to feel his body, and he quickly confirmed one thing.

His injuries and fatigue were all gone, and the parchment scroll on his chest was hot.

He immediately took it out, and the ancient scroll was actually emitting light at this moment, as if burning red.The characters are pitch black, and the edges are twisted like burning, very strange.

"Congratulations, Reserve Yago Sevtarion. You have successfully crossed the Pale Mountain and arrived at the City of the Dead. Next, you need to go through this city to the Altar of the End. There, you will Witness everything.”

again?What are you doing? Is it over?

Sevita's face twitched violently, and he instinctively wanted to curse a few more words, but stopped his mouth immediately.For no other reason than he heard a whisper.This sound was all too familiar to him.

They are not human voices.

Yago Sevtarion silently clenched his fists and began to take a deep breath.

　Also, but it is not recommended to wait, I plan to stay up late today to write tomorrow's update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)