40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 185 10. Make an oath ([-])

Something is burning.

And Sevtar could smell it clearly.

His surroundings are not silent, it can even be called noisy—the soft voices spreading from all directions are as unbearable as a gust of wind and rain beating on iron sheets, and it will be disturbing after only a few seconds Confused.

The boy took a deep breath, and then the second, and the third, and again and again, like some kind of beast greedy for air, he was constantly craving, unsatisfied, and forever greedy.

But this is not out of some kind of desire, but out of his eagerness to calm down.

- He must calm down.

Yago Sevtarion didn't understand his current situation, he didn't know what the so-called city of the dead was, and he didn't understand what the altar of the end was.At this moment, there was only one thing that he knew, understood, understood clearly.

He needs to calm down, or he will go crazy.

There was no other reason. For the first time in his life, those voices, those voices belonging to the ghosts, were heard clearly by him, and he could hear them clearly.

Take the voice closest to him, which undoubtedly belonged to a woman, and there was a strong breath between the speeches.She was talking to Sevtar in a chatty tone, very fast and hissing.

"Why am I the one who died? Why don't those people who kill people everywhere die?"

How would I know?
Savita resisted the urge to curse back, and began to force himself to continue to take a deep breath.But he couldn't do it, because there were more voices oppressing, like a storm.A storm of the dead alone.

"I just want to go home. Why do they drag me around the city with a chain and drag me on a motorcycle? My back is worn out and it hurts so much."

"Why did that man stab me with a knife? I don't know him, why did he do that? Ah... I seem to be bleeding?"

"Stop skinning me, my lord, please, please, kill me."

"They're going to eat me!"

"I'm so hungry. Why isn't mom back?"

Sevtar trembled and closed his eyes and covered his ears, trying to block the cruel and twisted words, but he failed to do so.The dead didn't let him go just like that, and more pictures rushed straight ahead.

These images are even more unbearable than the mere babbling before death.

He saw people hanged, people cut alive on planks in butcher shops, orphans starved to death at home, workers beaten to death in the streets for no apparent reason.
Shout, howl, ask.

Why?They asked silently, why is this happening to us?
Sevatar opened his eyes suddenly, and blood spilled from between his lips and teeth.

He had just bit off the tip of his tongue, and his own flesh was swollen and bloody in his mouth, but Sevita was still grinding the torn flesh with his teeth.

The corners of his mouth twitched in pain, but that didn't stop him from moving on.The dark ruins are empty, and the only light source is some flickering street lamps.The pain still lingers, but Sevita has maintained a certain degree of sobriety and reason.

do not ask me.he spoke to the darkness.I don't know the answer either.

He just keeps going.The further he went, the more obvious the burning smell was, blowing in the howling wind, entering Sevita's nostrils with pure violence.

The smell was bad, bad enough to make Sevtar ignore the looming shadows in the darkness.Skinned corpses, children covered in blood, women without arms and legs, men with empty eye sockets
Seeing these things made Sevita feel double pain. This pain was different from the numbness that was spreading in his mouth at the moment, but another form of pain.It was teasing, stroking his eyeballs gently, making nerves twitch.

Sevtar kept blinking his eyes, trying to get rid of the pain, but he couldn't succeed because it was impossible for him to close his eyes anymore.

In other words, even with his eyes closed, he can see all of this.Where he is he doesn't need vision.

He walked silently in the darkness, his limbs and bones felt numb, and the cold oppressed everything he had.

The white robes could not withstand the cold, nor could his body temperature.At this moment, there was only one place on his body that still had warmth - his chest.

The chest on which the scroll of parchment rests.

It became scalding hot, but it gave Sevatar what little comfort she had left.He stopped where he was, took out the parchment roll, and began to read the words on it again.

"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.”

Pale Mountain
Amid the murmurs of the dead, Sevatar silently approached the next streetlight.He lowered his head, stepped into the faint light, and continued to read the parchment in his hand.

City of the Dead. So, this city is full of dead people?Sevtar was panting like asthma, he raised his head and looked around.The shadowy shadows and the ruins made him feel a little funny, so he really laughed out—"City?"

His voice began to echo in the darkness.

"Is this a city?" He swallowed his own blood inarticulately. "Stop buzzing, you dead people go to those who killed you? Go to them!"

Panting heavily, he clutched the parchment roll tightly in his hand.It started to heat up, getting hotter, making his skin hiss and white smoke coming out.But the boy was completely unmoved.

He acted as calm and indifferent as if he didn't feel pain at all - and crazy.

In fact, madness is the main thing.

"Go to those who killed you!" he yelled vaguely. "You have all become ghosts, what are you afraid of? You can hang up those bastards and eat them, just like they eat you!"

Sevita smiled without a hint of a smile.

"Stop bothering me anymore, you group of incompetent cowards go find them and take revenge!"

His rage and madness seemed to briefly frighten the ghosts - in short, there was no sound in the darkness for a long time.

Sevita fell to his knees, his heart and muscles were beating at the same speed, every nerve was tense, he was still biting his broken tongue, but he felt an unprecedented peace in his heart.

until a voice sounded.

"Because we are already dead," one man said softly. "A dead person cannot leave unless given permission."

"Allowed? Fuck, are you telling me a joke?" Sevita yelled at him, shaking his fists. "You are dead, who else are you going to listen to? You idiot, come here!"

The dead man obeyed very obediently, but Sevtar actually didn't know why he suddenly asked him to 'come over'. His reason seemed to be disconnected, or madness had the upper hand.

In short, the boy is now well aware that his state is abnormal, but he needs this abnormality.

He had to let his reason go away for a while.

Sevatar began to observe the ghost coming out of the darkness, whose face was extremely ferocious.

He has no eyes, tongue and jaw, and the remaining half of his face seems to have been thrown into some machine and stirred for a long time.He stood crookedly, and some chains wrapped around him, piercing deeply into the flesh.

"You said you were dead?" Sevtar glared at him. "Which dead man still bleeds?"

"This is the city of the dead, boy." The man replied hollowly, which sounded like an explanation, but it didn't solve anything at all.

Sevita sticks out her tongue, exposing the almost completely bitten front end to the air: "Don't call me a child, do you know who I am?"

"I do not know."

"I'm Jago Sevtarion." The boy raised his chin and smiled arrogantly and comically. "I'm a reserve of the Emperor's Eighth Legion, the Nightblades, one of the Astartes under Conrad Curze. You're in trouble, understand?"

"I don't understand." The ghost looked at him blankly, his figure erratic.

"That's right, you are dead after all." Sevita shrugged pretendingly. "But I can forgive you. After all, I'm already a reserve soldier. Why bother with you dead people? So stop fucking talking to me."

He stood up and pointed to his eyes: "Did you see that? I'm almost driven crazy by you, and my eyes hurt to death because I have been watching you die. And my ears are also what you So much talk? Do all dead people talk so much?"

The ghost silently nodded to him, opened its mouth, and its decayed and pitch-black teeth were looming: "Hatred. Driven us to do this."

"Then go get revenge!" Sai Weita growled.

"No," said the ghost. "The grievances have been washed away, the hatred has been wiped out with blood, but we need more."

He reached out a hand and firmly grasped Sevita's right hand.The feeling of being in contact with a ghost is almost the same as being cut into the body by a knife blade. Sevita gritted his teeth grimly, and felt that someone had stabbed his right forearm with a knife, and it was still stirring.

"We want more." The ghost whispered, and pulled Sevtar out of the light. "We are dead, and they are dead, but there are still many nobles and gangs in this world who are not dead."

"There are no nobles and gangs left on Nostramo!" Sevtar yelled at him.

"There are other places," said the ghost.He turned sideways, and another dead man stepped out.He has gray hair, a strong body, black and white eyes, and has nothing in common with the Nostramo.

"Like where he came from." The ghost grabbed Savita and pulled him up from the ground.The pain coming from his right hand became more severe and obvious.

"Where he came from were slave owners, Yago Sevtarion of the Midnight Blade. Those slave owners killed him and turned his children into monsters. Do you understand, Yago Sevtarion Talion? There are many worlds, and many nobles, gangs, slave owners"

"And they're not dead, unlike us, they're not dead. Why are they alive and why aren't they dead?"

"How the hell do I know?" Sevita smiled numbly. "What's the use of telling me this?"

"Useful, from Jago Sevtarion of the Night's Blade."

The ghost let go.

"You can avenge us."

"Revenge against whom?"

"Those people." The ghost answered with overwhelming hatred.His voice began to blur and change, becoming the voice of 1000 million people speaking together, like thunder, shaking endlessly.

"The ones who create more ghosts, the ones who kill people for fun, the ones who tear people apart and destroy their families. You can avenge us, Yago Sevtarion."

"What good do I do?" Sevita took a breath of cold air with great effort, his voice was hollow, and there was nothing in his eyes. "Let's talk about this first. What's the benefit of me avenging you? You can't let me work in vain."

The boy finally felt a little relieved.

What a joke - if people like that exist, they shouldn't be alive in the first place.Even if the ghosts didn't ask for it, he would have done so after joining the Legion.In fact, he decided to join the Legion only after hearing that it could be done.

It was a hasty decision, and it could have been a bad decision, and Sevtar couldn't find a reason why he couldn't find an explanation for it.He didn't know why he had agreed to join, but he did now.

Some things don't need a reason at all.

Why the fuck?Those people are damned.

They just deserve to die.

But he had to go to the Altar of the End. If he couldn't get there, he wouldn't be able to complete this truly god-awful 'No. 20 surgery', and he wouldn't be able to join the legion.
So, Yago Savitarion used his little street cunning as always.

However, the ghost did not promise him anything.

"No reward," he said, his eye sockets empty. "We are dead, and we cannot promise you anything, Jago Sevtarion. And you need no reward."

Sevtar was almost amused—"What kind of bad joke are you talking about? Of course I need a reward or reward. I'm going to end the altar!"

"You are already here." The ghost replied in a low voice.

The next second, the wind howled, and the thunder made the dark sky bright as day. The burning smell finally reached its peak, rushing towards my face, filling my lips, tongue, nose, and ears.Sevatar's eyes widened and he realized that everything was gradually disappearing.

Invisibly, the ruins and ghosts disappeared, replaced by a barren and muddy land. Sevita looked up and saw five rough and huge stone pillars.They set up a palace in which no light existed, but from within came the smell of burning.

He lowered his head, looked to his right hand, and the parchment scroll unfolded by itself at this moment.It was as hot as magma, and black flames danced wildly on it.

"Get ready, you will face the truth, Jago Sevtarion."

　Yes, code
　　I rewrote it three times and finally got it out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)