40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 186 11. Making a Vow (End)

Cross your arms, lift your right index finger slightly, and land on your arm.The rhythmic soft sound is so obvious in the quiet corridor, and the Nightblades' 'office' inherits the special feature of the Nightshade - quiet, extremely quiet, and often like a mist escaping.

The former can still be explained, while the latter has gone beyond the category that ordinary physics can classify and summarize, and can only be attributed to some special connection or influence.But, anyway.
Khalil turned his head and glanced at Conrad Koz: "Are you nervous, Legion Commander?"

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Curz exhaled slowly, "Of course I want to say that I'm not nervous."

Khalil smiled with the most obvious smile: "There is nothing to be nervous about. Yago Savitarion's operation went very successfully."

Yes, very successful, as long as you ignore the miserable appearance of the boy tied to the iron bed in the room at the moment.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the dark ceiling.The masseter muscles were exerted naturally, and the sound of the teeth rubbing against each other was transmitted to the outside of the corridor through the microphone, which was clearly visible.

The muscles all over his body were tense, and this level has far exceeded the limit of muscle tension during ordinary people's sports, and it has become an almost supernatural phenomenon.

The medical officer looked at this scene worriedly——as a doctor's instinct, he couldn't help thinking of "rescue" for the scene in front of him, but he knew very well that now was not the time for the medical officer.

He turned his head to look at their chief think tank, and the third company commander, Phil Zalost, was closing his eyes tightly at the moment.Blue light escaped from under his pale eyelids, making the eyelids almost transparent, and the capillaries were clearly visible on them.

Feier breathed heavily, his psionic energy was being swallowed by the formation that was only separated by a wall.In the room, the flames were raging, and the crimson light flickered under the darkness of darkness, looming.

At this moment, it had only been twelve minutes since Yago Sevetarion's No. 20 surgery began.

How long will it take?

Phil Zalost doesn't have an answer, Jairzinho Guzman doesn't have an answer, and Konrad Koz doesn't have an answer -- so, does Khalil Rojales have one?
Yes, but no one asked him.

But they don't need to ask either.

Khalil just needs to stand there.Stand there calmly and confidently.No talking, not even body language.As long as he was still watching through the bulletproof glass, they didn't have any questions to ask.

This kind of rare trust is incomprehensible to most people. After all, if there is an answer to a question, most people will want to find out. However, this is not the case in the Nightblade.

They've figured it out.

Yes, there are many questions in this world that have answers, but these answers, you'd better not look for them.

"There are still 2 minutes." Khalil said suddenly. "Get ready, Jairzinho."

The doctor nodded silently.
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Sevita could hear herself screaming.

He screamed because he was being burned by the flames.He was chained in the air, and his limbs were firmly bound.It seems to be hoisted, and it seems to be simply bound.Sevita moved his fingers lightly, feeling a burning sensation coming from his fingertips.

The same was true for his heart, which hurt extremely, as if someone was stabbing him with a knife.In the freezing heat, he felt like he was being murdered.Or maybe it's being cut in half.

Half of him is rational and cold, while the other half howls with rage.This feeling was so wonderful that Sevita couldn't figure out whether it was an illusion or real.

What he experienced today has far exceeded the limit that a 15-year-old child can bear. He should be broken and broken, that's right.But he didn't, and the reason was very weird, so weird that Sevita even wanted to laugh a little.

——How do you want to make a person who has already gone crazy go crazy again?
There was sudden silence, and Sevatar slowly exhaled the last breath of air from her lungs.

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, and his eyeballs that had turned into ashes fell from their sockets.In a trance, a strong premonition approached him.He felt something familiar about it, something similar to seeing those ghosts in the past, but also different.

This time, the feeling was stronger, as if someone was hitting his chest with a hammer.There was a sense of fullness in his empty eyelids, and the eyeballs were reborn, but they were half cold and half hot.

A giant in armor the color of the midnight sky suddenly appeared before him.

Lightning lines danced on the surface of the armor bound by the golden edge.His helmet was hideous, like a skull-like mask, and his eyes were scarlet, reflecting the miserable appearance of the boy when he was hoisted up.

Who are you?Sevtar asked reluctantly.

"I shouldn't be here," said the giant, with a bit of bitter sinking in his voice, and a kind of mean indifference.

"To be honest, I really shouldn't be here. But, who made the concept of time not exist in subspace at all?"

He shrugged, approached the boy, tapped his forehead with one hand, and smiled maliciously: "So that's how it feels."

Don't hit me on the head!Sevtar bared his teeth at him with a threatening face.

"I'm going to knock." The giant laughed lowly. "Okay, kid, stop pretending you're tough. You're scared to death right now, and I know it."

I'm not afraid!
"Yeah, yeah" the giant nodded perfunctorily, and took off his helmet.

He had a very pale face, with fine features, but always mean.There are three distorted scars on his left eye, cheekbone and cheek.The line across his lips made him look like he was baring his teeth all the time, giving the illusion of a sneer.

For some reason, Sevtar felt familiar to him.

"Ah" the pale giant shook his head nostalgically, put the helmet under his arm, and took a deep breath. "I really miss this place, the White Mountain, the City of the Dead, the Altar of the End"

He snickered and tapped Sevatar's forehead with his finger again.This time it was a little harder, and Sevita couldn't help but let out a low growl from his throat.

The giant raised his eyebrows, and took two steps back pretending to be surprised: "Oh, you don't mean to bite me, do you? Just to remind you, kid, this armor is made of pure gold, your teeth are not as hard as it."

After he finished speaking, he even tapped his shoulder armor with his fingers to prove it.The sound of metal knocking against each other was very low, and Sevtar noticed that there was a skull with tears streaming from its eyes on the right shoulder armor he was knocking on.

The giant noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and actually started to explain.

"The sigil represents my company, and it's called 'Blood and Tears.' It's an unlucky name, though, to be honest." He shrugged.

"If only I could tell you who made those tears, boy, but unfortunately I can't. Because—well, how do you say that? By the way, I'm a man of principle."

He laughed, but there was no smile on his face: "I'm a very principled person, so I don't want to tell you how it came about."

Do you think I want to know?Sevtar replied angrily.His attention had been attracted by this person who appeared out of nowhere, and the pain could no longer occupy his main attention.At this moment, he was staring at this pale man, showing great anger.

But the giant suddenly restrained his smile.

"If you can." He whispered. "I'll tell you everything, but I can't, Yago Sevtarion. I'm in a world that's the best they've ever earned for us. I can't let their sacrifice be done for my own sake reduced to nothing."

He raised his head and looked at the dark ceiling in the palace.

"I have lost count," said the Giant softly. "I'm never going to be on Terra again, how the hell have I been here?"

He lowered his head nervously, and started stroking the wound on his face with the metal gauntlet, with a thoughtful expression.Sevtar looked at him angrily, his hands and feet danced, and the iron chain rattled.

If you really have nothing to do here and are even willing to pretend to be a lunatic, you might as well let me go!

"I cannot," said the giant simply. "I can't put you down because it's part of the oath. Each of us has a different oath, though roughly the same—"

He shrugged again.

"Vengeance, hatred, stuff like that, but the process of our vows is different. Some people gain something in the process, and some people lose something in the process. As for you, child."

He sighed: "You gain the most, but you also lose the most."

What are you talking about?

"I am talking to myself," replied the giant with a smile. "Also, do you know the best part? It's that you won't remember my existence at all, and you won't remember it until a long, long time later. So, I can talk nonsense to you now."

Laughing, he stretched out his finger again and tapped the boy on the forehead.This blow was very heavy, so heavy that Sevita was so angry that his face was hideous.

"But I still can't say those things." The giant changed his expression in an instant, his face was full of sadness, and his tone was low.

Sevtar had to admit that he was almost pissed off—what the hell was going on with all this?Was this giant one of those ghosts too?Did he come here to amuse him?

The boy angrily shook the chain and tried to punch the giant.The giant smiled slightly, and actually lowered his body and put his cheek next to Sevita's clenched right fist.

"Two more minutes," he said. "You are about to wake up, and the moment you wake up, you will see the wailing of many souls, and the four bastards who are playing with their fate behind the scenes. You cannot escape this process, Yago Sevtarion , none of us can escape."

He reached out and knocked on the chain. "These flames will help you resist many things in the future, one of which is what you are about to see, so relax and enjoy these last 2 minutes with me."

He stared at Sevita, shook his head, his face suddenly changed.His face was stained with blood, and his chest and abdomen were pierced by five ferocious sharp claws.

He knelt down on the ground with his eyes blank, and tapped Sevita's forehead with his fingers for the last time, his voice murmured, but it rang clearly in the boy's ears.

"This is the moment." He said softly. "You will remember everything at this moment. Then"

He struggled to stand up, a grin suddenly appeared on his face.

"And then I'll go out and kill the Word Bearers son of a bitch. Wake up, Jago Sevtarion."

When the voice fell, he disappeared.Sevita's body began to tremble, violently.

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