40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 22 22. The time has come
Looking down on Quintus is not a very pleasant thing.

To Khalil, every corner of the city seemed eerie and eerie.Although he is familiar with every corner of the city, but
He's not used to it, he still can't get used to it.

To make matters worse, this feeling is intensified when looking down from a high altitude.Overlooking happens to be one of the necessary conditions for his work.

By comparison, it's almost as irritating as asking someone who is afraid of heights to fly a plane.

Accompanied by the foul-smelling cold wind blowing, all these things were superimposed tacitly, and they hissed and roared towards Khalil with their unique strong sense of presence.

"I saw it, yes."

Khalil shook his head and murmured.Renewed his pledge to the unnamed dead. "I will not forget my promise."

Standing atop an eerie spire, he began rubbing the blades between his fingers.

The ghost was not behind him. As early as 15 minutes ago, he had disappeared and completely merged into the night.

It only took him a day and a half to learn the skills that Khalil had spent more than ten years practicing, and he fully mastered it.Now, Wraith fully deserves his name.

A midnight ghost.

As long as he thought, no one would be able to find him in such a dark night.This is of great help to his work.Furthermore, in addition to this, the ghost also possesses terrifying strength and speed.

Thinking of this, Khalil smiled silently, and there was an obvious complexity in the smile.Looking down, a slippery fish missed by the ghost is moving.

He exhaled lightly, then stood up and began to move his shoulders and arms.

The clicking sound of bones is endless, and some slight throbbing pains follow.Khalil frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless, but it didn't last long.He quickly returned to his expressionless expression.

He is used to being patient.

Moreover, these pains will not last for too long.

The time is near.

In one leap, Khalil jumped down from the eerie spire, and flitted across the dark sky like a ghost.

Countless small knives were wrapped in the cold wind that hit his face, and they cut his face fiercely.Pain and numbness followed and soon began to torment his body, but the ghost did nothing about it.

He landed lightly, and his feet touched the dirty ground, splashing a puddle of muddy water.The lower corner of the cloak swept over the dirty corner as he walked, and the two sharp knives protruded from his sleeves. He quickly and silently approached the gang members patrolling ahead.

The ghost missed him, but, this time, it didn't matter.

The cold light flashed away, and blood gushed out.The wounded man's eyes widened, but he could not utter a cry of pain and panic—his throat had been slit a huge gap before that.

Two swipes, two wounds, simple math.Life can be taken away with a wave of an arm, so simple that it is frightening.

violence.

The ghost sighed silently.

He pulled out the blade, supported the man, and led him back to the corner just now.After closing a pair of godless eyes, Khalil threw the body into a corner in the darkness.

He doesn't need to deal with the blood left along the way, there are many creatures in the lower hive that crave it.He didn't need to deal with the corpses either, the hungry beasts that were about to move in the dark would naturally follow the smell of blood.

An ecosystem that was constructed by the day after tomorrow.

Cruel, efficient, and very challenging the moral bottom line of human beings.Same with Nostramo, like a ridiculous joke.

Khalil narrowed his eyes, and he heard the faint sound of running overhead.So he calmly took a step to the side, and the next second, a black shadow descended from the sky.

"Khalil" the shadow called him softly. "I'm done."

"Well done, Ghost, but be more careful next time."

Khalil turned his head and pointed at the corpse in the darkness with the blade: "The patrol route must be completely determined. The fourth guard post you dealt with is on his patrol route."

Youhun pursed his lips unwillingly, and wanted to say something more, but Khalil spoke a step ahead.

"No, don't apologize."

"But, I—"

"—don't apologize, ghost."

Looking into his eyes, Khalil shook his head softly and slowly.

"You've officially started working on it, and you're getting the hang of it. So don't apologize to me, I'm not responsible for your work."

"Responsible.?"

Ghost frowned suspiciously, tilted his head, and looked a little frustrated.

"But I'm not doing my best, Khalil."

"Best is a ridiculous word, ghost. Everyone has a different definition of it. You don't need to be the best in my opinion, you just need to have a clear conscience."

As always, the ghost didn't understand him.But he firmly remembered these words.

With a clear conscience.He chewed on the odd word.

There was no equivalent in Nostramo, and Khalil used an eight-syllable combination to express exactly what he meant.

The ghost recited it silently, and suddenly felt a strange tremor in the next moment.

The source of this feeling is undetectable, as if from the void.But Ghost was really hit by it, his breathing was as usual, quiet and cautious, but the dead stillness in his eyes began to stir again.

—until a hand grasped his wrist.

Ghost lowered his head tremblingly, and saw two blue lights flashing away.

"You have to learn to reject them, ghost," Khalil said in a low voice. "This instinct, talent, or curse that can see the future for a short time depends on you to exist, and you are its master."

He let go of his hand and said calmly: "Master it, okay?"

Ghost nodded in a daze, and even forgot to ask Kalil why he knew he had this ability.

Silence fell, the cold wind blew, and there was no one in the empty alley.At the corner of the dirty wall, dense shadows crawled past, and after a while, there was a subtle chewing sound.
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Returning to the gargoyle again, overlooking the square below, Kalil frowned involuntarily.

The place where they worked in the first half of the night was not the square that would obviously be used for preaching, so doing something here now is no different from trying to scare the snake away.

Before the main show begins, it is a good choice to use some gangs at the other end of the city to practice.

After all, the big purge was approaching, and the gangs all started curfews in their own territory, setting up sentries and patrol routes.

"Their numbers are wrong."

Khalil spoke in a low voice, he didn't actually need to talk about the process of thinking.He is already familiar with this kind of thing.

However, someone will need this kind of thinking from the shadows.

The man was crouching behind the gargoyle now, listening quietly.

"This kind of firepower arrangement has nothing to do with the security of the propaganda, ghosts, they obviously came with other intentions."

Khalil paused, and he set his sights on the center of the square.Unknowingly, there has been an extra delicate metal podium, and the coat of arms of the Skelevoker family is shining on the front, which is particularly conspicuous.

Even the coat of arms has to be made into a shining style, it's really exaggerated, but... so many people have been arranged in advance
Already noticed something?

Khalil narrowed his eyes and silently raised his vigilance.He cautiously and carefully scanned the rooms with closed windows, then the empty square and every gloomy path around.

However, he was unable to come up with any other evidence.

There was nothing to support his dire conjecture except the apparent wrongness of the numbers.

"Khalil?"

At this moment, Ghost opened his mouth softly.

"what happened?"

"I feel it," Ghost said hesitantly. "There's something wrong."

Khalil frowned sharply.

Naturally, he wouldn't take the 'something wrong' in Ghost's mouth as a conclusion about the situation below. Ghost hasn't learned how to distinguish the malice hidden in these details.

But that didn't mean he was going to ignore the ghost's words.

"It happened again?"

Khalil turned his head and asked seriously: "Twice in a short period of time? Is there a precedent before, Ghost? How do you feel now?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes had already lit up with a blue light.

"No, no!" Ghost hurriedly stopped. "No, I just felt like someone was—"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence.

And Khalil saw that Ghost's expression suddenly became ferocious at this moment.The next moment, his perception of time was slowed down, and a second was strangely broken at this moment.

Khalil could have left the spot immediately.However, for some reason, he chose to stop where he was.

Specter let out a low growl, quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed Kalil's hand, and then jumped up extremely quickly.

——Then, the broken time is glued together.

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot rang out, breaking the silence in the second half of the night.The gang didn't respond.
A huge bullet came lasing, turning the gargoyle they had just squatted into broken powder flying in the air.

The ghost led him away from the place quickly with a few vertical jumps, and Kalil turned his head silently, just in time to see a pitch-black gun barrel retracted from under the podium.

interesting.

He laughed silently.

Half a minute later, they stopped at the top of a church a few hundred meters away from the square.Ghost put him down and looked at him worriedly, panting heavily, the beating sound of his heart was very obvious.

He didn't speak, but the problem was already showing on his face.

And Khalil also knew that with Specter's physical strength, he would not feel tired from the few jumps just now.

"I'm fine." Khalil replied softly. "However, the leader of the Scolewalker family does not seem to be such a patient person, ghost."

Ghost nodded silently, he didn't understand what Khalil was metaphorizing.His expression is obviously ferocious at the moment, and a kind of anger is slowly flowing on it.

"Calm down." Khalil smiled slightly. "Remember what I taught you, ghost?"

After a long silence, the ghost answered his words.

"...calmness is the deadliest weapon other than the blade."

"Yes." Khalil raised his head and said softly. "Calmness is the deadliest weapon other than the blade, but there is actually a second half of this sentence."

"the second half?"

"yes."

The ghost grinned, and answered the ghost's question with a forced smile. "Anger is sometimes scarier if you know how to use it."

He turned his head, and the sharp blade had already protruded from his sleeve.

The time is near?

No, the time has come.

Standing on the edge of the church, Khalil took a deep breath of the foul air.The ghost stood behind him, speechless.The former is ready and aware, but the latter knows nothing about it.

The night is still long enough for many things to happen.

(End of this chapter)