40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 240 11. Moon Wolf Angel Raven Bat ([-])

Take it easy, Yago Savitarion, take it easy.

With a stiff face, Savita raised her hand to straighten her dress.The clothes didn't actually belong to him, but belonged to Shen.

Of course, it was a little tight on him, but thanks to the wide design, it was still within the 'decent' range for him.

As for the original owner of the clothes, Shen was standing opposite Savita at the moment, staring at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

"What are you looking at?" the first reserve officer asked slightly unhappy.

Shen looked away and rolled his eyes at the ceiling.He didn't say anything, but he showed Savita what he could say vividly in another form.

The latter took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said sarcastically: "Oh, I know you are jealous of me, Shen. So, there is no need for you to show your unwillingness so obviously. I can see it. come out."

Sevatar smirked, his canines poking out of his lips.Shen looked at him with a strange expression, and after a while he spoke slowly.

"These words actually come from a person who doesn't even have a formal dress. How about you take off my clothes and wear your leather boots and windbreaker? This must be popular among the Rogue Traders and their thugs. The weird trend among you will definitely make the Emperor look at you with admiration."

Savita closed her mouth with an ugly expression, and was choked by Shen for the first time and was speechless - there was no way, who told him to need Shen's dress now?

With a sullen face, he turned to the mirror and checked his standing posture one last time.

He now looks completely different from the usual Iago Severtalion. Instead, he looks like...
"Oh, by the way, Terra, you are simply the darling of the palace." Cassati Nuang burst into laughter. "You look so fucking stupid, Sevatar, you don't deserve to wear such nice clothes."

"Tell him to shut his mouth, Shen." Saiweita said to the mirror with a dangerous look. "Otherwise I'll do it myself when I get back."

Shen shrugged and pulled Cassati out of the room.Despite this, Sevatar could still hear their laughter in the corridor - yes, even Shen joined in this time.

Sevatar closed her eyes and began to convince herself that the reason why they laughed at your current dress was entirely because they were jealous of your ability to board the Emperor's Dream.
With this thought in mind, he turned around and walked out of the room.A few minutes later, he arrived at a hangar, where Khalil Lohars had been waiting for a long time.

The instructor of the Night Blades stood there with his hands behind his back. His tuxedo was meticulous, and his usual hair became much neater at this moment. It was combed smoothly on the back of his head, with none of it hanging on his ears.

"Instructor." Saiweita greeted slightly unnaturally.

"Oh." Khalil raised his eyebrows, a little surprised in his tone. "You are actually dressed like this. Is this Shen's dress? I remember he bought it from Cortia, and he is actually willing to lend you this dress."

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Khalil couldn't help but chuckle, turned around and boarded the shuttle: "You are very well dressed, Sevita, but I guess you would rather wear power armor, right?"

"Yes." Sevita answered dully as he walked into the cabin. "This dress is so tight on my back."

"That's what a dress is like. It's not worn for yourself, it's worn for others to see." Khalil shook his head and patted the wall that separated the cabin from the cockpit.

The cabin door closed immediately, and the pilot who received the notification started the engine, and the cabin immediately began to shake.Savita tensed her muscles and stretched out her hands to grab the armrest hanging from the ceiling.

He didn't want to sit down, which would mean buckling up. Savita wasn't sure if his clothes would get wrinkled because of it.

Khalil didn't pay much attention. He sat down and fastened the six seat belts one by one.Most of the Tridesia's shuttles are old models, which are fast but not a good ride experience.

It is said that the new shuttle can allow passengers to avoid cumbersome safety measures and have a "comfortable riding experience." For this, Khalil only feels that it is not necessary.

After doing this, he raised his head and glanced at Savita, who was still standing upright, his expression looking a little thoughtful.

"Savitar"

"What's the matter, Instructor?"

"Have you heard anything from veterans in the Legion? For example, the preparations that need to be made before meeting the Emperor."

"Ah?" Saiweita shook his head with a confused look on his face and fell into silence for a while.

Seeing this, Khalil had no choice but to send a message to someone through psychic communication - I will go to see your son who also has the power of prophecy, and do 'what I should do'.But remember to adjust yourself when you finish talking.
Most Nostramos would go blind if they saw you.

+I understand. +The man said. +But you are really a good instructor. +
+ each other, good fathers. +
Sevita looked at their instructor who suddenly became sly and unsmiling in confusion, and remained silent slightly nervously.

Seventeen minutes later, they ended the toss.
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"If I had known better, I should have asked all my guards to come over." Horus said half-jokingly. "What do you think, Sanguinius? Perhaps this is enough to show our respect." "If father agrees, you can do this," the angel replied slightly absentmindedly. "Or maybe the meeting place is changed to your Vengeful Spirit, but he probably doesn't like to watch military parades like Leon, what do you think?"

"I think there should be few people like Leon." Horus smiled slightly and replied.The angel did not answer him again.

At this moment, Sanguinius could no longer concentrate entirely on chatting.

A kind of cold concentration appeared in the depths of his eyes, and the abstract pictures he had seen began to emerge from his memory and flashed quickly in front of his eyes.After a while, he entered a state of meditation.

Horus did not disturb Sanguinius during this period. After realizing his brother's state, he also fell into meditation.

Khalil Lohars.
He recited the name silently, and Lorgar's description, Fulgrim's description, and Rogal Dorn's description all popped up one by one.

He chewed on these words, hoping that he could summarize some information from them before the upcoming meeting and get a one-sided image that was useful enough.

The silence between the two of them lasted for a while, and Azkalon and Farkus Kaibo, who were standing behind them, looked at each other, each looking a little surprised.

The Luna Wolves and the Blood Angels were two legions that often collaborated during the Great Crusade, and this was not the first time they had seen each other's primarchs standing side by side.But, as far as they could remember, this was the first time the Primarchs had been so silent.

A few minutes later, the distinct sound of boarding came from the outside of the boarding deck, which was divided into two levels.Horus and Sanguinius sprang to life, striding forward and stopping in front of a heavy metal wall.It is this wall that separates the inside from the outside.

At this moment, the indicator light on the top of it has changed from red to yellow. One minute later, accompanied by the sound of gas jets, the metal wall rumbled up.Under the soft light, Horus and Sanguinius finally saw the man they were waiting for.

Horus showed a gentle smile in surprise. What he saw was a giant no shorter than him, also more than four meters tall.However, this giant's skin color is much paler than that of ordinary people.

To use a less polite term, he was almost as pale as a corpse.

Horus stepped towards him, observing him as he did so.

This person's face is very thin, but not too thin.His eyes were completely dark, and he did not have the whites of his eyes like ordinary people.It was difficult for Horus to even see pupils in his eyes.He also has an extraordinary charm
However, this kind of charm is completely different from that possessed by the Primarch.

The closer he got, the more Horus noticed it.The original bodies all have a kind of induction between each other, and they can feel the blood connection through simple gaze.

But this person is different, this person
"You must be Lord Horus Luperkar?" The man spoke first and extended his right hand.

His voice was as cold as a glacier, yet naturally had a gentleness that came from nowhere.Horus was in a daze for a moment, and he almost forgot to extend his hand in response to this ancient courtesy.

The Lord of Corsonia stretched out his hand slightly awkwardly and shook his hand.The hand was as strong, firm, and calloused as a warrior's.However, Horus could not feel any warmth from above.

Cold, endless.

Horus took a deep breath: "Yes, I am Horus Luperkar, but please do not call me 'Sir'. Even in wartime, I prefer others to call me by my position. "

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

"Thank you, Instructor Khalil." Horus smiled slightly and turned his head, wanting to let his brother Sanguinius do the next thing.He finished the greeting, but his brother hadn't yet.

However, when Horus turned his head, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead at that moment.

He saw his brother weeping silently.

Tears as red as blood.

"Sanguinius.?" Horus murmured. "what happened?"

The Baal man looked at him expressionlessly, his wings folded securely behind him.After dozens of seconds, he spoke, but the words he spoke were not greetings - he even looked at Horus and spoke.

"I need some time alone with this Instructor Khalil," Sanguinius said softly but firmly.

Horus frowned deeply.

　One more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)