40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 26 26. The Long Night ([-])
People are governed by emotions.

Khalil knew this very well—so, when Irgana, the Lady of Lamentation from the Silver Winged Wrath, rushed towards him with a roar, he dodged as expected.

Every move of the latter is within his expectation, there is nothing to say about this, it is just a specific application of a little observation, and there is no need to explain it.

For Khalil, dodging attacks has become an instinct.

Looking at the blade in the Countess' hand, Khalil thought, another rebel, very brave.

However, to no avail.

The ghost raised his hand, pinched her right wrist in an instant, and then exerted force, forcing her to let go and drop the knife.Immediately afterwards, he broke the hand easily.

Amidst the horrifying sound of bones breaking, Khalil shook his head grimly.

"Save your energy. Your family has already been destroyed, and the silver-winged rotting corpse will become history after tonight."

What he said was true. In the past 10 minutes, he killed 720 people.They all belonged to a dreadful name, they wore velvet cloaks, they were pale and flesh-hungry.

And now, they are all dead, only the last one is missing.

"Do you know what you did?!" The baroness roared angrily and got up, the pain of her broken arm did not stop her from retreating.

She grabbed the blade that fell to the ground with her left hand, and rushed towards Khalil again, her face twisted, so angry that she almost became another creature.

"Of course I do," Khalil replied calmly. "Let your family become history, let you become history, otherwise?"

He sideways dodged the attack of the Countess, and then kicked her to the ground.

The foot landed firmly on her ribs, and the severe pain caused by the fracture dispelled her anger a lot, and made her temporarily stay on the ground, screaming loudly.

The ghost squatted down softly, its eyes already lit up with blue light.He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on what was in front of him.

He didn't want to hear the voice from the other side of the veil—time passed, and it began to call him constantly, obsessively, tiresomely.And it's getting louder and more intense.

Khalil thinks he can bear it, but... he has to speed up the progress.

It was still short of the last family with a name and surname, and the silver-winged rotting corpse was not on his list.

They have fallen and no longer hold power. The reason why they come to them is to solve a question that was born in his heart a long time ago.

Moreover, the accumulation of power has reached a point, and he must solve everything before reaching this point.

Khalil grabbed the Countess's hair roughly, losing his former patience.Then he said in a cold voice, "Tell me the truth."

The countess trembled all over, her neck was thrown back, and the same cold blue light as Khalil's was shining in her dark eyes.Her face gradually became calm, and a terrible indifference began to spread on this face.

She whispered, "What do you want to know?"

"Your family's secret—I know that the silver-winged rotting corpses are keen on human body modification and seeking immortality. You have crossed many taboo boundaries. I want to know, have you ever created some creatures with superhuman strength? "

"Yes." The countess replied dully. "But they don't live very long, and their strength would cause their own bodies to collapse."

Sure enough.

Any power really has its price.

Khalil closed his eyes and shook his head.

The ghost's identity was no secret to him, and he could guess where such a creature came from.

Where else could it have come from except the laboratories of the nobles?The nobles of Nostramo will do anything to prolong their lives.Nature also includes many horrific experiments.

"Is there a way to extend their lifespan? Or to get rid of this genetic defect altogether?"

"There used to be a way."

The Countess answered tremblingly, her muscles began to spasm, and a hundred surgically implanted alterations began to quiver within her body.

Flesh twitches, and strange protrusions can be seen everywhere on the body. This scene is insane, even enough to destroy some people's reason. However, as a person who experienced it personally, the voice of the Countess is still calm. This contrast is simply chilling.

"once?"

"Seventy years ago, an ancestor spent half his life looking for a solution to this genetic defect. He did it. He improved the genomes of the test subjects and increased their lifespan."

"But he fell into madness in the end. He destroyed all the research materials with his own hands, and finally disappeared in the explosion with our laboratory."

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Khalil opened his eyes, then closed them again.

Blinking quickly, taking deep and long breaths.He quickly calmed down his emotions, but still couldn't help clenching his fists.

Hope came so quickly, but it was so unprepared when it was shattered.

——A one-and-a-half-year-old child was given high hopes by him, instilled in him with killing skills, and thrown into a bloody vortex by him
And this kid doesn't even have a name.

He was even dying, and he himself knew nothing about it.He is probably still completing the task he entrusted to him in the cold night.

What have I done?
I want to save the world for myself, but am I unable to save even a child?

No. Not right.

Things are still a little strange.

"This is impossible."

Khalil spoke in a low voice, enduring the tumbling emotions in his heart.

"He is only eighteen months old. If your lab was completely destroyed 70 years ago, how did he survive?"

The countess did not answer, she had already lost the ability to speak, only her lips were still opening and closing mechanically.

"Tell me the truth!"

The ghost roared suddenly, and could no longer suppress the anger that evolved from self-blame.

He stretched out his hands suddenly, grabbed the head of the Countess, his eyes were full of blue light - an instinctive intuition made his hands become cold, and the power in his body began to surge.

They roared violently, responding to their master's anger, rampaging through the countess' spirit and soul.Then, from the dead eyes of the countess' distorted face, Khalil saw his own reflection at this moment.

His eyes widened, and the next moment he realized he had made a mistake.

People are governed by their emotions, and he knew it well.He's always done that, too.

However, only at this moment, he forgot to control his emotions-they quickly brought his retribution.

From the place where he touched the head of the Countess, the power in Khalil's body turned into a substantial blue radiance, violently pouring out from his hands.

Weird murmurs came from all around, and the room that was originally lit began to fall into darkness, and the real cold began to spread, almost freezing his own consciousness, and then
At this moment, the curtain that protected him from malice was swept away by his power.

There was a thunderous battle roar coming from the other end, followed by a low-pitched laughter.

Khalil watched all this happen, and wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do anything.Those blu-rays belonged to him in the beginning, but soon they don't.

Amidst the deep laughter, the blue light changed little by little, like water changing color, it slowly turned into a scarlet flame, which ignited violently.

Then, something emerged from the darkness.

where are you

The thing asked in an indescribable voice, where are you?
Come out—confront me, and take your due credit.

I feel your anger, I know you want the world to burn
then come on
power, blessing, blade, armor
all these things
I can give you all.

Let them repent amidst the screams!Let the world burn and kill to bring victory!
"I" Khalil spoke tremblingly, but couldn't say the next word for a long time.

In this pain, he remembered the words he said himself.

If you keep knocking on the gates of hell, sooner or later the devil will come after you.

Now, his devil came.
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Run, run like crazy.

Midnight Ghost doesn't quite understand what this emotion is boiling inside of him, but he has to admit that it's driving him crazy.

According to what he saw from the vision, and his innate ability to distinguish the function of the building and even the raw material, the ghost came to the upper nest all the way silently.

The air here is very fresh, but it is full of bloody smell.Ghost's intuition told him that the latter was Khalil's masterpiece.

But where are you, Khalil?
Running, he thought so.His mouth was pursed, his black hair was dancing wildly in the wind, he was so fast that he almost tore the wind.A body that has not yet fully grown is now being used by its owner in a completely reckless manner.

Ghost doesn't care anymore.

He had to find Khalil -- he had to find him before it was all right.

He wanted to save Nostramo, but he definitely didn't want to see a Nostramo without Khalil.

Jump, jump over walls, and jump again.

Ghost's keen sense of smell can clearly tell where the bloody smell in the wind is coming from, and he pursues them non-stop, following the traces left by Kalil.

He rushed through the gloomy towers and strong fortresses, stepped over the broken corpses and lakes of blood, shattered the darkness, pierced the dense fog of the upper nest——

Then he roared into the night.

The sound was very bleak.

"Khalil—!"

The ghost ran wildly in the darkness, his voice echoed in the thick fog, and the tranquility of the upper nest was broken by his voice.

"Khalil! Reject Him, Reject Him! Don't promise Him, He can't see you!"

"You must reject Him."

Wraith murmured in pain, feeling a splitting headache, but couldn't stop now, he hadn't found him yet.

Panting, the ghost forced himself to hold on to the last clue brought by his sense of smell.He took a deep breath and ran towards a gloomy tower.

Over his head, Ye stared quietly.

　Really no knife, you believe me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)