40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 274 45. Rebellion in Olympia ([-])

Under the leadership of Perturabo, Khalil was able to enter the parliament house through the main entrance unimpeded.

The interior decoration is not very gorgeous. According to the standards of nobles and tyrants, the style here may even be described as 'simple'.The walls were an iron gray, almost unpainted.

A thick and heavy round stone table is illuminated by light in the center of the hall. This light comes directly from an opening in the ceiling. It is natural light, but it can subtly illuminate the entire round table and those seats.

A woman sat on a solid wooden chair and looked at them. She had aged, and the beauty in her youth had transformed into another intellectual temperament mixed with perseverance as she aged.

Khalil looked at her, but another face appeared in front of his eyes, that was the face of the female captain of the Blood of Steel.She is actually not similar to the tyrant of Lokos named Callifon, but they both share this perseverance.

This is kind of interesting.Khalil thought.

"Califon." Perturabo greeted slightly stiffly. "This is Khalil Lohars, instructor of the Eighth Legion."

"I'm not familiar with your position, but good day, Instructor Khalil." The woman stood up and greeted her elegantly.

She was smiling, and her body under the white robe was not all fleshly curves.Khalil could tell that she had had an implant surgery on her right shoulder. This terrifying observation was an unstoppable instinct for him, but it made Perturabo frown at him at this moment.

"Good day, Lord Califon." Khalil reluctantly interrupted his observation that did not last even for a second and returned the greeting.He had to admit that dealing with Perturabo was a bit tiring.

"Why do you want to see me?" Perturabo asked, his tone sounding just like an inquisition.Callifon looked at him, and after a gaze that almost made Perturabo explode, she shook her head.

"Of course it's because of the civil war, Abo, otherwise what else could it be?" the female tyrant answered in a more relaxed tone.

She even gave him an endearing nickname, which the Lord of Steel didn't seem to enjoy, perhaps because of Khalil's presence.Anyway, he frowned again.

"Call me by my full name. I don't like that."

"You have the final say, my lord." The female tyrant nodded obediently, but there was a bit of disappointment in her eyes. "But we are still siblings, right?"

"Relatives. Siblings. Playmates. Whatever you want." Perturabo looked at her coldly and a little bored, which made the latter let out a slightly sad sigh, but the Lord of Steel had no reaction to it. .

Is there really no response?Khalil turned his attention to his clenched right fist.

"Let's get down to business, Califon. I don't have the time or mood to reminisce with you now, and this is not a suitable occasion. I won't ask why there is such an extra building in Lokos City for the time being. You must put all your You know, tell me everything about the Civil War.”

Perturabo took a step forward and looked at his unrelated sister with an almost aggressive attitude.

"Why do they do this under the banner of Damex? Aren't the tens of millions of reasons for war that have been used in history not enough for them to choose from?"

The female tyrant did not explain immediately. She just sat down slowly and put her hands on the stone table.Her hands were not like those of a noble, but rather rough as those of a laborer.

"Remember that offer Damex made to you in his last years?"

Perturabo gritted his teeth in a most obvious way.

"I remember." He took a slow breath of air, his voice becoming dull.

"Then you should know why they attack each other with the weapons you gave them." Califon smiled sadly.

"Your need for Olympia is too great, Perturabo. The number you gave is at least a thousand reserves per year. This number means that countless families have lost their sons. When honor becomes a must Responsibility, people naturally have fear.”

"I've already discussed this with Damex and I don't want to do it again with you."

Perturabo was silent for a moment, and deep wrinkles appeared on his brows: "What's more, they went to the star sea to become heroes. At least for now. Furthermore, didn't Damex agree with what I said? He Withdrew his offer.”

"That may be true for you, but not for us. You know he will never deny you, and he always dotes on you, Perturabo."

The female tyrant sighed and fell into memories.For a few seconds, she was probably thinking about the past.But it was only a few seconds. Time passed and she returned to calm again.

"Moreover, although he withdrew the proposal, what about those who proposed it? They did not. Under the manipulation of some people, the proposal gradually took root and developed into a towering tree, whose shadow will We all masked up.”

"Its supporters believe that Olympia loses hundreds of thousands of children every year is simply appalling and must be outlawed. Opponents believe that if even Perturabo, the Lord of Olympia, has to keep doing this, then What reason do they have to agree?"

"Me? Have to do it?" Perturabo looked at the female tyrant in disbelief. "What are you talking about? It was my order to recruit troops in Olympia. How could they have such a stupid idea?!"

"Yes, that's the problem, Abo." The female tyrant lowered her head. "In the last years of Damex's life, there was a growing wave of civil opposition against you and the Empire. The reason was the never-ending conscription."

"People can't bear to never see their son again. Some people have doubts about the Empire, and some dangerous arguments are being born. Damex can't completely reverse them. What's more, he himself has no real feelings for the Empire that took you away. .”

"So, he chose to make your reputation better. He told people that the reason you refused his proposal was because you had to. The Emperor forced you." Perturabo's face turned red, and he fell into In a controlled rage, Khalil could see his skin trembling angrily.

"What did that stupid old man do?!" he growled unbearably - and surprisingly, he just growled.

"He protected you," Callifon said softly.

"Who can he protect? He just drives a wedge between Olympia and the Empire!" Perturabo responded angrily. "Do you know what this means? Do you know what will happen to any world that is disloyal to the Empire? The nature of this does not change in the slightest just because I grew up in Olympia. If you don't believe it, just Ask him!”

He stretched out his hand and pointed sharply at Kalil: "Ask him, Kalifon!"

"Instructor, do you have anything you can tell me?" The female tyrant turned her head and looked at Khalil with a nervous and sad smile.

"I can, but I don't want to and can't get involved in your family affairs." Khalil also responded with a comforting smile.

"Family Matter?! What are you talking about, Khalil Lohars?!"

"That's what it means, Lord Perturabo."

Khalil kept a smile, spread out his hands, shrugged, and looked at the door of the parliament hall with his peripheral vision.When he put his hand down again, there was already a flash of light between his fingers.

He will do two very dangerous things next.

"Your adoptive father took great pains to preserve your reputation in the last few years of his life. It is difficult to judge whether it is right or wrong, but why did he do it? In the final analysis, who has been endlessly in Olympia? Conscription? Your sister has shown restraint, my lord, please stay sensible."

The corners of Perturabo's eyes twitched dangerously.

Callifon looked at Khalil with an indescribable mixture of shock, awe and sympathy.

She couldn't believe that there was anyone in the world who dared to speak to Perturabo like this with impunity.However, her sympathy quickly faded and turned into greater shock.

Because Perturabo actually didn't take action.

".My tolerance for you has reached its limit. Get out, Khalil Lohars." Perturabo said darkly. "I'll talk to you later about your words."

"As you command, Lord Perturabo," Khalil said. "in addition."

"Say!" roared Perturabo.

"Please protect your sister." Khalil replied softly.

The next second, he disappeared.Perturabo's pupils shrank sharply, and his reason told him that he should not act on Khalil's words - he had heard Khalil Lohars speak in this tone, and the situation at that time was so different now. It was still fresh in his memory.

However, just such a small amount of time's hesitation caused the situation to suddenly slip towards the worst side.

Perturabo heard the sound of something cutting through the air, and his superhuman reaction speed allowed him to immediately capture with his sight six groups of light blue energy heading towards him.It was his own design, a beam weapon that was different from the Imperial light gun.
Now he was being used against himself and his sister.

They might not be lethal to a Primarch, but what about a mortal?

Perturabo roared in the back of his throat and lunged at Callifon.His sister's body was as thin as a dead branch. Just such contact in less than half a second allowed Perturabo to judge that there was something wrong with her lungs.

But now was not the time to think about this. The original body gritted his teeth and prepared to wait for the hot energy ball, but it did not come. Instead, a sound like cold water extinguishing the flames sounded in the hall.

Perturabo turned around and happened to see the back of Khalil Lohars.He stood there holding the knife in one hand, and all the energy balls disappeared, and there was still cold air on his knife.

All these things happened within a second. Perturabo had no time to pay attention to what Khalil had done. He immediately realized what he should do now - he looked towards the entrance of the hall and looked at the original body like The superhuman eye structure caught a few shadows in the darkness.

"The Gate!" Perturabo roared.

"Thank you, Lord Perturabo, although I don't need—"

Khalil turned his head slowly, released his right hand, and the blade disappeared naturally.At the same time, the few shadows at the door also swayed and fell, and screams followed.

"—I've already dealt with them."

　I'm so young, I don't have the motivation to update anymore (paralyzed)

　　With the addition of ps, the strange math problem about GW has been corrected.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)