40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 285 5. Meeting with the original body ([-])
"So, it seems that the gold you have is too much, Khan." The idea of ​​​​Ye said pointedly, and he even called him an honorific.

"These words actually come from a man who can build a house out of fine gold." The Khan named Chagatai smiled slightly and said it casually as a joke. "Which one of us is richer?"

"You're blurring the argument and the topic, brother." Konrad Coates chuckled. "And, can anyone really build a house out of pure gold?"

He stepped forward, stretched out his right hand and shook Khan's hand.Not a lot of force, but enough.Khan accepted this courtesy kindly. He had an oriental face and was handsome, but this handsomeness was not the main attraction.

For example, at this time, he was clearly smiling, but his face did not look gentle, but more majestic.His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and his words were straight to the point.

"I'm just following your words, Konrad Curze," Jaghatai said lightly. "Your accusations are a little too scary even for me."

"I'm not accusing you." Curze pointed at Dorn. "The argument about your excessive silence was first raised by Donne."

"We all know what Roger is like, brother." Khan said seemingly casually. "Stubborn is always right. So if he thinks I'm being too silent, I'm afraid that's the case."

Donn frowned but said nothing.

He has long been accustomed to Jaghatai's behavior. These somewhat spicy words are just an insignificant aspect of Khan's character. He is always full of suspicion, and he is like this towards everyone.

Not even the Emperor can make the Eagle of Chogoris change his style of speaking and doing things.If the emperor couldn't do it, why could he do it?

Konrad Curze shook his head slightly reproachfully, and looked at Dorn worriedly.He originally wanted to say something, but he swallowed it when he reached his lips. Dorn expressed his calmness with his eyes, and then the Lord of the Night drifted away like a ghost.

A few seconds later, he came over with another giant.This person's skin was as dark as lava in magma, but his eyes were red.He was frowning and didn't seem to want to get involved in the conversation.

"He's fine." Coze stretched out his arm and patted his back. "Trust me, Vulkan."

"It's not a question of recovery, Conrad." The giant known as Vulcan replied in a sullen voice.

He is taller than Khalil and extremely strong.As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Khalil seemingly inadvertently, with scrutiny and inquiry, without any concealment.

"What's the problem?" Coz spread his hands. "Don't you believe what I say? Please, Vulkan, when have I ever lied to you?"

The giant sighed. He was so huge and should have been extremely terrifying, but he looked very gentle. His sigh at this moment was even more helpless.

"I just came here, you can't just pull me into a conversation suddenly. Of course I believe what you say, but these are two different things, brother."

"Why not?" Chagatai took over. He stroked his long beard and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking quite narrow. "We don't know how to eat people, Vulkan. You always think you are special and treat us all like fragile glass. You don't even dare to shake hands or hug with too much force."

"Do you have to be so cynical, Jaghatai?" Vulkan grinned at him, but he was not angry. "But you are right about one thing. I do live in a glass house, just like all of you."

"Perhaps so. This is a novel point of view." Chagatai nodded slightly, his eyes having moved not far away.

There, Horus Luperkar was surrounded by his guards.He was obviously a witness and winner of the war, but he came so late and didn't seem very proud. This was completely different from his usual style.

At this moment, the Wolf Shepherd God's face showed real worry and thinking, which was obvious.The Khan withdrew his gaze, nodded to them politely and distantly, and took steps towards Horus Luperkar.

"The relationship between him and Horus is still so good." Vulkan sighed in a low voice and looked at Khalil.

The scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes did not change at all, and even became more intense because of Khalil's silence just now.

To be fair, Vulkan's gaze was actually quite terrifying, and his appearance was too terrifying.The Primarchs all had different faces, each with their own characteristics, and Vulkan was probably the least human among them.

Kalil silently endured this inquiry without making any resistance - what kind of people the Vulcans were, Conrad Coates had introduced him to him more than once on their way here.

This is rare. Even though the Lord of the Night is so versatile and popular at this grand event that has not yet begun, his enthusiasm is only superficial after all. If you peel off this coat, I am afraid only a few people will be regarded by him. Be a true friend.

Khalil didn't know if there was something wrong with his education, but he didn't have the right to make any comments about Coates in this regard.

He himself wasn't too far behind.

"How's it going, big man?" the Night Lord asked his brother seemingly gently. "Do you feel the difference?"

Vulkan silently withdrew his gaze, glanced at Conrad Coates, and suddenly laughed: "You really worked hard, brother."

"What pains?" "Nothing. So, first time meeting, Mr. Khalil. My name is Vulcan and I am a blacksmith." The giant with burning eyes smiled and greeted. "This is much better than the last time we met."

"I apologize for my comments and actions at that time," Khalil said.

Curze chuckled - not for anything else, just because he actually found a sense of embarrassment in Khalil.Dorn also looked over at this moment. He was originally looking at the Titans from a distance, but now he couldn't help but show a bit of overt surprise.

"I understand." Vulcan replied softly.

"Sometimes, people's behavior cannot be determined by their own will, just like this grand event. I didn't want to come. For me, it is more pleasant to stay by the fire and study steel than to stand on this magnificent high platform. There’s so much. But I can’t say no, I have to come.”

"It makes you so uncomfortable to attend a triumphal ceremony, brother?" a voice asked.

"No, I just don't like crowded places." Vulcan replied with a hint of humor. "Hello, Fulgrim."

"It's Fulgan, thank you." The Chemosian raised his right hand gracefully and corrected Vulcan's title.

Phoenix was wearing a thin purple silk robe. Not far behind him, a group of officials were holding a set of ceremonial armor and looking at him eagerly - obviously, he had prepared two completely different sets of clothing for himself.

What more can be said?Classic Fulgrim style.

His guards were in another situation. The heavily armed eagle-faced warriors solemnly occupied a corner of the high platform and erected the flag representing the Emperor's Children. It fluttered in the wind with great dignity.

He walked over with a chuckle and started greeting his brothers one by one.Konrad Curze, Rogal Dorn, Vulkan. Everyone was hugged by him, but when it was Khalil's turn, he became more solemn than ever.

"It's like a lifetime ago, Khalil." The Chemos greeted him solemnly, shaking hands with him and holding them tightly. "It's a relief for any of us to see you back."

"Ah" Khalil blinked, he really didn't know how to face this situation. "I am very honored."

"Don't be flattered, you will have a headache later." Fulgrim restrained his solemnity, as if they did not exist, and smiled narrowly at him. "Corax and his legions have arrived in orbit, and our ravens have spoken of you nearly as much as Konrad over the years."

Khalil sighed in his heart - now he just hoped that the owner of the triumphal ceremony would come over quickly, preside over the meeting, and let the military parade begin.Or anything else, just to get the Primarchs to stop coming one by one to talk to him.

He could indeed perform with ease in such situations, but it was just too tiring.If possible, he would prefer that he could always devote himself to work. However, he could not persuade himself to leave here.

After all, he is not a person who can ignore the good intentions of others.

"Has he arrived already?" Coze frowned. "I'll disappear for a while."

With that, he stepped into the darkness in front of them.

Vulkan looked at the place where he disappeared in amazement, and curiously walked to the high platform, trying to see if he could observe the movement of the Lord of the Night from top to bottom.

Rogal Dorn walked to him and looked into the distance with him, but Dorn's eyes were still on the Titans.Fulgrim was the only one left. He folded his hands and frowned.

"We were born for war, Khalil." He spoke in a voice that was too deep to sound like his own.

"All types, all ways. We bear the trauma of war and endure its cruelty with bodies far beyond ordinary people, just like Ferus. His indomitable steel can even refuse the Emperor's invitation and still choose Fighting on the front lines. But where is Lorgar Aurelion?"

He raised his head, his voice was soft, and his handsome face was clouded.

"What made him reject the cause he had been fighting for and turn to outright war? What made him choose to refuse to participate in the triumphal ceremony? It is not like a choice he would make, Khalil I Very worried.”

Khalil did not answer this sentence. He squinted his eyes, breathed in the moist and gloomy air of Ullanor, tasted the smell of promethium, and exhaled it after a moment.

Between his lips and teeth, there was an icy chill gradually escaping.

Could it be you, Lorgar Aurelion?he asked silently.

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