40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 3 3. Anger

The endless night is a little hazy under the embellishment of the rain, they fall vertically, hitting the gloomy buildings of Nostramo, smashing to pieces.

The rain won't stop.

Khalil squatted silently on top of a giant gargoyle, looking at the Dormition Church below.The ghost was behind him, the mere existence of which sent a chill down Khalil's spine.

The ghost has no hostility towards him, and this natural sense of threat comes from the difference between them.

Khalil knew this well - he'd known it since the moment he'd encountered the ghost six months earlier.

"how?"

Hissing voices sounded behind him, and when speaking Nostramo, the ghost's voice was softer than most people's.

Khalil didn't answer.

"What's up, Khalil? Are we going to act?"

Ghost asked again, with some impatience in his voice. "He has an unprecedented opportunity in the church and his men"

"He was never the target." Khalil finally spoke, his tone cold. "A dog at best."

Other than that, he didn't say a word.The ghost fell silent, and he began to let go of his thoughts. Following this unsettling silence, the ghost closed his eyes.

In the next moment, countless phantoms swept over.Ominous, dark, violent. Scary.They are some refraction of the future, broken mirrors.

Ghost was unmoved.

He knew that of all these illusions, only one could come true, and the others were mere distractions.However, he rarely sees the future undisturbed.

This is also one of his talents.

He didn't say this to Khalil, and of course, there was another thing - the ghost had never seen Khalil's shadow in the vision he saw.

Not once.

Among the visions he could see, the person Karyl Rohars didn't seem to exist.

Khalil didn't care about the ghost's silence, he was used to this companion who was more like a monster than himself.Most of the time, Midnight Haunter is more like a beast with a human form than a human, and he has fully understood the habits of this beast.

Khalil knew that ghosts usually like to be silent.

Coincidentally, he also likes it when he's thinking.

Khalil stared at the woman in the white robe, his eyesight was good.This allowed him to clearly see the woman's attire.

The white robe that the woman wore had a gold thread on the edge, which was very different from the dress of most of the lower classes of the hive.Even some nobles are probably not qualified to wear such clothes.

And that metal prosthesis
It was obvious that this was someone from high up, and Razor didn't seem servile when talking to her.

Khalil just smiled calmly at this.What else can he say?He is not surprised.

The woman left the church door, got into a car, and left.When the rumbling machine started, its momentum was terrifying, and its size was even more terrifying.The car took up most of the street, and even killed two children crossing the road as it was leaving.

However, no one cared about this matter at all, only a few hands stretched out from the darkness, eagerly dragging the bloody corpse into it.

The homeless who were thrown out of the factory because they were sick and couldn't continue to work needed these two children.

People are always hungry.

There was a sharp sound behind him, like two sharp pieces of metal rubbing against each other.

Khalil knew it was a monster rubbing his teeth.

"No need," Khalil said. "Your anger is useless now, Ghost. She can't die now, do you see the clothes she's wearing?"

"Noble." Ghost exhaled a burst of cold mist coldly.

"Yes, nobleman."

Khalil grinned, laughed silently, and nodded.

He should have been handsome, with melancholy eyes and a high nose.However, the way he laughed out loud could totally spoil that handsomeness.

At this moment, he who was crouching on the gargoyle looked like a monster who wanted to devour people in the dark.

"I'm going to pray in church."

Khalil stood up, and the gargoyle under his feet gritted his teeth soundlessly towards the sky. "You can track down that woman first. But don't kill her."

He turned his head, raised his head, looked at the tall and silent ghost, and asked patiently, "Can it be done?"

"I don't promise." The ghost whispered. "I can not guarantee"

Facing his ambiguous statement, Khalil just smiled.

"As long as you don't kill her," he said softly. "You understand what I mean."
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"damn it!"

Razor angrily kicked off the priest's head, it flew into the air, crashed into the bench not far away, and rolled away.

The interior of the church at this moment looked like a slaughterhouse, and the strong smell of blood made some of the eleven people present tremble endlessly.

Don't get me wrong, they're not scared.How could they be afraid?They have done worse things with their own hands.

As for the reason
A hallucinogen made from human blood is also very popular in Nostramo.Most gang members have injected it and are fascinated by it.

Along with the deepening of this addiction, simple ordinary blood will also cause similar stimulant effects to the injectors.

If that sounds ridiculous to you, then you don't know Nostramo well enough.There is no moral here, and anything can happen here as long as it is profitable.

Razor stood under the blood-stained idol, and the anger in his heart was endlessly churning—a lot of times, he needed to work very hard to suppress his emotions.

However, when he glanced up and saw the words on the statue, his anger finally broke out.

"What does he think he is?!"

Roaring, Razor pulled out the pistol at his waist and fired at the statue, crushing the head of the blurred god.He had no respect for the god, who, after all, Razor knew, didn't exist.

"Still coming for my crime? Damn it! Does a lunatic who goes around killing people in the city think he's so noble?"

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to skin him, I'm going to carve every rib out of him!"

Razor roared maniacally, his temples throbbed, his forehead bulged with veins—his rage wasn't just from uncontrollable emotions, but from a chemical he'd been taking.That thing has a long history and is a special treat for the upper-class nobles.

Also Razor's payment for doing something for one of them.

You see, in Nostramo, anyone can find a way to entertain themselves.

But, what's the price?

"I am not noble, Razor, but I am here for your sin."

A voice said so, and the lights inside the church suddenly went out in the next second - once, the lights in the church were controlled by the priest, if he didn't nod his head, then no one could turn on or turn off the lights.

As for now he is dead.

In the darkness, a soft voice sounded, full of rapid hissing.The words are euphemistic and romantic like poetry, but they make the listeners feel creepy.

"Murder is the most common crime in Nostramo, my dear Mr. Razor. When the fire of anger is kindled, anyone can commit this evil deed. But, personally, I don't like it that way."

"Killing driven by anger is ineffective. I hate inefficiency."

Razor didn't answer the voice in the darkness, he stared, holding the gun, his anger disappeared without a trace.

The gang leader who was yelling about killing someone 2 minutes ago is surprisingly calm now, and so are the ten people he brought.They spontaneously formed a back-to-back formation without even having to move.

"Well trained, Mr. Razor."

The voice sounded again, and the smile was obvious.

"So, which nobleman's private soldiers are you? Is someone planning to cleanse the power at the bottom again? Ah, it comes every 20 years. It's like the law of nature that brings huge benefits."

"Show yourself!"

Razor yelled into the darkness. "Since you've already guessed it, there's no need to be against us anymore! You can't afford the price!"

"cost."

The voice in the darkness laughed lowly, and the sound echoed between the stone walls in the Dormition Church, and eventually became distorted, becoming the low growl of a monster.The temperature started to drop gradually.

Cold sweat dripped from Razor's forehead, he didn't understand why he was so nervous.Could it be because of the darkness around him?However, darkness is what every Nostramo is most accustomed to.

He was used to walking in the dark.

But he couldn't stop the trembling of his hand holding the gun at this moment.And in the next second, a slight sound from behind stirred his tense nerves.

Razor turned sharply, and his companions fired wildly in that direction.

The gunshots were loud.

"Wrong direction, Mr. Razor."

A sound came from above Razor's head, followed by warm breaths.He widened his eyes, raised his hand, and was about to pull the trigger, but a piercing pain from his wrist stopped his movement.

The sharp sound of a certain sharp blade cutting the air sounded again, and the dull sound of the blade piercing the flesh also followed.

The gang is all too familiar with the sound.

Finally, the scream of the razor.He kicked off the killing with the most horrific cry of his life.

The gunfire rang out again.

The gang members, who realized what was happening, started shooting frantically at the ceiling, but to no avail.

They had been trained in the mansion of the nobles, and they knew that in this situation, some people must stay on guard, instead of pouring ammunition all at once, which would give the enemy an opportunity.

However, they can't remember.

They just want to keep pulling the trigger.

The unreasonable and logical fear that spread from the darkness completely destroyed their training results.Fear destroys the details of their memory, the firm will they thought they had.

Fear overwhelmed everything.

Then death came again.

Khalil rushed out from behind them swiftly, but the speed of swinging the blade in his hand was not fast or slow, and every knife was extremely precise.

The first stab stabbed someone in the cheek from behind, causing the victim to cry out in pain, but to no avail.While the blade pierced into his flesh and blood, it also controlled him along the way.

Immediately afterwards, Khalil rotated his right wrist.The huge force caused the second knife to protrude from the lower jaw and pass out from the top of the head.

Blood gushing out, he narrowed his eyes and licked his lips contentedly.

"Behind!"

Someone shouted in the dark, but Khalil didn't want to give them another chance.

He never shows mercy and never misses an opportunity.

He nimbly pulled out the blade from the flesh and blood, took a step back, kicked the lifeless corpse into the air, and crashed into the chaotic crowd, and they immediately fell sideways.

A few lucky ones had already changed their bullets, and they pulled the trigger tremblingly. Flames erupted from the muzzle, illuminating the darkness, and brought a smiling monster into their field of vision.

Khalil began to slide—his steps made him move lightly through the darkness, and he didn't even need to be distracted to dodge the fear-encrusted bullets with ease.

It's so simple, so easy.

Killing. It was almost as natural to him as breathing.

He rushed forward, extended his right hand, and the blade cut across an arc, bringing out blood.Then lunge forward, forcing one's head to bend with a kick.There was a crisp sound, and Khalil laughed out loud.

Pause, rotate wrist, pierce eyeball and brainstem behind, and stir.Withdraw the blade and stab another person's throat.Bending to avoid the hug, the backhand slits the limp throat of the attacker.

Throwing with the left hand, let the weapon penetrate into a person's chest, then turned around, and used the free left hand to tear the cartilage and windpipe from the severed throat.

"what"

The monster stopped on the spot with a smile, held the sticky flesh and shook it, shook its head, and took a deep breath as if it was quite comfortable.

"There are three more."

He spoke softly, clearly counting the number of enemies, but he didn't look at the trembling gang members.He could already smell the stinky smell of urine, mixed with the smell of blood, it was obvious.

A moment later, there was another scream in the church, and the low-pitched laughter that hit the wall was the accompaniment of their death.

Among the messy benches, the head of the priest stared silently in the darkness, staring at all this indifferently.

The dead do not comment on this.

(End of this chapter)