40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 30 30. Change
".I'm fine, Ghost."

"I'm really fine."

"No, no, I'm fine, so you don't have to jump over the building with me. My body is fine."

For the first time in the cold night, Khalil Rohars sighed helplessly at the ghost, who was standing stubbornly on the edge of the silver-winged rot family's spire, and stretched out a hand to him.

This posture was maintained for 3 minutes.

It was already obvious what he wanted to do.

"I'm really fine," Khalil repeated again. "I'm healthy, I don't have any problems."

"You didn't even have a heartbeat or breath 10 minutes ago"

The ghost grunted. "That voice said to die again, some devil or something. You must feel the same pain now as before."

".I don't feel pain."

"really?"

"I never lied to you."

Hearing this sentence, Ghost immediately frowned, and retorted loudly: "You didn't lie to me, but you didn't tell me either! You asked me to clean up the sentry post, but you came here yourself!"

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Khalil rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, he sighed heavily, and sat down on the edge of the steeple.The night was long, and he would and would have to spend ten minutes on this matter before going on to deal with the ghost one last time.

"Okay, Ghost, let's start at the beginning. Are you going to stand there and listen to me, or be polite and talk to me?"

Ghost pursed his lips, walked over, and squatted down next to Kalil. Even so, he was still much taller than the former.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you," Khalil said. "Didn't tell you what I was going to do, sorry, Ghost."

Ghost didn't speak, just nodded, expressionless, but Khalil could see his current emotion.

It was a palpable dissatisfaction.

"Secondly, how did that voice contact you?" Khalil asked calmly.

The ghost blinked, and spent five minutes describing how he was disturbed by the vision and how he heard the voice when he saw Khalil's body.

What he said was very simple. Although the language description was straightforward, it was clear enough that he did not miss any details, including his feelings at the time.

Khalil pursed his lips.

".So, you saw my dead future?"

"No! You didn't die in that illusion!"

Ghost's eyes widened. "But, I saw you drowned in a lot of blood! You floated in it! Nostramo was also set on fire like blood!"

blood
Khalil narrowed his eyes, calmly remembered this, and then mentioned another: "That voice called you Conrad Koz?"

Ghost nodded slightly. "Yes, I asked him who it was, and he said it was me."

It appears to be a person.Khalil thought.

But still have to be vigilant, after all they call him Prometheus and, my body... What's going on here?

Khalil lowered his head, raised his right hand and clenched his fist.A sense of abundant power flows in the body, this feeling is different from the feeling brought by receiving his power before.

If you have to say it. A little warm like the sun.Khalil didn't know if this was a good thing, so he decided to watch it for a while before considering whether to continue using it.

"Did he say anything else?" Khalil asked again.

"He also said you would be in pain." Ghost replied quickly, then pointed to the top of the tall building opposite the fingertip tower, and stretched out his left hand towards Kalil.

"...I don't hurt." Khalil said feebly. "My body is really fine, Ghost."

"really?"

"Of course it's true, I didn't lie to—well, maybe I did once, and I apologize, okay? I'm sorry."

"Well, I believe you, Khalil. Oh, and he also said that you will go through the curtain." The ghost nodded and continued with satisfaction.

Khalil frowned sharply.

He didn't understand what this Prometheus was thinking, why did he even tell Ghost about this?Although he claims to be Ghost's father, but.
Khalil glanced at the ghost.

The latter was looking at him with his eyes open, his face was pale, his eyes were dark, and he looked completely different from the dark-skinned man standing on the grassland.

It doesn't look alike at all, he thought.

Forget it, anyway——

"What else?" Khalil asked.

"He also said he would come over with my brothers."

Youhun clawed back the hair scattered on his forehead in doubt, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Who the hell is he? What about my brothers? Do you think my brothers look like me, Khalil?"

how could I know?I didn't even know you had brothers, I thought you were... Ugh.

"...Maybe." Khalil said calmly. "As for who he is, he should be your father."

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why do you look like that?"

"Father?!" Ghost shouted with his eyes wide open. "Mine?! Didn't I come out of the lab?!"

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Khalil forced himself to resist the urge to sigh, he didn't want this slightly negative attitude to affect the ghost's mood.After all, it should be quite a shock to suddenly learn that you have a father and brother you've never met.

Moreover, what the laboratory said... He told Ghost.

He began to continue the analysis.

"So, as things stand, you have a brother, and a father—which means you might have a family, Ghost, no, no, Conrad Coates."

Khalil frowned while analyzing: "It's just."

"Just what, Khalil?"

It's just that I don't quite understand how he became your father.Khalil thought.Although he was wearing an eye-catching gold armor, and he was still able to fight those things twice, but at least his body proportions seemed to be at a normal level.

And you, the difference between you and humans is too great. You are more than three meters tall when you are one and a half years old.

"It's all right, Conrad," Khalil said. "Also, I will call you by this name in the future."

"I don't like this name." Ghost shook his head again and again. "It's a mouthful."

"...your father gave you that name."

"Didn't you say he should be? Should, it means that he may or may not be, right?"

Ghost tilted his head. "If he isn't, why should I accept the name?"

".How about this."

Khalil couldn't help but laugh. "After he comes, let's find out whether he is your father or not, and then decide whether you want to accept this name. Is this okay?"

Ghost nodded, his expression finally became satisfied.

"So, any more?" Khalil asked. "Did he say anything else?"

"No more." Ghost shook his head, a little dazed. "He said I saw my brothers in a vision. But I don't remember."

"Your brother. Let's talk about this later. I hope they won't be too difficult to get along with."

"Why do you think so? You haven't seen them." Ghost asked puzzled.

Because, if all of them are as superhuman as you, then I'm afraid your brothers will have some psychological problems to some extent.

This is unavoidable, geniuses are mostly eccentric, let alone a group of real supermen?

Also, a psychopath may become antisocial after years of distress, turning from hurting himself to hurting others.If one of your brothers is like that.
Gee.

Also, who is that Prometheus who has the ability to create so many supermen?

"Because I'm a pessimist," Khalil said. "I'm used to looking at everything from a pessimistic perspective."

Ghost blinked: "You don't seem to be doing well, Khalil. You are so negative."

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Khalil stood up angrily, really not knowing how to answer Ghost's words.

He immediately changed the topic: "Okay, the chat time is over, the problem is solved-do you have anything else you want to ask me, Ghost?"

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"ghost?"

"Yes" Ghost pursed his lips and said. "Khalil, can you stop doing this in the future?"

Khalil was taken aback suddenly.

And the Ghost continues.

"I don't like pain, so you shouldn't like it either, no one likes pain, right?" Ghost said with his head down.

He is obviously much taller than Kalil, but now he looks like a helpless child.

"That voice. My supposed father, he said that the pain of resurrecting a ghost is no less than dying again. Can you not die?"

But, people are mortal, ghost.

Khalil chuckled silently.

People will always die, and the meaning of death is to put an end to life.What is life without death?
The difference is only in the manner of death. Being murdered, being pressed to death...and peaceful rest are two different things.

I think what are these for?

The silent chuckle gradually shifted into an outrageous laugh, the first time he had laughed so happily on Nostramo, and the ghost looked up at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter with you, Khalil?"

"It's okay, Ghost," Khalil said.

"However, I can't guarantee that I won't die. No one can make such a guarantee. A person's lifespan has a limit. However, I can try to keep my life alive. So, what do you think?"

Ghost thought for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

"Very good, then, let's go—the last family, after we've dealt with it, we can rest for a while and wait for things to develop. Also, he is not your 'supposed' father."

Khalil turned his head and said with a serious expression: "If you want to express your uncertainty about his identity, you should use the phrase, 'my possible father' to describe it, understand?"

".Oh. So, he's my possible father?"

"...If you want to say that, the sentence structure needs to be changed. In Nostramo language, it is 'he may be my father'."

Ghost nodded obediently, and jumped off the eerie spire together with Khalil.

Over their heads, Ye stared quietly.

　Early update, birthday celebration()
　　Also, no knife?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)