40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 31 31. Relieving Stress
The ghosts shook their hands to let the sticky blood go away, they were very reluctant, but there was nothing they could do.The blood fell off, creating more bright red marks on the brown carpet.

Staring at them, the ghost blinked.

As time went on, and as he became more comfortable with the job, he began to feel more and more that always tearing people up with his nails didn't seem like a good choice.

First, this will always make the scene very broken.

Second, it always leaves him covered in blood.

For example, now, he is covered in blood.Not only that, there were even pieces of minced meat hanging on the shoulders that were shaking with the movement.

These are all evidence of killing.

In addition to this, there is also an obvious blankness that is showing on this pale face.

A swift and efficient Slayer shouldn't have shown such a dazed expression.

As for the reason, you may have to ask the person who was walking up and down in front of him and kept carrying the corpse.

"What are you doing, Khalil?" Ghost asked suspiciously.

Khalil didn't answer, but dragged the two dead nobles and threw them into the hall, not even forgetting to wipe the blood from their hands on their clothes.

what is he doing
The answer is obvious - move the body, move the body yourself.He moved the corpses piled up in the corridor to the hall one by one.

Khalil didn't choose to do it with that kind of power, he knew he could, but he didn't.

He doesn't want to do that.

After all, who knows if it's really free?
It is best to be cautious when dealing with such a strange force that cannot be explained in words.

Furthermore, what's the use of using it as a human's long arm even for things like carrying sundries?
The meaning of evolution is not to turn people into lazy people who only know how to enjoy themselves.

"Khalil?"

The ghost screamed again, and at the same time did not forget to lower its head to shave off the minced meat from its nails.

"We've done our job, should we go back to the shelter?"

"Don't worry, Ghost."

Khalil said without looking back, while continuing to carry the body.

"But."

Ghost looked back at the pile of corpses in the hall, and frowned: "Shouldn't we leave the scene quickly after the work is done? You said it."

"Sometimes not. I said that too."

"Then won't we be discovered?" Ghost asked again.

Khalil smiled lowly.

He longed for them to come.

"It's okay to be found, Ghost."

Khalil explained softly.

"For one thing, most nobles don't care about what's going on in another family's territory, and they don't judge others' way of relaxing. In my opinion, this is their only advantage."

"Secondly, this is a rare opportunity."

"Chance?"

"Yes, opportunity." Khalil turned his head and nodded. "A very rare opportunity for you."

At this moment, he finally cleaned up the messy corpses in the corridor, and Khalil moved all of them into the hall little by little with both hands, without missing a single one.

Immediately afterwards, he walked to the end of the corridor, pushed open a door wrapped in dark patterned leather, and glanced inside.

"Very good, let's take a shower." He turned his head and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Ghost blinked, his expression a little dull.

He didn't expect that the rare opportunity that Khalil said would be this.

".bath?"

"Yes, take a shower."

Khalil nodded, leaned against the bright red wall and folded his hands, with a relaxed expression, which was unprecedented.

"Everyone should pay attention to self-hygiene, so as to avoid germs and prevent some unnecessary diseases. Of course, there is the most important point."

Khalil raised his head, glanced at the ceiling, and sighed silently. ".The moment the warm water rinses off, it will make people feel temporarily relaxed."

"This is important, Ghost. If you're stressed, find a way to find an opportunity to release it. Understand?"

"Relax?" Ghost asked suspiciously. "I washed myself in acid rain, Khalil, I didn't feel relieved"

Khalil turned his head away, not answering Ghost's words immediately.After a while, he spoke.

".Using acid rain, strictly speaking, can't be regarded as cleaning yourself, Ghost. Did you know that acid rain is actually domestic waste water dumped by nobles?"

Ghost was terrified, and changed his expression in just half a second.

"I, I—" he stammered. "But. Me?!"

"Just go and wash now."

Khalil's voice was as usual, but he still didn't let the ghost see his expression. "Anyway, just relax."

Ghost nodded again and again, and then rushed towards the room, not even forgetting to close the door.

Behind him, Khalil Rohars smiled a quiet, fleeting smile.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

The air purifiers installed by the nobles are working non-stop, and the strong and terrifying bloody smell produced by a grand killing has to be reluctantly dissipated a little bit.

After all, they were no more against the machine than nobles were against Khalil and the Wraith.

It doesn't matter whether you are prepared or not. These are irrelevant.

Goal accomplished.Khalil thought.

But—after this?

He squinted his eyes and paced slowly beside the pile of corpses for a while, wanting to think, but the sticky feeling from the soles of his feet made him unable to continue.

Blood
Khalil sighed silently, he turned his head, looked at a sofa in the middle of the hall, and walked slowly over.

After carefully choosing a position without too much blood, he sat down slowly.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief from the soft feeling coming from his entire waist, back and lower body.It's nothing like sitting in that chair in the shelter.

When sitting on that tattered chair, he needed to straighten his back completely so as not to lose his balance.So sitting on it doesn't feel like relaxation, but more like torture.

Nothing compares to the feeling of sitting on this soft and comfortable sofa.

It's so luxurious that even a sofa is like this.

Khalil lowered his head and thought quietly surrounded by the corpses of the nobles.

Some of the corpses around were staring, while others were screaming silently.Some people's face has the feeling of death, or smile, or excitement.Some people are full of fear, twisted to hideous.

Among the corpses here, only Kalil had a calm expression.Sitting peacefully on a sofa stained red with blood.

Calm to the point of eerie.

Contrary to this quiet picture, is his very complicated thoughts at the moment.

Originally, he didn't think about what to do after this.This plan to ignite the flame was actually not followed up at the very beginning.

Before he met the ghost, the ultimate goal of this plan was to use himself as a lure to blow up the entire upper nest.

Of course Khalil knew it was reckless and totally irresponsible, but he needed to step up.

Thousands of years have passed, and on Nostramo, no one rebelled against the nobles.No one even knows why they are resisting—they have completely forgotten the meaning of rebellion, and only know how to accept it.

The workers in the nest regard the nobles as gods, and their children even regard joining gangs as a good way out.

If you don't want to become a skinny tuberculosis ghost in a factory or mine like your parents, you can only choose to join a gang.

The gangs use the nobles as an example, always thinking about grabbing a seat, entering the upper nest, and becoming a member of the nobles.

As long as you squeeze into the upper nest, you don't have to endure the sour smell and filth anymore, right?

On patrol, Khalil has heard gangs use similar tones in describing their imagined futures countless times.

Yes, they do all kinds of evil.

But who made them like this?Who makes people linger in dark and narrow corners?Who is it that makes people naked and hungry?

Khalil will kill them and show them no mercy, for they have done something unworthy of being called human.

But there's one thing he won't do - he won't laugh at the vain dreams of these gang members.

People want to live with dignity, and this dream they have is Nostramo's only, the only way to make life better.

Ridiculous and cruel, absurd to unbearable.

What is even more frightening is that in the entire Nostramo, before encountering the ghost, only Kalil could not bear it.

Ghost was also dissatisfied with this, and unlike Khalil, he only vaguely felt that this was wrong.

In the heart of this innocent monster, there is an intuition gently reminding him of one thing: people should not live like Nostramo.

So, after that, Khalil had second thoughts.

Before he died, he planned to pave the way for the ghosts and kill all the great nobles in the nest.

In this way, the ghost can raise the banner of rebellion raised by him after his death, and let the flames cleanse the darkness.He also intends to track down Wraith's genetic defect that would allow him to live a normal lifespan like a normal person.

But now, he didn't die.

Moreover, Specter is not the product of nobles' experiments. He has a father, a name, and even brothers.

Khalil closed his eyes.He never imagined that one day he would feel distressed because of the matter of 'died without success'.

But, anyway.
He opened his eyes.

It is good to be alive,--
The two shadows leaped through the darkness. Behind them, the upper nest was still peaceful, and there were still many nobles enjoying a luxurious life in their family's residence.

They don't know anything about what happened tonight, and they don't know anything about what will happen in the future.

Starting from Mantas Sklevok and ending with an unknown patrolling guard—most of the night, ten hours, the complete annihilation of the great nobles.

efficient.Khalil thought.Very efficient.

Jumping over the steeple and running down, the dark clouds above are still treacherous, but Kalil's mentality is quite different from when he came.Ghost followed closely behind him, as always.

"Khalil?"

"Ok?"

"What shall we do tomorrow?"

"tomorrow"

"Do you want to continue patrolling?"

"Think about tomorrow." Khalil said softly. "How about getting a good night's sleep tonight?"

(End of this chapter)