40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 37 37. Light ([-])
"Too fast," grunted the ghost. "Too fast, Khalil."

"It's a bit fast indeed—are you nervous?"

Ghost shook his head quickly.

Khalil couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, Ghost. There's nothing to be nervous about. You're meeting your brother, your father. If they're normal, you don't have to be nervous."

The ghost blinked, and was actually convinced by Khalil, but still wanted to ask the worst possibility: "What if they are not normal?"

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Khalil rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly, "Don't do this, Ghost."

"Okay," replied the ghost, grunting.

He obviously also knew that he asked a question that had no reason or logic at all.But he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it.

"And, from below, I'm going to call you Conrad Curz," Khalil said on the way to the jump.

He grasped the timing very well, just stuck in a time period where he could strike while the iron was hot.

"Why? Haven't we determined whether he is my father or not?"

Conrad Curtz asked, his voice dissipating in the cold wind as he jumped.

"He might be," Khalil said.

"But maybe not!"

"... out of courtesy, please? Please, ghost."

"...Okay." Conrad Koz nodded reluctantly.

Then, they continued to run out of the city.One after the other, Khalil led the way as always.

His expression was very calm. Logically speaking, a moment like this should have touched him a bit, but now he was terribly calm.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived outside the city.
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"Desolate to terrible."

said Fulgrim.There was obvious pity in his tone, and Roger Dorn frowned, a little disliked by his brother speaking in this tone.

"There's a city in the distance. It looks just as eerie as our bird's-eye view from orbit."

Lorgar expressed his emotions in a soft tone. "I'm starting to feel sorry for the residents."

Ferrus Manus squatted down, and the giant inserted his silver hands deeply into the ground as hard as steel, and after a while, he picked up a handful of buried dry bones from it.

He looked at them and observed them carefully.Then, he came to a conclusion.

"Mutants, but there are also normal people." He said calmly. "There are also bite marks from wild animals on it."

"Cannibal?" Roger Dorn asked.

Fulgrim shook his head, "Please, Rog, don't—"

"—you know I must," Rogal Dorn answered gravely. "The man-eating beasts must all be eradicated."

"Where's father?" Lorgar asked.

He was wearing a black robe with ancient books hanging from his waist, and his golden skin shimmered slightly.Instead of participating in this discussion of the brothers, he was concerned about another matter.

He always cared about it.

He looked expectantly at his brothers, then asked again: "Does anyone know where father is?"

"I am here."

A commanding voice answered from behind them—almost immediately, Lorgar turned around, with a speed that surprised even Fulgrim.

"Father!" Lorgar called enthusiastically. "You are here!"

"Father."

"Father!"

"Father."

The giant in golden armor nodded slightly, in response to the greetings of his sons.He said blankly: "I hope you will not be dissatisfied with my decision."

"Of course not!" Lorgar replied quickly. "Meeting our brothers certainly does not require our respective legions to be involved in the matter!"

"We didn't bring many people," Roger Dorn said. "What's more, I also think it's right not to let the Legion get involved in this matter."

"Really, Rog?" Fulgrim asked with a smile.

"Really." Roger Dorn nodded to him. "I don't lie."

The smile on Fulgrim's face quickly disappeared, he sighed helplessly, and turned his head to look at Ferrus.The latter put his hands behind his back and shook his head calmly.

The golden-armored giant watched the reactions of his sons.

He didn't judge Fulgrim's careful thought to liven up the atmosphere, nor did he react to Rogal Dorn's indifference.Lorgar's enthusiasm and Ferrus' restraint seemed to him to be the same thing.

He wasn't smiling, he wasn't serious, there was nothing on his face.

He just stands here.

Stand still - and the darkness is dispelled.

"They are coming," said the Emperor.

As the voice fell, two shadows walked out of the darkness that still existed not far away.

One tall, one normal, walking side by side.

"It's him," Fulgrim whispered, almost muttering. "Conrad Coates"

For no reason, he was sure about it.

He was sure that the tall, lanky giant in tattered clothes and pale as a ghost was their brother.And his words were silently agreed by the other three giants.

They watched their new brother with their own eyes, taking in every detail, every tiny reaction.

Roger Dorn frowned again.

Lorgar pursed his lips, as if he wanted to sigh.

Ferrus Manus clenched his fists calmly.

At this moment, in their different hearts, a common idea is rising.

'He's really just a kid. '

The shadows approached slowly, but the Emperor spoke before them.

"Welcome, Karyl Rohars, and thank you for willing to bring my son."

One of the shadows answered the Emperor in a hissing strange language, a voice so calm that it could not have been the response of a mortal to the Emperor.

"...Yes, I should have said hello to him first. But I have something to tell you first, Khalil Rohars, and it's very important."

The lord of humanity stepped forward and stretched out his right hand.

From Lorgar's perspective, he could only see his father's back.But this did not prevent him from understanding the meaning behind this action. In an instant, a complex emotion rose in his heart.

He looked at the shadow standing there indifferently, a little angry at the shadow's offense.

My father didn't make you kneel, thanked you, even offered to give you his hand—he thought indignantly.

What did you do?How dare you make him wait!

His eyes caused a tall shadow to look over, and there was a hissing sound.And the mortal called Khalil Rohars patted him, and he was quiet again.

Fulgrim looked at Rogal Dorn, who said in a low voice without looking back, "Don't use me as an analogy."

"You were studying when you were one and a half years old."

The handsome demigod laughed and joked. "And he was just like you when he was a year and a half old, wasn't he, Rog? That mortal was lucky to have a Primarch."

Roger Dorn sighed in a low voice, very rare.

Ferrus looked away.

He didn't like what Fulgrim said about 'luck', for no reason, just didn't like it.But he didn't want to talk about it.

He knew that Fulgrim had a good heart.

Fulgrim just likes to joke and laugh.In essence, this behavior is no different from the innocence of children playing around.But it happened to a Primarch, so it was all the more valuable.

Ferrus Manus was willing to tolerate this playfulness, and he was willing to cherish it.

The hiss sounded again, and the Emperor calmly withdrew his hand, and Lorgar clenched his right hand violently, the indignation in his eyes becoming more apparent.The Emperor, however, was indifferent to his reaction.

It's not that he can't see it, he knows it, but he doesn't react.

"Yes, we came by ship. Interstellar travel is not a rare thing in this day and age," said the Emperor in High Gothic.

After a period of silence, the shadow opened his mouth again in a hissing language, and at the same time, a cold blue light shone in his eyes.

Fulgrim was taken aback: "Psyker! No wonder he understood. I thought he did it on purpose."

"No, I'm not," Shadow said in his unknowing High Gothic. "I wouldn't be so rude."

He was at a distance from the Primarchs, and with mortal hearing he should not have heard Fulgrim's whispers so clearly.

But he heard it.

"I apologize for my son," said the Emperor. "Khalil Rohars, your mastery of psychic power is getting stronger and stronger."

Fulgrim blushed.

"So this kind of power is called psionic energy?"

"Didn't you know before?"

"No," said Shadow.

His high Gothic language is quickly becoming familiar in just a few tens of seconds, and his thick accent has disappeared: "However, I still think you should talk to him first."

Shaking his head slowly, the Emperor turned and said a word to his sons.

"Go meet your brother, talk, walk around"

"Father?" Lorgar asked blankly. "Walking around?"

Rogue Dorn saw that the shadow not far away patted their brother again, so the giant, who was far less tall than them, spoke with a very soft voice.

".I can take you for a stroll around the city."

He stood in the dark, staring at them.The demigods could feel the eyes of this strange brother, which was a kind of clarity without too many complicated emotions.

After noticing this look, Fulgrim, who was still in the annoyed stage, immediately said, "Okay, brother!"

He turned his head and looked at Ferrus.The latter nodded ahead of time like a prophet: "It's disrespectful."

Roger Dorn didn't speak, just started to walk forward slowly.Every detail of this conversation so far has exceeded his expectations, but Roger Dorn will not express his opinion at this time.

He just agrees with their father's decision, to the point where he even adjusts his steps so that he doesn't look too threatening in the eyes of mortals.

He knows all too well what he means to mortals.

Fulgrim and Ferrus followed closely behind, only Lorgar stayed where he was, his skin glowed with golden light, but his expression was blank: "...Father?"

"Go," said the Emperor.

So Lorgar had no choice.

　As a night lord, it is very common for me to update secretly, right?

　　Also, say one more thing.

　　Due to some setting problems, half of my saved manuscripts have been scrapped, but it doesn't matter, I will update the code in a few days and come back.

　　Thirty will definitely do it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)