40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 4 4. Failed Torture

Khalil returned to his sanctuary covered in blood, and there were already two people waiting for him in the dark room.

Ghost crouched in a corner of the room, carelessly picking his nails.His black hair hung down on his forehead in a mess, his face was covered with blood, and there were even pieces of flesh hanging from his body.

Seeing this scene, Kalil knew that he might tear some people to pieces again.

As for the other person.
Khalil looked at her, the woman was fainting, the metal right hand had disappeared, and it was broken at the joint of the shoulder.Judging from the rough wounds, Specter probably tore the arm off forcefully.

"Is he dead?" Ghost asked suddenly.

"Dead," Khalil said. "Also, can you go out for a while, Ghost?"

"why?"

"You stink too much, ghost, that's why. I remember we had agreed that you should take care of your personal hygiene."

Ghost frowned: "Aren't you also covered in blood?"

"Don't get me wrong, ghost."

Khalil took off the blood-stained cloak without a smile on his face, threw it out the door, moved the tattered chair with a smile and sat down.

"Do you still have any questions?"

"."

Ghost didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked out of the gate.His hearing allowed him to hear what was going on in the room clearly over a great distance, so it really didn't matter if he was there or not.

However, he still doesn't understand why Khalil insists on letting him out-maybe one day he will understand.

The tattered door creaked shut, and the smile on Khalil's face disappeared instantly at that moment.The skin and flesh relaxed, and the pale face became peaceful.

"You should wake up," Khalil said. "Pretending to be asleep is not an option."

The woman quietly opened her eyes. She was very calm and seemed to have a clear understanding of her current situation.

Unfortunately, it's not clear enough.

"It turns out that the vengeful spirit is helpful," the woman said slowly. "But you don't know what your helpers have done, do you?"

"He killed some damn people."

"He ripped up my car in public, ripped up my bodyguard... and I already said my name to those scumbag bastards before I was forced to leave. Soon, the Scolewalkers will know what's going on here."

A sinister smile slowly appeared on the woman's face, with maliciousness churning in it, she did not hide it.When dealing with her being taken away, the adjective she used was even 'forced to leave'.

It's really fun.

Khalil once again showed a smile on his calm face.

"Really? So, which family do you belong to? Which earl?"

"You know a lot," the woman said with a sneer.Khalil's words seemed to make her more sure of something.

Covered in blood, she sat awkwardly on the filthy ground, yet acted as if she was the one in charge.

In this regard, the smile on Khalil's face became more obvious.He didn't speak, just breathing slowly, as if he was brewing something.

The woman, on the other hand, mistook this harbinger of destruction for something else.

"If you don't want to be tortured in pain for more than ten years, you'd better let me leave you, you can't escape, vengeful spirit."

She stared at Khalil sitting on the chair with hatred, and pronounced Khalil's ridiculous title very seriously.

"I don't know who is behind you, and I don't know who gave you technical support, and even gave you an iron golem with low-level intelligence."

At this point, she screamed.

"But, the Scolewalkers are coming for you! And your only chance of surviving is to let me out of this filthy place!"

Khalil finally let out a low laugh.

"Iron Golem. Hahahahahahaha."

His laughter echoed in the dark room. "You actually think that he is a killing machine made by those craftsmen."

"Isn't it? Don't try to fool me!"

"You have a real sense of humor, ma'am," Khalil said softly. "But I hate the humor thing."

He stood up and kicked the woman without hesitation.The strength was mastered just right, kicking her abdomen could not only make her feel severe pain, but also prevent her from losing her ability to speak.

This is nothing to the nobles.

They have a deep-rooted tradition of throwing their still-grown offspring into the nest, where they are hunted down by gangs and commoners.Only those who survived can assume a certain title in the family.

The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, she struggled to get up, and hammered the ground angrily with her only left hand: "I'm going to peel off your skin for this! You lowly trash! What do you think you are? !"

Khalil didn't say anything, just kicked her again.This time, the strength was slightly stronger.It would hurt and humiliate her a little bit without sending her adrenaline pumping to a certain level.

He needs her to feel fear, not ignore fear with violent anger.

Khalil can precisely control his power, so he did it easily.This is one of the many reasons why he has survived in Nostramo to this day.

The woman flew upside down and crashed into the usual place where ghosts like to stay.Two ribs were broken, and several teeth were missing from the mouth full.

After a cry of pain, full of resentment after being humiliated, she got up without hesitation and rushed towards Kalil.He even yelled curse words indistinctly.

A pale hand suddenly protruded from the darkness, stopping her blind charge and pinching her neck.After feeling the real power, fear finally appeared on the woman's face.

She finally realized that this so-called vengeful spirit that had been killing wantonly at the bottom of the hive capital for the past year and a half seemed to be different from what they had speculated.

He is not a private soldier sent by a certain noble before the arrival of the Great Cleansing, nor is he a secret person arranged in advance.
He doesn't care about the 'rules of the game' that the nobles know and obey!
Holding her neck, Khalil led her out of the room.The ghost had already jumped onto the roof of the shelter at some point, squatting there like a wild animal, silently looking at everything below.

And it's still raining in Nostramo tonight.

The night never ends, but the neon lights that the gangs use to declare their sphere of influence pierce the night, casting weird lights and shadows in the sky.The sour and poisonous rain fell from the sky, and it seemed to be getting worse.

In the torrential rain, Khalil spoke slowly.

"I guess you are probably racking your brains now, who is behind me to support me, so that I dare to act so boldly."

The woman's remaining left hand slapped his right hand hard, trying to make him let go.The combination of lack of oxygen and leaving the ground made her unable to struggle.

"But I don't have anyone behind me," Khalil said. "There are no nobles to support me, no family to support me behind my back. Incredible, right?"

He let go of his hand with a smile, and the woman fell to the ground in embarrassment, covering her neck and breathing heavily, mixed with a violent cough.Khalil didn't even look at her, just raised his arms and enjoyed the wash of the rainstorm.

The burning pain came from the exposed skin, but he didn't care.

He has long been used to it.

He crouched down.

"Let me tell you something, ma'am."

Khalil stared into her eyes and spoke softly. "Not everything in this world depends on your set of rules."

"For hundreds of thousands of years, Nostramo has followed your rules. The people in the nest live like dogs in a mess, eating each other's corpses in the dark. The gangs are divided and ruled, collecting taxes on your behalf, and squeezing the common people. public."

"And you? You just have to sit in your own court and enjoy it, you invented all kinds of ways to enjoy your depraved life. You even have to fucking eat a few people every so often to calm down. "

Khalil grinned, his white teeth exposed in the damp air.

"I'm very upset about that, honestly, I'm very unhappy."

He raised his right hand and showed the tattoo on his wrist to the woman.Her eyes widened suddenly, and she immediately called out a name: "Rohals!"

"you are right."

Khalil nodded with a chuckle, stood up, and an elegant court ceremony was born in the next second, and his voice became deep.

"From the remnants of the Rohars family, Caryl Rohars, with regards to you, ma'am."

The woman finally uttered a terrified scream and backed away on hands and feet, trying to escape.And Khalil has already rushed forward with a grinning grin.

Flesh and blood flew.
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"I thought you were going to torture her."

"Ah."

"But you don't seem to have let her say anything."

"Ah, is it?"

"You didn't let me kill her, but you killed her yourself."

"...can you give me some peace, ghost?"

Khalil turned his head impatiently, staring at the ghost sitting in the darkness: "I'm planning what to do next!"

"Oh."

silence.

Khalil closed his eyes, and finally pouted his lips unbearably.He turned his head again and asked, "Are you curious about what the woman said?"

"She said your last name, and seemed terrified." Ghost nodded. "Why? Does she know you?"

"No, she doesn't know me, but she knows this tattoo."

Khalil said so.He raised his right hand and showed the tattoo to the ghost.

"A bloody knife?" Youhun asked suspiciously. "What does this pattern represent?"

"Represents a family."

Khalil smiled mockingly. "A family that specializes in executions. Their methods are very cruel, even those nobles who like to be tortured and abused can't bear it. That's why she is afraid."

"The last and last Earl of this family was named Gaius Rohars, also known as the Earl of Beheading. He was a cruel, moral and human executioner who loved to kill."

"As for the Rothals. Its founder was a very lucky bastard. He rose from the bottom to the top a year ago in 530. He went from a dirty gang dog to a one of the oppressors."

"So, you are also a nobleman?" Ghost asked.

"No." Khalil shook his head. "Don't compare me to them, ghost."

"The Lothals family broke the rules of the game during the Great Purge 20 years ago. Gaius Lothals tried to murder a lord and annex the latter's lands, and his actions were condemned by the traitors in the family. Informed, and the whole family was sentenced to death."

"Are they all dead?"

"Yes, they are all dead."

"But."

"But?"

"But you're not dead."

"Yeah." Khalil smiled. "I'm a traitor, so I'm not dead."

The ghost who got the explanation not only did not loosen his frowning eyebrows, but the frowns became tighter: "But your age is not right. You were just a child 20 years ago, how do you want to tell the truth?"

"A child born of sin, a child born from the blood of its victims and sucked on their flesh."

Khalil corrected Ghost in a gentle tone. "That betrayer was someone else, and I"

He shook his head.

"I betrayed the whole damned aristocracy," he said. "Believe it or not, it's up to you, Ghost. As for the truth. Heh."

He smiled softly: "The truth has long been dissipated in the wind."

(End of this chapter)