40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 45 45. In the Dark (Dragon Boat Ankang)

Breathe.

Calmly - breathe.

Fear-filled screams came from beside the ear, mixed with the smell of piss.Khalil was not surprised by this, he just walked over and gently twisted off the man's head.

As usual, the ground was full of corpses.

Only, this time it was slightly better.At least there were no more mutilated limbs, and most of the bodies were intact, having either died of broken spines or asphyxiation.The blood had decreased a lot, but pools of blood were still unavoidable on the carpet.

The human body is really fragile, especially for Khalil now.

The blue wall lamp in the aisle flickered, blood smeared its surface, and what really made it almost useless was a certain kind of low temperature that flickered for half a minute.There is the sound of crackling electricity coming from the wall, which is the whine of the pipelines carrying electricity.

Khalil turned around and slowly put down the corpse in his hand.

There is no need to desecrate the corpse.

He is not them.

Slowly, he avoided the pool of blood and corpses as much as possible, walked behind the door of the aisle, bent down and waited.

This aisle has been made as grand as possible. The designer is not blindly imitating the decorations of the nobles in the upper nest, and I don’t know if it is intentional. While he or she makes the aisle have a gloomy and gorgeous, Also spared those hideous decorations.

But for him now, he still needs to bend over.

The huge size brings not only the improvement of strength and agility, but also some other problems.

For example, his preferred infiltration method, windows and gloomy narrow alleys have become inaccessible places for this body today.

He even spent 10 minutes getting used to his new body before performing this mission, to see if his usual 'gliding' technique could still be used.

Although the answer surprised him, there were still problems to be solved.

His two blades.

Well, to be honest, they were far from being weapons at their current size.

But Khalil doesn't intend to go back.

He had entered into a covenant that, along with certain rights he did not want, came with responsibilities.

Although he still can't see the full picture of this responsibility, Khalil knows that he must be prepared.Something in the potential of great power had taught him that he couldn't make a mistake.

Milky Way. What a horrible term.he thought with a little exclamation.But at this moment, there was the sound of slow footsteps outside the corridor, and there was only one person.

He could hear this matter, just as he could hear the person's breathing, the frequency of the heartbeat, and the gentleness of the blood rushing quietly in the blood vessels.

The bent giant slowly straightened up and pressed against the ceiling.He stretched out his hand silently, and gently pushed the door open a second before it was opened by someone outside.

The flickering blue wall lamp intermittently illuminated the corpses everywhere, and also illuminated the gloomy face of a giant.

A second before the person outside the door screamed, Khalil spoke softly.

"Good evening, director of Cummins, can you please stop screaming?"

The latter replied with trembling facial muscles, while Khalil sighed and reached out, squeezed his chin, and abruptly turned the scream into some kind of painful muffled grunt.

Then he pulled him into the darkness.

The door closed quietly.
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Khalil returned to the shelter under the severe cold wind. The roof was empty, but the rainwater filter still existed, and the figure squatting on it had disappeared.

He looked up and glanced at the dark purple clouds.

I don't know how to learn
Shaking his head, Khalil temporarily suppressed this thought in his heart.

He didn't plan to go back to that huge and resplendent ship for two weeks.

Firstly, he really didn't like that kind of decoration style, and secondly, Midnight Haunting might be able to rely on Khalil Rohars, but Conrad Koz had to learn to decide everything on his own.

Moreover, he really didn't have much time.

The Eighth Legion would arrive in two weeks, fourteen days, or thirteen days and eight hours—he had no idea of ​​their numbers, but since it could be called a Legion, it probably wouldn't be too much. few.

They had the blood of Conrad Kotz in their bodies, and they were his sons by blood.However, Khalil actually knows another thing better.

The 'Emperor' sees the Primarchs as tools.

What tool?
Tool for killing.

So, what about these remodeled fighters mixed with tool blood?What will they be?Inferior tool?

Khalil didn't want to use this term to describe a group of people who had never met, and they did fight for humanity under the command of the 'Emperor'.

That means they deserve Khalil's respect.

This means that Khalil will use the word 'warrior' to refer to them tentatively.And if Konrad Curz was up against a group of fighters.
Quintus in this state may not make them like it very much.

He didn't know how the other Legions felt about their Primarch, but Khalil felt that it might not be too close.

He imagined the scene of a group of people he had never met calling his father, and he felt cold sweat all over his body.

In short, try to modify Quintus's environment as much as possible.

He killed three factory owners tonight, as well as a large number of gangs who had ambushed in advance and planned to launch a major purge in advance.

Three hours later, he would go to the upper nest, find the nobleman he had let go before, and drive out him and a large group of minor nobles who were vying for territory like hyenas.

His partner has acquired a new identity, so his past code of conduct also needs to be updated.

but
"Hyena." He smiled. "How interesting, as interesting as you are, Lorgar Aurelion."

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A golden-skinned giant emerged silently from the darkness behind the shelter, still limping as he walked.He pursed his lips tightly and looked at Khalil closely, but there was no anger in his eyes.

"Hyena?" he asked lowly.

"Yeah, a kind of animal that only exists in ancient Terra. They are in groups, vicious, sinister, and cunning, but they have a strict social structure."

Khalil shook his head with a smile: "How long have you been waiting?"

"Four hours."

"You came after Rogal Dorn, then."

Lorgar nodded calmly: "I noticed the door he repaired for you."

"He is indeed an outstanding craftsman." Khalil looked at the solid door and nodded in admiration.

It's a terrible talent to be able to repair a piece of junk into a solid look like it is today, and it doesn't even rely on tools from the beginning to the end.

"He is one of the Emperor's sons," said Lorgar sharply. "You shouldn't use that word to describe him."

"Well, how would I describe it?"

Khalil couldn't help sighing: "Do you think the combination of the two words craftsman and outstanding insulted him?"

"I'm sure my brother likes architecture and design, and he's brilliant - but you just shouldn't describe it that way."

Lorgar shook his head stubbornly, then moved on to another matter. "You beat me badly today."

"I know." Khalil said quietly. "I did it on purpose."

"...You oppressed me with strength." Lorgar said in a low voice. "The debate should be judged by the victories of words, not by the magnitude of force."

"Why should I argue with you?"

Khalil shook his head with a smile, but there was not much smile in his smile: "I can bear your comments on me, because I don't care at all. But you shouldn't describe Conrad Koz as a person who will be willing to suffer. Weak babes at the mercy of man."

"He's really just a kid."

Enduring his anger, Lorgar said. "Even by our standards, he is too immature."

"so what?"

"So, you shouldn't instill your theory in him."

Lorgar Aurelion frowned. Instead of using that passionate oratory talent, he spoke with surprising earnestness.

"This set of dark theories may indeed have its meaning on Nostramo, but do you know how vast the Milky Way is? Not every planet needs cruel punishments and executioners under the night, not all planets Like here."

"Here? Like this?"

"Depraved."

Filled with hatred, Lorgar spat the word.He hated not this planet, but the darkness on this planet.They had turned his brother into a pale, emaciated, morose child.

Khalil narrowed his eyes.

Lorgar's behavior was quite different from before. He no longer brought up his fantasies, and he no longer accused Khalil of being a despicable villain.Among them, there are two possibilities.

First, he asked Conrad Koz and got a reply from the latter.

Second, he figured out a certain point.

Could even a Primarch so stubborn and terrifying have such keen reflexes?Khalil smiled silently.

On the other side, Lorgar continued.

"I apologize for what I said to you earlier, Khalil Rohars."

Lorgar's eyes widened, and he spoke slowly but calmly.His expression was so solemn, so dignified, it was almost like a declaration.

"I don't know who you are or where your powers come from. But I can tell you that I don't care about them."

"Father has given you a great honor, don't let it go to waste. My brother loves you, you better cherish this feeling. Of course, you may take these words of mine as embers in the wind, but, I swear."

The golden giant slowly clenched its fists. "If you fail my father, or my brother, I will."

"What?" Khalil asked quietly.

He was looking forward to Lorgar's answer.No lie, he was really looking forward to it.

"I will kill you," said Lorgar Aurelion. "I certainly will."

Khalil smiled.

He opened his arms.

"If there is such a day." He said softly. "You don't have to do it yourself."

　I got home very late and my back hurts, so I was 19 minutes late.

　　Midnight Lord (guilty)

　　There is one more chapter, which I will write as soon as possible.

　　ps. In fact, I also thought about writing a completely brainless Lorgar, which would be very convenient for me to shape, but this is really not very good.

　　Lorgar Aurelion did love his brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)