40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 56 56. The Great Cleansing ([-])
"Nutrition porridge is also one of the rations, and there are usually twelve flavors. But I think they will definitely introduce more flavors in the future. It is designed to be easy to eat, because the battlefield environment is very harsh, so most soldiers will choose it eat it"

Fulgrim stopped talking and glanced down at Conrad Curze.The latter is lowering his head in an obviously absent-minded manner at the moment. Although he still holds the pen in his right hand, the line on the note has not been moved for a long time.

The Chemosian sighed.

"Conrad."

"Ah?!" The pale giant suddenly raised his head. "What's wrong?!"

"Are you listening to my lecture?"

".I'm sorry, Fulgrim."

"It's okay." Fulgrim smiled softly. "But I have to remind you of one thing, Khalil doesn't need you to worry."

".I'm not worried about him."

"really?"

"real."

"Look me in the eyes and talk."

Konrad Curze raised his head reluctantly, stared at Fulgrim for less than a second, and then immediately looked away.

The Chemosian smiled silently and nodded: "So you are indeed worried about him."

".Well, a little bit."

"He doesn't need you to worry, Conrad. Why don't you worry about your course progress first, I have prepared some assessments for you. If you fail, what will Khalil think?"

"but--"

Curz raised his head. Although his expression was calm, there was obvious complexity in his dark eyes: "—I want to know what he is doing now."

He's busy killing people right now, Conrad.

Fulgrim sighed secretly, but didn't say those words.There was something hidden behind this sentence, so he would not tell Conrad Coz.After all, a one-and-a-half-year-old Primarch is also a Primarch.

Moreover, Conrad is indeed very perceptive in some places.

"Compared with this, I think you should think about your legion." Fulgrim said tactfully. "When the Eighth Army arrives, how should you face them?"

"."

"They must have come by boat, there's no doubt about that, is there?"

Coz nodded silently.

"Then they want you to review them - that's a normal requirement, so you need to watch a military parade, and after that, you need a speech to express your wishes"

"speech?"

"Yes, speech." Fulgrim nodded. "But you don't need a belly draft, anyway, you will forget it after meeting"

He smiled complicatedly: "Just play on the spot, Conrad. In short, whether you accept it or reject it, these are all your own ideas, and they will respect them."

"So, Conrad, you don't need to worry about Khalil right now. He's doing his job. You should think about it. How you're going to do your job."

".Can I not give a speech?"

"If you intend to break their hearts." Fulgrim replied with a snicker.

".So, the parade, the speech, and what else, Fulgrim?"

"There are still many things, such as a series of follow-up matters"

Conrad Koz picked up the pen and began to write seriously.

"Well, for example, how should Nostramo, as a planet rich in fine gold, develop trade routes and so on - mutual trade is not prohibited within the empire, which is good for the economy, but you have to pay taxes. "

"There's also mining, terraforming, conscription, and stuff like that. Well, you might also need to appoint a planetary governor."

"It sounds like a lot of things. Planetary Governor? Can't I be myself?"

"Have you forgotten our most important job? The planetary governor needs to be on Nostramo all the time, and you can't."

".The Great Crusade?"

Fulgrim nodded with a smile, "Yes, the Great Crusade."

His voice was very soft, but there was a kind of longing in it.Conrad Curz stared at him intently, wondering what the Chemoth would say next.

But Fulgrim said nothing, he just smiled.As if this one word is enough to describe all the beautiful vision and bright future.

Unconsciously, Conrad Koz was drawn to the word.

He asked in a low voice, "Fulgrim. So, what is the Great Crusade?"

"I remember I said it already, Conrad." Fulgrim replied mildly.

"But I want to hear your own opinion," Conrad Coates said. "What do you think it is?"

"...is conquest." After a brief silence, Fulgrim replied in a low voice.

"The galaxy is not friendly to humans, Conrad. You haven't left Nostramo yet, but when you actually join us on the road to conquest, you'll understand just how much this space hides Horrible monster."

"Humanity has been scattered for a long time. We are not united, nor do we intend to be united. Planet-based warlords can be seen everywhere, and they treat their compatriots as if they were some kind of renewable resource."

"They have absolutely no idea what solidarity is and what it means to be human. So we need to make them understand"

He raised his head, looked at his brother, and spit out those two cold words again, but his breath was as hot as a flame.

"Conquest." Fulgrim narrowed his violet eyes. "There is no other way."

"Whether it is to accept them peacefully, or to force them into submission, we must do this-this is what my father designed everything for. We are human, Conrad, but we are also deadly weapons."

"We were born to conquer, and conquest brings lasting peace and progress. Those warlords who are forced to join us won't understand, but their people, their sons and daughters will."

"In the galaxy, only the empire can save everyone and only our father can do it."

"Even if innocent people die for this?"

Fulgrim laughed again—smiling both at his brother's sharpness and at the meaning behind the words.His smile is so complex, so beautiful.

So heartbreaking.

"Yes." He closed his eyes and nodded calmly. "...Even if innocent people die for it, sacrifice is necessary, Conrad."

No one answered his words.After a while, a muffled voice said, "But we'll at least remember them?"

"We will remember everyone, Conrad," Fulgrim said solemnly.
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No.20 eight.
Take a deep breath.

Khalil stood up straight.

His hands were bloody, the flesh and blood had completely turned the skin of his hands into scarlet, and amidst the corpses everywhere, this scene unexpectedly seemed somewhat harmonious.

No.20 eight gangs.He recited this sentence silently, and at the same time began to force himself to calm down, he must execute the killing without any emotion.

He had to. do it.

However, this time it seems to be a bit more difficult.

Khalil turned his head, picked up a gun from the ground, and then entered the basement here through a side door behind the hall.

The sconces on the walls were very dim and could only illuminate a small patch of darkness.Bent down, Khalil entered here.In the deeper darkness, there was the sound of sobbing and the sound of iron chains colliding.

"...good evening." Khalil said in a low voice.

As it should be, there was no response to his greeting, only a few more and more obvious shortness of breath.

Khalil took a deep, deep breath and let it out.

He knew what was in the dark, he knew it early on.When he saw the kids with guns, he guessed.And a memory he absorbed later also proved his guess.

Going forward, what he saw did not exceed his expectations.

In the darkness, there are dozens of children whose feet are bound with iron chains.

The gang he just cleared felt that recruiting from civilians was too inefficient, so they came up with a more advanced method.

they take children
Then they brainwash.

Replace their common sense with violence and hallucinogens, recast everything with violence, give them a gun and let them go out and kill.

Firearms, what a great invention.Even children who are malnourished enough to be dizzy and unable to see things ten meters away can use it. Just pull the trigger to take away life
He'd killed quite a few of these gang members just now, each of them crazier than an adult.They were small and thin, and they couldn't even speak fluently, but they shot at him with unprecedented hatred.

The hallucinogens had completely destroyed them—no, maybe more than that.

Khalil closed his eyes, and took another deep breath.

There was a slight crawling sound in the darkness, and a dirty figure put his hands on his boots, opened his dry lips, and said a word in Nostramo.

"Medicine." She said with difficulty.Khalil opened his eyes, he could see through the darkness, so he could see the pure longing in those eyes.

He could see through the darkness, but he couldn't see through the longing behind it.

His left hand, which was not holding the gun, began to tremble—as always, every time.The planet would forever stab his heart with a blade protruding from his back just when he thought he was used to it.

"Medicine?" She continued to ask.

In the darkness, there were more crawling sounds, chains shaking, and with it, more longing.

"medicine?"

"medicine?"

"medicine."

Take a deep breath.

Khalil lowered his head and raised his right hand.

"I don't have any medicine."

he said in a low voice.

"sorry."

The gunshots were loud.

Five minutes later, he walked out of the dilapidated building with flames blazing behind him, and heavy rain fell from the sky, but it didn't let the fire die down.

Khalil turned his head and took a last look at the flame he had ignited by himself. The raging fire was reflected in his dark eyes, and they also dyed his pale face red.

combustion.

Keep burning.
He turned and disappeared into the darkness.

　sneak attack!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)