40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 62 62. The Great Cleansing (End)
If you ask, Ferrus Manus will tell you bluntly—for him, thinking is now a painful and tortured punishment.

Especially with Rogal Dorn and Fulgrim talking non-stop.

"They locked you out?!"

The Chemos stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief. "How could they do that?!"

"Considering that they never do superfluous things, I think this is an order from my father." Roger Dorn replied blankly.

"At most, my father just doesn't explain some things. When did he shut us all out without even seeing each other?!"

Fulgrim turned his head sharply. "Ferrus!"

".Um."

"Break open the damn door! If it's really father who doesn't want to see us, he should say it himself, instead of letting his guards do it for him!"

".Maybe we should wait."

Ferrus Manus looked away so he wouldn't have to meet Fulgrim's eyes, or see his expression.

Iron Hand spoke sincerely with a very different peaceful attitude from before: "Just like Rogge said, the imperial guards only obey father's orders, so... we'd better wait."

"Conrad has gone down!"

Fulgrim frowned with hidden anger. "We don't even know what the forbidden army is doing now, and they don't say anything, and my father doesn't say wait? Is it really necessary to wait until things develop into the worst situation before making a decision?"

"Father will not let what you imagined happen, Fulgrim." Roger Dorn shook his head calmly.

"But."

"Wait." Roger Dorn said in a low voice. "Be patient and keep waiting"

"No need."

The door of the study was opened, and a giant in golden armor walked out slowly.He walked very slowly with his hands behind his back, the laurel wreath fit his skin lightly, perfectly natural.

"Father!" Fulgrim almost shouted. "what is going on?!"

The emperor glanced at him, but was not in a hurry to speak.Just letting his other two sons have their say.

"Father."

Rogal Dorn did not speak, but bowed his head in greeting, to pay his respects—other than that, he said nothing.Fulgrim gave him an annoyed look, as if he didn't understand why Dorne was so submissive.

As for Ferrus.
Iron Hands sighed slightly.

"Father, Conrad."

"I know." The Emperor nodded calmly. "Let him go, it's all right."

"But why did you let your personal guards go down?"

Fulgrim asked anxiously. "Is it to help Khalil Rohars clean up that hive? But he obviously refused our help."

"Do not."

The Emperor calmly shook his head.

He was taller than his sons, and he looked down on them all—but, at this moment, Rogal Dorn clearly saw a very strong sadness in the eyes of their omnipotent father.

"It's not to help him clean up the hive, but to help him."

He pauses, then repeats. "He needs help, otherwise, I will never interfere."

"But you have interfered." Ferrus frowned. "How will the follow-up end? Also, your personal guard said that you just fought in the study."

"I do."

The Emperor nodded slightly. "But it's not a war you can see, nor should you see"

"Aren't you going to explain it to us?" Fulgrim pressed. "We have stood outside your study for so long."

"I've explained enough."

The emperor closed his eyes, and in an instant, there was a flash of fatigue.Don frowned, his expression became serious, but he still didn't speak.

"But--"

"—Fulgrim."

The emperor looked at his beloved son, and for the first time there was a slight fluctuation in his expression, but the meaning was extremely complicated, even so complicated that it was completely incomprehensible.

"...Father?" The Chemos raised his head blankly.

"Don't ask about it. Don't investigate it, don't collect bits and pieces, don't try to piece together the truth. You shouldn't know it, no one should know it."

He paused again for a moment, Rog Dorn saw him panting, but the other two just took it as a deliberate pause to deepen the majesty of the sentence.

Don pursed his lips.

"Forget it," said the Emperor in a commanding tone. "Understand?"

Ferrus nodded after a moment's silence, he didn't know why, but he would obey.The same is true for Fulgrim, but he seems somewhat unwilling.

As for Roger Dorn
He was just silent and didn't say a word.While his brothers were immersed in their father's words, only he and their father met their eyes.

Staring at those eyes, there seemed to be hesitation on Don's face.

And the Emperor.
He just shook his head gently.

Needless to say, Roger.You already know the need for silence
He turned around and entered the study again, the door was closed heavily.
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Khalil awoke with a jolt, feeling a rising gravitational pull tugging at the wound, followed by pain that forced his eyes open.

--Where am I?
Less than a second after this question was born, a familiar pale face appeared in front of him.

"Ah, Ghost. Good evening"

Khalil nodded with a smile, having obtained the answer.He hisses in greeting.

"good evening."

Midnight Ghost nodded dryly. He tried hard to keep his face expressionless, but Khalil could see the emotions hidden by him from the details.

He always does, always can.

"I'm fine." He said softly. "Just a small wound—where's the spear?"

"...Give it back to the guards." Ghost replied in a low voice. "They've left."

"That's it"

Khalil turned his head and glanced inside the cabin.

Metal panels, seats, seat belts, and clouds passing at high speed outside the portholes.This familiar yet unfamiliar scene made him almost in a trance for a moment, but in the next second, Khalil suppressed it.

"I saw you in the illusion." Specter turned his head away and said in his softest voice.

"is it?"

What else could Khalil say?He is not surprised.

"You" Ghost took a deep breath. "You're out of control, aren't you?"

"Yes." Khalil admitted.

"How did this happen?" Ghost asked.

"Because... I was negligent. I have an arrogance that I have to carry everything on my shoulders."

Khalil said thoughtfully, then actually laughed. "And I didn't realize in the past that I was so arrogant, funny."

"arrogant?"

"Yeah, arrogance, or rather, a sense of 'I have to do it' responsibility. There must be something wrong with my psychology, ghost, which is not good."

"Question? What's the problem?" Specter asked. He turned his head back at some point, and was staring at Khalil's eyes without blinking.

"Why, you ask this, do you want to help me solve it?" Khalil winked at him and laughed softly.

".Yes." Ghost replied dully. "I want to help you."

Khalil couldn't help sighing—he could already see his growth from the ghost's reaction.

It's only been a few days and there's been such an improvement...and yet so vulnerable when it comes to him.

That's not good, ghost.Khalil narrowed his eyes.

"You can't help me." He replied calmly.

Ghost pursed his lips, but he didn't rush to refute, but waited for Khalil's next sentence.He knew Khalil would explain.

Sure enough, after a while, Khalil spoke softly.

"There's a hole in every heart, ghost."

"Some people choose to fill with the ashes of the dead, some choose to fill with alcohol or indulgence. And most people just ignore it. As for me, I haven't found a solution. I don't even know the solution. You How can you help me?"

"But you should at least talk about it.?"

"Words can't describe it."

Khalil shook his head. "Actually, most people don't even realize there's a hole in their heart like you, ghost, do you?"

Midnight Ghost answered Khalil with his characteristic expression, and the latter laughed dumbfoundedly, turned over, and stood up from the ground.

Ghost unconsciously tensed up, his eyes followed his movements, wondering what he was going to do.

However, Khalil just came to the rear of the cockpit and greeted politely.

"this."

"Akudona, Lord Khalil Rohars, I am from the Emperor's Children Legion."

"Ah, is that Fulgrim's legion? Also, please don't add the word "adult" to my name. You can just call me by my first name, Mr. Akudona."

".Is my understanding of High Gothic wrong? Why does the word sir sound so alien to you?"

Khalil laughed softly, patted the back of the driver's seat, and whispered, "Thank you for giving Conrad a ride."

"Just a trifle, my lord."

"Why are you called an adult again?"

"This is etiquette." Akudona said softly but firmly.

"...well, but I won't call you sir, Akudonna. You're an interesting man."

"Thank you, Lord Khalil."

With a chuckle, Khalil turned around covering his chest, picked a seat and sat down.He fastened his seat belt slowly, and raised his chin at the ghost who was still standing.

"."

Conrad Koz sighed infrequently, turned around, sat down as well, and buckled his seat belt quickly.

　7.1 It will be released at 3:[-] noon. Since there are too many chapters, I am too lazy to score, so I will write the big chapter directly.There are six chapters in total, and each chapter is five-in-one fifteen thousand. (Yes, my chapter is [-]k.)
　　(The premise is that I can finish writing the remaining [-] tomorrow. In short, I will try my best.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)