40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 64 64. The Last Sea of ​​Terra

Nine days.

Khalil sighed softly and fell silent in one of the rooms on the Emperor Mirage.

This room belongs to him temporarily, and, from some details, he can detect the attitude of the owner of this ship towards this room.

In other words, the room would probably belong to Khalil Rohars forever.

But he doesn't want it.

It's not just a matter of decoration, it's not here.

He really didn't like the luxury here, and he didn't like what was hidden behind every detail, but the reason why he really didn't want it was because of what the ship represented.

This is the ship of the 'Emperor'.

And he will definitely not stay on this ship in the future.

But this also created a new problem.

Of course he's going to join the Eighth Legion - whether it's Conrad Curze, or the Night Haunters, they're going to make it happen.

But here's the problem.

What capacity would he use to join the Eighth Army?

Only the Astartes could be said to 'join' a Legion - men who had undergone nineteen surgeries, and endured untold hardships, to stand before their Primarch.

They are soldiers, they have jobs, and what does Khalil have?
He sat at the desk with a strange expression when a word popped out of his mind.

'Partner'

Is it possible that I will introduce myself to them like this then?
Also, my height seemed to be an issue.What's the matter with a non-plasma giant more than four meters tall?

He frowned—as the old saying goes, to accept something means to give up something.

He accepted the subtle changes in his body, and even accelerated the process. Now it is naturally impossible to easily return to the previous appearance.
At least not physically.

Psionic disguise?It seems to be a good way, but if I want to enter the Eighth Legion in a legitimate way, I have to undergo reformation surgery.
Cheating is definitely not an option, no one is an idiot, it is impossible not to notice the difference between a person who has not undergone plastic surgery and them.
Khalil sighed again.

Nine days and nine days.The cleansing of the hive capital has come to an anticlimactic end, and he killed nearly two-thirds of the entire Quintus gang in one go.He's pretty sure they'll find out today that something's wrong, but what to do next?

The original plan was to wipe out all the gangs
Why the hell does it always go wrong at the last minute every time I plan a whole thing?

He stood up dumbfounded and left the room.

Conrad is in class, and Khalil doesn't intend to interrupt.It doesn't make sense.

For one thing, he didn't have a suitable identity to go there.Secondly, even if he was really cheeky enough to knock on that door in his own name, what would he do?

Simply visiting, or being the No.2 teacher?

The former, he didn't think it made much sense.The latter, his existing knowledge cannot be taught to Konrad Kotz.

In the corridor, Khalil narrowed his eyes and walked slowly.His state at this moment is rare, he walks without any purpose, the purpose is just to pass the time.

After all, going back to Nostramo at this time period can't do much - as far as the brains of the gangs are concerned, it is probably more than ten hours before they figure out what happened to them .

The corridors of the Emperor Phantasm are still dazzlingly gorgeous, but when the momentary shock of that compelling luxury is gone, it is when they really introduce themselves to you.

If an artist is new here, I am afraid that he will linger and starve to death here
No, perhaps this kind of thing has already happened.

Every detail, every corner, and even every subtle pattern on this boat has a heavy history to pursue.

Every 500 meters, a silver button is placed on the wall.If you touch, the built-in voice system will activate.Male or female—their builders will tell you the history and meaning of every detail in the hallway.

And if you still feel unsatisfied, you can even apply to go to the library, which is a mysterious area, and the imperial guards regard it as one of the territories they are responsible for stationing and guarding.

Those lucky enough to be admitted will also be able to read a bit of the detailed history of the Emperor's Phantasm's unusual decoration and architecture upon entry, and much more.
Unless your permissions are sufficient.

Khalil raised his eyebrows—yes, unless he had enough authority.

And his authority on this ship is great enough to do anything.

Since there is nothing to do today, why not take a look at history?
This idea appeared quickly, took root in the blink of an eye, and even became an indelible complex emotion—and Khalil knew very well that he didn't want to look at the history of mankind in the past, he just wanted to look at the history of a place .

Terra
Earth.
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Ten minutes later, Khalil was standing in the library on the Emperor Mirage.

This place is different from the emperor's study room, all the books are heavy classics.The breath of time rushes towards my face, mixed with the smell of books.This smell made Khalil a little dazed, he never thought that he could still smell this familiar smell.

It seems like a lifetime away.It's like a lifetime away.

He raised his head silently.

"Permission passed."

A machine he couldn't see what it was said in a dull voice. "Please go straight and turn right. You can find the books you need in the third row of the bookshelf."

Has even the profession of librarian been eliminated?
Khalil couldn't help laughing.

Although books are still placed among the thick solid wood bookshelves, machines have replaced labor.There will no longer be a person familiar with every book in the library leading you to the bookshelves to find
He pursed his lips, nodded to the machine as a way to thank him, then walked straight, turned right, and as expected, he found the book he needed in the third row of books.

He took it off, gently.His fingers brushed over its brown book cover and the gold-wrapped corners, with a complicated look on his face.

"That's Terra's history." A voice rang out from the shadows between the bookshelves, and Khalil wasn't surprised.He knew early on that there would be forbidden troops here.

He turned his head and saw a giant who was slightly smaller than him.The armors of the imperial guards were not all the same. The one in front of him put the double-headed eagle emblem representing the human empire on the chest of the armor, making it look more solemn.

"Yes." Khalil nodded. "Your Excellency?"

The imperial guard took off his helmet silently. He didn't seem to be fully armed, with a pair of double swords stuck in his waist.As far as patrols are concerned, such attire is also very unusual.

The face under the helmet is even more special.His skin was dark, and the white snake tattoo began to spread along the curve of the cheekbones and extended to the end of the lower lip.In terms of his looks, this tattoo is obviously more impressive.

"La Endymion," he said quietly. "I have many names, but you can call me that."

"Then, my lord Endymion, may I ask you a question?"

"If what you want to talk about is Constantine Waldo's injury, then I can't tell you. The commander is receiving treatment, and he is seriously injured."

Khalil pursed his lips and nodded.

"I'm very sorry."

"I don't need your apology, Khalil Rohars. And I believe the commander doesn't need it either. We only need to obey the orders of the lord."

Khalil nodded again with a complex expression—Nios had previously said that Constantine would not accept it, and the imperial guard also used similar rhetoric.

Considering he knows next to nothing about Constantine Waldo's character, he'll take their advice.

It's just that, in this way, there is no need to apologize.

If the victim himself does not accept it, then as the murderer, no matter how sincere his apology is, he is only deceiving himself and others.An apology that is not accepted is meaningless.

With a sigh, Khalil changed the subject.

"Your Excellency seems to know a lot about this place?"

"I'm often on duty near the library." La Endymion nodded. "In my spare time, I read them. This book is one of my favorites."

"Can you introduce me to one or two?"

"if you are willing to."

Endymion said noncommittally. "My narrative is often judged by my companions as long and unnecessary. If you simply want to get a cursory look at the book, I would recommend that you try the mechanic. It has better description of."

"Compared to machines... I'd rather listen to people's stories."

The Forbidden Army nodded again.

"as you wish."

He spoke calmly.

"This book was written by multiple authors. Their names are no longer reliable, and the clues that can be speculated have long been lost in time. My lord has read this book, and he thinks there are not many mistakes. Therefore, Put it in the library. It would be an honor for those authors to know about it. As for its content."

La Endymion shook his head slowly.

"It's too heavy." The Forbidden Army said so, his evaluation was very brief, and it had nothing to do with what he said before as 'lengthy and unnecessary'.

Khalil couldn't help smiling.

"Heavy?" he asked. "Which aspect?"

"...I can prove it for you with an example."

The Imperial Army said calmly: "If you look at it, you will find that Terra's history is divided into many periods, marked by wars. During the Battle of Tyranny, the last ocean on Terra Stolen by a woman named Koja Zu."

"...the last piece of ocean?" Khalil stared at him blankly. "what does that mean?"

"Literally, Khalil Rohars."

La Endymion calmly put on his helmet, raised his hands, and saluted him, then turned and disappeared into the shadow cast by the bookshelf.But his last words still echoed in Khalil's ears.

"She stole the last ocean on Terra, that's all."

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