40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 73 72. Self-report of a madman (3k)

conscription
conscription?

Conrad Koz picked up the document, looked at it carefully—he read every word over and over again, then raised his head in a daze, put the document down, and picked up the attached document from the side The material was read.

There are about a few hundred pages of material, and the thickness is astonishing.The pale yellow paper is intricately patterned around the edges, and the Imperial Skyhawk logo shines across the top of each page.Curz wondered what material they were made of to make them look so solemn.

He reads them carefully and carefully, so carefully that even the punctuation marks have to be considered for a moment.

He spent half an hour on this pile of materials, and carefully annotated with a pen. After finishing all this, Conrad Koz sighed heavily.

conscription
This is a very serious topic, so serious that it even made Conrad Koz suddenly feel extremely tired again.

The Eighth Legion currently only has 2 people. This number may sound like a lot, but compared with other legions, it can only be said to be pitifully small.

After all, the Legion is a Legion, 2 people. Even if the Eighth Legion's duty is to be judges, rather than frontal assault fighters, this number is a bit too small.

That said, conscription is an imperative.

It is impossible that there will be no casualties in the war. If the source of soldiers is not replenished, then no matter how elite the Eighth Army is, they will inevitably die little by little.
But where to recruit?
Conrad Koz began to slowly recall the words on the materials.

The current Iron Hands and the former Tenth Legion's original recruiting place was also Terra, but it was not a prison, but spread all over the world. Among them, the Albia region had the largest number of people and the most widespread reputation.

The emperor's sons, the third legion, are recruited from Terra, and their members come from the nobles of Europa. And they are the best young children among them. They were sent by their defeated parents to express their apology to the emperor. with respect.

Imperial Fist, [-]th Legion, also Terra
Word Bearers, Legion No.17, or Terra
Tera seemed to be a word that couldn't be avoided—but Curz knew something else.

After reuniting with the Primarch, all legions will call the Primarch's planet their home planet, and they will recruit troops from the planet where the Primarch landed.This seems to be a tradition, and almost all regiments have chosen to do it in unison
Thinking of this, Conrad Koz opened his eyes numbly.

Conscription from Nostramo
How many years would it take him to turn Nostramo into a normal world?ten years? 20 years?Or 30 years?
Khalil's words sounded the alarm for him and opened a heavy door.Conrad Koz has understood how difficult this is, and it's not as easy as he can make people fully awake with a wave of his arms
He had to bring the Nostramos to their senses.

silence.

The Lord of the Eighth Legion, Konrad Curz, sat on his chair and looked forward calmly, his gaze was out of focus.After a moment, he smiled and shook his head.

difficulty?Difficult indeed, almost despairingly so.

However, it is difficult.

How can it be?

Lowering his head with a chuckle, he continued to read the document.

When I do this, time always flies so fast that it is even surprising.Six hours flew past Konrad Koz's eyes, and when he raised his head again, a person appeared in front of him unconsciously.

"."

He leaned back sharply, with such force that the chair specially made by the Eighth Legion for the Primarch creaked.

"Take it easy," Khalil said with a smile. "Just to see you."

".I am at work."

"Ah, has the leader of the Eighth Legion chased away people?"

"."

Curz lowered his head and muttered, "I didn't say that how long have you been here?"

"It didn't take long for you to be very focused and attentive when you were working. This is a rare quality. Many people in Conrad want to enter this state every day, but there is no way to knock on the door. A few people can enter, but maintain Soon."

Khalil raised his head, and babbled something rare that made Curz puzzled. In the past, although Khalil would praise him, it was very purposeful, and he would point out his words after the compliment insufficient.

But now.
"Yeah." Khalil blinked. "Anyway, come on."

"...Is there anything you want to say to me, Khalil?"

"Well, probably not."

"really?"

Khalil nodded nonchalantly: "Fake."

".what?"

"fake."

The giant chuckled, leaning against the long silver table and shaking his head. "I'm not going to lie to you, so—it's a lie. Of course I have something to tell you, but I don't know how to say it, Conrad."

"."

Conrad Koz looked at Khalil without saying a word, waiting for his next words.

"."

Khalil Rohars looked at Conrad Kotz without saying a word, and waited for his next sentence—or, rather, for him to speak first.

"."

Curz finally gave in. He pursed his lips and asked, "What's the matter, Khalil?"

Khalil lowered his head and was silent for a very long time.He had never been so cramped, so disturbed, by Conrad Coates.An emotion that Curz didn't know how to express was slowly flowing on that pale face.

"...I want to confess something to you, Conrad." He whispered.

"what?"

"I didn't intend to stay in the Eighth Army." Khalil said in a low voice.

Conrad Koz stood up abruptly, the palms supporting the table trembling.

"Don't worry, listen to me, Conrad."

Khalil didn't look at him, but stared at the tabletop, searching for his own blurred reflection in the flickering light.He sighed softly, and spoke again: "At the beginning, I didn't want to live long."

"I can't stand Nostramo - I can't stand every bit of it, not even the smallest detail."

"The rotten and sour air, the sky forever covered by thick clouds, the coughing workers on the side of the road, the cannibal gangs, the corrupt aristocrats and the colluding officials."

"Even fucking rats can eat people, Conrad. They only eat people"

"Nostramo, this place, it was driving me crazy. Especially after I found out that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't save this planet in the best possible way... I was completely crazy. "

"So, when I found you at the bottom of that mine, I was almost a treasure. You have no sin in you, you are not contaminated by Nostramo, you are still pure. Yes, you have nothing to do with the world I know, but so what? I don't care, Conrad. I know what I can do, I've always known."

"The Empire calls my powers psionic, but I used to think of them as something else. I see them as responses from the dead, haunted by the obsession of the dead, Konrad. They're calling I, want me to avenge them. I can't live up to this power. My original plan was to raise you up, and I intend to let you learn the best way to change the world little by little."

"And myself, I will use the stupidest and fastest way to ignite the whole world, and I will let it burn, otherwise, where will the nourishment for you to change the world come from?"

"And you know what happened after that."

"I failed. My plan wasn't perfect. It was hardly even a plan. It was just a shell. It had a beginning and an end, but there was nothing in between."

"And for a madman like me, it's already the limit of what I can do. I mentioned the countdown to you, yes, I really thought there was such a thing at that time. The obsession of the dead Gave me strength, but also exposed me to the gaze of something, I must finish my mission as soon as possible and die, or I will endanger the whole world."

"I can't live like this, Conrad, I wanted to die until you saved me. After that, everything changed."

"My plan failed, but I succeeded. But now it's different, Conrad. I have met the Emperor, and I have a covenant with him. I can't tell you what the covenant is. But it is definitely not for me to join the Eighth Army. He has no restrictions on me, but I know it, I know it very well."

"I can't join your legion at will. Even though I really want to, he persuaded me, but I can't ignore the rules that your legion relies on to enter."

"The Eighth Legion is the judge, Conrad, your legion is the executor of the rules. And the executors of the rules themselves must not cross the line."

"If, as your adoptive father, I join the Eighth Legion, how will you convince the public? These fighters have gone through all kinds of hardships to become Astartes. Why should I join without doing anything?"

"Besides, what will people think of you if they find out? This empire is huge, Conrad. What will they think of you if they know?"

I do not care.Conrad Coates thought.I don't care at all.I know you're doing the right thing and I'm going to do the right thing in the future and I'll keep doing it so why should I care what they say?

He didn't speak, didn't interrupt, just waited sourly for Khalil to finish.

"Your company commander came to me today because of this, and he didn't even know how to say it. My guess is that Ciani told him. After all, Ciani is also a company."

"He was sitting in front of me, and I could see that he was a man of the rules. But he took the initiative to violate the rules. I could see his anxiety and shame. He struggled under the torment of these two emotions. Sitting in front of me and trying to get me to stay."

Khalil closed his eyes.

"I tried to tell him I wanted to stay too, but I couldn't."

"So I've come to ask you." He said in an almost dreamlike voice. "Do you think I should stay?"

Conrad Coates didn't speak for a long time.He lowered his head, then raised it again, and there was a sparkle beneath his eyelids.Khalil never opened his eyes, he just waited, calmly.

". Legion instructor."

After a long time, Conrad Koz said so.

"Legion Instructor Khalil Rohars, you have been conscripted. With the authority granted to me by the laws of the Empire, in the name of Primarch Konrad Curz, I conscript you into the Eighth Legion as a fighter and close Kill the instructor with a cold weapon. Are you willing?"

".Conrad—"

"—in the name of the Emperor, will you! Khalil Rohars!"

After a while, Khalil chuckled lightly, and there were endless complications in that laugh.

with pleasure.

"You're using the rules," he whispered. "A quick learner, Conrad."

"Then," Khalil said softly. "I join."

　Sorry, I sat for too long today, my back hurts, I can’t write anymore, I owe 3k and pay it back tomorrow.

　　In addition, I saw that some readers said that they did not understand why Kalil had been struggling with this issue for too long, which is actually quite normal. He is a lunatic, didn’t you see it?If only you could understand a madman. Right?

　　This chapter is not included in the Eighth Legion.

　　Last but not least, tomorrow will probably be called the Night Lords.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)