40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 85 83. Nine (3, [-]k)

"No. 18 days of sailing."

"Everything is as usual, except that Siani has been restless recently, looking for people to fight, and my brothers are very calm. This makes me very relieved, at least they all understand what they should do."

"Master Khalil hasn't shown up for three days. I asked the crew, and they said that he has been learning some knowledge about sailing from the captain on the ship."

"This is really in line with his style. Although we haven't been together for a long time, we are already willing to admit that he is the instructor of the Eighth Army. Sometimes, this attitude of leading by example is more inspiring than other things. "

"However, this matter does embarrass me a bit. The voyage has continued so far, and we haven't encountered any place that needs us, and I feel a little dissatisfied in my heart."

"I realize that it's terribly frustrating to realize that I shouldn't expect a fight, that sort of thing may be my calling, but it's not for the rest of the crew. Peace is precious to anyone I should learn to find something to do for myself, like Lord Khalil."

VanCleef put down his pen and finished his writing.He picked up the piece of paper, tore it slowly, and threw it on the table.He closed his eyes and began to restore the paper by memory alone. After 27 seconds, he opened his eyes and saw a puddle of broken paper.

Sighing, the captain picked them up and threw them into the trash can beside the desk.Tomorrow morning, the machine servant will come to clean up the trash.They would die with the flames of a garbage incinerator somewhere on the ship, like these thoughts of his.

Van Cleef has maintained this habit for 11 years.He has long forgotten why he started, but this habit has helped him a lot in the past 11 years.

Looking inside yourself is helpful for anyone, unless that person is extremely proud.

Standing up, he walked out of the room, still wearing the MK2, his footsteps were dull and reverberating.

Maintaining a state of armor during the voyage is a clear rule, and for the Astartes, they don't need to lie in bed to rest.Sometimes, a single quiet meditation session is enough to resolve physical fatigue.

As he wrote, he was going to find something to do for himself--but he definitely wasn't going around looking for a fight like Ciani did.

These days, Ciani annoyed the armor-piercing servitors so much that one wondered if they were becoming self-aware.

Thinking of this, a fleeting smile appeared on Van Cleef's staid face.

Siani, Siani from Terra, a brash young man with no surname, the son of criminals like them, but so what?

Now, he's fighting for redemption.Therefore, his vigor and vitality are exactly what the gloomy people of the Eighth Army need.When reticence is the majority, vitality is a rare treasure.

Sighing, Van Cleef went away.
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"Seven days of sailing No.20."

"Business as usual? Should I say that? Or should I choose to use another word? Quiet? Yes, it's so quiet. In the past, I could stand the quiet because, after all, we were always on the way to war. "

"A man who works is happy. I read this sentence in a book. It is true and not wrong. People do need to work, but not for work, but to prove their own. worth going to work”

"As an Astartes, my value can only be revealed in war."

"But it's different now. I can't stand such a peaceful life. I think I can guess the reason. The first reason, and the biggest reason, is because I'm far away from the Primarch."

"The Legion is supposed to stay with their Primarch, isn't it? It's a matter of course. But I have to suffer, and for the future of Nostramo, it's bearable."

"Although I don't like—or even hate that planet, it obviously still has the value of being transformed. Whether it's the special treatment as the original body's home planet, or the follow-up effects of the adamantium, it All have the value of being transformed."

"And, for those who suffer, it deserves a rescue."

"As for the second reason, I guess it should be because this voyage is not a subspace voyage. In the past, we always departed urgently and arrived urgently."

"Although subspace navigation is dangerous, at least it can shorten the journey that takes years or even decades to a very optimistic figure. But now it is different, the two-month voyage is a bit unbearable."

"I am ashamed of this. I shouldn't let this affect me, but I can't help it. I desperately hope that this wait will end quickly, and I hope that the transaction can be successfully completed and we can return to the Primarch as soon as possible around. In the past, I could bear it because I had never seen our Primarch, but now"

Van Cleef silently put down the pen in his hand, not wanting to write any more.He silently picked up the paper and threw it into the trash can.

After finishing all this, he walked out the door, the scenery outside the armored glass porthole was as usual, and he saw the shadows of those frigates again, they were sailing in the dark vacuum, their tails sprayed out brilliant traces, shining with the starry sky.

The first company commander of the Eighth Army walked away silently. He was going to find something to do for himself, as he had to.
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"Six days of sailing No.30."

"Halfway through the journey, I am very happy. Siani seemed to see it, and made a point of joking with me at dinner today. His bad jokes made everyone laugh, even Lord Khalil. Although he did not Clearly, but that fleeting smile was too obvious for us."

"It seems that all my brothers are in normal moods except me. Realizing this makes the hidden guilt in my heart all the more obvious, and I actually start to yearn for a sudden encounter-preferably without death kind of."

"I will lead my brothers to gang-jump, and then to a glorious victory. I don't need to know who the enemy is, they can be aliens in hiding, some planets that have not surrendered to the empire, or a group Pirates. I don't care, as long as there are enemies I can fight."

"This idea has been entrenched in my mind for many days. It has slowly developed into a burden that cannot be shaken off. I am very upset and ashamed about it, but I don't know how to deal with it."

"I have started to spend my extra energy in the temporary training room like Ciani, but this idea is still difficult to get rid of."

"I loathe it, and I loathe myself."

"Master Khalil should have seen the reason behind my recent silence. He asked me several times in indirect ways, and wanted to talk to me, but, out of shame, I refused."

"And he didn't ask any more. He always does. He has a comfortable norm and bottom line in some places. But I was a little eager for him to ask, so that I could express my shame under the pressure he exerted. .”

"But he didn't, so I kept silent. I had to."

"After all, I am the first company commander of the Eighth Legion. My brothers trust me, the Primarch also trusts me, and Lord Khalil also trusts me. How can I live up to their trust? I must find a way to completely drive away this kind of thinking. out of my mind."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to win, and there's nothing wrong with wanting to prove your worth with work, but I can never prove it in the form of looking forward to war"

"I need to be calm, it's a bit difficult, but I believe I should be able to do it."

"In addition, I decided not to write these papers that will eventually become ashes in the fire from tomorrow. It is a bit of a waste. These papers are valuable, and these pens and inks are also valuable. Their value should not be used by me. Come and write crap that no one will see."

Van Cleef put down the pen in his hand wearily, and sighed slowly.He raised his palms, covered his face, and rubbed them.The ferocious face actually looked a little sad at this moment.

Five minutes later, he stood up and left his empty room.
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"Four days on the voyage."

"I made it! I stopped thinking about those things!"

"In six days, we will arrive at our destination. The scenery along the way is finally not so lifeless. The frigates are now spread out, forming a discrete guard formation on both sides of the ship. We don't need to be so close gone."

"After all, we have already entered the Macragge galaxy. This is the brother of our father Conrad Koze, the mother galaxy of Robert Guilliman. It is extremely safe, although there are still many places that have not been explored. bright."

"Today, looking out the portholes, I saw many ships hurrying away, all of them with their own mission, just like me. Realizing this really choked me up. I never thought that I To be so eager for a fight."

"Master Khalil reminded me once again today. He said that the most dangerous part of war is not death, but the creation of a continuous stream of dead people while creating a batch of living dead people."

"I know what he's saying, and I agree with him. It's true, we fight to bring peace, to undo sin, not to fight for the sake of fighting."

"I have survived this single test. I have not humiliated the First Dalian, I have not failed the trust of my brothers, and I have not failed the trust of the Primarch. And Lord Khalil, I hope that one day, I will be able to stand up Chest told him that I thank him for his tireless work these days."

Smiling, Van Cleef put down the quill in his hand, and threw the page into the overflowing trash can.

　The update is complete, and the debt is paid off.

　　In addition, I recommend a Warhammer fanfic. No.1 said that the writing style is very good, and it is much closer to the style of the Black Library than mine. Although it is still a seedling, it is worth reading. It is written about the Forbidden Army.

　　Warhammer: Dream of Shining Gold

　　


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