40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 86 84. Nine (3k)

Thinking is a virtue.

To be precise, it is a rare treasure.Very few people know how to use it, and very few are able to use it on their own initiative.

Even those visionaries who are most optimistic about the future of mankind will admit one thing after glancing at the human race pessimistically.

Most people go with the flow.

Most people are just following other people.

If someone said one, they shouted one without thinking.If someone shouted three, they shouted three together.

Sometimes these people suddenly realize how ridiculous their behavior really is, but only sometimes.They'll realize it, and then they'll forget about it.

Khalil calmly put the book down without reading it.

No. 60 days.

He said the word silently, closed his eyes, silenced his thoughts, and threw them into another world.

It's been No.60 days and the voyage is coming to an end.As for the book for Khalil, it's over, too.

Reading it doesn't make sense at all.

The discourse throughout the text reveals a ridiculous and terrible self-esteem. The author almost despises everyone, but he can't name specific examples. He is just criticizing, nothing more, and it stops here.

There has never been a shortage of thinkers in this world, and doers are truly rare people.

It's just a thought, what effort does it take?
The human brain has endowed the master with the power of imagination since evolution, just imagination, no need to do anything.No preparation, no long waiting, not even a drop of sweat.
He would have read to pass the last hour of the landing, but the book didn't give him the chance.He had read it over and over again, but repeated reading and watching brought a deeper understanding and disgust.

Lowering his head, Khalil moved the book to the edge of the desk so that it was completely against the wall.

He leaned against the wall to read. There was no furniture of his size on this ship. For sixty days, his most common form of rest was to stand against the wall.

Khalil is not dissatisfied with this, in fact, he even likes this feeling a little bit.

Standing up, he bowed his head and walked out the door of the room.At this moment, a servitor just staggered over from the other end of the old corridor.

The way it walked was interesting, not a way any normal human being would choose to walk.Its knees do not bend, and the soles of its feet barely touch the ground.The two legs are waving like knives, such an unsteady posture, but it walks very fast.

It came to Khalil and took out a document that had just been printed out from a wooden storage box hanging on his chest.It came from the surface of Macragge via an old antique brooder on the bridge.

Khalil reached out to take it, and said softly, "Thank you."

He knew why the valet had handed over the document, not the officer or captain who accompanied the ship.They have other things to be busy at the moment, and Khalil has also specially instructed them.

The servitor didn't answer, but just walked away in silence.It has no voice function, so it doesn't speak like the servitor on the Nightfall.Khalil watched it go away, his eyes drifted to the far end of the corridor, and he frowned thoughtfully.

Lowering his head, he began to read the document.

a license.

Khalil thought as he read.Sent by the court of Robert Guilliman, arriving on their ship.

The power of technology.
However, I am more concerned about another matter now.

The giant among the giants calmly turned his head and looked at the other end of the corridor.At the end of his line of sight, there was a tightly closed door on the side of the corridor.

Van Cleef, you have not left your room for twenty-four days.

He narrowed his eyes slowly.
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Where?where?
Van Cleef looked anxiously.

Where?In 15 minutes, I will lead the first Dalian to land, where is it?He searched, and kept searching.Searching in his armor in his room, forgetting even the open door.

"Captain?"

Who?
--Who?

VanCleef looked back.

Ah, it's Siani.Siani greeted him from the closed gate.

"Commander, are you okay?" Ciani asked, staring intently at Van Cleef's face, his pupils were black, as black as the decayed teeth of dead people.

Behind him, in the hallway of the open door, more people were peering in the dark.

Wait, an open door?
Van Cleef tried to laugh suspiciously.

But he didn't—he was annoyed.

"I'm fine." He said deadpan. "You don't go to gather, why do you gather here?"

"Because we want to help you, Captain."

Siani, whose pupils were as black as the teeth of a dead man, took a step forward, his movements were slow but gentle.His steps—his steps, were as light as a feather falling to the ground.

"Help me?" Van Cleef wanted to laugh again, but this time he laughed out of anger.He snapped. "I don't need any help, Ciani, I'm just looking for a piece of paper!"

"What paper, company commander?"

"My paper! What's the matter with you, Siani? Go back to where you belong!"

'Go back to where you were supposed to be? '

What am I talking about?is this my voiceIs this something I should say?Why am I so impatient with him?

I've always liked the energy of Ciani, my brother and my descendant. I've never been so angry with any of my brothers, especially with such unreasonable anger.

What am I doing?
This question emerged in Van Cleef's mind, followed by a vague panic, but it didn't last long.

A cold hand grabbed his right hand, Siani grinned, and countless pairs of eyes began to watch from behind the tightly closed door.

Faintly, Van Cleef heard a chuckle of satisfaction.

"Syani?" The company commander raised his head blankly, his pupils rolled up. "Primarch? Lord Khalil?"

"They're not here," Ciani said, smiling.He was wearing power armor, and Van Cleef was wearing power armor, but he—or rather, it.Its icy coolness reached Van Cleef's heart completely.

The terrible chill from behind the curtain completely frozen Van Cleef's heart, making him unable to pursue any possible traces.

Only numbness.

"Commander, where is your paper?" Siani from Terra asked with a smile.If Van Cleef could still 'see' and 'perceive', then he would definitely realize something was wrong.

But he could see nothing now, a soft blue light shone in the depths of his pupils, some ancient avian creature scraping its feathers at the captain's brain, making it quiver, causing it to be destroy.

"Paper," muttered VanCleef. "I do not know where it is."

"Here." Ciani smiled and stretched out his left hand, which happened to have a piece of paper on it.A piece of blank paper was created at the other end of the empire, and it arrived here after crossing an unimaginable distance.

The pattern on it flickers, and everything is as usual.Van Cleef stood up straight, took it blankly, and instinctively had a little doubt.

"Why would I want it?" he asked. "What do I need it for?"

He wasn't looking at the paper, but the distorted eagle at the top was looking at him.It has two heads.

The Imperial Aquila also has two heads. No problem.thought VanCleef.He let it pass his mind again, without a trace.

"You need it to kill a man, Captain VanCleef."

"You were born to kill, weren't you? You killed sinners, villains, villains, old people, women, men, children—you even killed things you didn't even know you should call human beings."

"So, why not have one more today? What's more, you have always wanted to kill people along the way, right? You want a glorious battle."

Siani - Siani from Terra - his countenance began to boil.

Then he laughs.

Who to kill?Van Cleef called instinctively, blankly.I only execute the sinners, I am the judge, I will never kill the innocent.

"Kill Tarasa Euton," it said. "You have never met her, but you will kill her, because she is the foster mother of Robert Guilliman and Robert Guilliman wants his Ultramarines to infiltrate your Primarch's home planet, so they are both guilty .”

Van Cleef let out a grunt that sounded more like coughing blood than talking.

"Kill her," said the thing with Siani's face. "Kill Tarasa Eudon, Captain VanCleef, and you shall have the honor you desire."

— There was a knock on the door.

"He came, but it was too late, he respected you, so he ignored too many things. Everyone is like this, everyone can be used"

The thing laughed with satisfaction, like a monster looking forward to the completion of the plot.

Siani's flesh stretched out, the skin slid and twisted, and the camouflaged skin disappeared in an instant, leaving only a twisted spirit.But it didn't exist for a long time, just in an instant, the laws that belonged to the real world oppressed it enormously, driving it back to its place.

But that's enough.

It has done its job, it has everything it needs in the palm of its hand.It contentedly returned itself to the Blu-ray, and left a mark on Van Cleef.It is extremely obscure, if you don't cut open the heart with your own hands, you won't be able to detect it.

And now, the Captain was waking up.

He looked at the knocked door, went to it, opened it, and saw Karyl Rohars.The latter stared at him calmly, as if a sharp knife had been scraped deep in his pupils.

"Van Cleef." He nodded in greeting. "There are still 15 minutes, are you ready?"

'certainly. '

"Of course." Van Cleef nodded solemnly and calmly, as always. "Are you still going to use the ninth formation to accept the review as planned, instructor?"

"Yes." Khalil said thoughtfully.He stared at VanCleef, and nodded slowly after a moment.

"Yes." He repeated softly. "Ninth formation, that's right."

　sneak attack!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)