40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 87. 85. Between the Stars (Part 3, [-]k)

In Van Cleef's eyes, the tone of the world has turned into a gloomy forest blue, as if someone personally wrapped a thin layer of silk around his eyes.

Everything became ominous and cold in this color, but Van Cleef didn't notice anything wrong.

His thoughts were almost frozen, except for some intentionally preserved instincts, there was only one simple idea left, a goal that was buried in his flesh and bone marrow.

Tarasa Euton.

He muttered the name silently.They are strangers and have never met, but they already have deep hatred and killing intent.

The first company commander walked crisply and neatly. He entered the deck from the corridor, and from the deck entered the transport ship that was about to land on the Macragge orbit. The face under the helmet was numb and indifferent, but no one noticed that something was wrong, not even Siani. .

"Are you nervous, Captain?" As always, he asked in his usual cheery tone over the comm channel.

"Hush, Siani," his captain replied gravely, as always.

"It's not time for silence yet, Captain."

"Now is the time for silence, Siani."

"Well, say what you want." Siani from Terra smiled on the comm channel, and then kept quiet as he ordered.

The deck of the transport plane began to tremble, which meant it was about to take off.And docking crews from Macragge have actually boarded their ship and are doing an inventory.

The ninety tons of precious gold had been discussed many times by the [-]st Company of the Eighth Legion. Victory makes more holy Terminator power armor
Adamantite is always precious, so every bit should be used wisely.

They quickly set up the formation as they discussed together during the 59 dinners. Khalil Rohars, their instructor, and the first company commander stood at the forefront, forming the sharp point of the arrow.

Unlike the [-] soldiers of the [-]st Dalian who were wearing power armor, Khalil Rohars was only wearing a serious and simple black uniform. Not really good either.

However, he has always been indifferent.

"Van Cleef." Khalil greeted calmly, looking straight ahead.

The transport plane is much larger than the Storm Eagle, and it can even be said to be staggeringly large.The warriors behind him were silent, power armor humming.It was supposed to be quiet here, but the roar of the engine and the tremor of the deck made everything noisy.

However, his voice was still heard clearly and unmistakably in Van Cleef's ears.

And then—the instinct that was deliberately kept started to work again.

"Master Khalil."

"How are you these days?"

"...Of course, why do you ask?"

"Just want to confirm your condition." Khalil turned his head and calmly stared at Van Cleef's eyepiece. "You've been uncharacteristically quiet lately, haven't you?"

".I'm sorry, my lord."

"Why do you apologize? You have done nothing wrong, this is not a time of war, and everyone has the right to be alone."

"Yes, my lord."

"No, Van Cleef."

Khalil sighed softly and shook his head.

"I mean, alone." He turned his head and said so. "True solitude."

There was a ripple in the numb heart, but Van Cleef knew nothing about it.

He still said the name of Tarasa Euton, but everything else was sealed.

Only one side of him was caught by the deliberately preserved instinct, and then, this side of him answered the question quietly with his usual attitude, with his respect for Khalil.

"Do you mean the feeling of looking into one's own heart?" asked the Captain. "I've only been lucky enough to experience it in a few meditations."

"Looking inside yourself is a dangerous thing, Van Cleef. It can allow a person to see himself clearly, but it can also allow something to slip in. The beauty of being alone is thinking, but thinking is not always Good thing."

"...I don't understand you, my lord."

"Of course Van Cleef doesn't understand."

Khalil lowered his head, observing the tremor of the flight deck beneath his feet, and said nothing more.

His calm was followed by a terrible silence, and it also caused a ripple of uneasiness in the 490 nine soldiers of the Eighth Legion behind them.

After a long time, Siani spoke softly.He didn't use the comm channel, and didn't let the breath grid change his voice.

At this moment, the transport ship just pushed through the clouds and began to land vertically.Visions of Macragge flashed through the porthole.

Forest—Mountain—Clear Spring.

Then there are cities.

A huge city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with birds flying across the blue sky.The mountains at the far end are covered with heavy snow, and the vast expanse of whiteness is very interesting.Beyond these, are mountains and waterfalls.

And under their feet is just the right apron that combines classic and modern.There were flags fluttering on the top of thirteen huge milky white stone pillars, and the originally crowded crowd gradually became clear as the landing progressed.

The characteristic blue, white and gold colors of the Ultramarines began to emerge, along with their logo, a huge emblem resembling the letter U.

"Instructor?" Siani called softly. "Is there a problem with the company commander?"

"He's not a problem, Ciani, I'm a problem. I'm still stuck in my old identity, I haven't fully adjusted, and that's what brought this to this point. I'm a bad trainer, but things are turning around now. "

Khalil shook his head calmly.

"Get ready," he said softly. "We're about to land, we still have a chance."

"What chance, instructor?" Ciani asked.

"Save," Khalil said.

Beside him, VanCleef stood as still as a corpse.
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"I still want to say that it is not right for you to drag me here, my lord."

"Please, ma'am, just for one day, can you stop calling me your lord?"

"grown ups."

"Ms. Euton."

"Yes, my lord, I am here."

"."

Robert Guilliman shook his head with a sigh. His second-in-command, Marius Gage, the Chapter Master of the First Chapter of the Ultramarines Legion, saw this scene, and immediately let himself look at the ahead.

"Today is an important day, ma'am."

"Of course I know today is an important day, my lord. I can hardly recall a day like this, when you got your Legion together and even called back your First Chapter Master— —Lord Marius, I hope your paperwork for today has been completed."

Gage coughed, but said nothing.

Of course he didn't finish it. Who can deal with the mountain of government reports in one morning?
"So, if today is not important, then when will it be, my lord?"

".Marius, can you please ask my steward to stop mocking me on this matter?"

Marius Gage heard his Primarch Robert Guilliman ask in a helpless tone.

"Master Marius, please tell my master, Sir Robert Guilliman, that I am very dissatisfied with his behavior of dragging me here, but I will definitely not be dissatisfied enough to dare to ridicule him."

"."

Gage decided to keep silent, he didn't want to be part of this conversation.

The person who had been talking to Robert Guilliman before was a middle-aged woman. She was tall compared to ordinary people, but she still looked short in front of the Ultramarines and their Primarchs.

She is very thin, her short hair is already gray, and the beauty of the past can still be seen on the face that has been soaked by the years.It's just that this face is somewhat unhappy at the moment.

"Miss--"

The Primarch of the Ultramarines, the giant Robert Guilliman with short blond hair and a crown of green leaves, sighed helplessly again. "—This meeting is different from what you think, it is a bit special."

"So, can you explain it to me?" Tarasa Eudon, Robert Guilliman's housekeeper and his adoptive mother, raised her head and asked.

"I can't now!"

Robert Guilliman finally couldn't bear it any longer. The emotions squeezed by the three hours of persuasion and a little anxiety caused him to wave his arm in annoyance - of course, part of the reason was because he was talking to Tallasha Euton speaks.

If facing other people, he will not be like this.

"I originally planned to go to the other end of the limit star field with the ship to explore, but I came back abruptly, ma'am, their visit is really sudden, and the leader is someone I didn't expect at all."

"Who?"

"Caryl Rohars."

"It sounds like a mouthful of a name, so what kind of person is he?"

".I have no idea."

Robert Guilliman lowered his voice, and there was a doubt on his handsome face that he didn't realize.This emotion was seen through by his butler at a glance. "My brothers all had their own description of him, and it was different."

"That's interesting." Guilliman's steward frowned. "That means he's either a double-faced villain, or a"

"What is it?"

"A man like you."

Madam Euton's answer surprised Robert Guilliman, who could not help smiling.

He bowed his head and said in an affectionate tone: "No, no, my lady, you are mistaken. He is not like me. Ah, here they are, that ship, come with me, lady."

Is it really different?

Tarasa Euton, who was over fifty, raised her head and walked, watching her child, a star she had raised with her own hands.

She smiled and shook her head.

They've all looked up to him since he was 12 years old.Today, every coin issued by Macragge bears his face and that of his adoptive father, and every decision of Macragge must go through his nod.
Her child has become so luxuriant, a towering tree, but still does not realize what he looks like in people's eyes.

You look different to everyone, Robert.she thought silently.In my impression, only God can do this.

And the man on the transport ship that fell from the sky... that man named Khalil Rohars, who is he?

(End of this chapter)