40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 9 9. Free Will
Sighing, Khalil plunged the blade into someone's heart.

He didn't care about his name, or whether it hurt or not.In fact, Khalil ran to another target before the victim fell to the ground with a grunt.

He gallops, while still keeping his sideways dodging incoming bullets.They growled and angrily punched holes in the wall behind him.The moment the bullet entered the wall and produced powder, his blade also entered a flesh body.

Then he cut, slitting the belly with his left hand and the throat with his right.The human body is really fragile, and there are vital points all over the body.

"It's that ghost!" Someone shouted in the darkness, with naked fear in his voice. "That vengeful spirit!"

He must be shaking.Khalil thought.Realizing this made him laugh a little.

Yes, here I come.

And you.
In the dark and dark corridor, deep laughter slowly sounded.

The matter of killing was too simple for Khalil.He did it with ease, it was very natural, simpler than breathing, it almost became an instinct.

For him, killing was like doing simple math.One plus one equals two. Do you still need to use paper and pen to calculate carefully?

Of course not.

But that doesn't mean he likes it.

He didn't kill for the sake of killing.

Five minutes later, Khalil decapitated the last person in the long hallway.

He stopped where he was, looked back at the corpses and pieces of meat all over the ground, and took a few deep breaths.He tasted the blood-soaked air and waited.

After sensing the tremor coming from the other end of the corridor, Khalil jumped up without hesitation, and briefly clung to the ceiling with the help of the blade.

There was a lot of gunfire, automatics, shotguns, machine guns—someone even fired a laser gun at the place.It made him squint and lick his lips involuntarily.

Half a minute later, after the deadly rain of bullets roared away, he landed again.

The sound of landing was very slight, but it was still detected.It couldn't be helped, he couldn't be as quiet as a ghost, and the gangs were very sharp.

In fact, Khalil thought they were a little too sharp for a bunch of lunatics on LSD, or anything else that would cause hallucinations.

After realizing that he was still alive, someone yelled and threw a crudely made grenade over, and Khalil smiled and kicked it back, the movement was very natural, just like kicking a ball.

The gang offered him a present, and Khalil, who thought he was a man of manners, responded with a violent explosion and flames—and, of course, the chaos that followed.

This sudden explosion solved more than a dozen small troubles for Khalil that had to be solved with blades and violence, but he didn't think it was a good thing.

It's too loud.

Hmm. Mistake.

Run quickly to leave the gap in the scene, he thought so.

There's no room for refutation about that, it's his job to surprise people when they're caught off guard.

You never know what the gang can come up with to bombard you.

Homemade grenades are considered to be the least dangerous among them. This kind of thing is better than a rocket launcher that can blow down a building at once.

Taking a deep breath, Khalil tensed the muscles in his legs, planning to leave.

He can't stay long unless he wants to go through a carnival like the ghosts.

Half a second later, Khalil's eyes lit up with that cold blue light again.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped out of the window briskly, bent his knees the moment he landed, his muscles swelled, and he reached the top of a tall building several hundred meters away in an instant with only a few vertical jumps.

During this process, the wind was whistling loudly in his ears, and the freezing temperature almost made his skin lose consciousness, but he still kept his eyes wide open.

The scenery of Quintus flashed across his eyes, and he finally smiled when they disappeared completely.

A touch of the ground followed, which meant he had landed.

Taking another deep breath with a little tiredness, Khalil slowly sat down against the wall.His back was a little uncomfortable, and he needed something to relieve it.

There were a dozen or so air filters running quietly on the roof, they were in good condition and had obviously been serviced not too long ago.The people living in this building should have some relationship with the nobles, otherwise it would be impossible to get such living treatment.

With this matter in mind, Khalil began to focus on himself.Still, when he did it, there was always pain.

Every time.

After careful perception, Khalil noticed that the muscles in his legs were sore and his bones were whining.

Obviously, after going through the fight just now and running beyond the imagination of normal people, his body is protesting to him.

In other words, his physique is holding him back.

But it is not important.

The rain stopped.

Khalil shook his head, deciding to tell himself another joke with his most obnoxious sense of humor, just to ease his current bad mood.

"Look out," he said to himself. "At the very least, you returned those two motorcycles, didn't you? You must be polite and honest. If you borrow and return, it's not difficult to borrow again."

After telling the joke, Khalil waited 3 minutes.

He couldn't laugh, he never laughed.

I sure as hell have a terrible sense of humor and I hate telling jokes.Khalil thought.

He sighed, and then began to think.While doing this, he kept taking deep breaths.

The big purge is coming soon.he thinks.

Once in 20 years, almost a cruel law of nature - the nobles will benefit from it.In fact, they are profitable regardless of the purge or not.

This cruel affair is more like a form of entertainment to provide a way to pass what can be said?In Nostramo, this is not unusual.At least it's much more normal than sewing a living person up and using it as a mattress.

The former is still profitable, but the latter... If seeing is believing, Kalil may regard it as a crazy imagination.

Khalil smiled.

There are nearly [-] gangs in Quintus, and he can't kill them all, even to the point of death.As long as oppression from the nobility persists, the number of poor workers who choose to forsake their human status will increase.

The world has been changed, completely changed.How was he going to get everything back on track just by himself?
He couldn't even build a decent organization to recruit helpers.The way of thinking of the Nostramo people has been completely distorted, there is no place for too much kindness in this world
But killing to stop killing is not the answer, Khalil.

yeah i know.

Khalil closed his eyes, completely discarded distracting thoughts, and began to sink deeper into his mind, digging down continuously.Trying to plan was difficult in a place like Nostramo, but he had to try.

The gang whose leaders were killed by the ghost is called the Sons of Unity.

An inexplicable name.

Like every other gang, these guys always like to look up to the nobility.

Having such a weird and awkward name is also part of it.They thought that by doing so, they would one day enter the ranks of the nobles. Only a few people clearly understand that gangs are just dogs raised by the nobles.

Sons of the United - Khalil began to search for the name in his own memory, which he should not have.Still, it doesn't matter, does it?
Soon, he got the answer.

One of the bosses of the United Sons joined Shattertooth not long ago.

well.

Chattertooth, and Scole Walker
These are two honorable families with a long history, and now they should all be noticed by Quintus.It's really a good thing, I don't know if I have the luck to meet those distinguished adults?

Khalil sneered.

The Scolewalker family died a coroner and even though they probably had hundreds of them like it, the death of one of them was still not trivial
The Scolework family is very similar to all other upper-class nobles, there is only one thing that makes them special.

They put a lot of emphasis on 'rules' and 'honor'.

Sarcastic, right?
But it's true.

Those who serve them can get a lot, and with total loyalty these people can get almost anything they want before they die.

This means that the Scolewalkers will definitely try to find out who killed the coroner.

As for Shattering Teeth, they are a group of lunatics who like the feast of flesh and blood and the stimulation of the senses.They will also not let go of this good opportunity to justifiably come to the nest to hunt.

Khalil opened his eyes and smiled.

He already knew what he should do. If Shattering Teeth wanted to join forces with the Scolework family to hold an early dinner in Quintus, then he had already obtained the admission letter ahead of the organizer.

Standing up again, Khalil let out a long sigh with trembling aftertaste while holding on to the cold wall.

The pain made him still unable to stand freely. After a short period of relaxation, there was a bigger and continuous pain frenzy.It's been like this every time, the power is really bad, but works well.

There's a reason he chose to retrieve that broken chair from the trash.

First, no one wanted that chair, so he could take it.Second. He really needs a chair.

There is no day in Nostramo, only eternal night.Standing on the edge of the building, looking at the scenery below, Khalil thought so.

All cities on this planet are rotten, built from aberrant materials from the very beginning.He's just a normal guy, he can't change them and them.

He also knew that he was extremely selfish in letting the ghost take care of everything - but what choice did he have?
"It's only now that I realize that that sentence is true."

Khalil laughed to himself. "Free will doesn't exist at all, unless you swallow the barrel of a gun, turn on the gas, or jump off the dock"
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+ He declined again. +
+Is that so, my lord? +
+ Yes.It seems that he misunderstood me deeply. +
+ You cannot ask someone on the other side of the galaxy to accept your call request for no reason, my lord. +
+Maybe, but I'll give it a few more tries.The fate of Conrad Coates now rests in his hands. +
+Good luck, then, Your Majesty.In addition, I remember you said yesterday that the word fate is very absurd. +
"Yes, my friend."

A giant in golden armor opened his eyes and said so. "But, at some point, it does exist."

　I don't know what happened, so let's put a bowl here first.

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　　I can't see everyone's comments. The author is going to die (sad)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)