40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 90 88. The Shape of the Invisible (3k)

Robert Guilliman did not expect to be asked such a question.Logically, he was the one asking the question—but he was already familiar with the trick.

Politics is the sum total of the most terrifying communication techniques that man has ever invented.You don't have to learn them all, you just need to master the worst of them to succeed in politics.

And Robert Guilliman has it all.

So he knew—or so he thought he knew—Khalil Rohars was trying to take the initiative.

But he was wrong, and he found out after 13 seconds of silence.He saw a rare honesty in the eyes of his taller opponent.

That kind of honesty reminded him of the days when he was still arguing with people from all directions for a few orders in the elders' house. At that time, he also had such eyes.

Frankly, he almost got a sting.

"...reason?" he asked briefly.

He didn't want more than that, he didn't use the draft he had prepared to put the question to rest, he didn't even try to regain the initiative.

"Your home planet is under threat," Khalil Rohars said slowly. "This threat comes from the invisible, from an undetectable world. Although I may sound alarmist when I say this, please believe me."

He clenched his fists slowly, at this moment Guilliman keenly noticed that the blood belonging to Van Cleef was spreading along the lines of the skin on the palm of the right hand.Instead of dripping, they left sticky marks on that palm.

Silently, Robert Guilliman once again thought of the person who stubbornly raised his hand, took his helmet and put it on slowly.

and a familiar anger.

He smelled it, clearly visible, spreading over the tall opponent, as evident as his silence.

"it is good."

Guilliman nodded solemnly. "I trust you."

He quickly came to the back of the heavy marble table and stepped on a mechanism.As a result, the ground covered with mahogany floors cracked, and the machine operated. During the flip, a huge metal countertop appeared right in front of the marble table.

Guilliman came up to it, pressed a few buttons, and a light blue hologram began to appear.From scratch, from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, from the unpredictable abstract lines to the magnificent city overlooking the scene.
All of this in less than five seconds.

"How?" Guilliman asked with a little pride. "Four years of huge expenditures have finally paid off for the products created by Macragge's scientists."

However, Khalil did not answer his words. He just came to the front of the projection, stared at it for a while, and then quickly raised his right hand.

Guilliman originally wanted to tell him how to use the projection, how to disassemble the exterior of the building to see the inner layer, and how to make the underground water and electricity storage system see the light of day again without sending people in.
However, the moment Khalil Rohars firmly stretched out his right hand, he knew that his thoughts at the moment were all superfluous.

——He already knew how to use this thing?

This doubt arises, then is snuffed out, and then another, but not a question, but a speculation.

—No, he doesn't know how it's supposed to be used, he's just used or seen something similar.His movements are very unfamiliar, but this does not prevent him from showing a strange familiarity
This guess made more guesses come oncoming, just like the waves on the seashore, one after another, never ending.

"Look here," Khalil said. "My lord, there are also here and here, a total of nine areas. From your power station to the flood control dam built on the mountain, schools, research institutes, residential areas, and finally your office, this building."

"What's wrong with them?" Guilliman raised his head, staring at Khalil intently, and asked.

"They are dangerous."

"Danger?"

Guilliman left the table and began pacing the room.

There wasn't much space left for him, but he was still able to show his displeasure with his pace and put pressure on his opponent - who remained deadpan, saying nothing, just waiting for him to use the next sentence talk.

Difficult, extremely difficult.He thought like this, even a little annoyed: I didn't want to use these things to communicate with you, but why did you use them on me?

"Is that all, instructor?" Guilliman stopped and asked seriously. "You need solitude and a room. I believed you. You said Macragge was under threat. I believed you."

"Now, you say these places are dangerous. Well, instructor. Where is the danger?"

"Macragge has perfect air defense means, and my legion has also protected the ground very well. I haven't seen any invasion alarms today, and I haven't heard any news about people making trouble in the city. But this is a happy city, even the civil strife The conditions are not met. So, where is the danger you said?"

After saying this, he began to wait.To be precise, it is to wait patiently and meticulously.

Excited like a hunter who had ambushed and waited for his prey to fall into the trap early in the morning, the feeling of meeting his opponent made him excited.His eloquence came into play without him even being aware of it.

And his opponent.
"That's all I can reveal." Khalil Rohars replied softly, his voice almost as soft as catkins compared to Guilliman's seriousness. "But I can repeat what I have revealed before, Master Robert Guilliman."

He changed his stance a bit.

In just a split second—a sense of threat came over me.

"Formless form," he said quietly. "Monsters, supernatural evil spirits, ancient things that cannot be seen directly...or darkness itself."

"You were just trying to play charades with me! You didn't answer my questions!"

Guilliman growled—he seldom used this voice to speak to others, and it wasn't really angry when he used it at this moment, it was just trying to put pressure on him, wanting to ask more.

However, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he forced his eyes, his opponent remained motionless.

Even started smiling.

Smile approvingly.

"You have controlled your emotions very well. Considering what we have to face next, I would call the ability you are showing at this moment a rare talent. You have been trained. ,Yes or no?"

"Yes." Guilliman blurted out, but suddenly realized that the question was wrong.Khalil Rohals changed the subject, and he again took the initiative.Realizing this made him extremely upset.

"But it's none of your business."

He raised his chin and spoke with an arrogance that he even hated.

"You just have to tell me the truth, Instructor Khalil. You promised, on the tarmac, under the watchful eyes of more than ten thousand eyes. You promised me anything I wanted to know."

"I'll answer every question you have." His opponent smiled slowly and softly. "I promised, yes, and I never lie. But I have said it, Lord Robert Guilliman, invisible."

He brushed his smile away, became extremely serious, and then began to repeat a string of awkward Gothic words.

"Form without form," Khalil said. "This is what is threatening your city and even your home planet, an invisible threat."

Guilliman pursed his lips.

Annoyed, this emotion is so obvious on his extraordinary face, his handsomeness is a handsomeness beyond the limits of mortal imagination, the green leafy crown sets off his golden hair, and his serious gaze almost makes Ka Lear thought of someone else.

If he could, he would use his psychic powers to seek his help here, but he couldn't.Psionic communication over such a distance is extremely risky, not to mention, something is already spreading here.

Khalil lowered his head and began to wait for Robert Guilliman's answer.At the same time, he began to recall some things.

The Emperor - or Neos - made it clear when he left.

He has feelings, but his feelings are those of a father to his son, and those of one friend to another.He couldn't let these two emotions control everything. Apart from Neos, he was still the Emperor.

Therefore, if Khalil Rohars or Conrad Koz wanted to get some kind of preferential treatment beyond the usual, it was impossible.

"conquer."

The Emperor at that time, standing in his hall, on the ground as bright as the reflection of the stars, spoke solemnly to him.

"It was his mission and his duty. And the mission which his nature has brought him must be done after that. You must make him understand this, Caryl Rohals. If not Conquest, human beings will not be able to get rid of the dark fate. It doesn’t matter if you call it ambition or wishful thinking, but I just want human beings to become one.”

"Is there no other way?" Khalil asked.

"No," said the Emperor. "There is nothing but sacrifice. As my sons, they cannot escape it. As my friend, so do you, Khalil Rohars."

"I'm a friend of Neos."

"I am he," said the Emperor majestically. "So conquer, for humanity."

"I don't want to believe your words."

After a long silence, Robert Guilliman spoke in a low voice.

"Whether it is for rational considerations or the content of the imperial truth, I am unwilling to believe your statement about the invisible form. You are trying to convince me that Macragge is about to be attacked by mythical ghosts, Kari El Rochars. You're crazy."

He shook his head angrily and wiped his sweaty brow.

"And I'm actually willing to believe you." He raised his head, anger burning deep in his pupils, besides this, there was something familiar to Khalil. "For the sake of the people on Macragge, I am willing to believe in you."

Khalil smiled.

He came to the edge of the long table and stretched out his right hand.

"You won't be disappointed," he promised. "I will kill every monster that dares to invade here."

Guilliman laughed too, and the tense atmosphere dissipated in an instant.He shook his hand and rocked it up and down a couple of times.

"You sound like a killer when you say that," Guilliman joked at the end of the conversation.

　Kawen was stuck for a long time, and finally he was stuck on the verge of sudden death and wrote this chapter.Continue after waking up, about [-], only more, not less.Ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)