40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 93 91. Promise (5k)

"He's in there, isn't he?"

"The Primarch is dealing with official business." Gage said without changing his face, and at the same time he sighed secretly in his heart.

There is no other reason, the lady who is asking him is not looking good at the moment.

After hearing this extremely obvious formulaic answer, the corners of Tarasa Euton's mouth curled downward.

She held her palm and rubbed the U-shaped emblem on it with her thumb, before speaking again after half a minute.

During this period, she has changed to a more relaxed standing posture.The meaning of intending to entangle with Gage here to the end was obvious, and the head of the first battle began to complain repeatedly in his heart.

It was getting dark, and he had to go back to the station as soon as possible to catch up with the night training. Even as the Chapter Commander, he should not miss the weekly training without reason.

"He hasn't left his office for four days," said Guilliman's butler, with obvious sullenness. "Is there any official business that requires him to deal with it for four consecutive days without sleep?"

"It's happened before, ma'am," Gage said vaguely.

He shouldn't be standing here answering Euton's question, it should be done by the Evervictors, not him.But he was obviously unlucky, and was caught by this lady just at the time when he was about to leave the office building.

"There have been three similar incidents, yes," said Euton calmly. "But every time I remember the ins and outs, only this time I don't - or rather, I don't know what happened that night at all."

We don't know either, ma'am.Gage groaned.

"Ma'am, I know what you want to ask, but I really have no right to reveal it."

"Well, since you can't answer me about this matter, I won't ask, Lord Gage. But, I still have a question. Why did he issue an order to abolish the current site of Jericho University? Its anniversary has not been long, and this matter has caused an uproar in Macragge."

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Gage fell silent, deciding to respond to the woman with a brief yes or no.

He didn't have the answers to these questions, and if he just said 'I don't know', Ms. Euton obviously wouldn't believe him so easily.

The silence, however, has clearly backfired.

"Are you going to put me off like this, Commander of the First Chapter?"

She frowned, and her expression became more and more serious. "Although I'm just a mortal compared to you guys, it doesn't mean I'm a fool! Open the door and let me in. I want to talk to him."

"I'd love to, ma'am, but I can't."

Gage sighed sincerely. "You know the Primarch's temper better than any of us, ma'am. He doesn't see anyone these days, and unless he comes out on his own, no one can open that door."

After a short silence, Tarasa Euton nodded.

"So, where's the instructor?" she asked. "Where is he? I don't want to make things difficult for you or these hard-working guards, but I must find out what it is that made Robert Guilliman what he is."

"...at the hospital on our premises, ma'am," Gage said.
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Khalil closed the door slowly, sealing the sound of beeping instruments in the room.He moved his wrist silently, and a rare coldness spread across his face.

Van Cleef is still in a dangerous period, and may really die at any time.The Ultramarines' medics have pledged to do their best to keep VanCleef alive.

They didn't know the reason for the injury of the first captain, but everyone believed that the first captain of the Eighth Legion could not be allowed to die of serious injuries on Macragge.

Many people have mentioned the Dreadnought, and these inquiries were either denied by Van Cleef himself when he was awake, or by subsequent orders from Robert Guilliman.

"There is no need to prepare a Dreadnought for Captain VanCleef," Robert Guilliman said in a low voice in the voice message. "He'll be fixed."

Fix it—not cure it.

Such a cold adjective made many people feel astonished, but not many people asked why.Most Ultramarines simply silently obeyed the orders issued by their Primarch.

As for Khalil's thoughts
Now is not the time.he thinks.

Leaning against the wall of the corridor, he slowly exhaled the air with the smell of disinfectant.

This paradoxical sense of illusion made him almost have the urge to laugh - how many years have passed, even if it is a planet far away on the other side of the galaxy, the hospital still smells like this.

Disinfectant water, doctors racing against death, crying children or parents, wailing of patients, race against time in the operating room
Cutting off his thoughts, he raised his head indifferently.

In a sense, he is now racing against time.But it wasn't a race against VanCleef's life, it was something else.

For a promise, a promise of vengeance.

His promise on the transport ship.

Breathing slowly, Khalil slowed down his thoughts.

Half a minute later, his breathing and heartbeat stopped completely, his pupils dilated, and he was as silent as if he had really died.If there was a medical officer from the Ultramarines in the corridor, he would have already rushed over by now.

But they were not there. According to an order, they temporarily stayed away from here.

Now, there are only two people in this hospital.One of them was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, while the other seemed to have really died.

The brilliance of the sun pierces the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the time flows bit by bit. In the years before the clock was invented, the ancestors of human beings judged the time by the direction of the sun's movement.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset is not just empty talk.

There was no sound in the empty corridor of the hospital, not even the sound of breathing, only the sound of beeps beating faintly in Van Cleef's room.

With his head down, Khalil leaned against the wall motionless.You Senhan's coldness restrainedly spread from the half of his palms that were in contact with the wall. They hissed in a low voice, and the hidden anger quietly disappeared in the sight that the naked eye could not catch.

They are waiting.

So is he.

wait for what?
Two-and-a-half hours later, when the incandescent lights in the hallway ceiling came on in total darkness, Khalil gave his answer.

He clenched his right fist violently, and the radiance of Sen Han faintly bloomed between his fingers.

The stagnant blood began to rush through the blood vessels again, the sound of breathing was as violent as a roaring beast, the heartbeat revived, and the temperature beyond human cognition swept wildly, filling the entire corridor in an instant.

Within a thousandth of a second of resuscitation, Khalil opened the door to VanCleef's room.Time no longer has meaning. Here, time has become something in his hands.

Van Cleef was originally lying flat on that bed, but at this moment he sat up unreasonably.

His dissolved musculature dangled quietly from the bones, and his internal organs were clearly visible between the gaps in the rib plates.

These things made the medical officers change the mattress for him every hour and a half, otherwise the semi-solidified flesh and blood mixture would completely soak the medical mattress.

He opened his eyes, scorched black teeth loomed between the upper and lower jaws, and painful emotions boiled on that bloody face.

He wanted to scream, obviously.A blue other than psionic light appeared on the two hearts beating between his chest and belly.

——There is one thing that you should not have forgotten.

While on the transport, VanCleef wanted to destroy his own heart to completely destroy the 'Trace', but he was later burned to death by invisible flames.

He's not a psyker, so where did the flame come from?

The answer is obvious.

Khalil let go of his right fist, allowing the light to fully bloom, astonishingly bright like a blooming flower of light.But the raw materials that allowed it to flourish, to drive it into what it is, were not well-intentioned.

In fact, they are the opposite of good, the pure opposite.

In the next second, his consciousness returned to another world.

It's still dark, and it's still the thick curtain that separates the mundane world and ghosts.But at this moment, a monster took a step back in disbelief behind the curtain.

It has two heads, and its body is between the seductive blue and the palpitating pink. The brilliant brilliance reflected on those gorgeous feathers makes it impossible to maintain a sane brilliance.Its body is covered with densely packed eyes, they have dark blue pupils, and they are blinking uneasily at this moment.

The two heads of this monster have big hard beaks, but on the forked tongues there is another big mouth full of fangs, which is dizzying like the abyss in the abyss.

But in the next second, the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine eyes on its body all reflected a hand burning with pitch-black flames. The hand suddenly penetrated from the other side of the curtain and grabbed one of its necks.

"No! No!" its other head hissed and screamed. "I didn't see this future!"

Khalil smiled—a grin, to be precise.

He rarely showed such a terrifying expression, the cold killing intent flowed in his eyes, almost turning into a substantial sharp blade to cut this monster into pieces.

"You think I don't realize that you just ran away last time instead of dying?"

He asked, his tone soft and relaxed as if he was chatting with someone.

"Do you think that Van Cleef's willpower is really as weak as you imagined, and he doesn't even realize what you are doing? He is the first company commander of the Eighth Army, can you understand?"

Laughing, Khalil jerked his right hand back, the curtain fluctuated, and a dark flame burned blazingly in his hand.The monster slammed into the curtain hard, unable to score a single inch.

It screamed in pain, the place where it was in contact with Khalil's right hand had turned a grayish-white color, and the flames were burning so fast that it had even begun to spread to other parts of its body.

What's even more frightening is that its pain at this moment doesn't just come from the flames, the curtain itself is tearing its flesh and blood.They are devouring greedily, and the twisted nature that belongs to chaos is eager to try.

"I guess you can't, but I'd be happy to help you out. So come on." Khalil whispered softly against the curtain. "Come out, Carlos the Weaver of Life?"

"How did you know—?!" Its other head neighed in terror.

"All nine of your clerks have told me."

Khalil chuckled and spit out cold words to it. "You obviously know something, at least you know the consequences of being remembered by me."

"However, it's a terrible conspiracy. First kill an innocent lady with important status, and then set off riots in Macragge. The curtain itself can block your power. How long have you planned in advance for this day?"

It screamed, unwilling to answer.And Khalil just smiled softly, clenched his right hand again.

The gray-white dust washed down with the trembling of the monster named Fate Weaver, and disappeared without a trace in the darkness behind the curtain.

Its wings trembled in pain, every feather on its wings began to split and screamed in unison, nine hundred eyes shattered, and another nine hundred eyes reappeared bloody and bloody.

"I said—!" it screamed, spitting out broken words. "—but you can't understand! You can't understand, Khalil Rohars! Chaos has been abandoned by you!"

"Ah, so you know me. But I don't believe what you say, Fateweaver. After all, you're obviously well versed in intrigue and deceit."

"I'm not lying!" It screamed bloody and bloody, and the flames had already set half of its body on fire. "This head of mine cannot lie!"

"It's so strange, there is such a saying?"

"Yes, yes!"

"But I still don't believe it."

Khalil chuckled, as satisfied as if he had made the perfect joke.

He stretched out his right hand, then pulled it back again—again and again, tormenting it.Every impact caused the monster named Lifeweaver to be in pain.Its fear began to spread until it became a visible fear.

"Ask me questions! I beg you!" it screamed. "Great vengeance, great hatred! I implore you to ask humble Carlos, and I will answer your every question!"

"Are you afraid?" Khalil asked softly.

Tortured by the curtain to the point of flying flesh and blood, and burned to almost charred by the flames, the monster shed transparent tears, wailed and nodded, every part of its body was trembling.It is indeed afraid - it knows too well what this thing in human skin is in front of it, and what he can do.

"What are you afraid of? Death? Do you think I can really kill you?" Khalil smiled, but this time, he slowly let go of his hand. The monster watched this scene in disbelief, and the pupils on its body began to blink quickly again.

"Blink again, and I'll turn you into ashes."

They stopped abruptly.

"very good."

With a chuckle, Khalil haughtily put his hands behind his back.

"Now, you can get out, Life Weaver. But before that, I have something I want you to remember." He said slowly.

He stared at the monster that could run away but stood still because of fear and did not dare to make any movements, and looked into every pair of its eyes.

Senhan's blue light exploded unreservedly at this moment, making his voice an announcement that resounded through the curtain. He was extremely low and had nothing in common with human beings.

Carlos looked tremblingly at the eyes burning with black anger, and heard the last sentence.

"I remember you."

The monster in its eyes said so, growled lowly, bared its fangs, and began to grin.

"So I'll start the hunt, from here until the end of time. You're dead, understand?"

The voice fell, and it screamed and disappeared.
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Khalil opened his eyes.

VanCleef fell heavily on his bunk, gasping for breath.The instrument started to alarm, and his two hearts were turned into ashes at this moment, congealed together with the blood on the bed.

Khalil rushed to him quickly, Van Cleef opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his instructor just stretched out his left hand, pressed it on his bloody chest, and shook his head at him.

"You may rest now, VanCleef," said Khalil softly. "Sleep, and when you open your eyes again, there will be no more pain."

The blue light flashed away, the alarm sound of the instrument disappeared after a short pause, replaced by the sound of powerful heartbeats coming and going, a series of long eyeballs trembled slightly, and fell silently into sleep.

This time, there was nothing waiting for him in the dream.

"I'll fix you."

Khalil turned around and calmly and slowly exhaled a breath of bloody air, and blood dripped from his right hand to the ground.

What a pity.he thought regretfully.It was only that close to killing it completely, but the veil would not let me do it after all. Just as they gnawed on the monster's flesh, they treated me equally.

Smiling wryly, he raised his right hand, the bone hand with only a little flesh and blood remaining looked terrifying, but it quickly recovered within tens of seconds.

Psionic energy is really a convenient power.

Sighing, Khalil walked out of Van Cleef's room door again, closing it softly.Then he looked thoughtfully at the other end of the corridor, where there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Ah, angry mother.

He shook his head and walked over helplessly. After 3 minutes, he saw the owner of the footsteps ahead of time with his own eyesight.

A thin lady with short gray hair, a face with hidden anger floating in the shadows.She was walking quickly with a cane.At the end of the corridor, there are two ever-victorious soldiers staring at this side.

Khalil waved at them calmly.He knew they could see it.Immediately afterwards, he greeted the lady.

"Lady Tarasa Euton," he whispered.

The latter did not answer immediately, she was falling into a certain daze, Khalil did not rush, but patiently and bitterly gave her time to react.

He already knew very well how ordinary people would react when they saw him, not to mention that he had just finished some not-so-peaceful exercises.

But this lady quickly revealed her extraordinary features - just two deep breaths, she suppressed her emotions in her heart, and then she opened her mouth with completely impeccable etiquette.

"Good evening, Instructor Khalil Rohars." She nodded slightly, although she was looking up, she did not appear humble.

And after the brief greeting was over, she spoke bluntly, without any intention of being courteous: "I am here for my master, Robert Guilliman."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Khalil asked softly.

"Yes." She pursed her lips. "I have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

"I"

Khalil sighed.

He smiled wryly. "I'll tell you all I can, Miss Euton, I assure you."

　I overestimated my codeword speed, go have a meal, and write 3k again when I come back.

　　To be honest, you guys didn’t realize this foreshadowing ()

　　Carlos has nine clerks. (happy)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)