40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 124 27. Night

Conrad Coates made no sound, spoke no, screamed.

He just walked over in silence, his clothes wet with sweat clinging to his back under the cold wrap, but he didn't care - even though he was indeed very cold.

His coldness does not come from low temperature.

He slowly fell to his knees. After ensuring that he would not collapse suddenly due to dizziness, Konrad Coates stretched out his right hand and got close to the skeleton.

He pressed his five fingers against the forehead of the skeleton, and then slid down the edge little by little, touching the eye sockets, face, and jaw. After doing this, he was silent for a full five minutes.

At the speed of the Primarch's mind, it was almost impossible for this to happen, but it happened.

Because he can no longer think.

Conrad Curze threw his head back and began to breathe rapidly and deeply.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, always looking at the ceiling, deliberately ignoring the skeleton on the ground. He has an unrealistic expectation in his heart - if I don't look at him, will he come back to life?

This is a joke, right, Khalil?

Half a minute later, he lowered his head, stretched out his hands, passed under the skeleton, and carefully picked up the skeleton.

His mind was still confused, and he tried to organize his thoughts to deal with the facts before him, but he couldn't. He had been taught rationality and calmness, but now, these two things had disappeared with the passing of the teacher.

Pale embers lingered on Conrad Curze's palms, the heat causing them to hiss and burn against his skin. Conrad Coates opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

He hugged the skeleton that was taller than him and held it in his arms. He groped on the skeleton with trembling hands, trying to find any trace of life. He failed - nothing, nothing, only ashes remained.

A terrible sourness surged from the depths of his nose, blurring his vision and dripping hot down his cheeks.

The Midnight Ghost lowered his head and made a hissing sound in the darkness. Nostramo people used to use long and euphemistic sentences, but the word he used now was different. This word only had two syllables.

Why is this happening?

This question flashed through Midnight Ghost's chaotic thoughts. His thinking ability had been completely overwhelmed by the huge torrent of emotions. This question only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared instantly. He wept silently, holding his father's body in his arms and asking silently in the darkness.

Why is this happening? He asked himself again, but he still didn't get an answer. Then he remembered that voice—the Emperor's voice, the voice that had reached him across the universe and told him to take the hand of Khalil Roharus.

"Help me." He took one of the skeleton's hands and muttered into the darkness. "Please, help me."

The darkness didn't answer, so why should it answer? At the far end of the galaxy, a man heard this cry. He tried his best to take his hands off the battle to help, but he couldn't do it. The curtain will be the curtain after all.

silence.

Dead silence, no answers, just silence.

The midnight ghost seemed as quiet as death. He closed his eyes, and some kind of instinct started to work, and with these chaotic thoughts, he drifted to an unpredictable distance. In a daze, he felt as if he was in the ocean.

ocean?

He didn't understand, he had never been to the ocean. The term floated in his mind. The midnight ghost thought without sadness or joy, yes, I am in the depths of the ocean, with undercurrents surging.

Then what?

Then he smelled a sickening stench, and then he heard an extremely soft scraping of feathers.

"Do you want to save him?" a voice asked, deep in the dark ocean.

Midnight Ghost did not answer. He did not know where he was at the moment, but he refused to answer. What little sanity he had left was screaming at him, telling him to stay away from this place immediately.

He wanted to, but he couldn't do it because this was no longer an area he could control. This is not the small room where he thinks, but another place.

Another place far beyond the boundaries of human reason, this is a paradise for the inanimate, a pillow for nightmares, and a dining place for hungry monsters. This can be anywhere, except it can't be a friendly and kind place.

The voice laughed a little.

"You are very keen, Lord of the Eighth Legion. Your father taught you well. But I want to tell you, this is the deepest part of the void." The thing chuckled and narrated in its soft and gentle voice. .

Midnight Ghost's thoughts were stretched out, and he briefly forgot something extremely important. He didn't realize that the tone of the voice had begun to sound exactly like Khalil's.

He didn't realize it, and no one realized it - because the body of Khalil Lohars returned to the anchor point through the ocean jump, but there was something else coming with him. He could only project one of his eyes here, but that was enough.

Because there is never just one anchor point here, more threads have been arranged as early as the very beginning when fate is moved.

"Do you want to save him?" He asked leisurely, not angry that he could only exert such a meager influence on reality at this moment. It seemed that He really just came to ask such a question, and He had no expectations for what would happen next.

But is this possible?

Midnight Ghost did not answer. His reason was still telling him that you cannot answer this question.

"I know you want to."

He spoke softly, still assuming the voice of Khalil Lohars. "You can't accept a world where he's dead, I know that. So speak up, Konrad Curze, Midnight Ghost, poor boy, you just have to make a wish and your father will come back."

lie.

"No, I didn't lie." He laughed again, his laughter soft and peaceful, just like Khalil's.

"Your father is resisting death. You can't see it, but I can tell that he knows he can't die. However, from a physical sense, a blackened skeleton is the best proof of death, isn't it?"

"But he is still resisting. He doesn't want to come back to us, and neither do I. If he comes back now, things will become very boring, so I want to help you, and I will help you, as long as you make a small promise A little wish.”

I can not. I can't do this. I don't know about you, but I can't do this.

"Why not?" the voice asked gently. "The universe is so vast, does anyone really care about a wish? You can just say it, kid, you only need to say four words."

"You only need to say, I want to save him, then your father will come back immediately."

The midnight ghost fell silent.

His thoughts were still wandering in the dark ocean, eyes closed, blindly accepting the gaze in the chaotic ocean. But his body was not. His body was still holding his father's body in the original body's room on the Night Veil and weeping silently. Time did not even pass, not even a second passed.

The owner of the voice looked at his silence with joy and pleasure, feeling doubly happy that he was about to receive an unexpected surprise.

With just one wish and one word, I can save Khalil.

Do I say it out loud?

Why shouldn't I? Of course I want to save him, he doesn't deserve to die, no one can let him die, of course I want to bring him back to life, but

But what is the price of this wish? Will its price really be as negligible as that thing says? He was silent, thinking, and weighing, with reason and emotion teetering on both ends of the scale.

The owner of the voice smiled unhurriedly, planning to add another weight called memory to the emotional side. He likes this kind of drama the most. Contradiction is the essence. He slowly opened his mouth, only to find that the voice he had stolen had disappeared. Now, the voice he made was a sharp neighing, extremely ugly.

He widened his eyes, looked at the ship named Night Veil, looked at the room, and then, he saw——

--On the right cuff of Conrad Coates --

There is a knife that is slowly glowing.

No!

He spread his wings angrily and tried to do something else, but the opportunity was always fleeting. The dark and angry flames swept from the other end of the ocean, instantly burning all his strength.

Get out of here. The voice that had denounced them all whispered in the deepest part of the ocean. Stay away from him.

He sighed and walked away helplessly. His anger disappeared in an instant, leaving only curiosity and expectation for the future. It's just a random stroke. Which painter would care about this stroke before the official start?

"So many changes" He chuckled as he walked away.

——

Midnight Ghost slowly opened his eyes, feeling scared. He didn't know why the thing left, but he had made up his mind that he would never do it again in the future.

He wanted to bring Khalil back to life, and he would keep trying if given the chance, but he wouldn't use that method.

In that way, Khalil would be disappointed in him.

He didn't want to disappoint him.

The ghost slowly pursed his lips, and he carefully put down the skeleton. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the cuff of his right hand was glowing.

what happened?

He waved his arm, and in an instant the blade popped out and pressed tightly against his palm, followed by a chill. Staring at the blade, Midnight Ghost saw a pair of eyes full of tears.

He quickly raised his left hand and wiped away his tears, intending to calm down and deal with everything in the future. He rubbed his eyes randomly against his sleeves, hoping that the slight pain would completely wipe away the tears. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

Until a cold feeling came from his left wrist.

Midnight Ghost's eyes widened.

The skeleton was still the same skeleton, and the ashes were still the same pile of ashes, but its right hand was raised and grabbed the ghost's left hand. In the originally dark eye sockets, the same deep blue light as the blade on Ghost's right hand lit up.

Conrad Coates began to tremble again.

ok, the update is complete, that’s all for today, I have to take my time

Why don't you believe me when I said I won't issue a knife? Let's see how I sew Warhound and Angron together tomorrow, hehe.