40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 134 37. Mourning and Funeral (2)

It's best to remain calm until the storm comes.

Khalil agrees.

In fact, he couldn't agree more.

Translate - before he actually went on the battlefield with the Eighth Army, he still needed to correct official documents every day.

Yes, Khalil wasn't averse to it, but don't let that stop you from thinking how enjoyable it was. No sane person would enjoy a job that requires a lot of brainpower and energy.

However, today is a little different. His boring grading time was being interrupted by another person, and Khalil welcomed his arrival.

".I have been dreaming a lot during this period of time." Van Cleef said.

The first company commander did not wear his armor. He was wearing a training uniform and sitting in the office assigned to Khalil. His sitting posture was very formal and his expression was very serious.

Khalil raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head again: "How long has it been since you had a good rest?"

A vague nervousness flashed across Van Cleef's pale face: "Seventeen days."

"So, I guess the dream started seventeen days ago, right?"

"Yes, instructor." The first company commander of the Eighth Legion replied quickly.

Khalil put down his pen and sighed.

"Before you came, Siani and your adjutant Morets came to see me. They reported something. About their company commander's requirements in the past seventeen days."

The first company commander frowned seriously: "I have to do this, instructor."

"So, Van Cleef?" Khalil asked patiently. He raised his right hand and made a gesture. "You have to let me know what you dream about."

Van Cleef pursed his lips tightly, and his face turned even paler, like faded old clothes.

"Some fragments," he answered in a very soft voice. "I don't know if some of the flickering fragments are memories, because I can only see intermittent images."

"I saw myself working under a mine, with a group of people who were so thin that they could be described as weird. I also saw shops covered with human body parts, a deep purple sky cut by neon lights, and some people who died in front of me. I thought What I saw was Nostramo, instructor, I hope what I saw was Nostramo and not an illusion spun by other things.”

"So, you let your brothers tie you up and keep you as a prisoner for seventeen days?"

"There's nothing else I can do."

Khalil nodded to him calmly: "The pictures you saw are indeed from Nostramo."

Van Cleef was startled, but Khalil continued.

"To be precise, what you saw should be a flashback of memory." said the instructor of the Eighth Legion. "And this memory probably comes from me."

".Psychic?"

"Not necessarily." Khalil frowned and looked at the company commander. "Maybe it's some deeper, occult connection - I'm not very good at these things. All I can say is, you have no problem now, Van Cleef."

Van Cleef opened his mouth, his throat rolled up and down, and then he nodded slowly: "...I understand, instructor. In other words, have I fully recovered?"

"Yes, your body has indeed fully recovered." Khalil said. "But I'm not sure if anything else will happen after that, so if you feel anything is wrong, come to me right away."

"As commanded."

"That's not an order, Van Cleef."

"I will take this as an order." The first company commander stood up, nodded to their instructor, and then left.

Time has passed, and everyone in the Eighth Legion now knows how to deal with the various demands of their instructors. Khalil felt helpless about this, but it was hard to really ask everyone to abandon their own standards.

He had no choice but to let nature take its course.

The door closed as Van Cleef left. The sound of metal colliding with each other sounded very pleasant. The appearance when it was tightly closed together would probably make other people feel comfortable. Some were wearing red robes and would exude engine oil. Smell people.

Adeptus Mechanicus - Khalil knew very little about them, but this did not prevent him from having a basic impression of them.

Judging from the recent contacts and the documents they sent, Khalil has regarded them as an independent organization with a high degree of autonomy within the empire. In fact, considering their importance to the empire's military strength, it would be no exaggeration to call them a country within a country.

Logically speaking, they should be wary, but the problem is that they seem to regard the Emperor, the ruler of the Imperium of Man, as the messenger of the gods in their teachings. This is very interesting.

Om Messiah. That's what they call the Emperor.

+You have so many incarnations. +

+You sound like you are sarcastic. +

+There is no such thing as tone in psychic communication+

After casually chatting with his friend on the other side of the galaxy, Khalil opened his eyes. The Emperor, or rather, Neos, was helpless at the moment.

After he learned of Angron's existence, he sent his fleet directly to Nuceria, but too many things happened on the way. By the time he arrived at Nuceria through the jump, his sons had already Left there and headed to Nostramo.

+They seem to think you're dead, Khalil. +

+My appearance at that time was indeed in line with what ordinary people think of death, but why do you keep sending me psychic communications recently? Is it because I hung up too much before? +

+No, I just want to communicate to confirm whether I am still in time. +

Khalil frowned.

+What's too late? +

+ I had time to witness a living person paying tribute to a living person. Believe me, even for me, this kind of thing is a rare scene. +

The instructor of the Eighth Legion took a deep breath.

+ It would be great if you could show more of this humorous and humane side to others. Your Majesty the Emperor, I believe that your sons, your friends, your Custodes - all of them will be very happy. Thank you. +

+I just said something, you don’t have to do this. +

+Really? +

The man on the other side of the galaxy was silent for a moment.

+Anyway, I'll be there soon. I hope Angron's nails can still be removed. +

+He may not be willing. +

+I'll respect him, but I still need to give it a try. +

Khalil shook his head and said nothing more. In terms of stubbornness, he was in no position to persuade the Emperor. He put down his pen, glanced at the number of documents remaining, and walked out of his office after making sure that he could complete them before three-thirty tonight.

He needs to tell Conrad Coates something

A rather embarrassing thing.

——

".You mean, they thought you were dead?"

Konrad Coze's eyes widened, and the dirty wind on the ground of Nostramo made the corners of his clothes rustle. The Lord of the Eighth Legion crouched on his Gargoyle No. 11, his face full of surprise.

"Don't you think I'm dead too?"

".That's different!" Conrad Coates turned his head. "I saw your skeleton with my own eyes. How could anyone think you were alive in that situation?"

Khalil chuckled lightly and said nothing. He lowered his head and observed Nostramo's current appearance from the edge of the building.

The purification has reached the final stage. Although the air quality is still bad, it is no longer so stinky that it will harm people's health. However, the unfortunate thing is that even the Adeptus Mechanicus has no way to deal with Nostramo's eternal night.

——Also, even if there is a way, they won't do it. They are not crazy. For a long time, the Nostramo people have evolved eyes adapted to the dark night. In this case, letting the sun come out has only one consequence.

"Why are you laughing?" Conrad Coates turned his head, a vague dissatisfaction flashing across his face.

"I laughed because you just told a good joke. What's the problem, Conrad?"

".Is that a joke?"

"Isn't that right?"

Khalil asked back, easily taking back the initiative in the conversation.

"Also, why did you come to the ground to observe again during working hours? The second company on duty today will be very unhappy when they see it. You don't want their company commander to come to me again to accuse you of distrust. 'Bar?"

"."

Midnight Ghost pursed his lips in annoyance and retorted with a hiss: "Can't I come back and see my home planet?"

"Yes, yes, but have you finished your work for today?"

"I'm two-thirds done!"

"That means there's still one third left and you plan to stay up late tonight to do it, right?"

"."

"Answer my question, Conrad."

"Yes."

"This is not good, and so do I." Khalil smiled happily, and the smile reached its peak after Midnight Ghost's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You-forget it."

The Midnight Ghost sighed, and Conrad Curze took his place: "Anyway, are they almost there?"

"I guess so."

"do not you know?"

"Of course I don't know."

"But didn't you float back from Nuceria?" Conrad Coze asked nonchalantly. "Can't you figure out how long it would take them to reach Nostramo without using warp navigation?"

Khalil slowly narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he grinned.

"Your sense of humor is as bad as mine, Conrad," he said heartily. "This is a good joke, remember not to make it with anyone else."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes - they are almost here. Either today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Why are you so positive about this?"

Konrad Coates did not answer this question.

Of course he wouldn't tell Khalil Lohars why.

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