40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 22 22.The time has come

Looking down on Quintus is not a very pleasant thing to do.

To Khalil, every corner of the city seemed grotesque and terrifying. Although he is familiar with every corner of this city,

He's not used to it, and he still can't get used to it.

What's even worse is that this feeling becomes even more intense when you look down from high in the sky. And overlooking is one of the necessary conditions for his work.

By comparison, it's almost as annoying as asking someone who's afraid of heights to fly a plane.

Along with the stinky cold wind blowing, all these things were superimposed together in tacit agreement, roaring towards Khalil with their unique strong presence.

"I saw it, yes."

Khalil shook his head and murmured. He once again made his promise to the unnamed deceased people. "I will not forget my promise."

Standing on a gloomy spire, he began to rub two blades with his fingers.

The ghost was not behind him. He had disappeared fifteen minutes ago and completely blended into the night.

It only took him a day and a half to learn the technique that Khalil had spent more than ten years practicing, and he completely mastered it. Now, the ghost is fully worthy of his name.

A midnight ghost.

If he wanted to, no one would be able to find him in such a dark night. This is of great help to his work. Furthermore, in addition to this, the ghost also possesses terrifying strength and speed.

Thinking of this, Khalil smiled silently, and there was an obvious complexity in his smile. With his eyes lowered, a fish that had slipped through the net that had been missed by the ghost was moving.

He exhaled softly, then stood up and began to move his shoulders and arms.

The clicking sounds of bones were heard endlessly, and some slight throbbing pains also followed. Khalil frowned slightly, a little helpless, but it didn't last long. He quickly returned to his expressionless expression.

He is accustomed to patience.

Moreover, these pains will not last long.

The time is near.

With one leap, Khalil jumped off the gloomy spire and flew across the dark sky like a ghost.

The biting cold wind that hit his face carried countless small blades, and they cut his face fiercely. Pain and numbness followed, and soon began to torture his body, but the ghost was indifferent to it.

He landed lightly, his feet touching the dirty ground and splashing a pool of muddy water. The lower corner of his cloak swept across the dirty corner as he walked, and two sharp knives stuck out of his sleeves. He quickly and silently approached the gang members patrolling in front.

The ghost missed him, but this time, it didn't matter.

The cold light disappeared in a flash, and blood spurted out. The injured man's eyes widened, but he couldn't scream out of pain and fear - before that, a huge gap was opened in his throat.

Two swipes, two wounds, simple math. It's frighteningly simple to take away life with a wave of your arms.

Violence.

The ghost sighed silently.

He drew out the blade, supported the man, and led him back to the corner. After closing his dull eyes, Khalil threw the body into a corner in the darkness.

He doesn't have to deal with the blood left along the way, there are many creatures in the lower nest hungry for it. He doesn't need to deal with the corpses. The hungry and eager beasts in the dark will naturally follow the smell of blood.

An ecosystem built by nature.

Cruel, efficient, and very challenging to human moral bottom line. Like Nostramo, it's like a ridiculous joke.

Khalil narrowed his eyes, and he heard a faint running sound above his head. So he calmly took a step to the side, and the next second, a black shadow fell from the sky.

"Kalil" the shadow called him softly. "I'm done with it."

"Well done, Ghost, but be more careful next time."

Khalil turned his head and pointed his blade at the corpse in the darkness: "The patrol route must also be completely determined. The fourth sentry you are dealing with is on his patrol route."

Ghost pursed his lips unwillingly. He was about to say something more, but Kalil spoke one step ahead.

"No, don't apologize."

"But, I-"

"-Don't apologize, ghost."

Staring into his eyes, Khalil shook his head softly and slowly.

"You have officially started to participate in the work, and you have gradually mastered the tricks of it. So don't apologize to me, I am not responsible for your work."

"Responsible.?"

Ghost frowned in confusion and tilted his head, looking a little frustrated.

"But I didn't do my best, Khalil."

"Best is a ridiculous word, ghost. Everyone has a different definition of it. You don't need to be the best in my opinion, you just need to have a clear conscience."

As always, the ghost failed to understand what he meant. But he remembered these words firmly.

Have a clear conscience. He chewed on this strange word.

There was no similar word in Nostramo, so Caril used an eight-syllable compound to express his meaning precisely.

The ghost recited it silently, and suddenly felt a strange tremor in the next moment.

The source of this feeling is undetectable, as if it comes from the void. But the ghost was truly hit by it. His breathing was as quiet and cautious as ever, but the deathly silence in his eyes began to twitch again.

—until a hand grabbed his wrist.

The ghost lowered his head tremblingly and saw two dots of blue light flashing away.

"You have to learn to reject them, ghost." Khalil said in a low voice. "This instinct, talent, or curse that can briefly see the future depends on you to exist. You are its master."

He let go and said calmly, "Get a grip on it, okay?"

Ghost nodded blankly, even forgetting to ask Khalil why he knew he had this ability.

Silence fell, the cold wind blew, and there was no one left in the empty alley. In the dirty corner, there were dense shadows crawling crowdedly, and after a moment, a subtle sound of chewing could be heard.

——

Returning to the gargoyle again, overlooking the square below, Khalil couldn't help but frown.

Their working place in the first half of the night was not the square that was obviously going to be used for propaganda. Taking action here now was no different from alerting the enemy.

Before the main action begins, it would be a good choice to practice with some gangs on the other side of the city.

After all, the purge was coming, and gangs all invariably instituted curfews in their territories and set up sentries and patrol routes.

"Their numbers are wrong."

Khalil spoke in a low voice. There was no need for him to express his thoughts. He was already familiar with this kind of thing.

But there is one person who will need this line of thinking from the shadows.

The man was now squatting behind the gargoyle, listening quietly.

"This kind of firepower arrangement has nothing to do with the security preached, Ghost, they obviously came with other intentions."

Khalil paused and focused his gaze on the center of the square. There was an exquisite metal podium at some point, and the coat of arms of the Skelework family flashed on the front, which was particularly conspicuous.

Even the coat of arms has to be made into a shining style, which is really exaggerated, but... so many people have arranged it in advance

Already aware of it?

Khalil narrowed his eyes, silently raising his guard. He once again scanned the rooms with closed windows cautiously and carefully, then the empty square and every gloomy alley around it.

However, he was unable to produce any other evidence.

Apart from the obvious quantity error, nothing else could support his terrible guess.

"Khalil?"

At this moment, Ghost spoke softly.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like it," Ghost said hesitantly. "Something's wrong."

Khalil frowned sharply.

Naturally, he would not take the "something wrong" in the ghost's mouth as a conclusion about the situation below. The ghost has not yet learned how to distinguish the malice hidden in these details.

But that didn't mean he was going to ignore the ghost's words.

"Another attack?"

Khalil turned his head and asked seriously: "Two attacks in a short period of time? Is there any precedent before, ghost? How do you feel now?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes already lit up with blue light.

"No, no!" Ghost quickly stopped. "No, I just feel like there's someone there -"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence.

And Khalil saw that the ghost's expression suddenly became ferocious at this moment. The next moment, his perception of time was slowed down, and a second was strangely broken at this moment.

Khalil could have left immediately. However, for some reason, he chose to stay where he was.

The ghost roared, quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed Khalil's hand, and then jumped up at high speed.

——Then, the broken time was glued together.

"boom!"

A dull gunshot rang out, breaking the silence for the rest of the night. The gangs showed no reaction;

A huge bullet shot out, turning the gargoyle they had just squatted into into broken powder flying in the air.

The ghost led him away from this place quickly with a few vertical jumps. Kalil turned his head silently and happened to see a dark gun barrel retracted from under the podium.

interesting.

He laughed silently.

Half a minute later, they stopped at the top of a church a few hundred meters away from the square. Ghost put him down and looked at him worriedly, breathing heavily, his heart beating very obviously.

He didn't speak, but the problem was already evident on his face.

And Khalil also knew that with the physical strength of the ghost, he would not be tired from the few jumps just now.

"I'm fine." Khalil replied softly. "However, the head of the Skolywok family doesn't seem to be a very patient person, Ghost."

Ghost nodded silently, not understanding what Khalil was implying. His expression was obviously ferocious at the moment, and a kind of anger was slowly flowing on it.

"Calm down." Khalil smiled slightly. "Remember what I taught you, Ghost?"

After a long silence, the ghost answered him.

".Calmness is the deadliest weapon besides the blade."

"Yes." Khalil raised his head and said softly. "Calm down is the most deadly weapon besides the blade, but there is actually a second half to this sentence."

"the second half?"

"yes."

The ghost grinned and answered the ghost's question with a forced smile. "Anger is sometimes more terrifying, as long as you know how to use it."

He turned his head, and the sharp blade had already poked out of his sleeve.

The time is approaching?

No, the time has come.

Standing at the edge of the church, Khalil took a deep breath of the fetid air. The ghost stood behind him, silent. The former is ready and aware, but the latter knows nothing about it.

The night is still long, long enough for many things to happen.