40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 26 26. The Long Night (4)

People are governed by emotions.

Khalil knew this - so when Ilgana, the Lamenting Baroness from the Silver-Winged Wights, roared towards him, he dodged as expected.

Every move of the latter was within his expectations. There is nothing to say about this. It is just a specific application of observation, and it does not even require a special explanation.

For Khalil, avoiding attacks has become instinctive.

Looking at the blade in the Baroness's hand, Khalil thought, another resister, his courage is commendable.

But, to no avail.

The ghost raised his hand, pinched her right wrist in an instant, and then exerted force, forcing her to let go and drop the knife. Then, he broke the hand easily.

Khalil shook his head grimly amid the terrifying and heartbreaking sound of broken bones.

"Save your energy. Your family has been destroyed, and the Silver Winged Wights will become history after tonight."

What he said was true. In the past thirty minutes, he had killed seven hundred and twenty-three people. They all belong to a terrible name, they wear velvet cloaks, have pale faces and a taste for flesh.

And now, they are all dead except this last one.

"Do you know what you did?!" the Baroness roared and climbed up, the pain of her broken arm not deterring her.

She grabbed the fallen blade with her left hand and rushed towards Khalil again, her face distorted and so angry that she almost became another creature.

"Of course I know." Khalil replied calmly. "Let your family become history, how about you become history?"

He sided to avoid the Baroness's attack, and then kicked her to the ground.

This foot was firmly stuck on her ribs. The severe pain caused by the fracture made her anger disappear a lot, and it also allowed her to stay on the ground for a while, screaming loudly.

The ghost squatted down gently, his eyes already lit up with blue light. He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on what was in front of him.

He no longer wanted to listen to the voice from the other side of the curtain - as time passed, it began to call him constantly, entangled and annoying. And it's getting louder and more violent.

Khalil thought he could bear it, but he had to speed up the process.

There was still one last family with a name that had not been destroyed, and the Silver Winged Rot was not on his list.

They had declined and no longer held power. The reason why he came to them was just to solve a question that had been born in his mind a long time ago.

Moreover, the accumulation of power has reached a point, and he must solve everything before reaching this point.

Khalil grabbed the countess's hair, his movements were rough, and he lost his former patience. Then he said in a cold voice: "Tell me the truth."

The baroness trembled all over, her neck tilted back, and her dark eyes lit up with the same cold blue light as Khalil. Her face gradually became calmer, and a terrible indifference began to spread on her face.

She whispered: "What do you want to know?"

"The secret of your family - I know that the Silver Winged Wights are keen on human body modification and seeking immortality. You have crossed many taboo boundaries. I want to know, have you ever created any creatures with superhuman strength? "

"Yes." The Countess replied dully. "But they don't live long enough, and their powers cause their own bodies to collapse."

Sure enough.

Sure enough, any power has its price.

Khalil closed his eyes and shook his head.

The identity of the ghost was no secret to him, and he could guess where such a creature came from.

Apart from the laboratories of nobles, where else could it come from? The nobles of Nostramo would do anything to extend their lives. Nature also includes many horrific experiments.

"Is there a way to extend their lifespan? Or simply avoid this genetic defect?"

"There was a way."

The Countess replied shakily, her muscles beginning to spasm and the hundreds of surgically implanted modifications beginning to vibrate within her body.

The flesh is twitching and weird bulges can be seen everywhere on the body. This scene is so crazy that it can even destroy some people's sanity. However, as a person who has experienced it personally, the Baroness's voice remains calm. This contrast is simply chilling.

"once?"

"Seventy years ago, an ancestor spent half his life looking for a solution to this genetic defect. He did it. He improved the genomes of the test subjects and increased their lifespan."

"But he finally fell into madness. He destroyed all the research materials with his own hands. Finally, he and our laboratory were destroyed in the explosion."

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Khalil opened his eyes, then closed them again.

A quick blink, a deep, long breath. He quickly calmed down his emotions, but still couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Hope came so quickly, but it was shattered so unexpectedly.

——A one-and-a-half-year-old child had high hopes from him, was instilled with killing skills by him, and was thrown into a bloody whirlpool by him.

And this kid doesn't even have a name.

He was even dying, and he knew nothing about it. He is probably still completing the tasks assigned to him in the cold night.

What have I done?

I want to save the world, but am I unable to save even one child?

No. Wrong.

Things are a little strange.

"This is impossible."

Khalil spoke in a low voice, enduring the emotions rolling in his heart.

"He is only eighteen months old. If your laboratory was completely destroyed seventy years ago, how did he survive to this day?"

The Baroness did not answer. She had lost the ability to speak, and only her lips were still opening and closing mechanically.

"Tell me the truth!"

The ghost suddenly roared, unable to suppress the anger that evolved from self-blame in his heart.

He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the Baroness's head, with a bright blue light in his eyes - an instinctive intuition made his hands start to become cold, and the power in his body began to surge.

They roared violently, matching their master's anger, and rampaged through the spirit and soul of the Baroness. Then, from the dead eyes of the Baroness's distorted face, Khalil saw his own reflection at this moment.

His eyes widened, and in the next moment he realized that he had made a mistake.

People are ruled by emotions, and he knows this. He has always done this.

However, only at this moment, he forgot to control his emotions - they soon gave him their comeuppance.

From the point where he made contact with the Baroness's head, the power in Khalil's body turned into substantial blue light, violently pouring out from his hands.

Weird murmurs came from all around, and the room that was originally lit began to fall into darkness. The real coldness began to spread, almost freezing his own consciousness, and then

At this moment, the curtain that isolated him from malice was swept away by his power.

A thunderous war cry came from the other end, followed by a deep laughter.

Khalil watched all this happen and wanted to stop it, but was powerless. Those blue lights belonged to him at first, but soon they didn't.

In this deep laughter, the blue light changed little by little, like water changing color. It slowly turned into a scarlet flame and ignited suddenly.

Then something emerged from the darkness.

where are you?

The thing asked in an indescribable voice, where are you?

Come out – face me and take the credit you deserve.

I feel your anger, I know you want the world to burn

Come on then

power, blessing, blade, armor

all these things

I can give it to you.

Let them repent amidst their screams! Let the world burn and kill to bring victory!

"I" Khalil said tremblingly, but couldn't say the next word.

In this pain, he remembered what he had said himself.

If you keep knocking on the door of hell, sooner or later the devil will come to you.

Now, his devil has arrived.

——

Run, run anxiously.

Midnight Ghost didn't quite understand what the emotion boiling in his heart was, but he had to admit that he was almost driven crazy by this emotion.

Following what he saw in the vision and his innate ability to distinguish the function of buildings and even the raw materials, the ghost came to the upper nest silently.

The air here is very fresh, but full of the smell of blood. The ghost's intuition told him that the latter was the work of Khalil.

But where are you, Khalil?

Running, he thought. He pursed his lips, and his black hair danced wildly in the wind. He was so fast that he almost tore the wind. The body, which has not yet fully grown, is now being used in a completely reckless manner by its owner.

The ghost doesn't care anymore.

He had to find Khalil—he had to find him before anything could be saved.

He wanted to save Nostramo, but he definitely didn't want to see a Nostramo without Khalil.

Jump, go over the wall, and jump again.

The ghost's keen sense of smell could clearly distinguish where the smell of blood in the wind came from. He pursued them all the time, following the traces left by Khalil.

He rushed through the gloomy towers and strong fortresses, stepped over the broken corpses and lakes of blood, smashed through the darkness, and pierced the thick fog that hung over the nest——

Then he roared into the night.

The sound was very sad.

"Khalil—!"

The ghost ran wildly in the darkness, his voice echoed in the thick fog, and the silence of the upper nest was broken by his voice.

"Khalil! Reject Him, reject Him! Don't promise Him, He can't see you!"

"You must reject Him."

The ghost murmured in pain, feeling a splitting headache, but he couldn't stop now, he hadn't found him yet.

Panting, Ghost forced himself to hold on to the last clue brought by his sense of smell. He took a deep breath and ran towards a gloomy tower.

Above him, Night stared silently.

I really don’t have a knife, believe me.