40k: Midnight Blade

Khalil stepped out of the shuttle, down to earth, and stood on the land of Olympia.

Perturabo stood beside him, slowly taking off his special gloves. The cockpit of an ordinary shuttle is difficult for even Astartes to control precisely, let alone the Primarch, and Perturabo obviously has different opinions on this.

He used some principles and technologies that probably only he and the Emperor knew in the universe to create this glove, so that he could control the shuttle from a distance like an arm.

But, what’s the reason?

I'm afraid the genius knows why he did this. Kalil naturally wouldn't think about this kind of problem. He was busy observing the scene below. Although he didn't know the name of this Olympian city-state, he had already taken a liking to it. Got here.

The landing pad Perturabo chose was located high up, giving it a good view down below.

The orderly buildings stand harmoniously among the mountains and forests like stacked tarot cards. They are surrounded by white stone city walls. The city walls may have quite a history, and their symbolic meaning is greater than their actual use, but this does not Prevent them from appearing majestic.

The planning of the city is even more outstanding. The various areas are cleverly integrated together. It does not appear messy, but reveals a kind of beauty full of life.

Coupled with the blue sky of Olympia, it can be said that this place is no worse than Macragge.

At least that's what it seems.

"How?" Perturabo asked in a tone with no specific emotion.

"It's beautiful here," Khalil said. "Reminds me of Terra."

"Terra?" The Primarch raised his eyebrows suspiciously. "Either you are different from the Terra I remember, or you are deceiving or fooling me, Khalil Lohars. Terra and Lokos have nothing in common."

"I mean the sky," Khalil explained softly. "This is a great place for falcons to fly."

He pointed at the sky, and at this moment, a group of birds flew by in a row, flapping their wings. Perturabo followed their departure with his eyes, nodded, and reluctantly agreed with Khalil's statement.

A nobleman came up from the side, wearing a dark gray robe with a complex family crest on his chest. Perturabo glanced at him and called out a name: "Aristaine's family?"

The noble nodded in awe.

"I know Geoff Tully, the most outstanding general in your family." Perturabo continued. "Based on his age, he should be your great-grandfather."

The noble nodded again, his awe turning into a joy mixed with shock - he tried to introduce his name, but Perturabo raised his hand indifferently, interrupting him.

"There is no need to introduce yourself to me. I don't have time to hear your name, young man. Now take your guards and retreat. I have important things to do."

His words sounded like insults, but the young man from the Alistair family bowed his head in respect and left with the guards. Apparently, he had been told about the character of the Lord of Olympia.

They boarded another shuttle. It had a silver tail fin and the overall design was quite wide. Perturabo nodded slowly as he watched it take off.

"The seventh-generation design iteration is going well." He stood next to Khalil and introduced him to him in a soliloquy manner. "The civilian shuttle I personally designed can travel back and forth between the atmosphere. It is low-cost, highly reliable, and supports later modifications."

"Your salesmanship is very good." Khalil replied with a smile. "It makes me want to buy some for the legion."

His words undoubtedly made Perturabo's face darken a little again: "Do not test my tolerance for you, Khalil Lohars."

"I'll try my best." Khalil kept his smile and lowered his head to show submission.

Perturabo stared at him in silence for a moment before looking away.

He lowered his head and twisted a white bracelet on his right wrist. A holographic light screen was projected, and he began to move his fingers busily.

Khalil observed his posture and easily came to a conclusion: Perturabo was probably not in a hurry to see his sister.

The instructors of the Night Blades calmly turned their heads and walked to the other side to observe the city called Lokos. He looked at those magnificent and historic buildings with admiration, and once again found some phantoms of the past in them.

Like Macragge, Nostramo, and even Nuceria, Olympia possesses some kind of one-sided phantom of his memory.

Realizing this gave him a little bit of relief - even if the water star had disappeared, at least something about her remained.

These thoughts flowed through his heart, which gradually stopped opening and talking to anyone, and ended with a violent explosion.

Khalil narrowed his eyes and looked up. He saw a shuttle crashing from the sky.

"That's your seventh-generation design, Perturabo." Khalil said softly. "And it was shot down."

"The body part has not been completely destroyed, and the emergency landing system has begun to function."

Perturabo answered quickly, his voice so calm that it almost didn't sound like him. In fact, this explained behavior was the least like him.

"Based on the speed of the emergency landing, as long as he is not directly hit, the descendants of the Alistair family can survive."

"So—" Khalil turned his head. "--How is this going?"

"The attack was launched by a city defense gun, located on the southeast wall." Perturabo said coldly.

On the light screen in front of him, countless data streams passed by at a frightening speed. However, the original body accurately intercepted several numbers and turned them into substantive and helpful information.

He did not involve Khalil in the discussion, choosing instead to analyze it himself. He told all the useful information.

"Eighty percent of the city defense guns have been abandoned and do not have the firing function. They are obsolete. Only the remaining 20% ​​retain the firing function and actual function as one of the exhibits visited by students in November every year. Utility, the guards of these city defense guns are the Colonmar family of Lokos."

"They just submitted a complete maintenance report this year. All the city defense guns as exhibits can fire normally, but they only have the authority to use them in November. On weekdays, they cannot be used in any way. It may be Programming error, but considering I just landed not long ago"

Perturabo twisted the bracelet and closed the light curtain, his expression turned gloomy. He raised his hand to press a button on his collar, and the voice belonging to Citybreaker Frix immediately sounded: "Primarch! Are you okay?!"

"That's not my shuttle," the Iron Lord told his First Captain, slowly but forcefully. "That shuttle belongs to the descendants of the Alistair family. They just took off, not long after we landed."

"What do you mean?" Fricks paused for a moment before speaking again, with more hidden things in his voice.

"I will send you some data, Fricks. Take them to find those people, four hours at the latest, I want to see the complete story and inference results. I will give you the right to fire, when necessary, You can exercise this power within Lokos.”

"Understood, Primarch."

Perturabo pressed the button again and hung up the communication. Khalil perfectly filled Fricks' vacancy.

"So, you conclude that this is unlikely to be a mere coincidence?" he asked cautiously.

"There are no coincidences in the world, Khalil Lohars. Even those flashes of inspiration that only appear in a few scientific research experiments are one of the natural results of the long-term efforts of scientists."

Perturabo explained gloomily as he came to a corner of the tarmac, reached out and pressed a button that was painted a bright red.

It is not at the same level of use as other buttons. It is as bright as new. Not only does it have no traces of use, it even looks as new as if it has been regularly maintained.

A few seconds later, a mechanical roar sounded in Khalil's ears, and a huge vehicle that could probably accommodate four Primarchs was transported up by a mechanical arm from under the apron.

Its appearance is not that special, with black and gray making up the main colors, but its structure is very special.

It has no roof and no tires. The overall shape is quite weird, but it gives people a natural sense of beauty. Various details are added together to make it look as if it is cut out of stone.

"Did you design this car too?" Khalil asked.

"Yes." Peturabo opened the door and got into the driver's seat. "Or do you think someone else can design such a car?"

Kalil didn't answer the Lord of Steel's words, he just got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. Perturabo started it, and with the roar of the engine, the car immediately took off, carrying them at a low altitude towards the city below.

The airflow that should have been wild was cut perfectly due to the overall shape of the vehicle, without causing any interference to the two people in the car. Even the blowing of their hair was within an acceptable range.

Khalil sat up straight, tapping his knees with the index fingers of both hands, his eyes narrowed into a thin line.

He began to feel more and more that returning with Captain Dantioch was not the right decision.

Now, the direction of this matter is becoming more and more complicated and confusing. And, whatever the truth, Khalil was confident that Perturabo would find a reason to unleash his wrath.

——The Lord of Steel’s right hand, which is resting on the circular joystick, has veins popping out.

There's probably one more chapter.