40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 30 30. Change

".I'm fine, Ghost."

"I'm really fine."

"No, no, I'm fine, so you don't have to jump over the building with me. My health is fine."

In the cold night, Khalil Lohars sighed helplessly to the ghost for the first time, who was stubbornly standing on the edge of the spire of the Silver-Winged Corpse Family and stretched out a hand towards him.

This posture remained for three minutes.

It was obvious what he wanted to do.

"I'm really fine," Khalil repeated again. "I'm healthy and have no problems."

"You didn't even have a heartbeat or breath ten minutes ago."

The ghost grunted. "That voice said something about dying again, the devil or something. You must feel the same pain now as before."

".I feel no pain."

"Really?"

"I have never lied to you."

Hearing this, Ghost frowned and retorted loudly: "You didn't lie to me, but you didn't tell me either! You asked me to clean the sentry, but you ran here!"

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Khalil rubbed his brows with a headache, sighed heavily, and sat down on the edge of the steeple. The night was still long, and he was willing and necessary to spend ten minutes solving this matter before going to deal with one last thing with the ghost.

"Okay, Ghost, let's start at the beginning. Are you going to stand there and hear me out, or are you going to be polite and talk to me?"

Ghost pursed his lips, walked over, and squatted down next to Khalil. Even so, he was still much taller than the former.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you," Khalil said. "I didn't tell you what I was going to do, I'm sorry, Ghost."

Ghost didn't speak, just nodded, expressionless, but Khalil could see his current mood.

It was a palpable dissatisfaction.

"Secondly, how did that voice contact you?" Khalil asked calmly.

The ghost blinked and spent five minutes describing the disturbing vision he had and how he heard the voice when he saw Khalil's body.

What he said was very simple. Although the language description was straightforward, it was clear enough and did not miss any details, including his feelings at the time.

Khalil pursed his lips.

"So, you saw the future where I die?"

"No! You were not dead in that illusion!"

The ghost's eyes widened. "But, I saw you were drowned in a lot of blood! You were floating in it! Nostramo was also set on fire with blood-like fire!"

Blood

Khalil narrowed his eyes and wrote down this incident calmly, then mentioned another: "That voice called you Conrad Coates?"

Ghost nodded slightly. "Yes, I asked him who this was, and he said it was me."

It seems to be a person. Khalil thought.

But you still have to be wary. After all, they call him Prometheus. And, my body. What's going on?

Khalil lowered his head, raised his right hand and made a fist. An abundant sense of power flows through the body. This feeling is different from the feeling brought by receiving his power before.

If I have to say it, it's a bit as warm as the sun. Khalil didn't know if this was a good thing, so he decided to watch it for a while before considering whether to continue using it.

"Did he say anything else?" Khalil asked again.

"He also said you would be in pain." Ghost replied quickly, then pointed to the top of the tall building opposite the minaret, and stretched out his left hand towards Khalil.

".I don't feel pain." Khalil said weakly. "My body is really fine, Ghost."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. I didn't lie - well, maybe I lied to you once. I apologize, okay? I'm sorry."

"Okay, I believe you, Khalil. Oh, and he also said you can pass through the veil." The ghost nodded and continued with satisfaction.

Khalil frowned sharply.

He didn't understand what Prometheus was thinking. Why did he even tell the ghost this? Although he claims to be Ghost's father,...

Khalil glanced at the ghost.

The latter was looking at him with his eyes open. His face was pale and his eyes were dark. He looked completely different from the dark-skinned man standing on the grassland.

They look nothing alike, he thought.

Forget it, anyway——

"What else?" Khalil asked.

"He also said he would come over with my brothers."

Ghost puzzled the hair scattered on his forehead, his expression was very puzzled.

"Who the hell is he? And what's going on with my brothers? Do you think my brothers look like me, Khalil?"

how could I know? I didn't even know you had a brother, I thought you were... Sigh.

".Maybe." Khalil said calmly. "As for who he is, he should be your father."

The ghost's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why are you looking like that?"

"Father?!" Ghost shouted with wide eyes. "Mine?! Didn't I come out of the lab?!"

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Khalil forced himself to resist the urge to sigh. He didn't want this slightly negative attitude to affect the ghost's mood. After all, the feeling of suddenly learning that you have a father and brother you've never met should be quite jarring.

Moreover, he told the ghost what the laboratory said.

He continued his analysis.

"So, as things stand, you have a brother, and you have a father - which means you probably have a family, the Ghost, no, no, Konrad Curze."

Khalil frowned while analyzing: "It's just..."

"Just what, Khalil?"

It's just that I don't quite understand how he became your father. Khalil thought. Although he was wearing an eye-catching golden armor and could fight those things, at least his body proportions seemed to be normal.

And you, you are so different from humans. You are over three meters tall at one and a half years old.

"It's okay, Conrad," Khalil said. "Besides, I will call you by this name from now on."

"I don't like this name." Ghost shook his head repeatedly. "It's a mouthful."

".Your father gave you this name."

"Didn't you say he should be? Should, which means he may or may not be, right?"

The ghost tilted his head. "Why would I accept the name if he wasn't?"

".How about this."

Khalil couldn't help but laugh. "After he comes, we will first find out whether he is your father, and then decide whether you want to accept this name. Is this okay?"

Ghost nodded, his expression finally becoming satisfied.

"So, is there anything else?" Khalil asked. "Did he say anything else?"

"No more." Ghost shook his head, a little confused. "He said I saw my brothers in a vision. But I don't remember them."

"Your brothers, we can talk about this later. I hope they won't be too difficult to get along with."

"Why do you think so? You've never seen them." Ghost asked puzzledly.

Because, if all of them are as superhuman as you, then I'm afraid your brothers will have some psychological problems.

This is inevitable, most geniuses have eccentric personalities, let alone a group of real supermen?

Moreover, a mentally disturbed person may become an antisocial personality after years of depression, switching from harming himself to harming others. If you have one of your brothers like this.

Tsk.

Also, who is Prometheus who has the ability to create so many supermen?

"Because I'm a pessimist," Khalil said. “I’m used to looking at everything from a pessimistic perspective.”

Ghost blinked: "It seems not good for you to be like this, Khalil. You are so negative."

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Kalil stood up angrily, really not knowing how to answer Ghost's words.

He immediately changed the topic: "Okay, the chat time is over and the problem has been solved - is there anything else you want to ask me, Ghost?"

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"ghost?"

"Yes," Ghost said with his lips pursed. "Khalil, can you please stop doing this?"

Khalil was suddenly startled.

And the ghosts continue.

"I don't like pain, so you probably don't like it either. No one likes pain, right?" Ghost said, lowering his head.

He was obviously much taller than Khalil, but now he looked like a helpless child.

"That voice. My supposed father, he said that the pain of resurrecting a ghost is no less than dying again. Can you not die?"

However, everyone is mortal, ghost.

Khalil chuckled silently.

People will always die, and the meaning of death is to bring life to an end. What is the meaning of life if there is no death?

The difference is only in the way of death. Being murdered, being oppressed to death and peacefully resting are two different things.

What do I want these for?

The silent chuckle gradually turned into a burst of joyful laughter. This was the first time he laughed so happily on Nostramo. The ghost raised his head and looked at him doubtfully.

"What's wrong with you, Khalil?"

"It's okay, Ghost," Khalil said.

"However, I can't guarantee that I won't die. No one can make such a guarantee. There is a limit to human lifespan. However, I can try to stay alive. What do you think?"

Ghost thought for a moment and nodded heavily.

"Very good, then, let's go - after the last family is dealt with, we can rest for a while and wait for things to develop. Also, he is not the father you 'should' be."

Khalil turned his head and said seriously: "If you want to express your uncertainty about his identity, you should use the phrase 'my possible father' to describe it, do you understand?"

".Oh. So, he is my possible father?"

"If you want to say it like this, the sentence structure needs to be changed. In Nostramo language, it is 'He could be my father'."

The ghost nodded honestly, and jumped off the gloomy spire together with Khalil.

Above them, Night stares quietly.

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