40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 37 37.Light (2)

"Too fast," the ghost muttered. "Too fast, Khalil."

"It's really fast - are you nervous?"

The ghost shook his head quickly.

Khalil couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, Ghost. There is nothing to be nervous about. You are meeting your brother and your father. If they are normal, you don't have to be nervous."

Ghost blinked, actually convinced by Khalil, but still wanted to ask the worst possibility: "What if they are abnormal?"

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Khalil rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Don't do this, Ghost."

"Okay," Ghost grunted in reply.

He obviously also knew that he asked a question that was illogical and illogical. But he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it.

"Also, from below, I'm going to call you Conrad Coze." Khalil said during the jump.

He seized the opportunity very well and just happened to be stuck in a time period where he could strike while the iron was hot.

"Why? Aren't we still not sure whether he is my father?"

Konrad Curze asked, his voice escaping in the cold wind as he jumped.

"He might be," Khalil said.

"But maybe not!"

".Just to be polite, okay? Please, Ghost."

".Okay." Conrad Coates nodded reluctantly.

Then, they continued running towards the outside of the city. One after the other, Khalil led the way as always.

His expression was very calm. Logically speaking, such a moment should have touched him, but now he was terrifyingly calm.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived outside the city.

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"Horribly desolate."

Fulgrim said. There was obvious pity in his tone, and Rogal Dorn frowned, not liking that his brother spoke in such a tone.

"There's a city in the distance. It looks just as eerie as the one we looked down on from orbit."

Luo Jia expressed his emotions in a soft tone. "I started to feel sad for the residents."

Ferrus Manus squatted down, and the giant dug his silver hands into the ground as hard as steel. After a moment, he picked up a handful of buried bones.

He looked at them, observing them carefully. Then he came to a conclusion.

"There are mutants, but there are also normal people," he said calmly. "There are still bite marks from wild beasts on it."

"Cannibalism?" Rogal Dorn asked.

Fulgrim shook his head: "Please, Rogge, don't—"

"—You know I must." Rogal Dorn replied seriously. "The man-eating beasts must be eradicated."

"Where is father?" Luo Jia asked.

He wore a black robe, with books hanging on his waist, and his golden skin shone slightly. He did not participate in the discussion among his brothers, but was concerned about another matter.

He always cared about it.

He looked at his brothers expectantly, then asked again: "Does anyone know where father is now?"

"I'm here."

A majestic voice answered from behind them - almost immediately, Luojia turned around, his speed even surprised Fulgrim.

"Father!" Luo Jia called enthusiastically. "You're here!"

"Father."

"Father!"

"Father."

The giant in golden armor nodded slightly in response to the greetings of his sons. He said expressionlessly: "I hope you won't be dissatisfied with my decision."

"Of course we won't!" Luo Jia replied quickly. "Meeting our brothers certainly doesn't require involving our respective Legions in the matter!"

"We didn't bring many people here originally," Roger Dorn said. "What's more, I also think it's right not to involve the Legion in this matter."

"Really, Rogge?" Fulgrim asked with a smile.

"Really." Rogal Dorn nodded towards him. "I don't lie."

The smile on Fulgrim's face quickly disappeared. He sighed helplessly and turned to look at Ferus. The latter put his hands behind his back and shook his head calmly.

The golden-armored giant took in all his sons' reactions.

He did not judge Fulgrim's little intention to liven up the atmosphere, nor did he have any reaction to Rogal Dorn's indifference. Luojia's enthusiasm and Ferus' restraint seemed to him to be the same thing.

He was neither smiling nor serious, there was nothing on his face.

He just stands here.

Stand calmly - and then the darkness is dispelled.

"They are coming," said the Emperor.

As the words fell, two shadows walked out of the darkness that still existed not far away.

One is tall and the other is normal, walking side by side.

"It's him," Fulgrim whispered, almost in a whisper. "Conrad Coates"

Without reason, he made sure of it.

He was sure that the tall, thin giant in tattered clothes and as pale as a ghost was their brother. And his words were silently agreed by the other three giants.

They looked at their new brother with their own eyes, taking in every detail and every tiny reaction.

Rogal Dorn frowned again.

Luo Jia pursed her lips, as if she wanted to sigh.

Ferrus Manus clenched his fists calmly.

At this moment, in their different hearts, a common thought is arising.

'He is really just a child. ’

The shadows came closer slowly, but the Emperor spoke before them.

"Welcome, Khalil Lohars, and thank you for your willingness to bring my son."

One of the shadows answered the Emperor in a hissing, unfamiliar language, his voice so calm that it could not have been a mortal's reaction to meeting the Emperor.

"Yes, I should indeed say hello to him first. But I have something to explain to you first, Khalil Lohars. This is very important."

The Lord of Mankind stepped forward and extended his right hand.

From Luo Jia's perspective, he could only see his father's back. But this did not prevent him from understanding the meaning behind this action. Suddenly, a complex emotion arose in his heart.

He looked at the shadow who was standing indifferently, a little angry at the shadow's offense.

My father didn't let you kneel down, thank you, or even reach out to you - he thought indignantly.

What did you do? How dare you make him wait!

His eyes made a tall shadow look over, and a hissing sound sounded. And the mortal known as Khalil Loharth patted him, and he fell silent again.

Fulgrim looked at Rogal Dorn, who whispered without looking back: "Don't compare me to this."

"You were learning when you were one and a half years old."

The handsome demigod chuckled and joked. "And when he was a year and a half he was just like you, wasn't he, Rogge? That mortal was lucky that he raised a Primarch."

Rogal Dorn let out a rare sigh.

Ferrus looked away.

He didn’t like what Fulgrim said about ‘luck’. There was no reason for it, he just didn’t like it. But he didn't want to talk about it.

He knew that Fulgrim's heart was good.

Fulgrim just likes to joke and laugh. In essence, this behavior is no different from the innocence of children playing. But the fact that it happened to a Primarch makes it all the more valuable.

Ferrus Manus was willing to tolerate this playfulness and cherish it.

The hissing sound sounded again, and the Emperor calmly retracted his hand. Luojia suddenly clenched his right hand, the resentment in his eyes becoming more obvious. The Emperor was unmoved by his reaction.

It's not that he can't see it, he knows it, but he doesn't react in any way.

"Yes, we came by ship. Interstellar voyages are not a rare thing in today's era." The Emperor said in Gothic.

After a period of silence, the shadow spoke again in a hissing language. At the same time, a cold blue light lit up in its eyes.

Fulgrim was startled: "Psychic! No wonder he understands. I thought he did it on purpose."

"No, I'm not." Shadow said in unfamiliar Gothic. "I wouldn't be so rude."

He was some distance away from the Primarchs, and according to a mortal's hearing, he should not have heard Fulgrim's whispers so clearly.

But he heard it.

"I apologize on my son's behalf," the Emperor said. "Khalil Lohars, your mastery of psychic powers is growing stronger."

Fulgrim blushed.

"So this kind of power is called psychic energy?"

"Did you not know that before?"

"No." Shadow said.

His Gothic was quickly mastered in just a few dozen seconds, and his thick accent disappeared: "However, I still think you should talk to him first."

The Emperor shook his head slowly, turned and spoke to his sons.

"Go meet your brothers, talk, walk around"

"Father?" Luo Jia asked blankly. "Walking around?"

Rogal Dorn saw that the shadow not far away patted their brothers again, so the giant, who was far less tall than them, spoke with a very soft voice.

".I can take you around the city."

He stood in the darkness, staring at them. The demigods could feel the eyes of this strange brother, which was clear without too many complicated emotions.

After noticing this look, Fulgrim, who was still in the annoyed stage, immediately said: "Okay, brother!"

He turned his head and looked at Ferus. The latter nodded in advance as if he had no idea: "It's disrespectful."

Rogal Dorn didn't speak, and just started to walk forward slowly. Every detail of this conversation so far had exceeded his expectations, but Rogal Dorn would not express his opinion at this time.

He simply agreed with their father's decision, agreeing even to the point of adjusting his pace so that he would not look too threatening to mortal eyes.

He knew very well what he meant to mortals.

Fulgrim and Ferus followed closely behind, but only Luojia stayed where he was. His skin was glowing with golden light, but his expression was confused: "Father?"

"Go ahead," said the Emperor.

So Luo Jia had no choice.

As a Night Lord, it's very common for me to update secretly, right?

Also, let me say one thing.

Due to some setting problems, half of my saved manuscripts were scrapped, but it doesn't matter, I will come back with more codes.

It will definitely be done if it reaches thirty.