40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 45 45. In the Dark (Dragon Boat Festival Ankang)

breathe.

Calmly – breathe.

A scream full of fear came from his ears, mixed with the smell of urine. Khalil was not surprised by this, he just walked over and gently twisted the man's head.

As usual, there were corpses all over the ground.

However, this time it is slightly better. At least there were no more mutilated limbs or broken arms. Most of the corpses were intact. They either died from broken spines or from suffocation. There was much less blood, but it still inevitably created a pool of blood on the carpet.

The human body is really fragile, especially for Khalil now.

The blue wall lamp in the corridor flickered, and blood covered its surface. What really made it almost malfunction was a certain low temperature that flashed away in half a minute. There was a crackling sound of electricity coming from the walls, which was the whine of the pipes carrying electricity.

Khalil turned around and slowly put down the body in his hands.

There is no need to desecrate the body.

He is not them.

Slowly, he avoided the pool of blood and corpses as much as possible, walked behind the door of the corridor, bent down and waited.

This aisle has been made as grand as possible. The designer is not blindly imitating the decoration of the upper class nobles, and I don’t know if it is intentional. He or she gave this aisle a gloomy and gorgeous look. And the abominable decorations were dispensed with.

But for him now, he still needs to bend down.

The huge size not only brings about improvements in strength and agility, but also brings some other problems.

For example, his favorite sneaking methods, climbing through windows and dark and narrow alleys, have become inaccessible places for this body now.

Before carrying out this mission, he even spent twenty minutes getting familiar with his new body to determine whether his usual 'gliding' technique could still be used.

Although the answer surprised him, there were questions that still needed to be answered.

His two blades.

Well, to be honest, they were no longer weapons to him at their current size.

But Khalil has no plans to go back to the past.

He had entered into a covenant that gave him certain rights and responsibilities that he did not want.

Although he still couldn't see the full scope of this responsibility, Khalil knew that he had to be prepared. Something about the potential of great power had taught him that he couldn't make a mistake.

Milky Way. What a scary term. He thought with a slight sigh. At this moment, slow footsteps were heard outside the corridor, and there was only one person.

He could hear this, just as he could hear the person's breathing, the frequency of his heartbeat, and the quiet and gentle flow of blood in his blood vessels.

The stooped giant slowly straightened his body and pressed against the ceiling. He quietly reached out his hand and gently pushed the door open a second before it was opened by the person outside.

The flickering blue wall lamp intermittently illuminated the corpses everywhere, and also illuminated the gloomy face of a giant.

A second before the person outside the door screamed, Khalil spoke softly.

"Good evening, Director Cummins, could you please stop screaming?"

The latter answered with trembling facial muscles, while Khalil sighed and stretched out his hand, pinched his chin, and forcibly turned the scream into some kind of miserable groan.

Then he pulled him into the darkness.

The door closed quietly.

——

Khalil returned to the shelter in the fierce cold wind. The roof was empty, but the rainwater filter was still there, but the figure squatting on it had disappeared.

He raised his head and glanced at the dark purple clouds.

I don’t know how my studies are going.

Shaking his head, Khalil suppressed this thought in his heart for the time being.

He didn't plan to go back to the huge and resplendent ship for two weeks.

Firstly, he really didn't like that kind of decoration style, and secondly, Midnight Ghost might be able to rely on Khalil Lohars, but Konrad Kurtz had to learn to decide everything on his own.

Moreover, he really didn't have much time.

The Eighth Legion would arrive in two weeks, fourteen days, or thirteen days and eight hours - he knew nothing about their numbers, but since they could be called a legion, it must not be too few.

They have the blood of Konrad Curze in their bodies, and by blood, they are his sons. However, Khalil actually knew something else better.

The 'Emperor' viewed the Primarchs as tools.

What tool?

Tools of killing.

So, what about these transformed warriors mixed with tool blood? What could they be? Inferior tools?

Khalil didn't want to use this word to describe a group of people he had never met before, and they were indeed fighting for humanity under the command of the 'Emperor'.

That means they deserve Khalil's respect.

This means that Khalil will temporarily refer to them as 'warriors'. And if Konrad Curze were to face a group of warriors.

I'm afraid they won't like Quintus in this state.

He didn't know the attitude of other legions towards their Primarch, but Khalil felt that they might not be too close.

He imagined the scene of a group of people he had never met calling his father, and felt cold sweat all over his body.

Anyway, let’s try to modify Quintus’ environment as much as possible.

He killed three factory owners tonight, as well as a large number of gangs who had laid an ambush in advance and planned to launch a major purge in advance.

Three hours later, he will go to the upper lair, find the nobleman who was let go by his own hands, and drive him and a large number of small noblemen who are fighting for territory like hyenas to kill them all.

His partner has acquired a new identity, and his old rules of conduct need to be updated.

but

"Hyena." He smiled. "How interesting, as interesting as you are, Lorgar Aurelion."

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A golden-skinned giant walked silently out of the darkness behind the shelter, still limping as he walked. He pursed his lips tightly and looked at Khalil closely, but there was no anger in his eyes.

"Hyena?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, an animal that only exists in Ancient Terra. They live in groups, are ferocious, insidious, and cunning, but have a strict social structure."

Khalil smiled and shook his head: "How long have you been waiting?"

"Four hours."

"So, you come after Rogal Dorn."

Luo Jia nodded calmly: "I noticed the door he repaired for you."

"He is indeed an outstanding craftsman." Khalil looked at the solid door and nodded in admiration.

It is a terrifying talent to be able to repair a piece of junk into something as solid as it is today, without even relying on tools from beginning to end.

"He is one of the Emperor's sons," Lorgar said sharply. "You shouldn't describe him with that word."

"Well, how would I describe it?"

Khalil couldn't help but sigh: "Do you think the words craftsman and outstanding combined insulted him?"

"I'm sure my brother was into architecture and design, and he was brilliant - but you just shouldn't describe it that way."

Luo Jia shook her head stubbornly, and then brought up another matter. "You beat me badly today."

"I know," Khalil said calmly. "I did it on purpose."

".You used your strength to oppress me." Luo Jia said in a low voice. “Debates should be judged by victory in language, not strength.”

"Why should I argue with you?"

Khalil smiled and shook his head, but there was not much smile in his smile: "I can tolerate your comments about me, because I don't care at all. But you should not describe Konrad Coates as a person who would be willing to accept A weak baby manipulated by humans.”

"He's really just a kid."

Luo Jia said while enduring his anger. "Even by our standards, he's too immature."

"so what?"

"So, you shouldn't instill your theory into him."

Lorgar Aurelion frowned. He no longer used his passionate oratory talent, but spoke with surprising seriousness and sincerity.

"This dark theory may indeed have its meaning on Nostramo, but do you know how vast the galaxy is? Not every planet needs cruel punishment and executioners under the night, not all planets need Like here."

"Here? Like this?"

"Fallen."

Full of hatred, Luo Jia spat out this word. What he hates is not this planet, but the darkness on this planet. They tortured his brother into a pale, thin, gloomy child.

Khalil narrowed his eyes.

Luo Jia's behavior was very different from before. He no longer mentioned his assumptions, and he no longer accused Khalil of being a despicable villain. In this, there are two possibilities.

First, he asked Conrad Coates and got a reply from the latter.

Second, he figured something out.

Could even a terrifyingly stubborn Primarch have such keen reflexes? Khalil smiled silently.

On the other side, Luo Jia continued.

"I apologize for what I said to you earlier, Khalil Lohars."

Luo Jia's eyes widened and she spoke slowly but calmly. His expression was so solemn and solemn, almost like a declaration.

"I don't know who you really are or where your powers come from. But I can tell you that I don't care about them."

"Father has given you a great honor. Don't waste it. My brother loves you, and you'd better cherish this feeling. Of course, you may regard these words of mine as embers in the wind, but, I swear."

The golden giant slowly clenched his fists. "If you fail my father, or my brother, I will."

"What?" Khalil asked calmly.

He was looking forward to Luo Jia's answer. No lie, he was really looking forward to it.

"I will kill you," Lorgar Aurelion said. "I certainly will."

Khalil smiled.

He spread his arms.

"If there really is such a day." He said softly. "You don't have to do it yourself."

I got home very late and my back hurt, so I was 19 minutes late.

Night Lord (guilty)

There is one more chapter, which I will write as soon as possible.

ps. Actually, I also thought about writing a completely brainless Luo Jia, which would be easier for me to shape, but this is really not good.

Lorgar Aurelion did love his brothers.