40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 47 47. Worth it or not (4k)

Khalil could taste a vague, special smell that only belonged to blood.

They flowed in the tasteless air and finally fell into his 'capture net', telling him everything he needed. Then he knew that four hundred and fifty meters away, there was a person bleeding.

Capture net.

He discovered it tonight and began to use it.

After returning from the curtain, his body is getting stronger every day, but the changes are not just pure strength and agility, but also some smaller aspects.

Such as his perception.

They are already sharp enough individually, and now when combined, they are like a huge net that can tightly wrap his prey. This is the origin of the slightly weird name of the catching net.

He turned around, and the soft light sources on both sides of the streets in the upper nest were still doing their work quietly, as always.

They have been here a long time but are still in good condition. Besides the fact that the materials they are made of are strong, there are also people who maintain them.

servant. Khalil thought.

A terrible coldness began to fill his mouth.

In the past, this job often required him to pay attention to many details. He pays attention to every corner, every detail, and his own behavior.

He would avoid the pleasure of killing and turn it into a job that requires efficiency - only in this way can he let the Midnight Ghost understand the true meaning of killing.

Killing was never the goal.

Khalil took another deep breath, and the 'capture net' began to work again.

Then he started running.

The huge body more than four meters high ran like a ghost in the darkness of the upper nest, running fast and fast, but not a single floor tile moved. Only a sound that was so small that it was almost imperceptible appeared faintly.

His bones and muscles burst out with greater power under such movements, and the power itself was also urging them to evolve.

——What am I now?

A thought crossed his mind, and Khalil narrowed his eyes, letting it disappear into the deepest part of his heart.

After a jump, he reached the top of a spire.

Two air filters work quietly on the top. They should be newly installed, otherwise there is no way to explain the new metal surface.

Khalil walked past them, looked down, and his eyes were precisely locked on a man running in panic.

This was the second time he had seen this gesture.

Last time, this man ran like this in the never-ending night of Nostramo. But this time, except that he ran a little faster, there was no change.

Thinking of this, Khalil couldn't help but smile.

"Does this count as urging them to break out of that corrupt life and start exercising?"

He muttered to himself, hissing in the cold air before gradually dissipating.

Amidst the sound of the air purifier, he quietly jumped off the top of the spire. Without bending his knees or bending down, he landed in front of the man like a rapidly passing shadow, then stretched out his hand and dragged him into the darkness.

A panicked scream came.

Then came the plea - broken words that couldn't be formed into sentences, mixed with the sound of a completely shattered sanity. Khalil observed him patiently, not intending to torture, there was no point in that.

He has lost control twice.

There won't be a third time.

And if he wants to know something, the man will speak for himself. He would even tell clearly how many people he had eaten.

"Shhh."

Khalil said softly. "There's no need to struggle, you know I'm coming for you, right?"

"You are just a legend."

The man sobbed, completely broken. "You shouldn't exist! You are just a monster woven by those lower-class civilians!"

Khalil laughed.

"I made your family disappear tonight, but you think I'm just a legendary monster?"

He gently let go of his hand and let the man fall to the ground. The latter's legs and feet became weak and fell to the ground. He even lost the strength to escape and was filled with fear.

"All right."

Staring at him, Khalil sighed. He knelt down and pinched the neck of the broken mind in front of him.

There is no need to talk anymore.

With a crisp sound, his work tonight was completely over. But Khalil did not throw the body on the dim street. He took it with him and jumped onto the minaret again, jumping back and forth between the building and the minaret.

The architectural style of Nostramo is not only gloomy, religious metaphors can also be seen everywhere in it. I don’t know who started this style in the first place. In short, churches are everywhere in the upper-level hive of Quintus.

——Of course, they don’t believe in a god.

Eight minutes later, he stopped at the top of a church.

This is the largest church in the upper nest of Quintus. It is completely different from the buildings corroded by acid rain in Xiachao. The whole building is majestic and towering, and even one side is extremely exquisite. It has obviously been repaired frequently.

Nobles of all sizes throughout Quintus will come to this church to pray on one day of the month - of course, the prayers of the nobles are naturally different.

It's not so much a prayer as it is a palace dance mixed with an exchange of interests.

Under the gaze of the blurred-faced gods, noble men and women would choose the lambs of suffering naked in the arms of blood.

And then.

Khalil narrowed his eyes, cut off his thoughts, unwilling to think any further, lowered his head and began to stare at the night.

Fifteen marble statues were placed flat on a hollow layer at his feet. The suffering women surrounded by thorns were draped in veils, holding crying babies in their hands, their faces surrounded by mist, and condensed water mist slid down the marble skin.

Khalil looked at them and shook his head.

Naturally born babies are rare in Nostramo.

After a brief observation, he jumped off the top of the church and began to cut up the body on the platform at the top of the long hundreds of steps.

This was not blasphemy, venting anger or relieving boredom, this was part of his job.

Khalil saw this matter clearly, he did not do it with malice or excitement, he did it only because he needed to expand the scope of fear.

After all, verbal warnings were not as threatening to the nobles as direct actions.

Extending his fingers, he used his nails to cut the soft skin like a ghost, and blood flowed out.

Khalil frowned, feeling extremely disgusted by the touch of flesh and blood.

Now, he missed the time when he could still hold a knife.

But he could no longer go back to the past.

He could not simply be ‘Khalil Rohars’, a fierce spirit moving in the night.

The rights brought by the covenant made Khalil realize that, like the Emperor, he also needed a mask. And now this giant body is just right.

Konrad Curze still has many brothers he has never met, and if Konrad Curze wants to meet them one by one, Khalil is sure that he can't escape.

For a long time in the future, he will have to accompany Konrad Curze to do this.

Therefore, this appearance can solve many things-at least it can solve many unnecessary things similar to ‘Lorgar Aurelion’.

Three minutes later, he finished his work, stood up with blood on his hands, and left the church with a few leaps. Now, he just needed time to continue flowing. —— Returning to the shelter again, for the third time in a day, Khalil found that he was already somewhat familiar with the feeling of the ghost's absence. He smiled complicatedly, and then sighed in distress. "Is this some kind of activity?" Khalil asked the darkness behind the shelter. "You come one by one, and even choose the same waiting position." Hearing this, Ferrus Manus took a step to the left with an expressionless face. He knew who the last visitor was. "You are still going on." Ferrus said with a firm tone. "Are you fascinated by this bloody life?" "Of course not." Khalil shook his head and opened the new door of the shelter in front of Ferrus-this door now has a kind of heavy and terrible weight. The entire shell of the old water purifier was forcibly dismantled by Rog Dorn and reinforced on it. The gap was filled and the fragile structure was corrected.

It is now a very qualified door.

Khalil walked in and took out a chair. Like the door, it was also changed, from a tattered wooden chair picked up from the garbage dump to a huge armchair.

The twisted metal and wood were combined to form its four legs.

Their lengths are exactly the same, without any difference. The sunken metal concave surface became the seat, the backrest was solid and sturdy, and several gears removed from the inside of the water purifier shone on the side of the long metal armrest.

"Dorn's craftsmanship." Ferrus said in a low voice. "He is still as skilled as ever."

"I don't know how his previous works were, but judging from these two precious handicrafts, he is obviously a skilled craftsman-and if you don't mind, I would like to sit down and talk with you."

Khalil smiled slightly, dragged the chair and placed it on the ground, but did not sit down immediately.

"I don't mind." Ferrus Manus said calmly. "People deserve to rest after work."

Khalil raised his eyebrows in surprise, sat down and asked: "You call what I'm doing work?"

"At least, from your attitude, it is indeed no different from a job. And from my personal point of view, clearing out these scums who oppress others is indeed just a job."

Finally-Ferus Manus showed some emotional fluctuations. A trace of disgust appeared on his cold face, and his brows were furrowed.

"I can't stand it at all." He said coldly. "Most people here deserve to die."

"Yes." Khalil replied, leaning back in his chair. "That's right."

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After a brief emotional reaction, Ferus Manus returned to his usual silence. Half a minute later, he spoke again.

"Conrad Coates's class today was very successful."

Khalil laughed. "Is that all you want to tell me?"

"No, there is another thing - there are not only the Guards and Auxiliary Forces on the Emperor's Dream, we also brought a small number of warriors from our respective legions."

Ferrus slowly cast a serious gaze at him.

"Therefore, Khalil Lohars, my Legion, the Iron Hands, will come down from orbit to help you establish a new order if you need it."

"I am already doing this, Ferrus Manus."

"But it's not very efficient."

Khalil sighed. He knew what the giant meant.

Provide help and assistance, and reshape a new order with a military force far beyond that of any noble private army in Nostramo.

It's good to do this, and the efficiency will be hundreds of times faster than now, but this is not what he wants, nor is it what Midnight Ghost or Konrad Curze want.

"Efficiency sometimes does not mean everything - I also hate inefficiency, but some things must be done slowly, Ferrus Manus"

"The Eighth Legion will arrive soon." Ferus said expressionlessly. "So unless you can completely change the planet in two weeks, this new order will come sooner or later."

He paused for a moment and shook his head.

"I heard Conrad Coates tell you about you trying to light a 'fire'. You wanted to wake up the people here from the long darkness. It was noble, but I don't think you could succeed."

"Yeah?"

"Yes," said Ferrus Manus.

The giant frowned again - but this time, it looked a little different.

"These people are numb. Before you came, I went to see the shantytowns. The living conditions of those workers are not even comparable to those of some wild animals. But they just endured and never resisted."

"Then I knew that they had probably completely forgotten what it meant to resist. And even their children had done the same."

"No one thinks it's wrong to join a gang and murder cannibals. Even their parents teach them to take part in gang trials. The world is completely sick, Khalil Lohars. So I admire your desire to save it." , but I definitely don’t agree with it.”

"You're right," Khalil said calmly.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Ferus's face.

"What?" Khalil smiled and shook his head. "Do you think I will contradict you?"

".Yes."

"I will not refute a thing that is right - you are right, Ferrus Manus. Nostramo is indeed not worthy of being saved. But I will never argue with whether it is worth it or not. To measure something.”

Khalil raised his head and let the cold wind blow by. They no longer kept him cold, but he squinted his eyes as usual.

"Whether it is worth it or not is a cold calculation and consideration, Ferrus Manus."

"It is a naturally evolved instinct of human beings. Apart from the unconditional dedication of parents, this kind of thing exists even between brothers and lovers. So I never use it to think about it, I exclude it."

"Yes, Nostramo does not deserve to be saved, it deserves to be burned. Everyone should be executed and new humans sent to settle it."

"but."

Khalil laughed.

"Is it all worth it?" he asked with a smile.

Ferrus Manus found that, for the first time, he had nothing to say.

Silently, he turned around.

"Well, good luck to you," he said. "I admire your determination."

That is not my resolve, Ferrus Manus.

Khalil closed his eyes.

That's not my resolution.

Isn’t it true that some people don’t eat sweet rice dumplings?

I will not eat.

Oh, I don’t eat meat dumplings either. (happy)