40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 56 56. Great Purge (2)

"Nutritional porridge is also one of the rations, and it usually comes in twelve flavors. But I think they will definitely launch more flavored products in the future. It is designed to be easy to eat, because the battlefield environment is very harsh, so most soldiers will choose it. eat it"

Fulgrim stopped talking and glanced down at Konrad Curze. The latter was lowering his head in an obviously absent-minded manner at the moment. Although he still held the pen in his right hand, the line of words on the note had not been touched for a long time.

The Chemos sighed.

"Conrad."

".Ah?!" The pale giant suddenly raised his head. "What's wrong?!"

"Are you listening to my lecture?"

".I'm sorry, Fulgrim."

"It's okay." Fulgrim smiled softly. "But I have to remind you one thing, Khalil doesn't need you to worry."

".I'm not worried about him."

"Really?"

"real."

"Look into my eyes and talk."

Konrad Curze reluctantly raised his head, looked at Fulgrim for less than a second, and then immediately looked away.

The Chemos man smiled silently and nodded: "So you are indeed worried about him."

".Well, a little bit."

"He doesn't need you to worry about, Conrad. You might as well worry about your course progress first. I have prepared some tests for you. What will Khalil think if you fail?"

"but--"

Cozz raised his head. Although his expression was calm, there was an obvious complexity in his dark eyes: "——I want to know what he is doing now."

He's busy killing people right now, Conrad.

Fulgrim sighed secretly and did not say these words. There was something hidden behind those words, so he wouldn't tell Conrad Coates. After all, the one-and-a-half-year-old Primarch is also a Primarch.

Then again, Conrad was indeed very perceptive in places.

"Rather than this, I think you should think about your legion more." Fulgrim said tactfully. "How should you face the Eighth Legion when they arrive?"

"."

"They must have come by boat, there's no doubt about that, right?"

Coz nodded silently.

"Then they will want you to review them - that's normal, so you need to watch a military parade and after that you need a speech to express your wishes."

"speech?"

"Yes, speech." Fulgrim nodded. "But there's no need to worry about it. You'll forget it after we meet each other anyway."

He smiled complicatedly: "Just act on the spot, Conrad. In short, whether you accept it or reject it, these are your own ideas, and they will respect it."

"So, Conrad, you don't need to worry about Khalil now, he is doing his job. You should think about it carefully. How do you want to face your job."

".Can I not give a speech?"

"If you intend to break their hearts," Fulgrim replied with a snicker.

".So, parade, speech, and what else, Fulgrim?"

"There are still many things, such as a series of follow-up matters."

Conrad Coates grabbed the pen and began to write seriously.

"Well, for example, as a planet rich in fine gold, how should Nostramo develop trade routes? Mutual trade is not prohibited within the empire. This is good for the economy, but you have to pay taxes. "

"There are also things like mining, environmental modification, military recruitment, etc. Well, you may also appoint a planetary governor."

"It sounds like there are a lot of things going on. Planetary Governor? Can't I be the one myself?"

"Have you forgotten our most important job? The Planetary Governor needs to be on Nostramo all the time, and you can't."

".The Great Crusade?"

Fulgrim smiled and nodded: "Yes, the Great Crusade."

His voice was soft, but there was a sense of longing in it. Konrad Curze stared at him intently, wondering what the Chemos would say next.

But Fulgrim said nothing, he just smiled. It seems that this one word is enough to describe all the beautiful visions and bright future.

Unconsciously, Conrad Coates was attracted to this word.

He asked in a low voice: "Fulgrim. So, what is the Great Crusade?"

"I remember saying that once, Konrad," Fulgrim replied gently.

"But I want to hear your own opinion," Conrad Coates said. "What do you think it is?"

".It is conquest." After a short silence, Fulgrim replied in a low voice.

"The galaxy is not friendly to humans, Conrad. You have not left Nostramo, but when you truly join us and embark on the road of conquest, you will understand how much is hidden in this starry sky. Terrible monster."

"Humanity has been dispersed for a long time. We are not united, nor do we intend to be united. Planet-based warlords can be seen everywhere, and they treat their compatriots as casually as they treat some kind of renewable resource."

"They have no idea what unity means and what it means to be human. So we need to make them understand."

He raised his head, looked at his brother, and uttered those two cold words again, but his breath was as hot as a flame.

"Conquer." Fulgrim narrowed his violet eyes. "There is no other way."

"Whether we accept them peacefully or force them to submit by force, we must do this-this is what Father designed everything for. We are human beings, Conrad, but we are also deadly weapons."

"We are born to conquer, and conquest can bring long-term peace and progress. The warlords who are forced to join us will not understand, but their people, their sons and daughters will."

"Only the Empire can save everyone in the galaxy. Only our father can do this."

"Even if innocent people die for this?"

Fulgrim laughed again—both at his brother's acumen and at the meaning behind the words. His smile is so complex, so beautiful.

So heartbreaking.

"Yes." He closed his eyes and nodded calmly. "Even if innocent people die for this, sacrifice is necessary, Conrad."

No one answered his words. After a while, an angry voice said: "But we will at least remember them, right?"

"We will remember everyone, Konrad," Fulgrim said solemnly.

——

Twenty-eight.

Take a deep breath.

Khalil stood up straight.

His hands were covered in blood, and the flesh and blood had completely turned the skin of his hands into scarlet, and among the corpses scattered all over the place, the scene looked surprisingly harmonious.

Gang twenty-eight. He recited these words silently, and at the same time began to force himself to calm down his emotions. He must carry out the killing without any emotion.

He had to do this.

However, this time it seems a bit difficult.

Khalil turned his head, picked up a gun from the ground, and then entered the basement here through a side door behind the hall.

The sconces on the walls were very dim and only illuminated a small patch of darkness. Kneeling, Khalil entered. In the deeper darkness, there were shivering sobs and the sound of iron chains clashing.

".Good evening." Khalil said in a low voice.

As expected, there was no response to his greetings, only a few rapid breathing sounds that became increasingly obvious.

Khalil took a deep, deep breath and let it out.

He knew what was in the dark, he had known it all along. When he saw the kids with guns, he had some suspicions. And a subsequent memory he absorbed also proved his guess.

Continuing forward, he saw nothing beyond his expectations.

In the darkness, there were dozens of children with their feet bound by chains.

The gang he had just eliminated believed that recruiting from civilians was too inefficient, so they came up with a more advanced method.

they took the children away

Then they brainwash.

Replace their common sense with violence and hallucinogens, recast everything with violence, give them a gun, and let them go out and kill people.

Firearms, what a great invention. It can be used even on children who are so malnourished that they are dizzy and cannot see anything ten meters away. All they have to do is pull the trigger to take away their lives.

He had just killed many such gang members, and each one of them was more crazy than an adult. They were small and unskilled in conversation, but they fired at him with an unprecedented hatred.

Hallucinogens destroyed them completely—no, maybe more than that.

Khalil closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

There was a slight crawling sound in the darkness, and a dirty shadow put his hands on his boots, opened his dry lips, and said a word in Nostramo.

"Medicine." She said with difficulty. Khalil opened his eyes, and he could see through the darkness, so he could see the pure desire in those eyes.

He could see through the darkness, but he couldn't see what was behind the longing.

His left hand that wasn't holding the gun began to tremble - it always did, every time. This planet would always stab him through the heart with a blade extending from his back at the moment he thought he was used to it.

"Medicine?" She continued to yearn for it.

In the darkness, there were more crawling sounds, the chains were shaking, and with them, there was more desire.

"medicine?"

"medicine?"

"medicine."

Take a deep breath.

Khalil lowered his head and raised his right hand.

"I don't have any medicine."

he said lowly.

"sorry."

Gunfire rang out.

Five minutes later, he walked out of the dilapidated building, with flames burning behind him. Heavy rain fell from the sky, but it did not reduce the fire at all.

Khalil turned his head and took one last look at the flame lit by his own hands. The blazing fire was reflected in his dark eyes, and they also dyed his pale face red.

combustion.

Keep burning.

He turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Sneak attack!