40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 61 61. Great Purge (7)

"Sit down Lord Konrad Curze."

"You don't have to call me sir."

Kurtz frowned and answered. He was very anxious, but still maintained his demeanor. The wrist of his right hand was clasped inward, and a persistent coldness slowly escaped from his skin.

"This is etiquette." Akudona, who was wearing purple and gold armor, answered.

He held the control column of the Storm Eagle with his hand. What appeared outside the driving window was a completely dark planet with only a few glimmers of light blooming on it.

Conrad Coates did not answer Akudona's words. He bent down and sat in the first passenger seat behind the cockpit, with the double-buckled seat belt remaining securely around his waist.

He was silent and didn't even want to say anything more.

A kind of worry struck his heart, forcing him to silence, forcing him to throw away all emotions, leaving only this one.

While breathing slowly, even his thoughts were frozen.

Konrad Curze couldn't help but hold his sharp blade tighter.

".Lord Conrad Curze."

Akudona spoke again after a period of silence. His voice was soft, but it never sounded weak.

Curze raised his head and looked over. Looking from his angle, he could just see all the details. This was actually something he did deliberately. He wanted to use this way of diverting attention to force himself to leave that worry.

He noticed that Akudona wore an ancient warrior braid, with intricately braided braids on the sides and long hair flowing down behind.

Then what?

Conrad Coates pursed his lips, realizing that he had failed.

"What's the matter, Akudona?" he asked.

"It's nothing, sir, I just think you seem to have something on your mind."

Curze almost smiled. "Is it that obvious?"

"no no"

The Stormhawk swooped down and entered Nostramo's orbit. The bumps and attraction came together in an instant, and Coz was very sure that if he didn't wear a seat belt, he would never be able to sit safely in the seat.

"What don't you mean?" Conrad Coates asked.

"It's obvious that I don't dare to say it directly, sir." Akudona replied with a chuckle.

His little joke made the pale giant laugh too. For some reason, Curze was not offended by his joke, but found it very kind.

It's just a joke, what else?

The worry was still there, but it loosened its grip on his heart just a little. Konrad Coze sighed and admitted Acudona's guess.

"Yes, I do have concerns, Akudona of the Emperor's Children."

"If you think it's okay, then maybe I can listen to your thoughts on Fulgrim's behalf."

"Fulgrim knew it early on."

"Then I won't listen." Akudona said lightly. "But if you don't mind me talking too much, I still have something to say."

"But it doesn't matter." Coze smiled.

Akudona's tone seemed to put himself very low. He didn't like someone really communicating with him like this, but he realized that this was just an attitude disguised by Akudona to make him Emotionally active.

Whether it is Midnight Ghost or Conrad Curze, they will not trample other people's good intentions like garbage.

They cherish.

So he smiled and continued, "As long as you don't find it too much trouble to give me a ride."

"oh!"

Akudona shouted exaggeratedly while skillfully maneuvering the storm eagle to pierce the dark clouds. "I don't have many opportunities to drive this baby on weekdays, sir! Instead, I want to thank you!"

This time, Konrad Coates actually laughed. The worry was still there, but it no longer left him breathless.

"Well, my lord, I want to remind you of something."

Acudona pressed a button on the Storm Eagle's joystick and turned around. There was no scar on his face at all, and he hardly looked like a warrior, but his seriousness at the moment was extremely serious.

"Speak, Akudona." Coze spoke softly.

"The Custodes accept only the orders of our Lord, the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor."

Akudona said seriously. "So they will never go out without aim. I have seen them go out together. Frankly speaking, sir, no one wants to be their enemy."

"Even you?"

Akudona still had a sullen face, but there was a little smile in his eyes: "This joke is dangerous, but it is funny enough, my lord."

Curze smiled and shook his head.

"Anyway, please be careful when you get down there. The Imperial Guards will not look at anyone else's face when executing orders."

"And if what they do is not what you want, I hope you can come back and contact me. At that time, I will take you back to discuss countermeasures. My original body will never let anything happen."

"You want to stay on Nostramo?"

"Yes, sir." Akudona sat back in his seat, held the joystick, and chuckled. "How else are you going to get back?"

——

Constantine Valdo could almost hear himself screaming - his hearing was gone, but he could catch it in the vibrations in his throat.

Am I screaming?

He frowned: Why?

Constantine didn't find the reason, and something didn't allow him to continue thinking.

The pain spread upwards, and his limbs and bones screamed and protested amidst the severe pain. An illusion crept into his brain, cold and cruel, but the Admiral did not care about it at all.

I'm dissolving. He perceived this with indifference.

But it doesn't matter.

He just held on to the light within the light, and the Lord's command was still echoing in his ears.

The excessively hot temperature almost completely destroyed his hands. The armor melted, the muscles burned, and they wrapped around the bones and turned into some kind of twisted shape, but he still didn't let go.

In the surrounding darkness, the Imperial Guards looked at this scene solemnly, and a silent respect began to spread.

As for the giant who was stabbed.

"Go on," Khalil whispered. "Go on, Constantine Waldo."

He stretched out his hand, placed it on the light blade, and exerted more force so that the spear could continue to penetrate deep into his flesh. The Custodian Marshal was not strong enough to do this, not strong enough to bring the spear blade to his heart.

His face was complicated, showing pain, realization, apology, and self-blame. But more than anything, it was an anger, a long-lasting anger that came from nowhere.

The dim blood color had disappeared from his eyes, but the anger remained for a long time. Constantine stared into these dark eyes and used his own will to push the light in his hand.

The spear made a violent buzzing sound and penetrated deeper into the flesh, almost reaching the heart.

However, there was no blood flowing out from where Khalil was stabbed, only golden lightning bouncing around the edge of the wound.

Khalil Lohars let out a sigh.

He took a few steps back, staggered and half-knelt on the ground. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and fell into silence.

——When Konrad Coates fell from the sky, this was what he saw.

——

lightning.

No, not lightning - what is it? Is it a flame? Or something close to it?

Khalil clasped his hands and opened his eyes, the pain fleeting.

he's not here.

There were chuckles and vicious whispers in the darkness.

He can't help you, betrayer, no one can help you this time. Do you think you can escape?

Do you think you can do whatever you want if we can't find you?

You are so stupid, betrayer. That knife is the stupidest gift you have ever given in your life. Do you think you can save him in this way?

Khalil paid no attention to their words, he ignored them and just breathed calmly - again and again, until the long-lasting anger briefly subsided.

Then he began to remember.

Every detail of tonight, every person killed

The way they died, their expressions, location, and even the strength with which he waved his hands.

He remembered everything.

Then he looked around.

The darkness was unmistakable, and twisted shadows snarled in it, staring maliciously at him through the curtains.

Khalil stared at them calmly, his eyes lit up with a cold blue light again. The howl from ancient times sounded again, strong anger boiling in it, and a deep laughter sounded in his ears.

"Why are you laughing?" Khalil asked calmly. "You cruel false god, what are you laughing at?"

"Boom——!"

In the darkness, there was a flash of scarlet lightning. Anger boils and rage is overwhelming. Khalil stared into the darkness ahead, a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him through the thick curtains.

Accept it. The owner of those eyes said dullly. You have seen yourself clearly.

"Yes, I already know what I am, but what does this have to do with you? A monster hiding in the dark, not even daring to show his face."

Khalil sneered. "You have been driven back into the darkness countless times by him, a clown who can't even leave his name behind."

The thing behind the curtain suddenly roared, and the sound echoed, creating a storm of destruction in a place where reason did not exist. Its roar was so terrifying, but the smile on Khalil's face grew colder.

"Yeah, that's it. I can only roar and beat in the dark," he said softly. "This curtain has closed you in, preventing you from moving forward. What a ridiculous god."

He laughed loudly, and the thing inside the curtain stared at him furiously, but there was nothing he could do.

"but--"

Khalil stopped smiling, and all other emotions disappeared on his face, leaving only a kind of primitive rage and hatred.

The terrifying howl sounded again, passing through the curtain and reaching the ears of the monsters.

The hatred of the dead is in vain, the anger of the dead is in vain. The long-lasting hatred.

At this moment, they begin to boil slowly.

Khalil spoke in a low voice, like a declaration.

"--remember."

He stared at the things behind the curtain, stared at them, and spoke word by word. "I won't let it go."

"Your blood debt must be paid for by yourself."