40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 62 62. Great Purge (End)

If you ask, Ferrus Manus will tell you bluntly - for him, thinking is now a painful and torturous punishment.

Especially when Rogal Dorn and Fulgrim kept talking.

"They locked you out?!"

The Chemos people's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces. "How could they do this?!"

"Considering that they never do anything superfluous, I assume this is Father's order." Rogal Dorn replied expressionlessly.

"The most my father can do is not explain some things. When did he lock us all out without even seeing each other?!"

Fulgrim turned his head sharply. "Ferrus!"

".Um."

"Break open the damn door! If it's really my father who doesn't want to see us, he should say it himself instead of letting his personal guards do it for him!"

".Perhaps we should wait."

Ferrus Manus looked away so that he would not have to meet Fulgrim's eyes or see his expression at this moment.

Iron Hand spoke sincerely with a calm attitude that was very different from before: "As Rogge said, the Imperial Guards only obey their father's orders, so... we'd better wait."

"Conrad has gone down!"

Fulgrim frowned with hidden anger. "We don't know what the Imperial Guards are doing right now, and they don't tell us, and my father doesn't tell us to wait? Do we really have to wait until things turn to the worst before we make a decision?"

"Father will not let what you imagine happen, Fulgrim." Rogal Dorn shook his head calmly.

"But."

"Wait," Rogal Dorn whispered. "Be patient and keep waiting."

"No need."

The door to the study room was opened, and a giant in golden armor walked out slowly. He was walking very slowly with his hands behind his back, and the laurel wreath fit lightly against his skin, as if it were a natural fit.

"Father!" Fulgrim almost shouted. "what is going on?!"

The emperor glanced at him and was not in a hurry to speak. Just letting his other two sons have their say.

"Father."

Rogal Dorn didn't speak, he just bowed his head in greeting and expressed his respect-other than that, he said nothing. Fulgrim gave him an annoyed look, as if he didn't understand why Dorne was so compliant.

As for Ferrus.

Iron Hand sighed slightly.

"Father, Conrad."

"I know." The Emperor nodded calmly. "Let him be, it's no big deal."

"But why did you let your guards go down?"

Fulgrim asked anxiously. "Is it to assist Khalil Lohars in cleaning up the hive? But he clearly refused our offer of help."

"No."

The Emperor shook his head calmly.

He was taller than his sons, and he looked down at them all - but at this moment, Rogal Dorn clearly saw an extremely strong sadness in the eyes of their omnipotent father.

"Not to help him clean up the hive but to help him."

He paused, then repeated. "He needs help, otherwise I would never interfere."

"But you have already interfered." Ferus frowned. "How will it end? Also, your personal guards said that you were fighting in the study just now."

"I do."

The Emperor nodded slightly. "But this is not a war that you can see, nor should it be seen by you."

"Aren't you going to explain it to us?" Fulgrim asked. "We've been standing outside your study for so long."

"I've explained enough."

The emperor closed his eyes, and in an instant, a slight fatigue flashed past. Dorn frowned and his expression became serious, but still did not speak.

"But--"

"——Fulgrim."

The emperor looked at his beloved son, and for the first time there was a slight fluctuation in his expression, but the meaning was extremely complicated, even so complicated that it was completely incomprehensible.

"Father?" The Chemos man raised his head blankly.

"Don't ask about it. Don't investigate it, don't collect bits and pieces, don't try to piece together the truth. You're not supposed to know it, no one is supposed to know it."

He paused again for a moment, and Rogal Dorn saw him panting, but the other two just regarded this as a deliberate pause to deepen the majesty of the sentence.

Dawn pursed her lips.

"Forget it," the Emperor said in a commanding tone. "Understand?"

Ferus nodded after a moment of silence, he didn't know why, but he would comply. The same was true for Fulgrim, but he seemed somewhat unwilling to do so.

As for Rogal Dorn

He was just silent and didn't say a word. While his brothers were immersed in their father's words, he was the only one whose eyes crossed with their father's.

Staring into those eyes, hesitation seemed to flash across Donne's face.

And the emperor.

He just shook his head gently.

Needless to say, Roger. You already know the need for silence

He turned around and entered the study again, and the door closed heavily.

——

Khalil woke up with a jolt. He felt a rising gravity pulling on the wound, causing pain and forcing him to open his eyes.

--Where am I?

Less than a second after this question was born, a familiar, pale face appeared in front of him.

"Ah, Ghost. Good evening."

Khalil smiled and nodded, having already obtained the answer. he hissed in greeting.

"Good evening."

Midnight Ghost nodded dryly. He tried hard to keep his face expressionless, but Khalil could see the emotions he had hidden from the details.

He's always been like this, he's always been able to.

"I'm fine," he said softly. "It's just a small injury—where's the spear?"

".Give it back to the Imperial Guards." Ghost replied in a low voice. "They've already left."

"That's it"

Khalil turned his head and glanced inside the cabin.

Metal panels, seats, seat belts, and clouds passing by at high speed outside the porthole window. This familiar yet unfamiliar sight made him almost in a trance for a moment, but in the next second, Khalil suppressed it.

"I saw you in the illusion." Ghost turned his head and said in his softest voice.

"Yeah?"

What else could Khalil say? He wasn't surprised.

"You" Ghost took a deep breath. "You're out of control, aren't you?"

"Yes." Khalil admitted.

"How could this happen?" Ghost asked.

"Because... I was negligent. I have the arrogance of having to carry everything on my shoulders."

Khalil said thoughtfully, then actually laughed. "And I didn't realize I was so arrogant and funny."

"arrogant?"

"Yes, arrogance, or in other words, a sense of responsibility that 'I have to do it'. There must be something wrong with my psychology, Ghost, this is very bad."

"Problem? What problem?" Ghost asked. He turned his head back at some point and was staring into Khalil's eyes without blinking.

"Why, you ask this, do you want to help me solve it?" Khalil winked at him and laughed softly.

".Yes." Ghost replied dully. "I want to help you."

Khalil couldn't help but sigh - he could already see the ghost's growth from his reaction.

In just a few days, there was such progress. But he still showed such vulnerability when it came to issues related to him.

This is not good, ghost. Khalil narrowed his eyes.

"You can't help me," he replied calmly.

Ghost pursed his lips, but did not rush to refute, but waited for Khalil's next words. He knew that Khalil would definitely explain.

Sure enough, after a moment, Khalil spoke softly.

"Everyone has a hole in their heart, a ghost."

"Some people choose to fill it with the ashes of the deceased, some choose to fill it with alcohol or indulgence. And most people just ignore its existence. As for me, I haven't found a way yet. Even I don't know the solution. You How can you help me?"

"But you should at least say it, right?"

"Words can't describe it."

Khalil shook his head. "In fact, most people don't even notice that there is a hole in their hearts. Like you, ghost, do you notice it?"

Midnight Ghost answered Khalil with his unique expression. The latter laughed dumbly, turned over, and stood up from the ground.

The ghost became nervous unconsciously, following his movements with his eyes, wondering what he was going to do.

However, Khalil just came to the back of the cockpit and said hello politely.

"this."

"Akudona, Lord Khalil Lohars, I am from the Legion of the Emperor's Children."

"Ah, is that Fulgrim's legion? Also, please be sure not to add the word "sir" to my name. Just call me by my first name, Mr. Acudona."

"Did I misunderstand High Gothic? Why does the word sir in your mouth sound so alienating?"

Khalil chuckled softly. He patted the back of the driver's seat and whispered, "Thank you for giving Conrad a ride."

"It's just a trivial matter, sir."

"Why are you calling me sir again?"

"This is etiquette." Akudona said softly but firmly.

".Okay, but I won't call you sir, Akudona. You are an interesting person."

"Thank you, Master Khalil."

With a chuckle, Khalil turned around and picked a seat to sit on. He buckled his seat belt slowly and raised his chin to the ghost who was still standing.

"."

Conrad Coates gave a rare sigh, turned around, sat down, and quickly buckled his seat belt.

It will be released at 12 noon on July 1. Since there are too many chapters, I am too lazy to divide them, so I will just write a big chapter. There are six chapters in total, and each chapter is five in one. (Yes, my chapter is 3k.)

(The premise is that I can finish writing the remaining ten thousand tomorrow. Anyway, I will try my best.)