40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 626 9. The Past of Sovet (I, Accountability)

"That's not psychic power." Khalil spoke slowly.

The lion said nothing, but nodded.

Of course he knew it wasn't psychic power. If it was, he would have felt it.

As for what it was and why it could cause Hayd to fall into a deep coma, he actually had the answer.

The Inquisition has never been afraid to use some dangerous things, such as demonic weapons, heretical knowledge, alien weapons, or ancient things from human history that have been sealed.

What appeared on Hayd should be one of these things, a special hypnotic method from the past. The initiator deeply rooted it in the mind of this retired soldier through some kind of suggestion.

Once he said the truth about the Battle of Sovet, this mechanism would be activated and let him kill himself to eliminate future troubles. The same is true for the voice, but it is just a part of hypnosis.

The human vocal cords are very flexible. Haid's voice is not in the bass range, and he has not been injured. It is not surprising that he speaks in a female voice under the influence of hypnosis.

The lion has thought these things through, but he is still angry. The reason why he can still stand calmly in front of this thick bulletproof glass and stare at Haid who is being examined and treated inside is just because Khalil is standing next to him.

Otherwise, he will set off immediately. He will find him before the court finds him-

"--Lord Leon, you are looking for me?" A voice asked from more than ten meters away.

The lion answered without turning his head: "Yes, Shefa, come here."

Judge Shefa did as he was told, with steady steps.

"Look inside, look at the person who is in a coma, and then tell me what you see."

Shefa nodded, and the pair of ice-blue eyes under the military cap looked at the bulletproof glass intently.

A dark angel pharmacist was working inside, but this did not damage his observation ability. Soon, he came to a conclusion.

"I speculate that this person is a retired soldier, for the following reasons"

The lion raised his right hand and waved it. A heavy sound of breaking through the air flashed by, and Shefa swallowed back the words he had not finished. He looked up and saw a pair of cold dark green eyes with sharp pupils, like the vertical pupils of a predator.

"Besides that?" The lion asked coldly.

Shefa was silent for a moment and replied: "I don't know, but since you specifically called me here, I guess this person is related to the Tribunal?"

"Related." The lion said.

Shefa tensed his body.

"His name is Haid, from the 23rd Company of the 77th Regiment of the Doomsday Guard, with a rank of corporal, and was one of the survivors of the Battle of Sovet. He should have been full of honors like others and become one of the heroes, but unfortunately this is not the case."

"What is the fact?" Shefa asked seriously.

"The fact is, he was deprived of his honor."

"Who did it?"

The lion's cold and almost cruel expression slowly changed, and an expression that even Shefa didn't know how to describe was born.

"What do you think?"

The Inquisitor's throat rolled up and down for a few seconds. Somehow, in the face of the anger of a Primarch, he remained strangely calm, and did not answer the lion's question immediately, but instead looked at Khalil who was holding his hands.

The latter just shook his head in the face of his inquiring gaze, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with him. Shefa pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and spoke again.

"At some point, in order to accomplish something, we must pay a price."

"And you let him be one of the prices?"

"Yes." Shefa said firmly. "When necessary, anyone can become one of the costs, even us."

"If there is a chance for me to kill a big demon on the list once and for all, I will do it with my own blood. I believe my colleagues are the same. Every inquisitor has sworn an oath. And as far as I know, no one has betrayed it."

The lion continued to sneer: "I thought you would have a bottom line, just like him."

He raised his hand and pointed at Khalil.

"We do." Xiefa argued. "But Lord Bottom Line, if you compare the life of one person with the lives of another 10 million people, and put them on both ends of the scale, what will you choose? What can you choose?"

"Please don't answer me to break the scale or kill the mastermind. I believe you can do it and make things the best of both worlds, but we can't."

"Every man and woman working in the Tribunal is just a mortal in the final analysis. Among us are descendants of nobles, children of poor people, and descendants of soldiers. We come from all over the galaxy, just like other people, there is no difference."

"We will die if we are hit by bullets, and we will bleed if we are pierced by knives. Therefore, most of the time, we can only do this single choice question."

The lion was silent. In one second, he seemed to think about many things.

His intuition told him that Shefa was not lying. This was indeed a helpless question-so he dispelled his anger, regained his calmness, and said: "Then, I have something to ask you."

Shefa looked at Khalil again, and a badge quietly slipped off the cuff of his right hand. Khalil nodded to him, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The darkness waited for a few seconds, invaded, and took Shefa to a room he had never been to before. There were only three chairs and a round table. There were no windows, and the ground was as gray as iron, but there was no light.

Shefa wanted to speak, but a chill in his throat interrupted him, but he still thought. For some reason, he always felt that the snap was probably just for himself, just a notification.

He took a deep breath, sat up straight, looked at both ends of the round table, and saw Leon El'Jonson and Caryl Rohals without any surprise.

The badge in his sleeve had disappeared, and was being pinched between the index and middle fingers of his left hand by the latter, shining, and the eye sockets of the skull were very deep.

This time, the person asking the question changed quietly.

Caryl Rohals, who originally existed only in books, nodded to him and whispered softly.

"First question, Shefa, do you know about the Battle of Sowet?"

"I have heard about it." Shefa said, sitting upright. "But I have no right to access the information. I only know that this incident caused a great deal of trouble back then."

"You have no right to access it?"

"Yes, sir - please forgive me, and please allow me to call you that. I am a rather rigid person."

"I allow it."

Shefa suppressed his excitement and took another deep breath: "Thank you, in short, I really have no right to access it. Although there is no hierarchy in the Tribunal, we only have to be responsible to the Seal Holder, you and Sir Luther."

"After you and Sir Luther disappeared one after another, we only reported to the Seal Holder. Any detailed report on our mission will only appear in his office or database, and even the investigators of the case must ask him if they want to read it again."

Khalil nodded: "So, what did you hear about this matter?"

"I once heard from my mentor that four judges died in the Sovet operation."

Shefa answered slowly, frowned for the first time, and a trace of contemplation gradually appeared on his statue-like face.

"I don't know their names, but there were five inquisitors present before and after the operation, and only the last one survived."

"Who is she?" The lion suddenly asked.

"I don't know."

The lion narrowed his eyes: "Think it over before answering, Shefa. The Battle of Sovet caused me to lose two companies, and eight regiments of the Doomsday Guard stayed there forever. That's eight standard regiments, a total of 24,000 people. You must know the weight of your answer."

"I don't know." Without any hesitation, Inquisitor Shefa repeated so, his voice still very firm. "No matter how many times you ask, my answer is always that I don't know, because her name has been kept confidential and I have no right to know."

"But I can tell you another thing. Such a high level of confidentiality is rare in the Inquisition. Generally speaking, only those tasks that may lead to the fall of an entire star zone will be like this."

"You mean, the truth behind Corporal Ha Yide and the Battle of Sovet is likely to lead to the death of innocent people in an entire star zone?"

"Very likely." Shefa said seriously.

Under the table, the lion clasped his hands tightly.

With reason, he knew that Shefa's words could not be false or concealed, and he also knew that the seemingly alarmist conclusion did not contain any exaggeration or fabrication.

How small could it be that it was related to the Inquisition and four Inquisitors died?

Shefa was right. They were mortals, that was true, but their selection method was even stricter than that of the Astartes - otherwise, how could a group of mortals face those horrors that were far beyond imagination?

However, with emotion

The lion's fingers slowly clenched.

He would not lie. If someone asked, he would directly admit that the reason why he was so concerned about this matter, in addition to not wanting to see the warriors deprived of their honor, was also because of something that happened ten thousand years ago.

The chain reaction of that incident directly led to the civil strife in Caliban. In this long hundred centuries, the lion thought more than once what would have happened if he had been more patient.

If Luther had not had his arm cut off by him and expelled from the Knights, would those damn political turmoil and the inner circle organizations that were linked one after another have not caused such a great disaster?

If he had not been blinded by anger at the time, would he understand why Luther took the blame on himself?

He pondered, so many old things came to his mind, but not even a second passed in the material world. For the first time, he hated his superhuman physique. He wanted to end this memory, but he couldn't do it. He needed someone to help.

Caryl Rohals reached out his hand again.

"Leon."

The lion restrained himself and raised his head slowly.

"Do you have anyone who survived the Battle of Sovet?"

"No." The knight of Caliban answered hoarsely. "Harel and his brothers kept their promise and left their lives on Sovet, together with the Doomguard."

Khalil nodded in understanding and turned to the Inquisitor.

He placed the badge back on the round table and gave it a light push. It slid up and two silver chains floated out from behind the skull, crossed abruptly, and wrapped around Shefa's neck, spontaneously turning into a small pendant.

Amid the inquisitor's surprise, Khalil showed a sincere smile: "Thank you for your help, Shefa, go do your thing. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Shefa tightened his cheeks speechlessly, stood up and left, the door opened and closed, and Khalil continued: "Leon, maybe you have heard Conrad or Corax mention it, I have a special ability. ”

"What kind?"

"The kind that's particularly beneficial to our current situation," Khalil said. "To put it bluntly, I can find some innocent souls and let them reveal the truth themselves. However, this ability must meet one of two requirements before it can be used."

The lion stared at him closely, and Khalil continued his story unhurriedly, with a calm expression.

"First, there really is such an innocent soul in the subspace. Second, we first see the perpetrator or murderer, and their hands are stained with sin and blood, so the innocent soul will be haunted forever until the day they die. day, bringing them the final judgment."

"And you can't find it?" the lion continued to ask. "That war—"

He stood up.

"—so many people—"

His eyes almost sparkled.

"—and you can't find any?"

"Yes," Khalil said calmly. "Human souls never belong to themselves, have you forgotten, Leon?"

He also stood up and looked directly into the lion's eyes without any wavering.

"Twenty years is how long in terms of subspace? Do you have an answer? You don't, and I won't. It may be a moment, it may be forever, but whether it is a moment or forever, their souls will be in their bodies. The moment of death causes a scramble.”

"There is a war going on in the subspace. It has been going on for many years and will continue to be fought in the future. The essence of that war is just that countless demons and other things under the command of six gods are competing for the souls of this galaxy. , that’s the truth, Leon, whether it’s your father or me, we’re both one of them.”

The lion was silent, breathing, breathing. He quickly digested the terrifying truth revealed by Khalil, his expression remained tense, and he placed his hands on the table.

After a moment, he said hoarsely: "Then I can go to my father for help."

Khalil smiled.

"Try, just try. There are many souls sleeping under His throne, but if there were the ones we need among them, there would be golden light shining in this room."

The lion roared: "I don't agree-"

Khalil sighed gently.

"——Please calm down, Leon. This is the Hazy Star Field, and the light of the Star Torch is still shining here, so your father can see us. He has been watching, but he can't speak, but he will provide any As long as he can help in the form of help.”

The lion lowered his head with trembling hands, and Khalil stepped away from the round table, walked past him, and left a word.

"No matter how much you try to make amends, the destined outcome will not change, so you might as well focus on the future, Leon. Moreover, although we have no souls to use, Hayid is still alive, come with me."

"what are you up to?"

"Enter his memory," Khalil said, turning to him and winking. "It's not hard, trust me."

The lion immediately followed him.