40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 64 64. Terra’s last ocean

Nine days.

Khalil sighed softly and fell silent in a certain room on the Emperor's Dream.

This room belonged to him temporarily, and from some details, he could detect the attitude of the owner of this ship towards this room.

In other words, this room will probably belong to Khalil Lohars forever.

But he doesn't want it.

It's not just a matter of decoration, that's not the problem.

He does not like the luxury here, nor does he like what is hidden behind every detail, but the reason why he really doesn't want it is actually in the sense of what this ship represents.

This is the 'Emperor's' ship.

And he will definitely not stay on this ship in the future.

But a new problem also arises.

Of course he would join the Eighth Legion - whether it was Konrad Curze or the Midnight Haunter, they would make it happen.

But here's the problem.

In what capacity will he join the Eighth Legion?

Only the Astartes can be said to have 'joined' a Legion - these men underwent nineteen operations and endured untold hardships before they stood before their Primarch.

They are soldiers and have positions, but what does Khalil have?

He sat in front of his desk with a strange expression on his face, and a word suddenly popped into his mind.

'Partner'

Is it possible that I have to introduce myself to them like this?

Also, my height seems to be an issue. What's going on with a giant who's not the original body and is more than four meters tall?

He frowned - as the old saying goes, accepting something means giving up something.

He accepted the subtle changes in his body and even accelerated the process. Now it is naturally impossible to easily return to his previous appearance.

At least not on a physical level.

Psychic disguise? It seems like a good idea, but if I want to legitimately join the Eighth Legion, I will also have to undergo reconstructive surgery.

Deception is definitely not possible, no one is an idiot, and it is impossible not to notice the difference between a person who has not undergone reconstructive surgery and them.

Khalil sighed again.

Nine days and nine days. The great purge of the hive city has come to an end, and he has killed nearly two-thirds of Quintus' entire gang in one go. He was sure they would figure out something was wrong today, but what to do next?

The original plan was to eliminate all gangs

Damn it, why does every time I plan a whole thing, something always goes wrong at the last minute?

He stood up dumbfounded and left the room.

Conrad was in class and Khalil wasn't going to interrupt. This doesn't make sense.

First, he didn't have a suitable identity to go to. Secondly, even if he is really shameless enough to knock on that door in a private name, what is he going to do?

Just a visit, or a second teacher?

The former, he didn't think it made any sense. The latter, his existing knowledge could not be taught to Konrad Coates.

In the corridor, Khalil walked slowly with his eyes narrowed. His current state was rare. He was walking without any purpose, just to pass the time.

After all, there's not much that can be done by returning to Nostramo at this time - as far as the gangs' minds are concerned, there are probably still more than ten hours left before they can figure out what happened to them. .

The corridors of the Emperor's Dream are still so gorgeous that you can't even open your eyes, but when the short-term shock brought by the compelling nobility leaves, that's when they really introduce themselves to you.

If an artist were to come here for the first time, he would probably starve to death here without leaving.

No, maybe this has already happened.

Every detail, every corner, and even every subtle pattern on this ship has a heavy history that can be traced.

Every five hundred meters, a silver button is placed on the wall. If you touch it, the built-in voice system will be activated. Male or female voice - their builder will personally tell you the origin and significance of every detail in the corridor.

And if you still feel dissatisfied, you can even apply to go to the library, which is a mysterious area that the Imperial Guards regard as one of the territories they are responsible for guarding.

Those lucky enough to be admitted will also be able to read a little bit of the detailed history of the Emperor's Dream's usual décor and architecture upon entry, and much more.

Unless your permissions are sufficient.

Khalil raised an eyebrow—yes, unless the authority was sufficient.

And his authority on this ship is large enough to do anything.

Since you have nothing to do today, why not take a look at history?

This idea appeared quickly, took root in the blink of an eye, and even turned into a complex emotion that cannot be erased - and Khalil knew very well that he did not want to go over and read the history of mankind, he just wanted to see the history of a place .

Terra

Earth.

——

Twenty minutes later, Khalil stood in the library on the Emperor's Dream.

This place is different from the emperor's study, all the books are heavy classics. The breath of time hits my face, mixed with the scent of books. This smell made Khalil a little confused. He never thought that he could still smell this familiar smell.

It feels like a world away. It feels like a world away.

He raised his head silently.

"Permission passed."

A machine that he couldn't figure out what it was said in a dull voice. "Please go straight and turn right. In the third row of bookshelves, you can find the books you need."

Has even the profession of librarian become obsolete?

Khalil couldn't help but laugh.

Although books are still placed between thick solid wood bookshelves, machines have replaced labor. There will no longer be a person who knows every book in the library to guide you to search for it on the bookshelf.

He pursed his lips, nodded to the machine, and thanked him. Then he walked straight, turned right, and found the book he needed in the third row of books.

He removed it, gently. His fingers brushed its brown book cover and gold-wrapped corners, with a complicated expression.

"That's the history of Terra." A voice sounded from the shadows between the bookshelves, and Khalil was not surprised. He knew early on that there would be imperial troops here.

He turned around and saw a giant smaller than him. Not all the armors of the Imperial Guards were the same. The one in front of him placed the double-headed eagle emblem representing the Human Empire on the chest of the armor, making it look more solemn.

"Yes." Khalil nodded. "Your Excellency?"

The Imperial Guard took off his helmet silently. He did not seem to be fully armed, with a pair of swords stuck at his waist. The look was also unusual for a patrol.

The face under the helmet is even more special. He has dark skin and a white snake-shaped tattoo that begins to spread along the curve of his cheekbones and extends to the end of his lower lip. The tattoo is obviously more impressive in terms of his appearance.

"La Endymion," he said quietly. "I have many names, but you can call me this."

"Well, Lord Endymion, may I ask you a question?"

"If what you want to talk about is Constantin Valdo's injury, then I cannot tell you. The commander is receiving treatment. He is seriously injured."

Khalil pursed his lips and nodded.

"I'm very sorry."

"I don't need your apology, Khalil Lohars. And I believe the commander doesn't need it either. We only need to obey the Lord's orders."

Khalil nodded again with a complex expression - Neos had previously said that Constantine would not accept it, and the imperial soldier also used similar rhetoric.

Considering he knew next to nothing about Constantin Waldo's character, he would take their advice.

However, in this case, there is no need to apologize.

If the victim himself does not accept it, then as the murderer, no matter how sincere his apology is, he is only deceiving himself. An apology that is not accepted is meaningless.

With a sigh, Khalil changed the subject.

"Your Excellency seems to know this place very well?"

"I'm often on duty near the library." La Endymion nodded. "I flip through them in my spare time. This book is one of my favorites."

"Can you introduce me to something?"

"if you are willing to."

Endymion said noncommittally. "My narratives are often judged by my companions as lengthy and unnecessary. If you simply want a cursory introduction to this book, I would recommend you try the Machine. There are better ones in its library. description of."

"I'd rather listen to people's stories than machines."

The Imperial Guard nodded again.

"as you wish."

He spoke calmly.

"This book was written by multiple authors. Their names are no longer reliable, and the clues that can be used to guess the truth have been lost in time. My Lord has read this book, and he thinks there are not many errors and omissions, so he wrote Put it in the library. If the authors could know about it, they would be honored."

La Endymion shook his head slowly.

"It's too heavy." The Imperial Guard said, and his evaluation was very brief, which had nothing to do with the "long and unnecessary" he had said before.

Khalil couldn't help but smile.

"Heavy?" he asked. "In what respect?"

".I can prove it for you with an example."

The Imperial Guard said calmly: "If you look through it, you will find that the history of Terra is divided into many periods, marked by wars. And during the Battle of Tyranny, the last ocean on Terra Stolen by a woman named Koja Zu."

".The last ocean?" Khalil looked at him blankly. "what does that mean?"

"Literally, Khalil Lohars."

La Endymion calmly put on his helmet, raised his hands, and made a courtesy to him, then turned around and disappeared into the shadow cast by the bookshelf. But his last words were still echoing in Khalil's ears.

"She stole the last ocean on Terra, that's all."

This is a real sneak attack, Night Lords!

Do you think I'm dead?

It would be nice to post a few more free chapters (after all, Legion will be available in 7.1)