40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 7 7. An ordinary rainy night in Nostramo (End)

A long time ago, Khalil understood one thing.

Despite being very similar in appearance, the gangs of Nostramo are not exactly human. They simply don't deserve the word.

In Khalil's view, they could at best be regarded as some kind of close relatives of human beings, some kind of crazy close relatives with no sense of morality at all.

Their brains have been tortured to the point of near fragmentation by the world of hallucinogens and madness. Then they began to thirst for blood, began to thirst for violence, and began to thirst for the subservience and caution of others.

All these factors add up to allow them to murder others without even needing a reason. And the biggest problem is that in Nostramo, this is all normal.

Khalil thought it was ridiculous—until one day, he understood. It dawned on him.

They are not people. Yes, they are not.

With this figured out, Khalil began his work.

Yes, he calls traveling through the hive murdering gangsters a job.

In fact, in his opinion, except for the fact that this job is a bit special, has no pay, and has a harsh environment, the rest is pretty good.

He takes great care in his work because he knows how dangerous gangs can be.

They had guns, they had cannons, they had everything they needed to kill - and most crucially, they generally had no fear of death.

You have to do something special to make them scared.

But the young ghost obviously didn't understand this. His power allows him to kill like a fish in water, and because of this, he cannot see things that only a mortal like Khalil can.

He didn't know how rare a virtue caution was.

"My time is of the essence Ghost and you better be worth it."

Khalil sighed, jumped off the gargoyle, and fell rapidly. He walked through the condensed icy clouds, his cloak rustling, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, but his eyes were so bright that they were almost terrifying.

Twenty-five seconds later, he landed without making a sound. The blue light in his eyes has begun to turn the raindrops falling from the sky into icy condensation. They stay for a moment, and then fall again, shattered into pieces.

And he didn't.

Standing there, Khalil took a deep breath calmly. He closed his eyes, and his dark vision was lit up by some kind of light at this moment.

A blurry shadow dances twistedly not far away in the abstract world, showing its teeth and claws, full of despair.

He knew who it was. Khalil sighed silently.

Can you really take on this responsibility, you innocent little monster?

Khalil opened his eyes, and at the same time, a cold vomiting feeling began to linger in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, a vague, veiled voice came from the other end of the distance at just the right moment. It was as gentle as a father, whispering some vague words.

It tried to get him to say something back, and he almost complied.

Once again, Khalil suppressed the urge and sneered.

No, not today, don't try. You thing hiding in the dark.

He grasped the sharp blade in his hand and started running on the gloomy spire roof.

As if by convention, all those qualified to build houses in Nostramo invariably chose this gloomy style. That's fine, at least they match a ghost.

The bricks trembled under his feet, and the rain curtain was torn apart by his speed. With the cold temperature and the quietly rising anger, Khalil began to approach his goal.

He jumped silently in the night, like a wandering ghost.

And then - at the final point of this run -

The ghost began to laugh wildly.

——

"Did you hear anything?" a man asked.

"All I hear is the sound of failure," a woman replied lazily.

She leaned on her motorcycle and stabbed her left forearm with a knife made of bone. There were already a lot of blood marks on it, and she seemed to be completely enjoying it and didn't want to stop at all.

"No, no, Dill, I'm serious," the man said over his shoulder. "I really heard something."

"Okay, Carlo, shut that asshole over your mouth."

Dill was still lazy, she raised her eyes and glanced at Carlo, and sneered disdainfully. "We lost track of the convoy, which means we failed, so just shut up, okay?"

"Don't mention this."

Carlo frowned, seeming a little angry. He has a face bisected by some kind of paint. The upper half is pale and the lower half is scarlet. This interesting contrast makes his expression look very scary at the moment.

But Dill didn't buy his account, and she sneered again.

"If you, the bastard with an asshole on your face, hadn't said you saw that thing running this way, we would still be killing people with the large army. Maybe after the matter is completed, we can mix two medicines to fight Damn, you still have the nerve to say this now?"

"I told you to stop talking!"

Carlo growled, pulled out a shotgun from his motorcycle and pointed it at Dill in the rain. It was very rough, and there were even burrs on the handguard. Carlo looked at her, breathing heavily, and spoke word by word.

"I told you, I heard something. You idiot cousin!"

He roared suddenly, and his emotional outburst came without warning, and it was not gradual like ordinary people - he seemed to change from a little angry to furious at once.

Carlo abandoned his motorcycle and stumbled over to Dill. He put the gun to her forehead,

The force was so strong that Dill almost fell off the motorcycle: "I told you, I heard something! I heard it! I heard it! I didn't lie! I heard it!"

"Okay, okay, you heard me. Damn it." Dill cursed under his breath. "Get that thing off my head, Carlo. Damn it, you sucked the paint out of your mind."

"I heard it! I heard it!"

Carlo screamed, turned and ran away with his shotgun in hand. Dill frowned, watching him inexplicably disappear into the rain, and couldn't help but curse again.

"What a fucking idiot. Does he have shit in his head?"

Feeling unlucky, Dill shook her head and started her motorcycle again, intending to ride back to the gang's territory and sleep.

As for Carlo's car - let it stay here, civilians dare not take it, with the Scarlet Finale logo clearly visible on it. They know the consequences of taking it. And other gangs.

ha.

Dil was eager for them to take it, so that Scarlet Finale would have a reason to go to war. And Carlo. To be honest, he was not in her consideration at all. In fact, she wished he were dead now.

However, a scream that penetrated the rain curtain interrupted her original thoughts and actions.

Dill frowned and turned to look over there. The darkness and rain screen cut off her sight, and the sound caused by the heavy rain washing the ground made it impossible for her to hear any other sounds.

She got off the motorcycle and cautiously pulled out an automatic gun from the side pocket of the motorcycle. Facing the rain curtain, she shouted: "Carlo! Is that you?!"

No one answered, only the sound of acid rain breaking bones. Dill began to feel a chill. This feeling was invisible and hit her back the first second it appeared, making her whole body shiver.

"What are you doing, this idiot?"

After muttering something, she stood hesitantly with her gun raised. She didn't know if she should move on or turn her head and forget everything.

As she was thinking, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed that the rainwater flowing under her feet had changed color at some point.

The murky rainwater flowing down the river after passing through her leather boots changed from its original dirty color to a complete scarlet color. The coldness came out again, but this time, it didn't come from my spine. But from straight ahead.

She looked up shakily.

"Who is it?" Dill screamed. "Who is it?! Come out! Come out!"

"Shhh"

A soft voice came from the rain curtain, piercing the rain curtain accurately and reaching her ears: "Keep it down, someone is sleeping."

Dill's face twitched violently, and she tried to pull the trigger, but her finger failed to do what she wanted. A flash of silver light took the lead, piercing the rain curtain and the palm of her hand holding the gun.

With a snap, her automatic gun fell to the ground, and was quickly washed away by the rain into a dark corner without even giving her a chance to pick it up.

"No—!" she shouted.

In the midst of pain and fear, Dill heard someone laughing lowly. Then the voice spoke again.

"Yes," he said gently. "Also, come and meet your companions?"

A head was thrown out of the rain curtain and hit Dill's body accurately. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively caught the head with fear.

His eyes were staring blankly at the sky, his jaw had been cut open, his tongue was hanging between the separated jaws, and there was some bits of meat stuck in the yellow-brown teeth. The upper half of his face was extremely pale, while the lower half was completely scarlet.

That's Carlo's face.

No, this is Carlo's head.

At the end of his life, Dill trembled and cried. She fell to the ground, not trying to escape, not trying to resist, she just cried, like all the innocent people who died by her hands in the past. Carlo's head fell beside her, staring blankly.

Fear shattered her, completely.

Then, a pale hand stretched out and lifted her chin.

"Don't cry," Khalil said softly. "Crying is a human privilege, and you are not."

The silver light disappeared in a flash.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, its limbs still twitching due to neurological reactions, but this no longer mattered.

Khalil turned his head slightly, and the blue light in his eyes flowed quietly. The ghost covered in blood floated over from the other end of the rain curtain. He closed his eyes, obviously still unconscious, his eyebrows were furrowed, and the rain streaked across his face.

"Logically, I should thank them for the motorcycle - but I usually just say thank you to people."

Khalil smiled and decided to end the night with a sense of humor that he didn't like. He moved his fingers, and the ghost sat on one of the motorcycles and even started the engine.

"Let's go, ghost, but be careful." Khalil said with a smile. "This is your first time riding a motorcycle. Safe driving is very important."

A few seconds later, the two motorcycles smashed through the rain curtain and drifted away.

Signing Li's heart dropped.

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