40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 180 5. The adventure of Yago Savitarion

At five o'clock in the morning, there was a cold wind outside the third mine of Quintus in Nostramo. The sky was dark and dull, but the surroundings were not completely dark. There were soft light sources flickering around the mine.

Even though it was early in the morning, the gate to the mine had already been opened. There were many shadowy figures flashing in the light source. They were all workers of the third mine. Although they were walking in the cold wind, they did not feel cold at all.

They all wore heavy cotton coats and boots. The mine was very considerate, not only allocating coats but also earmuffs, so no one would feel cold.

Those who are so thin that they feel cold even when wearing cotton-padded clothes will not pass the selection of miners at all. They will find other jobs.

There were not many people talking in the crowd, and most people were eating the first meal they had just received from the distribution window. The breakfast provided by the third mine is very rich, including four different flavors of nutritious porridge, a synthetic nutrition bar, and some fruits sent from Macragge.

The workers cherished the food. At first, many people even chose not to eat or only eat half of the food when they were hungry, saving the food and taking it back to their families. But they soon realized there was no need to do such a thing.

The families of the miners are also assigned jobs - Nostramo is now in dire straits, every position needs manpower, and every position will be allocated three meals a day.

Among the people eating, a boy was also one of them. He is taller than most people, but he does not eat quickly. He can even be said to chew slowly.

For every mouthful of porridge, he would chew it for a dozen times before swallowing it. It took him more than ten minutes to finish the bowl of nutritious porridge with a suitable temperature of 'Malgots', with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Then, he took out the distributed nutrition bar from his pocket, carefully peeled off its outer packaging, and took a bite like a treasure.

very good.

Yago Savitarion smiled with satisfaction - today's nutrition bar is sweet, he likes sweet things, and he liked it after he tasted this taste and knew that it was called 'sweet'.

In his opinion, this feeling was second only to the feeling when he witnessed gangs and nobles dying tragically on the streets. He only experienced the latter once, while the former...if he was lucky, he could experience it almost every day.

One of the three meals will always have a nutritional bar that is sweet.

He ate the nutritional bar very slowly, even slower than when he ate nutritional porridge - it took him several minutes to eat half of it, and then he put it in his mouth, nibbling it with his teeth, carefully not eating it. Let your saliva come into contact with its surface, and lick it with the tip of your tongue from time to time to feel the taste.

The aroma of food filled the mine, and Yago Savitarion took a deep breath of air and felt satisfied again.

This feeling of satisfaction lasted until he lowered his eyes to the ground.

At that moment, without any warning, his whole body froze. The nutritional bar in his mouth was immediately bitten into pieces, and his muscles immediately tightened. A chill flowed up from the soles of his feet, tearing his body temperature protected by the cotton clothes to pieces.

A bone-chilling cold hit the fifteen-year-old child, causing him to unconsciously weaken his legs and fall to his knees.

A picture appeared in front of him, which was a group of naked people in the cold wind, surrounded by dark green tents. Their limbs were frozen stiff and they were about to die. Everyone's eyes were empty, everyone's eyes were looking at him.

Their open mouths were dark and toothless inside, their gums a decayed grey. They shouted words silently, but Yago Savitarion could not hear them at all.

He almost froze to death too.

He trembled, hoping that this illusion would go away soon. This was not the first time he had seen these dead people, and he knew exactly how to deal with them - just wait, just wait.

They're dead and they can't hurt me

Young Yago Severtarion whispered these words to himself, not daring to make any move. As time passed, everything turned out to be as he wished, and things quickly returned to normal.

The illusion faded, and the body temperature he lost returned in the next moment. Yago Savitarion opened his eyes and found that he was surrounded by some older workers. A man stretched out his hand and pulled him up from the ground.

"Be careful," he whispered. "It's a miracle that you didn't get caught when you concealed your age, Sevita. If you get this crazy disease a few more times, we won't be able to help you. They are indeed good people, but they are very You value rules, do you understand?"

"Thank you, Joseph, I know." Savita grinned and showed a pale smile.

Yes, I did see a ghost. he thinks. And I saw him more than once.

But it’s not that I want to see them.

——

The work went on for a while.

Savita does not hate work. In fact, he enjoys hanging out with a group of people older than him in the underground and hitting rocks with pickaxes. He is always very focused when doing this, and concentration will make him forget many things. thing.

Such as his innate weird talent, such as the fact that he is always taller, stronger than others, and faster than others. Forgetting is very precious, and even if it is only temporarily forgotten, it is still forgotten.

But the hours at work were always short-lived, which meant he would have to think of these things.

Five hours passed in a blink of an eye. They entered the mine at six in the morning and left the mine at eleven in the afternoon. After doing the three things written in the entry instructions: disinfection, cleaning, and changing clothes, Savita came to the food collection window again.

He saw that Glocks steaks were being served at noon today, and the joy of this incident once again diluted the discomfort caused by the nightmare he had seen in the early morning.

Mine No. 3 was built not long ago, and the canteen wasn't even open yet, so most of the miners usually ate in temporary tents set up on the day they were on duty, with a few exceptions. Such as Savita.

He prefers to find a secluded corner and finish the food quietly by himself. He ate Glocks steak and drank a slightly sweet, very refreshing drink, and felt very happy.

Then, the chill came back, like a weird and mean joke, as if someone was deliberately torturing him and not letting him feel better.

And this time, he didn't even look at the ground.

The dead came back, and in the darkness the corpse staggered to its feet, howling, and stretched out its hands to grab him. No matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail, but they didn't hurt him. They just kept wailing and crying. The sound sounded extremely terrifying.

Sevatar forced herself to close her eyes and ignore them.

He began to pray, even to plead - eternal night above, I hope that when I wake up, I can see that the delicacies on my plate have not been spilled on the floor, I hope that my drink has not been spilled by me, I hope that when I wake up, You can continue to eat.

I hope--

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up with a confused look on his face.

where am I?

"Iago Severtarion." A deep voice hissed from behind him. "Fifteen years old, Quintus, interesting orphan, did you choose your name yourself?"

Sevatar quickly turned his head and saw a giant with pale skin, handsome face and dark eyes.

He was so tall that Sevatar almost instinctively felt some kind of fear - although this feeling was fleeting, the young Yago Sevatalion knew very well that what he felt was usually impossible. Something went wrong.

And this giant's eyes were pitch black.

He is a Nostramo.

"Who are you?" Savita jumped off the bed and asked warily. He kept retreating with his bare hands, and for a moment he even forgot to observe where he was.

But the giant just stared at him calmly, watching him retreat little by little until he pressed his back against the corner of the room.

"That's the question I asked first," said the giant. "So you should answer me first, shouldn't you, Yago Severtarion?"

"I chose my name myself." Sevita answered loudly, raising her neck.

"But it's none of your business! Look, I'm a worker at the Third Mine of Quintus, so whoever you are, you'd better send me back. The guards will soon notice that I'm missing, Then the Emperor's Eighth Legion will come for you!"

The giant chuckled softly: "The Emperor's Eighth Legion said so. You should have read the booklet called "Common Sense", which means you are literate."

"What does it have to do with you whether I can read or not?!" Saiweita said loudly - he didn't know where this was, but he wanted to attract as much attention as possible.

As long as even one guard notices the abnormal sound here, he wins.

He had seen the guards shooting, and those guns were much more powerful than the gangs' weapons. A gun can easily penetrate metal, and this person is just very tall at best. It is impossible for him to withstand the power of the gun.

"Oh, it doesn't really matter."

said the giant thoughtfully. "But your literacy will save me some trouble. That's good, Yago Savitarion. At least it will prove that you are easy to learn. So, it's my turn to answer your question. I am Khalil Lo Hals, I am the instructor of the Eighth Legion of the Emperor you speak of."

".What?"

"I am the instructor of the Eighth Legion."

The giant with a difficult name repeated calmly.

"If you don't understand what this term means, you should have been taught how to mine correctly by a projection machine in the mine, right? That machine is your instructor, and I am the instructor of the Eighth Legion."

Yago Savitarion looked at him in confusion, as if he did not understand his Quintus-style Nostramo, which was so authentic that it even had an accent.

"Of course, I don't teach them how to mine." The giant chuckled. "We have another duty. So, do you have any more questions, Yago Severtarion?"

".You, you-" the young boy started slurring. "——What evidence do you have?"

Khalil smiled. He turned around, opened a door, and waved to Yago Savitarion: "Come here, I will show you the evidence."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the door. Savita stayed there with a dry mouth for a few minutes before he recovered. He gently touched the door and took a cautious look outside - just this one glance made him suffer greatly. Shocking.

The outside was not a street or a building as he thought, but a space so wide that he could not fully observe it. Black, white and gray are the main colors here. It is very empty, even a little too empty.

A thought that shouldn't have occurred appeared in Seveta's mind - the cemetery.

Only a cemetery can be so empty, so quiet, and so melancholy.

"This is the Midnight Blade, or the future office of the Eighth Legion on Nostramo as you call it." The giant stood beside him and said. "Of course, as you can see, we haven't completely divided and decorated this place yet. So, come with me, Yago Savitarion."

He turned around and left, as if he wasn't worried that Savita would escape at all - the boy froze on the spot for a few seconds, and then he involuntarily followed him.

The giant named Khalil Lohars did not walk very fast, it could even be said that he slowed down for him. Sevatar walked behind him, following him all the way down a long, dark corridor until they finally arrived at a large door.

It has an iron-grey appearance and looks dull, with a sharp-looking emblem on it.

"Where are you taking me?" Sevatar asked, still wary, but not as wary as before.

He was a child who grew up in a slum. He was born with the ability to observe words and emotions and knew how to distinguish the types of people. And he is smarter than most people. He can see when people are up to no good and when they are cruel and crazy.

He relied on this method of distinguishing people to successfully survive in the slums, and it can even be said that his life was not bad. Therefore, he believed in his judgment at the moment - he believed that this giant named Khalil Lohars was indeed the instructor of the 'Eighth Legion of the Emperor' as he said.

At least, that's what I believe so far.

Moreover, he seemed to have no other better choice than following him.

The giant lowered his head and said in a gentle tone: "Take you for an examination, Yago Savitarion."

"Check?" Saiweita frowned. "Don't tell me you have that kind of hobby"

Khalil couldn't help but smile - even as a child, he was a Nostramo who had survived in the slums, and his mental maturity obviously could not be judged based on his age alone.

"Of course I don't have that hobby, but you do need a checkup."

"Why?"

"Because of those ghosts." Khalil raised his head and answered softly.

Savita's pupils shrank sharply.

"You've seen them, haven't you?" He raised his hand easily and pressed it somewhere on the side of the door, and it immediately slid open.

Behind the door was a deep darkness that was slowly lighting up. Iago Severtalion didn't have time to look inside, so he stretched his arms upward and barely grasped Khalil's sleeve.

"You" he raised his head excitedly. "how do you know?"

"Oh, kid." Khalil lowered his head again and looked at him with calm eyes. "I know a lot of things."

He stepped into darkness.

I finally finished it, this chapter is 4k, I will continue writing it when I wake up.

By the way, the crest of the Midnight Blade has been designed and I will post it in the book club later. The vertical painting is almost completed, and there is another piece about the armored state that will be completed around the 10th of next month.