40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 186 11. Make an oath (End)

Cross your arms, lift your right index finger slightly, and place it on your arm. The rhythmic soft sound is so obvious in the quiet corridor, and the Night Blades' 'office' inherits the special feature of the Nightshade - quiet, extremely quiet, and often like a mist escaping.

The former can still be explained, but the latter has gone beyond the categories that ordinary physics can classify and summarize, and can only be attributed to some special connection or influence. But anyway.

Khalil turned his head and glanced at Conrad Coates: "Are you nervous, legion commander?"

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Coates exhaled slowly: "Of course I want to say that I'm not nervous."

Khalil smiled with the most obvious smile: "There is nothing to be nervous about. Yago Savitarion's operation went very successfully."

Yes, very successful, as long as you ignore the miserable look of the boy tied to the iron bed in the room.

He stared blankly at the dark ceiling with his eyes open. The masseter muscles naturally exerted force, and the sound of the teeth rubbing against each other was transmitted through the radio to the outside of the corridor, clearly visible.

The muscles all over his body were tense, and this degree had far exceeded the limit of muscle tension during ordinary people's exercise, becoming an almost supernatural phenomenon.

The medical officer looked at this scene worriedly - as a doctor, his instinct prevented him from thinking about "rescue" in front of him. However, he knew very well that now was not the medical officer's time.

He turned to look at their chief think tank. The third company commander, Fer Zalost, had his eyes tightly closed at the moment. Blue light escaped from under his pale eyelids, making them almost transparent, and capillaries were clearly visible on them.

Feier breathed heavily, his spiritual energy being swallowed up by the formation that was only separated by a wall. In the room, the flames were raging, and the red light flickered on and off, looming under the shroud of darkness.

At this moment, it had only been twelve minutes since Yago Savitarion's twentieth operation began.

How long will it take?

Fel Zalost didn’t have an answer, Jairzinho Guzman didn’t have an answer, Konrad Coates didn’t have an answer – so, does Khalil Lojales have one?

Yes, but no one asked him.

But they don’t need to ask.

Khalil just had to stand there. Stand there calmly and confidently. No need to speak or even express anything with body language. As long as he was still looking through the bulletproof glass, then, they had no questions to ask.

This rare trust is incomprehensible to most people. After all, if there is an answer to a question, most people will want to find out. However, this is not the case in Night Blade.

They already understand.

Yes, there are answers to many questions in this world, but you'd better not look for these answers.

"Two minutes left." Khalil said suddenly. "Get ready, Jairzinho."

The medical officer nodded silently.

——

Sevatar could hear herself screaming.

He screamed because he was being burned by the flames. He was chained up in the air, his limbs tied tightly. It felt like being suspended, but also like being simply restrained. Savita moved her fingers gently and felt a burning sensation coming from her fingertips.

The same was true for his heart, which hurt extremely, as if someone was stabbing him with a knife. In the freezing heat, he felt like he was being murdered. Or maybe it's being cut in half.

Half of him is rational and cold, while the other half is howling with rage. This feeling was so wonderful that Savita couldn't figure out whether it was an illusion or reality.

What he experienced today was far beyond the limit that a fifteen-year-old child could bear. It was only right that he should collapse and have his will broken. But he didn't, and the reason was very strange, so strange that it even made Sevata want to laugh.

——How do you make someone who is already crazy go crazy again?

There was sudden silence, and Sevatar slowly exhaled the last breath of air from her lungs.

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, and his eyeballs that had turned to ashes fell from their sockets. Suddenly, a strong premonition approached him. There was something familiar about the feeling, it was somewhat similar to what he had felt when he saw those ghosts in the past, but it was also different.

This time, the feeling was stronger, as if someone was hitting him in the chest with a hammer. A feeling of fullness surged in his empty eyelids, and his eyes were reborn, but they were half cold and half hot.

A giant in armor the color of the midnight sky suddenly appeared before him.

Lightning-like lines danced on the armor's surface bound by golden edges. His helmet was very ferocious, resembling a skull-like mask, and his eyes were scarlet, reflecting the miserable appearance of the boy as he was being hung up.

Who are you? Sevatar asked reluctantly.

"I shouldn't be here," the giant said, his voice laced with bitter sinking and a caustic nonchalance.

"To be honest, I really shouldn't be here. But who told me that there is no concept of time in subspace?"

He shrugged, walked closer to the boy, tapped his forehead with one hand, and smiled maliciously: "So that's what it feels like."

Don't hit me on the head! Sevatar bared her teeth at him, looking threatening.

"I'm going to knock." The giant laughed deeply. "Okay, kid, stop pretending you're tough. You're actually scared to death right now, and I know it."

I'm not afraid!

"Yeah, yeah" the giant nodded perfunctorily and took off his helmet.

He had a very pale face with delicate features, but he always looked mean. There are three distorting scars on his left eye, cheekbone and cheek. The line across his lips made him look like he was baring his teeth all the time, giving people the illusion of a sneer.

For some reason, Sevatar felt familiar to him.

"Ah" the pale giant shook his head nostalgically, put the helmet under his arm, and took a deep breath. "I really miss this place, the White Mountain, the City of the Dead, the Altar of the End"

He snickered and tapped Sevatar's forehead with his finger again. This time it was a little harder, and Sevita couldn't help but let out a low growl from his throat.

The giant raised his eyebrows and took two steps back in surprise: "Oh, you don't want to bite me, do you? Let me remind you, boy, this is my armor made of fine gold, and your teeth are not as strong as it."

After he finished speaking, he even tapped his finger on his shoulder armor to prove it. The sound of metal hitting each other was very low, and Sevatar noticed that on the right shoulder armor he hit, there was a skull with tears streaming from its eyes.

The giant noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and actually started to explain.

"This coat of arms represents my company. It's called 'Blood and Tears'. But to be honest, this name is really unlucky." He shrugged.

"I wish I could tell you who shed these tears, boy, but it's a pity that I can't. Because - well, how do you say that? By the way, I am a principled person."

He laughed, but there was no smile on his face: "I am a very principled person, so I don't want to tell you how it came about."

Do you think I'd like to know? Sevatar replied angrily. His attention had been attracted by this person who appeared out of nowhere, and the pain could no longer occupy his main attention. At this moment, he was staring at this pale man, showing great anger.

But the giant suddenly stopped smiling.

"If that's okay," he whispered. "I would tell you everything, but I can't, Yago Savitarion. The world I live in is the best they have ever earned for us. I cannot allow their sacrifice for selfish reasons Disintegrated into nothing.”

He raised his head and looked at the dark ceiling in the palace.

"I've lost count," the giant said softly. "I don't want to go to Terra again. How many fucking years have I been here?"

He lowered his head nervously and began to touch the wounds on his face with the metal gauntlet, his expression thoughtful. Sevatar looked at him angrily, her arms and legs dancing, and the chains shaking.

If you really have nothing to do here and are even willing to pretend to be a madman, you might as well let me go!

"I can't," the giant said simply. "I can't put you down, because this is part of the oath. Each of our oaths is different, although it is generally the same-"

He shrugged again.

"Revenge, hatred, etc., but the process of our vows is different. Some people gain something in the process, and some people lose something. As for you, child."

He sighed: "You gain the most, but you also lose the most."

What on earth are you talking about?

"I'm talking to myself," the giant replied with a smile. "And, do you know the best part? You won't remember my existence at all later, and you won't remember it until a long, long time later. So, I can talk nonsense to you now."

He smiled playfully and stretched out his finger again, tapping the boy's forehead. This blow was very severe, so severe that Sevatar became so angry that his face became ferocious.

"But I still can't say those things." The giant changed his expression in an instant. His face was full of sadness and his tone was low.

Sevatar had to admit, he was pissed off - what was going on? Is this giant one of those ghosts? Did he come here specifically to entertain him?

The boy angrily shook the chain and tried to punch the giant. The giant smiled slightly, and actually lowered his body and put his cheek next to Sevita's clenched right fist.

"Two minutes left," he said. "You are about to wake up. The moment you wake up, you will see the wails of many wronged souls and the four bastards who are playing with their fate behind the scenes. You cannot escape this process, Yago Savitarion , none of us can escape.”

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the chain. "These flames will help you resist many things in the future, one of which is what you are about to see, so relax and enjoy these last two minutes with me."

He stared at Savita, shook his head, and his face suddenly changed. His face was stained with blood, and his chest and abdomen were pierced by five ferocious claws.

He knelt down on the ground with his eyes blank, and tapped Sevita's forehead for the last time with his fingers. His voice was a whisper, but it rang clearly in the boy's ears.

"This is the moment," he said softly. "You will remember everything in this moment. Then"

He struggled to stand up, a sinister smile suddenly appearing on his face.

"Then I'm going out and killing all those sons of bitches of the Word Bearers. Wake up, Argo Severtarion."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared. Sevatar's body began to tremble, violently.

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