40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 240 11. Moon Wolf, Angel, Raven, Bat (3)

Take it easy, Yago Savitarion, take it easy.

With a stiff face, Savita raised her hand to straighten her dress. The clothes didn't actually belong to him, but belonged to Shen.

Of course, it was a little tight on him, but thanks to the wide design, the clothing was still within the range of 'decent' for him.

As for the original owner of the clothes, Shen was standing opposite Savita at the moment, staring at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

"What are you looking at?" the first reserve officer asked slightly unhappy.

Shen looked away and rolled his eyes at the ceiling. He didn't say anything, but he showed Savita what he could say vividly in another form.

The latter took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said sarcastically: "Oh, I know you are jealous of me, Shen. So, there is no need for you to show your unwillingness so obviously. I can see it. come out."

Sevatar smirked, his canines poking out of his lips. Shen looked at him with a strange expression, and after a while he spoke slowly.

"These words actually come from a person who doesn't even have a formal dress. How about you take off my clothes and wear your leather boots and windbreaker? This must be popular among the Rogue Traders and their thugs. The weird trend between you will definitely make the emperor look at you with admiration."

Savita closed her mouth with an ugly expression, and was choked by Shen for the first time and was speechless - there was no way, who told him to need Shen's dress now?

With a sullen face, he turned to the mirror and checked his standing posture one last time.

He now looks completely different from the usual Iago Severtalion. Instead, he looks like...

"Oh, by the way, Terra, you are simply the darling of the palace." Cassati Nuang burst into laughter. "You look so fucking stupid, Sevatar, you don't deserve to wear such nice clothes."

"Tell him to shut his mouth, Shen." Saiweita said in front of the mirror with a dangerous look. "Otherwise I'll do it myself when I get back."

Shen shrugged and pulled Cassati out of the room. Despite this, Sevatar could still hear their laughter in the corridor - yes, even Shen joined in this time.

Sevatar closed her eyes and began to convince herself: the reason why they laugh at your current dress is entirely because they are jealous of your ability to board the Emperor's Dream.

With this thought in mind, he turned around and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, he arrived at a hangar, where Khalil Lohars had been waiting for a long time.

The instructor of the Night Blades stood there with his hands behind his back. His tuxedo was meticulous, and his usual hair became much neater at this moment. It was combed softly on the back of his head, with none of it hanging on his ears.

"Instructor." Saiweita greeted slightly unnaturally.

"Oh." Khalil raised his eyebrows, a little surprised in his tone. "You are actually dressed like this. Is this Shen's dress? I remember he bought it from Cortia, and he is actually willing to lend you this dress."

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Khalil couldn't help but chuckle, turned around and boarded the shuttle: "You are very well dressed, Sevita, but I guess you would rather wear power armor?"

"Yes." Sevita answered dully as he walked into the cabin. "This dress is so tight on my back."

"That's what a dress is like. It's not worn for yourself, it's worn for others to see." Khalil shook his head and patted the wall that separated the cabin from the cockpit.

The cabin door closed immediately, and the pilot who received the notification started the engine, and the cabin immediately began to shake. Savita tensed her muscles and stretched out her hands to grab the armrest hanging from the ceiling.

He didn't want to sit down, which would mean buckling up. Savita wasn't sure if his clothes would get wrinkled because of it.

Khalil didn't pay much attention. He sat down and fastened the six seat belts one by one. Most of the Tridesia's shuttles are old-fashioned models, which are fast but not a good ride experience.

It is said that the new shuttle can allow passengers to avoid cumbersome safety measures and have a "comfortable riding experience." For this, Khalil only feels that it is not necessary.

After doing this, he raised his head and glanced at Savita, who was still standing upright, his expression looking a little thoughtful.

"Savitar"

"What's wrong, instructor?"

"Have you heard anything from veterans in the Legion? For example, the preparations that need to be made before meeting the Emperor."

"Ah?" Saiweita shook his head with a confused look on his face and fell into silence for a while.

Seeing this, Khalil had no choice but to send a message to someone through psychic communication - I will go to see your son who also has the power of prophecy, and do 'what I should do'. But remember to adjust yourself when you finish talking.

Most Nostramos would go blind if they saw you.

+I understand. +The man said. +But you are really a good instructor. +

+ each other, good fathers. +

Sevatar looked at their instructor who suddenly became sly and unsmiling in confusion, and remained silent slightly nervously.

Seventeen minutes later, they ended the toss.

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"If I had known better, I should have asked all my guards to come over." Horus said half-jokingly. "What do you think, Sanguinius? Perhaps this is how we show our respect."

"If your father agrees, you can do so," the angel replied absentmindedly. "Or change the meeting place to your Vengeful Spirit, but he is not as fond of watching the parade as Leon, what do you think?"

"I think there are not many people like Leon." Horus smiled and replied. The angel did not answer him again.

At this moment, Sanguinius could no longer fully concentrate on chatting.

A cold concentration appeared in the depths of his eyes, and the abstract images he had seen began to emerge from his memory and flashed quickly in front of his eyes. After a while, he entered a state of meditation.

Horus did not disturb Sanguinius during this period. After he noticed his brother's state, he also entered a state of meditation.

Khalil Rohars.

He silently recited the name, and the descriptions of Lorgar, Fulgrim and Rogal Dorn all popped up one by one.

He chewed on these words, hoping that he could summarize some information from them before the upcoming meeting and get a useful partial image.

The silence between the two of them lasted for a while, and Azkalon and Falkus Cayber, who were standing behind them, looked at each other, and both seemed a little surprised.

The Luna Wolves and the Blood Angels were two legions that often cooperated during the Great Crusade. This was not the first time they saw each other's primarchs standing side by side. However, in their impression, this was the first time the primarchs were so silent.

A few minutes later, the boarding deck, which was divided into two layers, heard obvious boarding sounds from the outside. Horus and Sanguinius immediately moved, strode forward, and stopped in front of a heavy metal wall. It was this wall that separated the inside and the outside.

At this moment, the indicator light on its top had changed from red to yellow. A minute later, accompanied by the sound of gas jets, the metal wall rumbled up. Under the soft light, Horus and Sanguinius finally saw the person they were waiting for.

Horus smiled gently with a little surprise. He saw a giant who was not shorter than him, also more than four meters tall. However, the skin color of this giant was much paler than that of ordinary people.

If we use a less polite term, he was almost as pale as a corpse.

Horus stepped towards him and observed him during this time.

This person's face was very thin, but not too thin. His eyes were completely black, and he did not have whites like ordinary people. Horus could hardly see the existence of pupils in his eyes. He also had an extraordinary charm

However, this charm was completely different from that of the Primarch.

The closer he got to him, the more Horus could sense this. The Primarchs all had a sense of induction, and they could feel the blood connection through simple gazes.

But this person was different.

"I guess you are Lord Horus Lupercal?" The man spoke first and stretched out his right hand.

His voice was as cold as an iceberg, but it also naturally carried a little gentleness that came from nowhere. Horus was in a trance for a moment, and almost forgot to reach out his hand to respond to this ancient etiquette.

The Lord of Cosonia stretched out his hand a little awkwardly and shook hands with him. This hand was as strong, firm, and calloused as a warrior's hand. However, Horus could not feel any warmth from it.

The coldness was endless.

Horus took a deep breath: "Yes, I am Horus Lupercal, but please do not call me "Sir". Even in wartime, I prefer others to call me by my position."

"Then I will refuse disrespectfully."

"Thank you, Instructor Khalil." Horus smiled slightly and turned his head, wanting his brother Sanguinius to complete the next task. He finished the greeting, but his brother had not yet.

However, when Horus turned his head, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip at that moment.

He saw his brother crying silently.

Tears as red as blood.

"Sanguinius?" Horus murmured. "What's going on?"

The Baal looked at him expressionlessly, his wings folded safely behind him. After dozens of seconds, he finally spoke, but the words he said were not a greeting - he even looked at Horus.

"I need to be alone with this instructor Khalil for a while." Sanguinius said softly but firmly.

Horus frowned deeply.

There is another chapter.