40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 58 58. Great Purge (4)

"He's faster."

Rogal Dorn spoke seriously, his voice echoing in the room. It also caught the attention of another man, who looked up from writing and began to listen to his brother's words.

Facing his brother's gaze, Rogal Dorn began to speak slowly.

"The weapons of those gangs are by no means crude homemade firearms - maybe some of them are, but we have all seen that the technology left over from the long ago of laser guns and automatic guns are still being used by them, and they are still efficient."

"He has no power armor and no weapons. How can he do this just by himself?"

The rock-like giant slowly shook his head, and for the first time, his resolute face showed some emotions that were too complex to be interpreted.

".It's terrible," he said slowly.

"horrible?"

Fulgrim raised an eyebrow. "Where do you start talking about this, brother? He is doing a just act. Doesn't the death of those scum please you?"

"I'm not saying his behavior was horrific."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"The determination behind his actions."

The wrinkles between Rogal Dorn's brows began to become deeper and deeper. Although they had appeared so many times that this expression had almost become a symbol of him, his seriousness at this moment still made Fulgrim straighten up. waist.

"Caryl Lohars has an almost paranoid sense of morality."

Fulgrim nodded, agreeing.

"He did not take the belongings of the deceased, did not desecrate the corpse to vent his anger, and even refused to invest excitement or pleasure in his killing. This is what Ferus and I observed, and Conrad's account was more detailed. "

"From his words, we can find that Khalil Lohars is not just paranoid, he is also extremely sensitive."

"The suffering and numbness of the people at the bottom made him feel painful - remember Conrad said that he once cried when telling the story? If a person is not noble, it is impossible for him to do such a behavior and he is now .”

Dawn sighed deeply.

"Kill to stop killing," he said lowly. "The stupidest and most effective way."

".I do not understand."

Fulgrim frowned deeply. At this moment, he actually looked a bit like Dorn.

"In my opinion, all the gangs and nobles on Nostramo deserve to die. As long as they die, the rest of the matter will be solved very easily. And what he is doing now is undoubtedly the right thing. Why do you So pessimistic, Roger?”

"Because of the people who did it."

Dawn shook his head. "I've seen a lot of paranoid people, man. They ended up either being driven crazy by the paranoia, or they had to learn to live with it and get twisted."

"The past molds character, and character molds everything, Fulgrim. Your past is too glorious. You regained your world peacefully, so you don't understand what real blood is like."

"I have experienced no less battles than you since my return!" The Chemos man crossed his hands angrily. This was not the first time that he was angered by Rogal Dorn's words.

"Battles are also divided into types and levels."

‘Panshi’ looked at the projected map with a very serious expression.

"Sometimes, you just need to issue a few orders behind the front, and artillery and bombing can solve everything. But sometimes, war forces you to see the cruelest and darkest side of human nature."

"I've seen it many times, and every time, it gives me chills. And now, Khalil Lohars, is facing it."

He raised his hand, pointed at the fast-moving red dot, and shook his head slowly again.

Fulgrim couldn't help but sigh - Rogal Dorn is always like this, he always has a way to convince you from his perspective and in his unique tone, no matter how ugly or infuriating the words are.

But Fulgrim respected him.

He respected him—not because Dorne was his brother, not because of Dorne's merits. He respected Donne because Donne was almost always right. The reflection after every quarrel can prove this.

But what does it cost to always be upright, to always be right, bro?

Staring at the giant with short gray-white hair, Fulgrim chose to change the subject.

"Would you like to guess where Ferus is now, Rogge?" He asked in a deliberately frivolous tone.

"Where else could he be? After you arrived, he left with that exquisite box. Considering that you are teaching Conrad every day, it is not difficult for me to guess that he took advantage of this time to teach Conrad. Ladd gave a gift."

"You are really smart." Fulgrim said angrily.

You've finished talking, what did I say?

"I'm not smart," Dawn replied seriously. "I'm just analytical and calculating, that's all."

"Well, anyway - well, I really don't know how to talk to you."

The Chemos man buried his head in frustration and continued writing in his notes.

But - it didn't last long.

A little giant wearing purple-gold armor walked in. He was much shorter than the two Primarchs, but this did not hinder his prowess. Fulgrim turned his head and smiled happily.

"Akudona!" he called affectionately. "What brings you here? Didn't I tell you to take a good rest?"

".Primarch." The man called Akudona pursed his lips. "And the respected Lord Dorne--"

Dorne nodded slowly to him to show his respect. Akudona deserved it.

Fulgrim frowned.

"--What's wrong?" he asked, changing his tone. "You don't often have this expression."

".The Custodians are moving out." Akudona said dryly. "Fully armed."

Fulgrim stood up suddenly.

--

"Good evening, Conrad."

Ferrus chose this sentence as his opening statement-he had rehearsed it many times in his heart, but Ferrus finally decided to use this simple sentence to greet.

It was simple, direct, and not without attitude and etiquette.

"Ferrus!" Conrad smiled and stepped aside to let his brother enter the room.

There was a sense of intimacy and trust in his tone, and realizing this made Ferrus a little embarrassed.

Iron Hand frowned in anger - what's wrong with you?

"Ferrus?"

".You are very hardworking, Conrad." Ferrus changed the subject. "So many notes? Did Fulgrim deliberately give you more homework?"

"What? No, of course not!"

Conrad Curze was shocked by his words - after all, Ferrus Manus's tone became very cold at this moment, and he even suspected that they were going to fight for this.

The pale giant hurriedly explained: "I just borrowed a few books and wrote some more notes! This has nothing to do with Fulgrim!"

Ferrus raised his eyebrows, and he noticed that the pendant that Conrad Curze had thrown away was now back on his neck.

".That's good."

Ferrus nodded. "Anyway, I'm here to give you a knife."

He took his right hand out from behind, and the exquisite black wooden box immediately attracted Curze's attention.

Only at this moment did he behave somewhat in line with his age. Ferrus chuckled with satisfaction, put the wooden box in his hands, and then strolled to Curze's desk.

"Mind if I take a look?" he asked with his hands behind his back.

"Of course. No." Konrad Curze answered absentmindedly.

Ferrus Manus smiled - although he turned his back to his brother and didn't let anyone see, he did smile.

Lowering his head, Iron Hand began to flip through the notes. His movements were very careful, and every time he picked up the paper, he treated it as a treasure - in fact, he did treat these papers full of words as treasures.

These papers recorded the rapid maturation of a soul, a heart that was thirsty for knowledge, and also recorded his kindness.

Ferrus almost sighed - Caril Rohals, how did you protect him so well?

He couldn't help asking himself this question, and at the same time put himself in his shoes and thought about it. After a few minutes, he had to give up this idea.

I can't do this. Ferrus thought calmly. I couldn't have done it. I could never have made Konrad Curze what he is now. In fact, if I were here.

He sighed.

I wouldn't be me anymore. I would become anyone other than Ferrus Manus.

The environment changes people so subtly and so greatly. Ferrus couldn't help but imagine a world where they had never been separated. The faces of the brothers shone in his mind, and everyone's eyes were so lively.

Yes, although Ferrus Manus was not good at speaking and was not very keen on building a good relationship with his brothers, he loved them.

"Ferrus?"

Konrad Curze's voice came from behind him. Iron Hand turned around with a smile and saw a face that was still full of surprise and joy.

"Thank you!" The pale giant said happily, and at the same time raised the blade in his hand. It fit his palm obediently, as if it was born to be there.

The pearly white gems shone on the black leather handle, complementing the silver of the blade. It is beautiful, and deadly.

Ferrus could not help but thank Fulgrim again - he knew very well that if he came, he would never be able to make it so perfect.

"No need to thank me." Iron Hand smiled and nodded. "It's just a small favor."

He smiled, and Konrad Curze also smiled - this was a warm moment, but a quick knock on the door broke everything.

A voice sounded outside the door, it was Fulgrim.

"Ferrus, Conrad! Come out!" he called anxiously. "Quick!"

Curze turned his head blankly, and then turned his head back.

"What's wrong, Ferrus?" he asked.

Ferrus Manus did not answer, but slowly narrowed his eyes.

I want to know what happened too.

He walked towards the door.

Hehehehehe, sneak attack, hehehehehehe