40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 517 35. The Children of the Night King ()
I'm out of control.

Khalil exhaled a shaky breath and slowly loosened his hands that were still tense.

He was still regretting what had happened before, and what he had promised Conrad was to take a good look at them on his behalf, instead of nearly strangling a Chapter Master to death upon meeting them.

Moreover, just as Caiul said, Scaradrick had no sin on his body. Kolmi's death was an accident, but it was just a chain reaction
She was crushed to death by the emperor's statue that was knocked down by the shock wave caused by Scarardrick's landing. The whole process had no obvious direction, and the two people had no grudges.

Although Kormi's soul saw everything due to the excessive concentration of hatred at the time, she said nothing. Instead, after understanding all this, she straightforwardly forgave Scaladric, who knew nothing about it, and turned to happily He ran towards his resting place in the domain of the God of Vengeance.

There, things she never dreamed of having during her lifetime were finally realized after her death.

No more rotating factory shifts or endless internal reviews, no more worrying about a tired body that sleeps shakily with the fear of tomorrow.
These things had completely disappeared, and at the last moment, the only thing she held in her hands was a quiet sleep.

However, as a civilian, Kormi can give up all this, but the God of Vengeance cannot.

The God of Vengeance treats everyone equally and is all-pervasive. He wants to hold on to any hatred until it is squeezed out with sweet blood.
Even if the victims were unwilling to seek revenge, He would force them to do so. If it weren't for Khalil's awakening, this grudge would have been completely resolved the moment Scaradrick ascended to the realm of Vengeance.

Kormi would be forced to awaken from her long slumber, and the vengeful god himself would thrust the blade into her hands until one of the two was completely dead.

The idea is seductive, that simply by wearing it, you can briefly call upon authority to wield more power. He has many problems that require long-distance communication with Terra, and Malcador will definitely be able to answer his questions.

A few seconds later, after all the impossible answers were eliminated, a name that should not have appeared slowly appeared.

So, who else is pushing?

In silence, Khalil put Bone Face back into his arms and left his room, feeling helpless.

Khalil sighed, already understanding that he was affected.

Looking back now, Litatra is indeed a qualified altar, but how could it so easily allow the human side of a god to escape from the prison he had set for himself?
This makes no sense at all. There is only one planet in the galaxy capable of producing this kind of power, but she has long been broken.

There had been a time when he had no need for such self-admonishment, but now he had to be so careful and cautious. And, this is just the beginning.

Tzeentch.

Khalil said the name silently.

Khalil was silent for a while, then took out a blood-stained bone surface from his arms. The blood that had stained it still stayed on it, changing it to a different color, making it look extremely bloody. He held it tightly, as if he was wondering whether he should put it on.

In the past, it was his human side that influenced and dominated the gathering of divinities. But it's different now, the situation has been reversed.

He locked himself in prison and spent indescribable endless years. Even if he had escaped from prison, how much firm will was left to dominate his body?
Unlike him, that god's body has truly spent ten thousand years in the real universe. He is no longer the god who could be deceived by simple tricks.

Although He still has no wisdom at all, the duller and more rigid a God is, the more terrifying he is.

However, if it had been in the past, he would not have needed to ask for the power of authority at all. However, today is different from the past. The galaxy is now full of violent subspace storms. What's more, he is still in Litatra, where a genuine god-summoning ceremony has just concluded.
Dead end?
Khalil narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then calmed down completely - there was no need for him to be so anxious, and nothing should be impatient.
What's more, he was dealing with Tzeentch.

Yes, this is the truth about the so-called God of Vengeance - all along, it was only Khalil Lohars who kept his principles. As for the god behind it, He doesn't care about anything.

Nine seconds later, he received a faint chuckle. This is no different from affirmation. The Lord of Changes was frighteningly honest at this moment, and actually easily admitted that He was secretly driving all of this.
But is this really the case?

Khalil was silent, and the more he thought about it, the more difficult it became to understand - yes, he knew that the Emperor definitely had a hand behind this matter, but he was the only one who supported it.
Not enough, far from enough.

The laughter sadly faded away.

Khalil frowned deeply, once again having deep doubts about his resurrection.

It rose up from outside the world of logic contrary to common sense. Once it appeared, it left a deep imprint on Khalil's mind, forcing him to look back from this moment on to the past and compare those tiny things that were not evidence. Catch all the traces and sniff them one by one.

He is as focused as a hunting beast, yet as calm as a drowned corpse sleeping under a frozen lake.
Only at this moment did he look like the same person ten thousand years ago.

Khalil understands that he must find a way to deal with those uncontrollable emotions. Otherwise, who can guarantee that he will have enough self-control the next time he breaks out?
If bloodshed really occurs
He didn't want to think about it any more, and instead began to redouble his efforts to restrain the untamable wild thoughts in his mind.

They may be a sentence, an impulse, or simply an abstract concept without any shape, but they are all bleeding with blood and full of extreme impulses.

There was nothing he could do about it. He had locked himself in the darkness for so long that that eternal moment truly caused indelible damage to him.
Khalil still remembers how he treated Luojia's skin after he escaped from the trap. Even if you use the best words to embellish it, it is a brutal murder, and it is definitely not for revenge.

Perhaps, objectively speaking, he did do this. But there was no righteous indignation in his heart at that time, only the surging pleasure brought by the use of extreme violence.

It's like he was born this way. No, he was born a monster.

Have I really become a monster?

He slowly stopped and turned to look at another corner in the darkness.

There, the demon named Lalhe stayed. Its temporary host, an avenger named Tujia, was looking at him with shock on his face.

"Hello," Khalil greeted. "This should be our first official meeting, Mr. Tujia." "How do you do, sir." The aggrieved person swallowed his saliva and replied.

He had obviously heard things from Lalhe that he was not supposed to know, and the fear he was showing at the moment was derived from them.

Khalil understood him, so he waved his hand rather sternly, stopping Lalhe from dragging him towards him.

The cloak lay down listlessly, completely covering Tujia's body and no longer showing any activity. The avenger himself obviously knew the reason for this, and the fear he thought he had concealed well finally dissipated a little.

"I'm sorry," Khalil said. "Large is not a creature that likes to follow orders. It must have caused you a lot of trouble in the past few days."

Larhe?
Tujia nodded hesitantly and said, "I understand - but, is there any way to make it, uh, leave me?"

The corner of Larhe that was originally hanging on the ground stood up dangerously, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with what he said. Countless scarlet beast eyes gradually opened in the silky darkness. Although it only lasted for a moment, it was genuine.

Khalil glanced at it, forced it to calm down again, and made sure that it didn't make any small moves before he began to answer Tujia's questions.

"It's certainly not a good choice to let an avenger stay with a creature like it, but we have no choice now, Mr. Tujia. What you have been through has had a great impact on you. For To protect you, Larhe may have to stay with you.”

His words made Tujia lick his lips slightly nervously. The aggrieved person was obviously not happy about this matter, and he had no right to choose. Tujia was silent for a moment, then nodded quickly, turned around and left the darkness, showing quite a sense of humor.

Khalil watched him go, ignoring Lalhe's thoughts that were completely obvious to him. He couldn't let it come back to him just yet, even if it would help a little.

An investigator named Tujia needs it far more than he does.

Carril thought about these things and walked forward until he arrived at a conference room inside the fortress, and then he completely left the darkness.

Kaiul and Scheher have been waiting here for some time, and the episode that happened not long ago did not disrupt their set pace and rhythm.

However, seeing Khalil walk out of the darkness with his own eyes still gave the supreme leader of the Blade of Judgment some shock.
Yes, the descendants of the Night King have always been good at operating in darkness or shadows, and stealth skills are the top priority in the training of new recruits.

Each recruit must conduct a solo infiltration mission at some point before they can prove their "independent" abilities.

But what is this?
Scheher was very sure that their 'instructor' did not exist in this conference room before. What does the ability he displayed have to do with stealth?
Stealth is a skill that outweighs all abilities. Even if you train all year round, you must always be vigilant. And now. Frankly speaking, Shehel thought of another killer king in the galaxy and his descendants at this moment.

However, their talents seemed to be somewhat different from what was happening in front of him.

Scheher himself could not say where this feeling came from. He just felt that this was definitely not any kind of "stealth" ability that he knew.

Khalil knew the complicated look in his eyes, but he didn't give any explanation. He himself didn't understand why this skill transformed into this form after that eternal moment of torture.

Therefore, even if you explain it, it will only mislead people. It is better to choose silence and wait until a good time to fully reveal these things.

Don't get me wrong, Khalil is not one of his friends, nor does he have any mystical tendencies. He simply believes that he does not have the ability to explain to others. He himself only has a partial understanding of many things, so what else can he do? People solve the puzzle?
"Instructor."

Caiul bowed his head in greeting. Sheikh followed closely behind and made the etiquette perfect.

He now has the urge to go to the Night Veil and read the Book of Night. He wants to read Conrad Coates's autographed works and the descriptions of Khalil Lohars.

Sheher really wanted to find some clues from it, otherwise, he really would not be able to connect this mysterious and violent person with the eternally calm person in the book.
Khalil nodded slightly towards them, and some thoughts flashed through his mind. He was already trying hard to control them, but he still couldn't help expressing his coldness in his words.

"You don't need to respect me so much. In fact, you don't even need to ask me for any advice. I can't give you any help."

Kaiul nodded, actually ignoring this sentence, and turned to talk about a news that just came from the orbit of Litatra: "The brothers of the parent regiment returned the news from the Night Veil, the traitors It has completely retreated and escaped into subspace.

"They didn't choose to pursue?" Sheher asked with a frown. "This seems a bit inconsistent with the character of Chapter Master Severtarion"

"Because he is not in command now." Kaiour said expressionlessly. "Now the director of the Think Tank is temporarily assuming the command position, and the whereabouts of Chapter Master Severtarion are temporarily unknown."

"Whereabouts unknown?" Sheher's brows frowned more and more. "Shouldn't he always stay on the Nightfall? Why is his whereabouts unknown?"

"The message link is being established, Grand Master." Kaiour gave him a half-hearted smile. "Therefore, if you have many questions, we might as well move to the position outside the fortress. My brothers have already assembled a communication array there. I believe you will be able to get the answers there soon."

Sheikh looked at him confused, wondering why Kaiul was suddenly acting so mean.

Naturally, he didn't know the reason, and Kaiour would not take the initiative to tell him the reason - no matter from which point of view, this matter was not suitable to be mentioned in front of another chapter leader.
He walked to the door on his own, pushed it open, turned to look at Khalil, and cast a question at him with his eyes.

He received a calm nod and a reassurance.

"He'll be back soon," Khalil said. "Ago has many powers, but rest or sleep are not among them."

After the words fell, he took the lead and left the conference room.

(End of this chapter)