40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 126 29. The Resurrection from the Graveyard (Part [-])

Maybe not many people will believe this matter, but there is indeed a medical hall on the Nightfall.

It is located between the upper deck and the lower deck. It is a quiet and cold place. The heat conveyed by the pipes in the wall has no effect on this place. It is a place that avoids all noise and noise skillfully.

It is as quiet as a cemetery. In fact, it does look like a cemetery. There is even mist here.

And now, if you can pass through twelve security gates, through layers of isolation rooms separated by airtight bulletproof glass, you can reach its main hall, a huge hospital room with power cables all over the floor. .

This place is completely different from the ward in the conventional sense. The lights are dim, and the environment is gloomy and cold. However, for those who have lived here for a short time in the past, these are meaningless.

In other words, the Eighth Legion didn't care what their 'wards' looked like.And Conrad Coates doesn't care.

At this moment, he was staring at a corpse covered by many instruments through the bulletproof glass and remained silent.Jairzinho Guzman, medical officer of the Eighth Army, stood beside him, silent with him.

Thirteen minutes later, a brooder in the hallway hummed heavily.So Guzman ran over and returned seconds later with a report.

He raised his head, looked at his lanky and gloomy primarch, and handed over the diagnostic report, but Konrad Koz did not reach out to take it.

"Would you mind telling me the result directly, Jairzinho?" the Lord of the Eighth Legion asked softly.He has his hands behind his back, and the cuff of his right hand is empty.

"As you order, Primarch."

The medical officer complied immediately. He lowered his head and quickly scanned the documents before speaking.

"According to the inspection report, the deceased did not have any signs of life, and there was no organic tissue on the bones for investigation. From a medical and physiological point of view, he was completely dead."

"So, what's the cause of death?" Curz asked again with a calm expression.

For a while, Guzman didn't know how to answer this question.

Four hours ago, when his primarch came to the medical hall with this corpse, there were still four medical teams trying to overcome the lung disease of the miners, and they wanted to reverse the patients who had developed to an advanced stage.

This is necessary, not only because Conrad Kotz himself said that 'any man's life is precious', but also because everyone in the Eighth Legion has seen North with his own eyes. Teramo.

No one should live like that, that was their consensus.

But now, they have left with the equipment, scattered to various medical rooms on the ship to continue their research work.

Conrad Coz explained his reasons for doing this and offered a deep apology for interrupting the work of the medical officers - but, Guzman was sure, there was no way his medical team would be able to figure out what to do tonight. no results anymore.

After all, that corpse was named Khalil Rohars.

"The cause of death was severe high temperature." Guzman replied in a low voice. "But no promethium flame can burn flesh without destroying bone, Primarch."

"According to our knowledge of science and the laws of physics, yes. Moreover, ordinary flames cannot keep his bones still hot."

Curz lowered his head and looked at the medical officer, his expression still calm, as if the mood swings four hours ago were all just a dream.However, where Guzman could not see, his hands were opening and closing repeatedly.

". Primarch, do you want to talk about psionic power?"

The Lord of the Eighth Legion fell into deep thought and did not answer.He was very calm, even a little frighteningly calm.Staring at his profile, the medical officer somehow felt a biting chill emerging from the bottom of his heart.

"No." Conrad Koz said after a while. "Not only—let's stop here tonight, Jairzinho, you can go to rest."

What about you, Primarch?

Jairzinho Guzman forced himself not to speak, and he stood where he was, continuing to accompany his Primarch for a while in soundless silence.Conrad Koz raised his head and sighed softly.

Then he smiles.

"I'm fine." He lowered his head and winked at Guzman in the same way. "You should have work to do tomorrow, don't you? There are still six hours until eight o'clock in the morning. If I remember correctly, it should be your turn to be on the ground today?"

"Yes, Primarch," Guzman said. "I'm in charge of Quintus."

"Then, you need to rest for a while." Conrad Koz said patiently.

Jairzinho Guzman didn't insist anymore, he quickly left the gloomy and quiet cemetery, leaving their Primarch and a corpse there.The medical officer was extremely calm, but he didn't go to his room, but to the upper deck.

This matter must be known to all the soldiers of the Eighth Army. He didn't know why their instructor came back in the form of a corpse before the 500 people who went with him, but he didn't really care about it.

This is a blood feud.Jairzinho Guzman thought calmly.And we shall have vengeance.

Midnight Ghost exhaled a slow breath of icy air.Jairzinho Guzman left, everyone left, and he was the only one left in the medical hall at this moment.That's good, he doesn't have to take responsibility anymore, he can be someone else for a while.

After 2 minutes, he passed the inspection and entered the hall.The mist lingered under his feet and did not disperse as he moved.The ghost slowly approached the skeleton lying on the iron platform with the pace he had learned.

He gently pushed away the instrument and the connected inspection line, and pushed the iron platform to a relatively open place.Then, he sat down slowly against the iron platform, as if he was leaning against a certain corner.

After a long silence, he just spoke.

"I know you're alive, Khalil," the Night Ghost hissed. "I could feel it. I shouldn't be hallucinating, right?"

There was no answer, only the cold dead silence, and a touch of cold blue light.The corpse trembled slightly, and its right hand slipped off the iron platform, leaning gently on Midnight Ghost's shoulder.

Ghost was taken aback, but soon laughed.

"I knew it." He said firmly in a soft tone. "So, hurry up and come alive"

He bowed his head again.
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Floating, familiar feeling, cold and lonely.The ghost is indifferent to this, just wants to wake up quickly.

He still has a lot of work to do. And that doesn't include comforting Midnight Haunter, yes.

Midnight Ghost doesn't need a ghost to comfort him, he's strong enough.

But maybe he shouldn't be called a ghost now, he's no longer a nameless monster.

Khalil Rohars, a name he took, became literally the anchor that anchored him to reality.

Even on the covenant, he wrote this name.He rolled his eyes, wondering where he was at the moment, but the world changed suddenly in the next instant.

A tired man with tainted blood on his face stood before him, sword in hand, staring at him thoughtfully.

"Khalil Rohars?" he asked slowly.

Khalil nodded as slowly as he did.

The man sighed and dropped the sword.He tapped his temple, the light flickered, and a bright room replaced it.

The firewood crackled in the fireplace, the dim light was very gentle, and if Khalil had to say it, it looked like a hunting lodge in the woods.

He turned his head and started looking for a window on the wall.

"There are no windows here," Neos said. "This is a corner of my memory."

Khalil raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and watched him sit down slowly.

Neos shook his head.

"I know what you're trying to say - it's sad to find a haven of rest in your own memory or something. You want to say that?"

Khalil smiled, but didn't go over to sit with him, even though Neos's chair looked so comfortable.He crossed his hands, leaned against the wall and shook his head.

"Aren't we all like that?" he asked quietly. "At this point, the only real rest is death, but we can't get real death."

Neos was silent for a moment, and his clothes changed again.Now, with his dirty boots, thick plaid shirt and callused hands, he looks like a lumberjack.

"...it took me a long time to realize what you just said," he said. "I used to live in seclusion in the mountains and work as a carpenter in isolation. Occasionally, I would hunt some animals, skin them, and sell them to the shops in the town down the mountain. That's what I looked like at that time."

Khalil glanced at him and nodded.

"You look scruffy." He smiled and shook his head. "It's not easy to take a bath in the deep mountains and old forests, is it?"

"It's not just that it's not easy to take a bath." Neos smiled.

"I made up my mind to be a normal person. I often shivered in the cold in winter, and I often forgot to move the firewood from the warehouse, which made them wet and difficult to chop and burn. However, looking back now, I was so happy."

"You are also very happy now."

"Indeed." Nios nodded. "It is indeed a kind of happiness for me to see the future of mankind getting better little by little."

"What a great speech." Khalil also smiled, however, the smile was only fleeting, and he soon became serious.

"How can that thing ignore the veil?" he asked calmly. "What price did he pay?"

"Blood," Neos replied. "His own blood."

"That's all? Just like this, can He ignore the blocking of the curtain and forcibly turn the war dogs into his slaves?"

Neos sighed silently.

"Yes," he said. "But what he gave was not like you said 'that's all', what he gave was probably much more than what you and I know."

Khalil narrowed his eyes.

"Very good." He nodded. "That's good."

Other than that, he didn't say much more.After a short silence, they continued to chat, as if it was really just a reclusive carpenter and hunter entertaining his friends.

But is it really sad to find a haven of rest in one's own memory?
Maybe no one has the answer.

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