40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 18 18. The Ring of Fear ([-])

The blades dragged along the wall, making a screeching noise, and they hit the wall of the underground passage, which quickly became weird and distorted.In a dark and foul-smelling environment, such a sound can undoubtedly arouse people's fear even more.

Khalil walked slowly, taking his steps at a leisurely pace, so that he could better control the speed of the blade.

He has studied this very well. He knows what angle and force to drag the blade on what kind of wall to make a sharper and weirder noise.

Of course, his purpose of doing this is not to make experimental music, or to decide to use a knife to demolish this underground passage in his spare time.

In fact, there is only one reason why Khalil did this.

Sow fear.

Man is always afraid of the unknown, and that is his purpose.

Squinting, Khalil stopped where he was.He could hear the low panting of the person in front who couldn't suppress the fear, and the footsteps she thought she was covering up well.The underground passage amplifies all sounds.

He could kill her right now.

However, not yet.

Or rather, not enough.

After standing still for 5 minutes, a huge black shadow jumped down from above his head.Youhun bent over and whispered in his ear, "Aren't we going to kill her?"

"Of course kill."

"But, she ran away."

"She can't run far. The end of this underground passage is Lynch Avenue. She will find the leader of the Bloodfang Gang there, and then she will be granted asylum."

"Do the members of the Bloodfang Gang know her?"

"No, but they know the symbol of the Scolewalker family, so they will shelter her with suspicion, just like the previous gang. No gang can refuse the opportunity to have a relationship with the nobles."

".I still don't understand." Ghost said honestly. "Khalil, you said you gave them twelve hours to escape or hide, but the time is almost up now."

Khalil grinned slowly.

"That's exactly what I want, twelve hours is just a pretense, ghost."

"From the moment I say the time limit, they will start counting. They will tense, tremble, and even collapse hoping that the twelve hours will pass sooner. Fear will make them forget a lot of things."

"Oh so you said the twelve hours were a lie to them?"

"not quite."

Khalil chuckled. "They can hide, run away, or try to fight back within twelve hours. But once the twelve hours pass, they're dead no matter what."

Ghost blinked, he still couldn't comprehend just how terrifying Khalil's words were to their prey.However, he still has a few questions to answer.

Khalil had told him that if he had any questions, he could always ask them.

"Why do you know where they are?" Ghost asked suspiciously. "We didn't even do a pre-job survey this time."

"Because I have some special tricks."

"Oh. You said there were three of them?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't they stay together?"

"Because the Scolevoker family needs an heir to inherit the title, the nobles always have strange obsessions in some strange places. One of them obviously thinks that dispersing and escaping can better increase the chance of survival."

Saying so, a face flashed before Khalil's eyes.

He decided to save her until the end.

The rain continued, and Khalil had regained his energy after a seven-hour break.His neck was a little sore from sleeping on the chair, but overall it wasn't a big deal.

"Let's go, Ghost, she should have hooked up with the Blood Fang gang."

Khalil said softly. "Remember, remember to be quiet later."

"...Oh." Specter answered confusedly.

How strange.he thinks.Hadn't Khalil always asked to work quietly?Why would he repeat it?

Of course he didn't know why, and he didn't have to.

There are many ways to create fear.
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Lena Sklewok is almost insane.Covered in sewage, she shrank unkempt in the basement of the Bloodfang Gang's residence, not even daring to take a breath.

She is afraid.She was afraid that her breathing would attract the monster lurking in the darkness.

That vengeful evil spirit.

Just as she was panting in fear, someone knocked on the basement door.Lena Scholewok immediately raised the automatic gun that was coming in her hand, stared at the door without saying a word.

Her eyes widened to the limit, her mouth was opened wide, but she didn't dare to breathe, and the scar across her entire face was now slightly red.

A demented brokenness blossomed on this once-noble face, making her look nothing like Lena Scholewok.

"Er Miss Lena Sklewack?"

A hesitant voice came from outside the basement door. "I'm Ralph of the Bloodfang Gang, do you need a change of clothes? Acid rain is corrosive, miss? Are you still there?"

Bloodfang gang.
Lena breathed a sigh of relief, her cheeks twitched, but she still didn't completely relax.She stood up, walked slowly to the corner leading to the basement door, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any movement outside?"

"Uh?"

"Outside, is there any movement?"

".Is this your first time in Quintus? It's raining outside, and some people are racing on the street. There is a very suitable venue for racing at the end of Lynch Avenue—"

Lena Scholewok took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to scream.In such a short period of questioning and answering, the anxiety that spread from the bottom of her heart began to erode what little reason she had left.

Her hands began to tremble again.

"—no, no, listen to me, Ralph of the Bloodfang Gang."

Armed with a gun, Lena did her best to keep her voice dignified.

"What you have to do is very simple. You must always pay attention to the movement outside, especially the singing, and also, send someone to contact the Glory Warlord, and say that Lena Scolevok asked you to come. "

"."

The person outside the basement door murmured inexplicably, and then he replied: "Well, my dear lady, we will do it. If you need anything, just call me, okay?"

Lena didn't answer, she just trembled.

Something similar has happened once.

At first, she was hopeful that she would make it out.

Her confidence was also fueled by the attitude of the gang after seeing her clothes, and the Scribe Walker emblem she took out.

After all, not all gangs have nobles standing behind them, and even nobles who are hostile to each other will not let their gangs murder the other's heirs in the nest during the non-cleaning.

And then the highway nightmare came.

Lena still remembered that the first gang to help her was called the Blood Mist Gang. They owned an old building as their residence, and their number was not small, with more than 200 people.

Back then, Lena thought they could get her through the twelve hours, but she was wrong.

The twelve-hour countdown passed slowly, and it reached the last three hours.At this moment, at this moment when she thought she was safe.
Here comes the nightmare.

First came the singing.

Low, long, with obvious gloom.The tune is soft, but it feels like a knife blade is rubbing against the delicate skin of the neck.

Exactly the same as on the road.

It spread into the bloodmist gang's garrison, and into everyone's ears.Then, the killing of ghosts and ghosts came.

From the ground floor of the old building, screams and howls began to erupt, mixed with the sound of gunfire and spread all the way to the top of the fourth floor where Lena was. It never stopped.

and then?Then what happened?
Lena tremblingly swallowed a mouthful of stinky saliva, and the weird feeling on the smell and taste buds made her realize something desperately.

She knew that her honor at this moment might not have the temperament that the screewalker heir should have.She breathed the stench, her skin was burned by acid rain, and most importantly
She was scared to death.

She was so scared that she didn't even want to recall how the monster broke into the last floor and killed everyone in front of her eyes.

Trembling, Lena took out a pocket watch from her pocket.It's in 24-hour time, it's beautiful, and it has the coat of arms of the Scolewerk family on the back.Nest people don't care about time, but nobles do.

They knew that above Nostramo's seething purple-black clouds lay a feeble sun.

Lena Scholewok looked at her watch, watching the minute and second hands hopefully and tremblingly.On the silver-white dial of this pocket watch, they moved slowly.The mechanical click echoed her heartbeat.

Almost there, almost there.
Twelve hours are approaching.

She was whimpering, sobbing in the filthy basement of a scornful nest gang.

Her clothes were filthy, her expression was broken, her fingernails were pitch black, and the bottoms of her exquisite leather boots were covered with mud that she had made while fleeing.

but--

Twelve hours are approaching.

And the last 5 minutes.

As long as these 5 minutes are spent, she can return to the upper nest.Then she can be Lena Scolework again, and she can rely on the strength of her family to strangle that monster in the Great Cleansing. It may be able to withstand forty private soldiers, but what about four hundred?
Yes, yes, definitely can.

She sobbed and laughed, alternate expressions of despair and hope flashing back and forth across her dirty face.She looked at the pocket watch, counted its beats silently, and secretly longed for the time to become faster in her heart.

then.

at last.

5 minutes. It's over.The second hand passed, then the minute hand, and finally the hour hand.They jumped over the primitive numbers, and continued to beat on the machinery that only the nobles could understand.

Lena stared at it blankly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Trembling, she stood up, still weeping, but weeping with ecstasy.A smile inevitably spread from the corner of her mouth, and she almost wanted to laugh out loud.There was no killing sound as before from outside the basement door, which meant that the monster hadn't found her.

It is lost!

She walked up the stairs little by little, her boots clattering against the wood.Lena Sklevok pushed open the basement door hopefully, and then she saw—

Dead body.

There is also a dark shadow.

Finally, there is a low singing voice.

Low, long, with obvious gloom.The tune is soft, but it feels like a knife blade is rubbing against the delicate skin of the neck.

"No, no, no"

At the end of her life, Lena Scholewok screamed in dismay, the voice of a slaughtered beast.

　First of all, I would like to thank you for your monthly tickets and support.

　　Then I said two things. The first is that the update is advanced. Although the midnight update is in line with the Legion's standards, it is indeed a bit of a ghost.

　　Second, some readers should actually see that the timeline of this book has been adjusted by me.For example, Curz is only one and a half years old, but Earl the Tattoo is an adult. I made this decision after making trade-offs.

　　After all, this is a fanfic.

　　Also, I really want him to die.

　　(he will die tomorrow anyway)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)