40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 28 28. Caryl Rohars

who are you?
a voice asked.

Who are you?

Drifting again, his consciousness was blurred, and a kind of icy nothingness spread all over his body.

die.This is death?

"No." said the voice that asked him. "Khalil Rohars, nameless ghost, this is not death."

boom--!
Thunder roars.
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"This is not death," a man said to him.

He had a dark face, a crown of laurels, and armor of gold.He was very tired, even though his appearance was close to that of a god and he wore luxurious golden armor, he couldn't hide the tiredness rising from his bones.

"Who are you?" After a brief silence, the ghost asked.

"Who are you?" The man asked back.

Then, he shook his head selfishly.

"Are you Khalil Rohars? No, you are not. Khalil Rohars is dead, he knocked on the gates of hell at the last moment of his life, and you—you ghost, He came from behind the door at the appointment."

The blue sky behind the man is so hot, and a round of high-hanging sun slowly emits brilliance in the sky.

Glorious
The ghost couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his eyes.He hadn't seen such strong natural light for a long time, and when he saw the sun again, he almost had the urge to cry.

But he couldn't ignore that question.

"Who are you?" the ghost asked in a low voice.

The man didn't answer, just stood in the sun and stared at him.His gaze was peaceful, but it made the ghost feel an eerie annoyance.

"Are you one of them?" The ghost suppressed his emotions and asked in a cold voice.

"No." The man shook his head. "I'm not."

His words offered no proof, but, somehow, the ghost believed him.

Just this one sentence - he believed it.

"So, who are you?"

"I can't answer your question," the man said. "But it's not because I don't want to, but because I don't know how to answer."

"Are there still people in the world who don't know who they are?"

"Of course. Like you, like me."

The man turned his head and looked at the other end of the blue sky.From the moment his sight fell, there were plains and rivers in the place that was originally nothingness. Although animals were still invisible, at least it was much better than nothingness.

"I know who I am," whispered the ghost.

"Then why do you still refuse to call yourself Karyl Rohars?" the man asked.

".That has nothing to do with you."

Again, the man shook his head.

"This has nothing to do with me," he said. "But it's relevant now, ghost."

"It's ridiculous—you're telling me riddles and lies here, you act as if you know me well, but you won't even say your own name. Also, where is this place?!"

"Here is my memory," the man said.

He walked towards the plain ahead, and the ghost followed him, frowning.He still couldn't figure out what was going on, but it was obviously a better choice to keep up than to stay where he was.

Walk, keep walking—the sun is still shining gently, and as they approach, the appearance of the plain gradually becomes clearer.

Along the river, there are two scattered wheat fields.Houses made of mud are scattered scattered around the wheat fields, some children play happily among the dust and dirt, and a few dogs nap lazily in the shade of trees.

"Where is this?" the ghost asked in a low voice.

The man turned his head and replied calmly: "I've told you once, ghost, here are my memories."

"Or, let's put it another way. This is the Earth, the Eurasian continent at some point in BC. The movement of the land massifs hasn't wiped it out yet, and those people are preparing dinner after a long day's work .”

The ghost's hands began to tremble.

The man noticed this, but said nothing.He turned his head again and looked at one of those houses.His eyes glanced at the hole left as a window on the wall, and his eyes changed slightly.

The "you" ghost spoke slowly. "Again, where is this place?"

"Earth," the man replied. "If you don't believe me, I can show you more evidence, ghost."

".who are you?"

"What do you think?"

The man stared at him with deep eyes. "Who do you think I am? You already have the answer, don't you, ghost? You know very well that I'm not lying to you. Lies are unnecessary in a conversation like this."

Taking a trembling step back, the ghost began to take heavy, deep breaths.The man didn't offer this a chance for him to calm down, which he would if given the time.

But now, what he lacks the most is time.

Raising his head, the man glanced at the sky.The sun is still there, but the light is not as strong as before.

".Are you from Earth?" With a bit of hope that he didn't realize, the ghost asked.

"Yes."

"."

Affirmations, at certain times, are scarier than negations.

The ghost closed his eyes and didn't speak for a while.Unspeakable complex emotions were boiling in his heart, but the man interrupted his thoughts with words.

"I'm grateful you saved him," the man said.

"Who?"

"My son - you call him a ghost, I call him Conrad Coates"

The man shook his head slowly: "I didn't have time to give him this name."

"Is he your son?"

"Yes, a ghost. But, he's not what you think. He's not a twisted creation of the nobles of Nostramo, he is."

The man lowered his head and sighed.This is the first time he has shown such obvious mood swings.

".He is, one of my visions for the future of mankind."

the man spoke slowly. "I don't have time to say too much, ghost, I wanted to tell you these things earlier, but you refused many times"

"It's you who have been—" the ghost suddenly widened his eyes.

"—It's me." The man interrupted.

He lowered his head, and his expression became a little painful for a moment, but when he raised his head again, the pain disappeared.

He said blankly, "I don't have time to say anything more, ghost."

"Let me make a long story short. Now is not the era you know. The era you are familiar with has passed a long time ago. It is long enough for human beings to bloom and spread leaves all over the galaxy. However, if there is surplus, there must be. "

Before he could finish speaking, the man's body trembled strangely, and he fell to the ground suddenly as if he had been slammed by someone.

The ghost frowned, and stepped forward to help him up.

The brilliance of the sun in the blue sky weakened a bit, but the ghost didn't notice it.His attention was now elsewhere—a familiar coldness from where he had touched the man's armor.

"...is that them?" the ghost asked seriously.

"It's them." The man replied slowly. "Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it."

"That's it"

The man nodded, and something went out behind those black eyes.He stood up and continued the conversation just now.

"Human beings are scattered all over the galaxy now, and there are not a few planets as bad as Nostramo. Oppression and suffering are almost everywhere in the galaxy, and you should know what I mean, ghost."

The ghost nodded silently—how could he deny it?He has witnessed the dark side of human nature for many years.

If you want to test a man, give him rights.

There is nothing false in this famous saying, what the nobles on Nostramo have done after gaining their rights, even made him reluctant to think about it carefully.

"therefore."

The man exhaled slowly and frowned slightly.The sun in the sky was blocked at this moment, only the last ray of light shone on the ghost and the man.

In the darkness, something drifted towards him.

"...they are coming." The man whispered. "Our short conversation is coming to an end."

He looks at the ghost.

"I want to thank you, Ghost, for protecting him, and for keeping him from a rough and wrong path."

The man held out a right hand solemnly.

"But I didn't save you because of his wish." The man said slowly. "So you accept it?"

"Accept what?" the ghost asked.

"Be Caryl Rohars."

In the man's eyes, a golden flame suddenly rose, and there was a hiss and scream in the darkness, and the stench of burning flesh came in the next second.

"Do you accept?" the man repeated, his right hand hovering in the air. "ghost?"

"."

Karyl Rohars held out his right hand, and took that hand.

I accept.He answered silently.The face of a ghost appeared in front of his eyes.

I also owe him a knife.
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The golden-armored giant opened his eyes suddenly, and the golden light flashed like lightning.He clenched his fists tightly, pursed his mouth, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

+ Your Majesty. +
+ I know, Malcador, I know. +
+ You are taking a big gamble. +
+I already know the opponent's hole cards, so how do I start with a big bet? +
+However, that ghost...has a lot of doubts about him. +
+ A man's character is shaped by the past, and a man's actions are shaped by his character.You know that, don't you? +
+Since you insist on this, I have nothing to say.Who made me the palm printer?However, you'd better pay attention. +
+ pay attention to what? +
+ It is a very bad habit to ask questions knowingly, Your Majesty.Also, your audacity to use psychic power across half the galaxy to bring a person back to life and reincarnate him bothers me too. +
+Although I'm asking knowingly, don't you answer, Malcador? +
+ That's because I can't help it, Your Majesty! +
The golden armored giant smiled and stood up.Came to the porthole of his room, turned his back on the magnificence brought by this created identity.He'd never liked fancy decorations, but now that he was the 'Emperor' he had to.

Gazing at the stars outside the window, the giant nodded thoughtfully.

+ Anyway, Malcador, trust me once, how about it? +
+His Majesty+
+Huh? +
+ I always believe in you.However, it might be time for you to take a look at your heirs.Lorgar and Rogal Dorn disagreed on some points of view.They want to hear your explanation+
The giant was silent.

+ Send the Custodians. +
　Did I say no knife?You still don't believe it.

　　In addition, interested readers can guess where the Emperor is now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)