40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 738 30. Insurmountable (End)

When the already dim light was dimmed by a tremor that was strong enough to make a person fall, the young sailor Tobini did not think about anything. His mind was blank and he even forgot that he should be afraid.
It was not until he heard screams in his ears that he realized what was happening at the moment, but he was no longer able to respond.

In the pitch-dark environment, the crowds were running around, and the smell of sweat, blood, and someone's strong body odor rushed into his nose, making the 17-year-old boy dizzy. He had no choice but to go with the flow and move with the crowd.

His feet had been stepped on and he lost feeling. He also felt pain under his left ribs from an elbow from someone unknown. But none of this could compare to his headache. The screams and curses that were everywhere were driving him crazy.
Fortunately, the world soon quieted down.

Of course, the method was not as peaceful as he wished, but was accompanied by violent explosions and some strange screams.

The former allowed Tobini to fly in a real sense, while the latter caused him to lose his hearing temporarily. In the few seconds he was floating in the air, he had a moment of great enjoyment of the experience of being deaf, but when he fell heavily into a pool of hot, sticky blood, this gratitude quickly turned into panic.

It was still dark all around, but now it was no longer a question of whether or not he could see. Despite the dizziness, Tobini reached out and felt around, but something sharp pierced his fingers. The intense pain was like a burning fire and was unbearable, but he did not flinch and continued to feel around.
He quickly determined that he was touching bones or something similar. The feel of warm flesh and blood was so unique that he could quickly guess the truth even though he had never had such an experience before.

So he immediately withdrew his hand, lay face down, held his breath, and did not move.

He didn't know how long it had been, but his hearing finally returned with a high-pitched buzzing and pain. The strange tingling and itchiness in his ears made Tobini want to reach out and scratch them, but he didn't dare to move at this moment.

His heart was beating wildly, so loud that he almost wanted to cry - Emperor, please make my heart beat a little quieter.
He prayed like this, but the buzzing in his ears was still strong, and other sounds slowly broke in. They were a unique, vicious laugh, accompanied by a strong scream and the horrific sound of a sharp knife entering the body.

Tobini's eyes widened and his breathing stopped, but even so, he was shaking uncontrollably, especially his fingers - the sailor immediately and quietly stretched them out and put them under some soft heavy objects to cover them.

He no longer had time to consider whether doing so would cause the dead to come and trouble him. He just wanted to survive, or for those monsters of unknown origin to emerge from the darkness and kill him.

It would be better to die. Tobini thought in fear.

He had no way of controlling his emotions. Pretending to be dead and lying motionless like this was the best reaction he could have. The noises coming from all around him were simply too terrifying.

He heard the creatures torturing a man, who at first begged for mercy, but after only two minutes turned into a plea for release.

He mumbled the word "Have Mercy" and the monsters laughed at him as if he had told a very funny joke. Then they left him there and went on to torture another woman.

Tobini had no idea what they had done, but that was what was too much for him—pulling teeth? Cutting out tongues? Gouging out eyes? God, how could a person make such a sound? What on earth had they done?
Something came to him in the midst of his darkening imagination.

Its steps were gentle, but Tobini noticed them, and he couldn't help noticing them, because the thing was stepping on the body of a corpse where he had hidden his fingers.

Then there was a muffled "puff" sound, and the thing said something in a strange language, followed by another chuckle, and then it left.

But Tobini still didn't dare to move, not even to open his eyes. His lips and teeth were filled with the choking smell of blood, and his breathing had slowed down to his limit.

Surrounded by howls and wails, time seemed to stretch for several lifetimes, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes, fearing that those things had already seen through his disguise and were standing beside him waiting.
And his feeling seemed to be right.

A cold blade stabbed into his right leg, followed by a twist. A voice slowly sounded in the ear of Tobini, who was struggling suddenly. The accent was strange, but it was still High Gothic.

"You're so funny, monkey."

Tobini screamed.

A cold force grabbed his head and lifted him up. A faint blue light suddenly lit up, and the appearance of those things appeared before him.

One after another, they were extremely black, strangely tall, and frighteningly thin. Their bodies were covered in blood, and some of them even had freshly peeled human faces worn around their waists.

The face had been distorted, the eyes had become deep holes, the mouth was fixed with iron nails into a funny angle, the opening was long and narrow, as if laughing silently. All this was like an extremely real nightmare, completely crushing the young sailor with fear.

He fell to the ground in a daze and was forced to crawl, with the blade still stuck in his leg. One of them put a spiked collar on him and then began to whip him, constantly giving him orders and asking him to imitate the captain or first mate's tone to belittle his act of pretending to be dead.
He lost all his sanity amidst the contemptuous laughter around him. As for what happened next, Tobini actually couldn't remember it clearly, he just felt that everything was like a whirlpool of hallucination.

Corpses, screams, sailors nailed to the wall and skinned. And him, who was whipped continuously, with his back torn and flesh exposed, but still couldn't stop it all.

The laughter continued, almost to the point of laughter. The strange voice that spoke to him then said something that etched itself deeply into Tobini's mind during his confusion.

"Well done, monkeys. You are indeed more suitable for crawling on your knees."

When did this all end?

Tobini had no answer, he only knew that the light suddenly went out again, and it was not the work of those monsters. Their voices echoed in his ears, with obvious confusion and vigilance.

He stopped crawling. His arms ached, his whole body was in pain, and bleeding. But he miraculously regained consciousness. Perhaps it was the tone of those things that made him sober, or perhaps it was the chill.

Yes, chill.

It was impossible to find where it came from, but it was everywhere, filling the dark cabin. The bloody smell of hundreds of corpses was still real, but Tobini smelled another smell - not the smell of human blood, our blood would not be so smelly and fishy.
The smell was so strong that it even made him sneeze uncontrollably.

One of the monsters was very dissatisfied with this and suddenly pulled the chain connected to the collar on his neck, pulling him to the ground. Then, singing was heard in the darkness.

It was low and long, sounding almost like some kind of chant, filled with gloom and violence, which made Tobini's thoughts freeze.

The monsters gave some sort of short warning.

What happened next?
Tobini couldn't see clearly. He only knew that there was no sound of gunfire or charging footsteps in the darkness, only a very slight "puff" sound, and then something was swept by a huge force and flew in front of Tobini. He stepped back tremblingly.

What was it? What happened? Just when he was about to fall into a state of madness in the true sense, a man's voice came from the darkness, very calm, calm enough to make him involuntarily slow down his rapid breathing.

"It's going to be okay." the man said.

His voice was clearly coming from far away, but Tobini felt that he was assuring him. And this was the limit of what he could understand. He could only watch what happened afterwards.

The person who had spoken - the man - emerged from the darkness. One second he was speaking far away from Tobini, and the next second he was already in front of him.

His shadow was glowing, a unique light that illuminated him and the monsters around him. They were not expecting his appearance, and were even shocked. None of them raised their evil weapons, but the man was prepared.

He pounced on them like a ghost, and Tobini didn't even see how he landed before the two monsters' bodies were instantly torn apart. The other monsters started to attack with their gun-like weapons hanging behind them, but with many spikes.
But the man did not dodge, and at some point, he was back in front of Tobini.

His pitch-black coat began to boil, bubbling like boiling water, and something dark and sticky leaped up from it, forming a huge net that completely swallowed up the bullets fired from the guns.

As it subsided and turned back into a coat, the young sailor could even hear it swallowing faintly. The monsters said something again, and this time it was full of fear, and even Tobini could hear its presence.

“No,” the man said.

He spoke only this one word to them, firmly and cruelly, with an incomprehensible heavy will in it. The monsters immediately turned around and tried to escape without any hesitation.

Tobini was stunned. He had never thought that the situation would turn out like this. The man did not chase him. He just turned around and pulled the wounded sailor up from the ground. Only then did Tobini see his face clearly.

The face was extremely pale, the eyes were deep, and he didn't look like a human at all, but the concern on his face was genuine.
The young man's nose was sore, and tears fell down his cheeks, washing away the dried blood, and finally making him start to get scared. He fell to the ground, covered his cheeks, and cried with all his strength.

"Cry," Khalil said. "Only humans have that privilege."

He turned around and moved his fingers slightly. The drooping corners of his coat immediately jumped up and turned into terrifying tentacles that shot out and ran into the deep darkness not far away. After a few seconds, accompanied by panicked screams, the fleeing dark elves were pulled back one by one.

Khalil looked at them, raised his right hand slightly, and waved it gently, and the impatient Lalch devoured them completely.

The chewing sound continued, and the wailing sound was heard everywhere, which frightened the young sailor who had just been rescued and made him stop crying. He raised his head and looked at Khalil, who was staring at him.

"I, I" he stuttered out a few syllables.

Khalil smiled at him, a stiff smile, completely different from the cold smile he usually had, almost its opposite, full of encouragement.

Then he took off his hat again, presented it to him, and tapped his finger on the emblem of the Inquisition at its center.

"Do you know this?"

The sailor looked at it in panic, his whole body trembled, and then quickly softened, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden.

"The Emperor bless you, the Emperor bless you"

Khalil reached out again to pull him up, patted his shoulder, and used his psychic power with a skill that was almost completely unfamiliar to him to stop the bleeding of the wounds on the only survivor.

The latter was completely unaware of all this and was simply immersed in the great shock of surviving the disaster. He hugged himself tightly, his fingers had turned white and his nails were deeply pierced into his arms.

He muttered the emperor's name to himself, and seemed a little indifferent to everything around him. However, this might be a good thing for him.

Khalil looked around.

Hanged corpses, two halves of human bodies cut in half by sharp blades and embedded in the wall, peeled skin, broken human tissues, people whose eyes were gouged out, throats were cut, and then hung upside down for dissection. In such a large cabin, the sailor in front of him was the only one still alive.

If he had come a little later.
These dark elves had nothing but efficient and varied methods of torture for fun. Even though he had cleared the entire lower cabin as quickly as possible, he would not have had time to save more people unless he summoned some power that could not be used at this moment.

Damn, I should have learned some more restrained psychic skills.

"Don't think about it, Khalil. You'd better leave two of your watchers and bodyguards alive. You didn't leave any alive."

At this moment, the sound coming from the shadow was surprisingly calm. If you listened carefully, there were even some subtle crackling sounds, as if someone was slowly snapping their fingers.

Khalil didn't answer him, but thought to himself, they have another ship.

"No, all the aliens on that ship must die."

He calmly retorted, the moonlight trembled, and a slender arm stretched out from the shadow under his feet, suddenly grabbed the corner of his coat, and gave him an order.
Lalhe whimpered in embarrassment, and Khalil sighed helplessly and gave his permission.

The next second, a dark shadow flashed by excitedly, leaving only a breeze blowing through his thin shirt.

Khalil raised his hand and pressed his temple, sending out a stream of spiritual energy upwards.

+ pull.+
+What is it, my lord? +
+Can you leave two alive? +
+I can't promise, your Excellency.+
+Please leave two alive. +
+Why don't you stay? +
+I tried it.+
+They also have a whole ship of--wait, okay, I get it.+
(End of this chapter)