Chapter 415 The Prophet’s Prediction
“I heard that most of your predictions come from dreams.”
Talos felt a sense of surprise, and there was understanding and regret in the other person’s eyes. .
"This shouldn't be the first time that you leave yourself to fate. I can feel it from your character."
Soshiyang's words peeled away the past. The scabs left behind were as if Talos was now a specimen pinned to his calm gaze.
Talos stared back.
He still remembers the sky falling, and he also remembers that he fell with it.
He still remembered Char's face and his last hideous smile, and the wind on Holy Terra that carried the stench of the corpses of his slain brothers.
The Eldar tried their best to kill him, and he also planned to leave himself in that world of death.
This is what he saw, and this is what should happen, but it eventually changed.
Is there still power to change destiny?
“I can see that becoming an Astartes hollows you out and leaves a void inside you, one might say it’s the ashes of a scarred soul, and that hurts. ."
Talos tried to bring his attention back to the present, but he couldn't.
They left him as dust and defiled ruins.
They abandoned him in that damn hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He can only keep running in a war about revenge and a broken future...
Soshiyan continued his words.
“…giving up doesn’t take away the pain, you hope it does because it’s easier to accept than the truth…but it leaves nothing behind, no hope, no relief, nothing Forgive."
Talos remained silent, but he could feel his heart filling with stimulating blood, his muscles tightening slightly, and his skin prickling with sweat.
Then he took a deep breath to calm down his body.
Soshyan closed the distance between them and looked at him less than half a meter away.
After a long pause, Soshyang frowned.
He removed the lighting ball from the iron bracket and moved closer, the heat stimulating Talos's exposed face.
“Wait, your eyes.”
Soshyan tilted his head and took a step back, then picked up a scalpel from the table nearby and raised it in front of Talos.
"Look."
Taros's eyes widened and he found that on the surface of the silver-plated metal, there was his slightly distorted face, but that was not the key.
The key is his eyes, the iconic black eyes of the Eighth Legion, turned into deep purple at this moment, just like the crazy subspace.
“How could it be.”
Soshyan looked at Talos, his face showed nothing, but in his heart, all kinds of speculations spewed out.
Does Talos' abnormal behavior mean that he has been seriously contaminated by the subspace?
Or maybe he has become a meal for the dark gods?
Perhaps this prophet is not as valuable as Sevatar says.
But in any case, it’s just that Talos is not a person who is quick to judge at the moment - he is a very complex person with strong emotions and desires, and at this point he is not even very Like an Astartes.
“Do you understand what is happening to you?”
Soshyan asked slightly sharply.
“I don’t know anything.”
“There is a smell of lies in your words, although it is very small.”
Taros looked away, Soshiyan Then she smiled at him, her grin splitting his face in the light of the lighting ball.
"So I have a question too, what brought you to Nessen Six, Prophet?"
Talos turned back to stare at him.
“I saw my own death, right here.”
“But you did not die, which may prove that your premonition is not always correct.”
"This is the only time." "Can we understand differently that fate is not immutable?"
For a moment, Talos thought he saw something on Soshyan's face, something that broke the mask of delicate control.
His eyes wandering in the shadows, the prophet once again felt the touch of fate, a firm belief and primitive ambition in the narrow cell.
Then it all disappeared, retreating back into imperceptible senses.
But Talos has seen it.
In that flash of light, he caught a glimpse of something, a slowly rotating, yellow and green planet, surrounded by an uncontrollable strong anger and impulse——< br>
Talos's momentary distraction was also caught by Soshyan, who stared straight at him,
"...did you just see something?"
Talos Zhang Opening his mouth, he felt his tongue ready to form words—to reveal what he had just seen.
He could tell the truth, could tell it in a few sentences, and he felt the temptation to speak these words, the need to address these unanswered questions.
But does he really want to help this mysterious Eleventh Legion?
Talos still doesn't know what new arrangements fate has for him, but what he can be sure of is that he will never surrender, and he will never stand on the "loyal" position again, even if Soshyan said Really, he hated the Eighth Legion.
But he is still the son of the Eighth Legion, this is an unshakable fact.
The decaying empire will never be his destination.
After a long period of time, Talos said calmly:
“I didn’t see anything.”
Soshyan nodded, his eyes like shining obsidian inlaid on his gray-white face.
“Very good.”
He pulled up the hood of his robe and walked towards the door.
"I will return, Son of the Eighth Legion, and when that time comes, I will decide your fate."
Talos closed his eyes and plunged himself into complete darkness.
For some reason, Dietrian's figure appeared in his eyes - he was stripped of his noble bishop's robes, busy among the dirty gears, and muttering curses on a man named Loken.
Suddenly, Soshyan, who was about to leave, stopped.
"By the way, those people are very good. The pharmacist named Valier is under review. We need to get some information from him, but you can rest assured that those are all peaceful methods, and that pair I have asked the couple to live anonymously in a peaceful place. You don’t have to worry about them. As for the mechanical bishop named Dietrian, he is happy to accept his new identity and is now trying to atone for everything he has done in the past. ”
Taros opened his eyes suddenly.
“You are the most despicable lackey of the false emperor I have ever seen.”
Soshyan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
"I saw the world you are looking for, Ullanor."
The prophet narrated in a plain tone:
"Look for a world with a large desert And the world of the forest, in addition it is threatened by a powerful force, I guess that force should be the green skin."
Soshiyang nodded.
"Thank you."
Talos snorted and said nothing.
“Do you think I was threatening you just now?”
The prophet smiled, but still did not speak.
"I'm curious, Talos, why do you think I would threaten a Chaos traitor with the lives of other people? Don't you still understand the character of the Chaos traitors?"
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Talos' shoulders stiffened.
"In the past, would you have accepted this threat?"
The prophet gritted his teeth, feeling as if he had been fooled.
Soshyan laughed.
"Talos Valkoran, as I said before, you are dead, the soul hunter of the Eighth Legion is dead, you have returned to yourself, from the time you cared about the lives of others , you no longer belong to the Night Lords.”
With that said, he disappeared outside the cell door.
Darkness once again enveloped the world of Talos...
I am so desperate, should I be okay?
(End of this chapter)