Chapter 632 The Lonely’s Conversation
“You lied to me, Iskander.”
She said softly, her dark, deep eyes meeting Khayon’s gaze.
The long imprisonment has made it increasingly difficult for him to distinguish the boundary between reality and dreams. Sometimes he also wonders whether he is just rotting in the darkness.
But he knew that would never be the case. In fact, compared to what would happen in the future, rotting quietly in the dark seemed not that bad.
But now, he enjoyed seeing Nefertari even in his dreams.
"You also lied to Itzala."
Silence said everything. Kayon's heart was like an open window to her, and there was nothing to hide, so He just looked at Nefertari and she looked back at him.
“In torpor, my people created the new god, we called her the Great Hungry One, her first cry burned our empire, her first gasp After losing our souls, she grabbed those souls in the darkness, and she still does so to this day. Therefore, I dedicated the souls of others to her. Their pain healed my wounds, and their cries before death were my help to comfort them. The lullaby of dreams, this is my destiny. Even though I have escaped so far, I understand what loneliness is. Kayon, I can also detect the loneliness of others. Your soul is already too lonely. One day you will Die because of this.”
“I am not alone.”
"Your albino former mentor is dead. He can't figure out why he is following you. The idiot with a sick mind is also dead. Only the fallen one who was enslaved by your witchcraft is still alive. There is also a dog wearing almost The demon that killed your beast's skin."
Silence returned to Khayon's lips again.
“I still have you.”
Hearing this, the Dark Eldar smiled.
Nefertari was born centuries ago and has outlived all of Khayon's brethren, but for an Aeldari she has barely passed her adolescence.
"Yes, you still have me, but please don't pretend that this is enough. You are not human, even if you still retain human emotions. You are a weapon, and you were born to go to the battlefield with your brothers. This is you Innate instinct. Without it, you will be useless. This is why you welcomed Fire Fist and Uriwan to join. This is why you insisted on saving Farkus and his men. This is why you have to obey Ah. Barton's order, your heart is contaminated by loneliness, brotherhood is the only purpose for your creation."
"Maybe."
This is not the first time that Kayon has heard this. However, such conversations between two people are very common.
"You began to resist, and finally began to resist the loneliness that troubled your heart, but is this enough?"
Every word she said deeply attracted Kayon and fascinated her. Incessantly.
Then, the Dark Eldar leaned in gently, playing with the crystal claws in his hands, making a faint tapping sound.
"Is this enough?"
She asked again.
"You were born to be a brother, and every weapon needs to be used, doesn't it? There is no one to command you now, Khayon, the Emperor no longer issues orders from his throne, ordering his children to In his name, the planet is conquered, and the One-Eyed King no longer looks into the abyss of the Sea of Souls, asking you to fall with him. Abaddon no longer needs you. He has the capital to trade with Ahriman."
< br>“I am my own master.”
"What a blunt, stupid pride. I am advising you to seek unity, but you think I am encouraging you to accept slavery, unity, and join a more meaningful group. When you throw off the shackles of the past, you are truly free."
"I was meant to be free."
She stood closer. Anyone else who dared to touch Kayon like she did at that moment would be ruthlessly destroyed.
But she belonged to him, his Nefertari, so he allowed her to brush the fingertips of her gloves still containing the blade against his cheek.
At this moment, there was no desire between the two beings of different races, only a simple and selfless closeness.
"If you are really free."
She put her arms around Kayon's neck and whispered softly.
"Then I will never dream of wild wolves again."
Kayon's blood became cold.
“Do you know what you are?” Qianzi shook his head silently.
“You are a samurai far away from the battlefield, a student who has lost his teacher, and a teacher who has lost his students. You want to survive, but living lifelessly is the same as death. If you continue to live like this Go down and let the loneliness gather without resistance. One day, you will become like the other dead people standing in your shadow, or even worse. You will become another Itzala, your most cherished, Poor Itzara (Kayon's sister). "
Kayon gritted his teeth, but his heartbeat became more intense. Itzara was the only softness in his heart besides Nefertari.
Nefertari turned a blind eye and continued with a smile:
"Poor Itzara is floating in a tank of water, staring at the grave where she is buried, forever. I don’t know what hope is. But she has a reason to become Enamisis, otherwise she can only accept the fate of dementia and early death as a mortal, but why do you want to enter the eternal cage? "
"I"
"Shh, there's one more thing."
Her eyes caught Kayon's gaze.
"You are changing. I can feel the surge of your soul. You know, taking refuge in Abaddon cannot completely get rid of the wolves in your dreams, but they can."
"They .They are too mysterious for me to believe.”
"Just wait and see."
Nefertari's smile disappeared, she retracted her crystal claw, and then gently licked away the sweat drops that Khayon left on her fingertips in a very elegant manner. .
"That's it, we will meet again."
She said softly, and their eyes met for the last time, but she refused to communicate anymore and turned around and flew away.
"Nefertari——"
Kayon opened his eyes, but it was still dark.
Dead silence enveloped him, except for his slight breathing.
Suddenly, he became aware of his side and turned his head to look at the darkness on his right.
“You’re here again.”
Darkness and silence still pervade.
"Has the secret been discovered by him?"
Kayon seemed to be talking to himself.
“My choice?”
He let out a bitter laugh, like an owl calling in the dark night.
“Do I have a choice?”
Then, his face suddenly turned sideways and his brows knitted together.
"Are you sure you really need to do this? This will only deepen his suspicion. He is not stupid. With so many things connected together, even an idiot should see the clue."< br>
More than ten seconds later, the imprisoned Thousand Sons Wizard sighed.
"It's up to you, I'll answer that call, and you'd better remember to fulfill your promise."
After saying that, he lowered his head, as if he was trapped in another round. New slumber.
(End of this chapter)