Chapter 683 The Lost Son
A blood-stained ring slipped out from Soshiyang's chest, and the sharp blade that was about to approach his forehead finally solidified in mid-air.
The mysterious Dark Eldar stared blankly at the ring, then bent down and held it in his hand.
“You——”
It raised its head, looked at Soshyan’s face covered with blood, and whispered:
"Are you back?"
This ring was passed down from the Soshyan family. According to his father's notes, the mark on it came from their ancestors who fled Ullanor.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly realized that this existence might be related to his ancient family.
"Alexey, Alexey, yes, how could I forget that you are their descendant."
"Who are you?"
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The Eldar loosened his grip and stood upright again.
"Follow me, I owe you this."
Soshiyang struggled to stand up. The wounds on his body made every movement accompanied by pain, although he did not I don't trust this alien, but I still want to know what the other party is trying to do.
Suddenly, the Spirit Race stopped and looked back at Soshiyang's waist.
"Close that thing."
Soshiyang was stunned for a while, and then bound the book with chains again, and the singing disappeared again.
He followed the other person through the hall and came to a circular space. There was nothing here except an altar.
Something was bound to the altar, and upon realizing someone was approaching, the creature tried to raise its head from the altar.
The silver chain jingled as it moved, the symbols on the altar glowed brighter, and the white candles glowed green steadily at the edge of sight, but they did nothing to dispel the darkness in the room.
The only real light was the cold glow of the Dark Eldar masks, and the glow of the chained creature.
Soshyan looked at this thing carefully. Its limbs were bent as the joints grew. There were black feathers and joints on its shoulders. Its fangs and red eyes without eyelids expanded from its face. Its bones were wrapped in amber translucence. skin.
In that deformed body, many organs floated like jellyfish, and wisps of red light formed its blood vessels.
The creature struggled for a second, then collapsed on the altar, its face twitching and hissing at the two men.
Soshyan could feel something scratching at the edge of his thoughts, like an insect in a box, wanting to be released.
This seems to be a demon, but different.
"This is not the so-called low-level thing of the devil."
As if he could see through Soshiyang's thoughts, the Eldar let out a deep laugh, and at the same time the moisture in his breath turned into ice, filling his mind with spiritual power. passing through the air.
The creature hissed and tried again to break free of its chains.
"It's much more advanced."
He said, then closed his eyes for a few seconds, looking really tired.
Then, at some point, the Eldar opened his chest and took out an amber-shaped heart.
When he saw it, Soshiyang's eyes felt stinging, and a series of inexplicable words formed in his mind, making him take a step back subconsciously.
"What is this?"
The Eldar did not answer. The air was filled with the smell of decay like a tomb, and he walked towards the creature on the altar.
It flinched, iron thorns stabbing out of its flesh, each of its eyes staring at the heart in the Eldar's hand.
Generally speaking, demons do not feel fear because they cannot feel anything recognized as emotions. They are emotions themselves, a condensed form of hatred, desire and anger, and they only want to destroy the mortal world that created them.
So they are not afraid, just like fish are not afraid of drowning.
But rules and competition run through every line of their existence, unbreakable and undeniable.
Because of this nature, some things are intolerable even to themselves.
“After living for so many years, it’s time to end.”
The Eldar walked to the altar, looked down at the monster, and seemed to be mumbling these words to himself.
It was motionless, almost like a living thing for a moment.
Then he pressed the hearts into the thing's chest, and the creature on the altar jerked upwards, screaming and twitching its limbs, its skin stretching.
The iron chains tightened with a snap, the holy image shone on the altar, the Eldar whispered a word, and the heart immediately drilled into the creature's torso, and the broken flesh burst out When he came out, greasy black mist and cries overlapped in the air.
The creature was trembling, its flesh was covered in blisters, and its protruding blood vessels were condensed into black rot.
“Come here.”
The Eldar turned around and looked at Soshyan.
“What to do?”
Soshiyan looked at the altar warily, it was like an evil ritual.
"Eat it."
"Huh?"
"I said, eat it."
Soshyan's eyes widened.
“Are you crazy or am I crazy?”
"I didn't tell you to eat it with your mouth."
The Eldar said indifferently:
"You are seriously injured now. If you don't eat it, you can't go down there."
Soshiyang walked slowly beside the struggling monster and stared at it with a frown. He could feel the stench of subspace filling the air.
“What exactly is it?”
"A fool who once claimed to be a god, put your hand on it."
Soshiyang thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something.
“You know Gray Marrow!?”
“Hmph, do you often feel inexplicable emptiness?”
“You——”
This is a secret of Soshyan. Ever since the gray marrow spread to his whole body, he has often felt an inexplicable emptiness. This emptiness is not spiritual boredom or physical level, but simple nothingness. He even feels I am just a shell.
But he didn't tell anyone about this, he just buried his uneasiness deep in his heart.
“I don’t care what you call that strange force, but I can only tell you that it is the most thirsty existence in reality. If you don’t satisfy it, one day you will be unable to control it.”
“What can’t you control?”
The Eldar sneered several times.
"I can't help but eat everyone around you."
"This-"
"Okay, now put your hand up."
Soshiyang hesitated. After a moment, he finally slowly put his hand on the struggling thing.
The next moment, silver threads as fine as a spider web spurted out from his hand, wrapping the existence.
Soon, it stopped struggling, and a new power surged into his body. The feeling was so wonderful that it almost made him intoxicated, but he immediately reminded himself not to be blinded by his senses.
He turned his attention to his body and found that all the wounds had healed, and even the Terminator armor had been repaired and brand new. A new force surged through his veins, making his bones creak. ring.
More than ten seconds later, a sense of satisfaction filled his soul, making Soshyan sigh.
Then those silver threads disappeared, leaving only a pile of smoking black remains on the altar.
"What are you——"
Soshiyang turned around, still trying to figure out the purpose of this spirit tribe, but found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a sound echoing in the air.
"Go home, lost son. Remember not to let them escape."
Suddenly, Soshiyang felt a spin. Just when he thought he was about to faint again, he discovered that Everything disappeared, the altar disappeared, the room disappeared, and he stood in a ruined hall, surrounded by collapsed columns and decaying statues.
(End of this chapter)