This was not the first time Nefertari showed her murderous desire. Khayon looked at her without saying a word.
"us--"
When Nefertari struggled to get up, blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her wings were folded behind her back, trembling.
She staggered and was about to fall again.
Kayon stepped forward and gently held him in his arms.
"Nefertari..."
"Kayan——"
There was silence again, this time for several minutes, and no one spoke.
Suddenly, the heavy air was separated by a flashing light, the storm caused by convection roared, and countless ghosts also screamed in this strong wind.
Khayon could feel them reaching out and scratching at Nefertari's skin and hair.
Driven by a senseless desire, these scions of Slaanesh yearn for her soul at all times.
"Nefertari."
It was an apologetic greeting, and he saw himself through Nefertari's eyes: a tall silhouette surrounded by a halo of fiery golden light.
"are you OK?"
Nefertari responded with a cold glare.
"I'm thirsty."
She stretched out her hand, gently held Kayon's face, and said weakly.
"I'm thirsty."
Just a repetition.
"Nefertari..."
"I'm thirsty."
Her voice rose slightly, from barely audible to a whisper.
Nefertari was dying, Khayon could feel it.
He could feel this from a long time ago.
Her heartbeat was scattered and weak, and her pulse became weak, beating intermittently in her chest. Pain soaked every inch of her bones and flesh, even her soul.
Even the proud feathers of the wings have become sparse and dirty. The blood vessels under the translucent skin look like black marble lines. The slanted eyes are no longer as bright and vibrant as they once were.
Gloomy and dull.
Kayang felt heartbroken and gently held the other person's hair with his hands.
"sorry....."
Nefertari looked at him, her expression suddenly became gentle, she put her face into his arms and whispered:
"Promise me and let me die right now, okay?"
Hearing these words, Kayon felt a pain in his chest and didn't know how to answer.
Yes, Nefertari will never die without his permission.
Because she has died long ago.
Nefertari was killed once by the Great Demon of Slaanesh. It was an irreversible death, but Khayon withstood the torrent of fate and bound Nefertari's soul into her dead body.
Moreover, he infiltrated half of his spirit into Nefertari's body, using his spiritual power to control her dead organs to continue working, and restore every nerve in her to online.
In a sense, Nefertari is his puppet, and she has no control over her life or death.
But Kayon does not regret doing this, even if it requires him to expend a lot of energy every day——
When she received no response, Nefertari raised her pale face and showed a bitter smile.
Her weakness pained Khayon. The storm in the void was her curse. The new god was sucking the life out of her body, and it was not stopping every second.
If it weren't for Kayon, she would never have come here, because this is a restricted area for her kind, and no Ada would want to follow her here.
This is Nefertari of Khayon, a descendant of a cursed race whose race no longer has a place in the universe.
"Kayon, you can't change fate, I'm already dead."
Suddenly, she backed away from Kayon, spread her wings, and wanted to fly back to high places.
"No! I won't let you leave!"
Kayang's heart tightened, and he immediately stretched out his hand and slowly tightened it.
The telekinesis composed of psychic energy bound Nefertari's ankles and wrists and dragged her back to the ground.
Nefertari struggled hard and screamed in resistance.
Trapping her was a trivial matter, but it was difficult to appease her soul. Nefertari's mental instability meant that Khayon had to resort to extraordinary measures.
And she was one of the few things that he was completely unwilling to hurt.
Khayon ignored Gaia's reproachful gaze and Nefertari's cry, and dispersed his mental power into her mind - such a subtle operation of mental power was by no means simple, and he was better at violent destruction.
Following the sixth sense, he passed through those surface thoughts, angry emotions and deep pain, as well as all emotions and memories, straight to the deepest part of her mind.
There are tens of thousands of bioelectrical signals connecting consciousness and body. Nefertari relies on them to control her body. It only takes a simple mental shock to cut off these connections.
But on the contrary, Khayon carefully controlled them, clearing these connections bit by bit.
Gradually, Nefertari's heartbeat slowed down, her eyes gradually closed, and she lay on the deck again, like a puppet with its strings cut off.
Khayon withdrew his mental power, and the artificial sleep would not last long.
Yes, no race is more miserable than the Eldar who were cursed by the gods.
Khayon stretched out his hand to pick up Nefertari, but as soon as she made contact, her body was shattered into pieces and flowed upward like ashes.
"no no!!!!!"
Qianzi yelled in horror, trying desperately to gather the fragments, but no matter what means or witchcraft he used, the fragments would continue to break into smaller pieces.
Kayan's knees were weak and he knelt on the ground, then he crawled on his knees and beat the ground hard.
"Why! Why! Why! What did I do wrong! I hate you! I hate you!!!"
Suddenly, a burst of cold golden light shone on Kayon's body. He raised his head, and his face covered with tears froze in an instant——
"this--"
He opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say.
There was a faint whisper in the space, and Kayon listened, gradually frowning.
"I......"
"Well!"
In reality, the huge impact knocked Suoshiyang flying more than ten meters, and the soul spear came out of his hand, spinning several times in the air before being heavily inserted into the ground.
When he stabilized his body, he saw that this creature just took a step back.
But it still stretched out its arms, as if trying to catch some invisible nightmare, and the flames on its body began to waver.
The transformation of countless faces gradually slowed down, and in the end only two faces remained - one sad and one angry, and they were alternating at an unpredictable speed.
Not far away, Thor and Talos also approached cautiously, with expressions on their faces that were mixed with anticipation and curiosity.
Then, the monster began to change again, with colored spots and jets gradually appearing on its body.
Its skin gradually darkened, first the burning spiritual fire gathered inward, and then there was a tiny explosion of flesh and bones, and the scream became pitiful, as if a real terrifying creature was sobbing.
Flesh and flesh fuse, tendons connect, bones are broken and quickly rebuilt, everything is recast in the white-hot dense etheric matter.
Although very slowly, the eruption of energy began to coil back, forming solid bundles of matter, and finally took shape -
He squatted at first, then stood up awkwardly, dispelling the trace of subspace fire.
Kayan took a deep look at Soshyan opposite him, his lips moved as if he said something, then his eyelids closed and he fell forward heavily to the ground.