A blood-stained ring slipped out from Soshiyang's chest, and the sharp blade that was about to approach his forehead finally froze 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:
"You are back...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...ah, yes, how could I forget that you are their descendant."
"Who are you anyway?"
The Eldar let go of his hand and stood up straight again.
"Follow me, I owe you this."
Soshyan struggled to stand up. The wounds on his body caused pain to accompany his every movement. Although he did not trust the alien, he still wanted to know what the other party was trying to do.
Suddenly, the spirit tribe stopped and looked back at Soshiyang's waist.
"Close that thing."
Soshyan was stunned for a while, and then bound the book again with chains, 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 tied 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 translucent material.
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.
It seems like a demon, but it's different.
"This is not a low-level thing called a 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, streaking through the air filled with psychic power.
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, Soshyan's eyes felt stinging, and a series of inexplicable words formed in his mind, causing him to take a step back subconsciously.
"What's this?"
The Eldar didn't answer. The air was filled with the smell of decay like a tomb, and he walked towards the creature on the altar.
It recoiled, iron thorns stabbing out of its flesh, and each of its eyes was fixed on 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 on and on 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,
The creature on the altar struggled upwards, screaming and twitching its limbs, and its skin continued to stretch.
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, the broken flesh burst out, and the greasy black mist mixed with the cry.
Stacked in the air.
The creature was trembling, its flesh was covered in blisters, and its protruding blood vessels were condensed into black rot.
"come over."
The Eldar turned around and looked at Soshyan.
"do what?"
Soshyan looked at the altar warily, it was like an evil ritual.
"Eat it."
"ah?"
"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 spirit tribe said indifferently:
"You are seriously injured now. If you don't eat it, you won't be able to walk down there."
Soshiyang walked slowly beside the struggling monster and stared at it with a frown. He could feel the stench of subspace permeating the air.
"What exactly is it?"
"A fool who once called himself a god, put your hand on it."
Soshyan thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something.
"You know Gray Marrow!?"
"Hmph, do you often feel inexplicably empty?"
"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 power, 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.
"Can't help but eat everyone around you."
"this--"
"Okay, now put your hand up."
Soshyan hesitated for a moment, and 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 brand 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 brand new. A new force surged through his veins, making his bones creak.
After more than ten seconds, 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 on earth are you——"
Soshiyang turned around, still trying to figure out the purpose of this spirit race, but found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a sound echoing in the air.
"Go home, lost children...remember...never...let them escape..."
Suddenly, Soshyan felt a spin. When he thought he was going to faint again, he found that everything had disappeared, the altar disappeared, and the room disappeared. He was standing in a collapsed hall, surrounded by collapsed buildings.