Chapter 1413 Nefertari’s Secret

Style: Fantasy Author: MogdrogenWords: 2420Update Time: 24/02/20 10:28:25
In fact, Kayon himself knew that his situation was worrying even in the eyes of his companions. These days, he kept looking for information dealers in Comoros just to find someone.

But there has been no news from the other party, and it seems that he does not exist at all.

Kayon was not depressed. In a sense, this result was even expected by him. If Nefertari was still alive, she would definitely be hiding incognito due to her previous enemies.

Another point that concerned Khayon was who protected Nefertari or even saved her.

After all... Nefertari died long ago.

This secret was known only to Abaddon, and Khayon did not tell anyone else, including Soshyan and Talos——

Nefertari is dead.

She died in the hands of a Slaanesh demon named Zaraginel, who had countless ridiculous and arrogant names such as the Angel of Despair and the Bringer of Pain.

The two of them boarded an Ark world that was captured by the demon Slaanesh. Khayon hoped to find a suitable soul stone for Nefertari so that she could stay away from the constant torment of hunger and thirst, but he did not expect that there would be a soul stone on the Ark. There is an extremely powerful demon named Slaanesh, and this demon is even more terrifying than before because it has devoured countless Eldar.

They immediately fell into a hard fight. Fortunately, Khayon gradually gained the upper hand using his knowledge of demons. Realizing that the situation was not good, Zarajinel took the opportunity to sneak attack on Khayon, but her flying claw was blocked by Nefertari. .

But a powerful attack from a great demon cannot be blocked by a natural disaster. The tip of the claw passed through Nefertari's heart, and her soul died suddenly before her body had time to react.

The furious Khayon hugged Nefertari before she fell. While beating the demon, he erased the pain from the mind of the beautiful woman in his arms. He poured spiritual power into the dying body and forced the blood to flow in the heart where the heart should be. Places continue to flow.

Although the very essence of her life was falling apart, cell by cell, atom by atom, fading away from the moment her heart ruptured, Khayon stopped it all and convinced her body that she was still alive.

Over the years, the mental burden of maintaining the witchcraft that kept her on the verge of life and death became increasingly heavy, and it was also the fundamental reason for Khayon's declining strength during that period.

This is not a static force field, nor is it immortal. Nefertari still grows at the rate of ordinary Elda people - this is real life, allowing a corpse to breathe and move like a living being, but it is driven by her It’s witchcraft rather than nature itself.

This is Khayon's Blood Guard, the most complex sorcery masterpiece of his life.

In other words, the moment his connection with Nefertari's witchcraft was severed, this Ada should have disappeared. Khayon's persistence in coming to Comorragh was just the little hope in his heart - —Or maybe he couldn't fight the real despair.

If he hadn't found Nefertari, maybe he wouldn't have left here.

An unexpected situation occurred. Kayon was able to confirm that what he saw was indeed Nefertari, and her soul was tightly bound within her body.

The question then becomes, who in Comoros can do this?

Kayon immediately thought of the Bloodlings. These flesh and blood craftsmen were also soul masters. If they took action, it would indeed be possible.

But no one understands Nefertari's condition better than Khayon. She has been dead for too long and has been immersed in witchcraft for a long time. Her body is already different from that of most Eldar. Ordinary Haemonculi may also be very different. It is difficult to repair it, and only the masters of the Haemonculi Association can do it.

There may not be two figures for this kind of person in the entire Comoros. If you want to hire them, you not only have to pay a huge price, but you also have to be very high-profile.

Khayon is not stupid. He has been in the Eye of Terror for many years, and he has experienced many intrigues. He cannot fail to understand that Nefertari is his weakness, and the person who saved Nefertari must also have something. Figure.

But this does not affect his determination. He wants to take back people and do things. If anyone feels that he can control him with emotions and influence him, then he will tell the other person with practical actions. This is not only It is wrong and even more fatal!

The gunboat quickly arrived at the port station in the Bloody Forest. After the three people got off the boat, they walked towards the Lost Word. However, halfway there, Khayon suddenly stopped.

With his peripheral vision, he noticed a black feather in the lampshade of a street lamp nearby, so he calmly said to the two of them:

"I have something to do, you go back first."

Soshyan and Talu Sou looked at each other, didn't do anything, and continued walking towards the ship.

Kayon turned to the lampshade, stretched out his hand, and the next second the feather fell on his palm, still carrying a faint fragrance.

He grabbed the feather and walked towards a distant street as if he understood it. Then he turned several turns in the alley and finally arrived at an abandoned courtyard.

This may have been part of a large mansion, but now only crumbling walls, dry fountains and dead plants remain.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Kayon saw a familiar figure standing on a pillar.

"Nefertari..."

Kayan raised his head slightly and looked at the opponent. As soon as he stretched out his arms, the opponent's black wings spread out violently, and then swooped down at an extremely fast speed, the crystal claws on his hands flashing with vicious light.

The moment the opponent's claws were about to touch his helmet, the time around Kayon seemed to freeze. Then he took a step back sideways, and the claws scratched his eyepiece, splashing some debris.

"snort!"

Missing the blow, Nefertari twisted around after landing, and her boots with the same claws quickly grazed Khayon's chest, bringing up a spark and adding dazzling scratches on it.

Immediately afterwards, she launched a series of attacks without mercy, going straight to the vital point, but Kayon did not fight back, but just kept dodging.

"Has the anger subsided?"

Ten seconds later, Kayan violently grabbed the opponent's arm that was swinging towards his neck. At this time, his armor was covered with fine scratches, like a cardboard box that had been ravaged by kittens.

Seeing that she couldn't hurt Kayon, Nefertari was angry, withdrew her arm and then spread her wings, trying to fly back to high places.

"etc!"

Khayon 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.

"Let me go! You bastard! You liar!"

Nefertari struggled violently, screaming in defiance.

For Kayon, trapping the other party is just a trivial matter, the difficulty lies in appeasing her soul.

Nefertari's current mental instability meant that extraordinary measures had to be used, but she was one of the few things that Khayon was completely unwilling to harm.

"Listen to me, Nefertari."

Khayon stepped forward and wanted to hug him as he did in the past, but suddenly Nefertari burst out with some unexpected power, broke free, and then stretched out her arms at a very close distance,

"Well--"

Feeling a pain in his waist, Kayon realized that the opponent's crystal claw had penetrated deeply into his side ribs. However, because of this action, the distance between the two became very close.

Khayon did not push the other person away, but bowed slightly, folded his arms, and hugged Nefertari.

Although this made the sharp claws penetrate deeper, Kayon didn't care at all. He put his head next to the opponent's ear and whispered:

"Sorry, I just came to see you now..."

Nefertari didn't speak, but her slightly trembling body betrayed her mood at this time.