This wasn't the first time that Nifitari showed her desire to kill, Kayang looked at her without saying anything.
"us--"
As Nifitari struggled to get up, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her wings were taken behind her and closed with trembling.
She swayed and was about to fall.
Kayang stepped forward and gently put his arms in his arms.
"Nifetari..."
"Kayang——"
It was silent again, this time lasted for a few minutes, and no one spoke.
Suddenly, the solemn air was separated by a beam of flickering lights, and the storm caused by the convection made a whimpering whistling, and countless ghosts also whistled in the strong wind.
Kayan could feel them trying to reach out, scratching Nifitari's skin and hair.
The unwise desire is driving them, and these descendants of Slaanes are longing for her soul all the time.
"Nifetari."
This was an apology greeting, and he saw himself through Nifitari's eyes: a tall outline surrounded by a circle of hot golden halos.
"How are you?"
And Nifitari responded to him with a cold stare.
"I'm thirsty."
She stretched out her hand, gently picked up Kayang's face, and said weakly.
"I'm thirsty."
Just a repetition.
"Nifetari..."
"I'm thirsty."
Her voice rose a little, from almost inaudible to whispering.
Nifitari is dying, and Kayan can feel this.
He could feel this from a long time ago.
Her heartbeat was scattered and weak, and her pulsation became weak, and she beated intermittently in her chest, and pain soaked every inch of bones and flesh, and even her soul was not spared.
Even the proud wing feathers became sparse and messy. The blood vessels under the translucent skin looked like black marble patterns. The slanted eyes were no longer bright and vibrant as they used to be, and became dull and dull.
Kayang gently closed the other person's hair with his hands in his heart.
"sorry....."
Nifitari looked at him, and his expression suddenly became gentle. He put his face into his arms and whispered:
"Promise me and let me die, okay?"
Hearing this sentence, Kayang felt a pain in his chest and didn't know how to answer.
Yes, Nifitari would never die without his permission.
Because she had died long ago.
Nifitari was killed by the Slaane Demon once, which was an irreversible death, but Kayang resisted the torrent of fate and tied Nifitari's soul to her dead body.
And, he infiltrated half of his spirit into Nifitari's body, and used his psychic energy to control her dead organs to continue working, so that every nerve she had returned to online.
In a sense, Nifitari is his puppet, and he cannot help but live or die.
But Kayang did not regret doing this, even though it made him consume a lot of energy every day—
Unresponded, Nifitari raised her pale face and showed a bitter smile.
Her weakness made Kayang feel sad. The storm in the void was her curse. The new god was pulling her life out of her body, and it took her seconds.
If it weren't for Kayang, she would never have been here, because this was a restricted area of ​​her kind, and no Aida would be willing to follow her.
This is Nifetali of Kayan, a descendant of the cursed clan, whose race no longer has a place in the universe.
"Kayang, you can't change your destiny, I'm dead."
Suddenly, she stepped back from Kayang, spread her wings, and wanted to fly back to the high place.
"No! I won't let you leave!"
Kayang's heart tightened, and immediately stretched out his hand and clenched it slowly.
The mental power of the psychic energy binds Nifitari's ankles and wrists, dragging her back to the ground.
Nifitari struggled hard, screaming and resisting.
Trapped her was just a trivial matter, but the difficulty lies in soothing her soul. Nifitari's mental instability means that Kayang must use extraordinary means.
And she is one of the rare things that he is completely unwilling to hurt.
Kayan ignored Gaia's reproachful gaze and Nifitari's crying, dispersed his mental power into her mind - such a subtle operation of mental power was never simple, and he was better at violent destruction.
Following the sixth sense, he walked through those superficial thoughts, emotions of anger and deep pain, as well as all emotions and memories, and went straight to the deepest part of her mind.
There are tens of thousands of bioelectric signals connecting consciousness and the body. Nifitari relies on them to manipulate the body and can cut these connections with just a simple mental shock.
But instead, Kayang carefully controls them, clearing these connections a little.
Gradually, Nifitari's heartbeat slowed down, his eyes gradually closed, and he lay on the deck again, like a broken puppet.
Kayang retracted his mental power, and the artificial sleeping would not last long.
Yes, no race is more pathetic than the Aida who is cursed by the gods.
Kayang reached out to pick up Nifetali, but as soon as he touched him, his body was broken and flowed upwards like ashes.
"No! No!!!!"
Qianzi roared in horror, trying desperately to gather the fragments, but no matter what means or witchcraft he used, the fragments would continue to crack into smaller pieces.
Kayang knelt on the ground with both knees weakly, and then crawled and beat the ground hard.
"Why! Why! Why! I did something wrong! I hate you! I hate you!!!"
Suddenly, a cold golden light shone on Kayang's body. He raised his head, and his tears-filled face instantly frozen-
"this--"
He opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say.
A slight whisper came from the space, and Kayang listened, gradually frowned.
"I......"
"Well!"
In reality, the huge impact shocked Soshiyang more than ten meters away, and the soul spear even came out of his hand, spinning in the air for several times and then penetrated heavily into the ground.
When he stabilized his body, he saw that this creature had just taken a step back.
But it still stretched out its arms, as if it wanted to grab some invisible nightmare, and the flames on its body began to sway.
The transformation of countless faces gradually slowed down, and in the end there were only two faces - one sadness and the other angry, which were changing alternately at an unpredictable speed.
Not far away, Thor and Talos also approached carefully, with a mixed expression of foresight and curiosity on their faces.
Then, the monster began to change again, and the color spots and sprays gradually appeared on its body.
Its skin gradually dimmed, first the burning spiritual fire sucked inward, then the slight burst of flesh and bones, and the scream became pitiful, as if the real terrifying creature was sobbing.
The flesh and blood fuse, the tendons connect, the bones are broken and rebuilt quickly, and everything is recast in the white-hot dense etheric texture.
Despite its slowness, the eruption of energy begins to roll back, forming solid bundles of matter and eventually forming-
He squatted at first, then stood up clumsyly, dispelling the slightest subspace fire.
Chapter completed!