Chapter 785 Brother and Sister

++Hello, Khayon. ++

The emotionless synthesized voice echoed in the core cabin, and the coldness made Khayon feel a little sad.

His sister, his once lively and optimistic sister has become what she is now.

Izara's naked body floated in an incubator filled with blue nutrient solution. Medusa-like cables were implanted in her hairless head, connecting her to thousands of cabins and countless machines.

On the side of the incubator were placed secondary brains, some of which were the product of biosynthetic engineering, and some were taken from living people. These brains were tightly and neatly arranged, clinging to the wall of the box like leeches.

These brains strengthened Izara's processing power and shared her burden, but also made her consciousness washed out and crowded.

But this is already a pretty good ending.

In many ways.

After being attacked by the psychic poisonous bees, he successfully survived, became a memory under the transformation of the Mechanicus, left the narrow and closed battleship of the Terranok, and boarded the larger and more well-equipped Vengeful Spirit.

Compared with those organs that were broken into a ball and suspended in the incubator, Izara, who still had a human form, was lucky enough to make a great demon envious.

"Are you okay?" Khayon asked, and he had to say this every time he came here.

++Everything is functioning normally. But I think there is something missing behind you, and I can't remember it.++

"Gail, Mekari, Jehar, Nefertari, do you remember? My sister?"

The long silence made Khayon nervous. After his sister was connected to the Vengeful Spirit, a huge war beast, her individual consciousness became weaker and weaker. Although Kalbohar had reprogrammed the thinking circuit of the secondary brain, Khayon's sister still had the possibility of losing herself.

From Izara to a memory, this is the inevitable outcome. The only thing Khayon can do is to make this day come later.

++I. I seem to remember it. ++

The cold synthesized voice sounded so warm at this time. Khayon couldn't help but tighten the scepter in his hand, waiting for his sister to continue answering.

++Is Gale the wolf? ++

"Yes, a ghost wolf."

As a warp demon, Gale never blinks or drools, and there is no trivial problem such as hair loss.

The claws and teeth flashed with black glass light, the eyes were pale and cold, and the fur on the body exuded the smell of burnt ashes after the fire was burned out, but the touch was surprisingly good.

Before Gale left him, Khayon liked to communicate with this ghost wolf telepathically and gently stroked her soft fur.

Gale seemed to lack perception of Khayon's touch, and she never showed any joy or boredom.

This may be attributed to Gale's Tzeentch attributes. If Gale was a demon of Slaanesh, she might respond to Khayon's touch.

++Gale. Gale.++

Izara repeated it twice more, trying to remember the name. Khayon could see the hook of a secondary brain trembling, which was a manifestation of Izara deleting and adding new information.

++I still remember that wolf. Her obsidian paws made a crisp clacking sound on the deck. She was always curious and would swoop into the shadows to explore uninvited guests. ++

"Yes, she is like this. Curiosity is the driving force of all her activities."

++Then why didn't she come to see me? I missed her. ++

Khayon was silent for a while. Although Gale had never communicated with Izara, his sister really liked this ghost wolf.

Because she was very lonely, the only things that could accompany her were the uploading and downloading of various programs and the startup and shutdown of various machines.

When Kalbohar forcibly pulled Izara's consciousness out of the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness formed by the secondary brain, this sense of loneliness seemed to be magnified a lot.

Khayon still remembers the old Izara, or more accurately, the Izara that constitutes one of the collective consciousnesses.

At that time, the memory often said "we" instead of "I" as Izara would say, and even corrected Khayon's statement tirelessly, asking him to call her a memory instead of Izara, a symbol of a separate consciousness.

On the Terra Nok, if Khayon wants to get from his room to the core of the ship where the memory is placed, he needs to pass through many chaotic structures.

The turbulent subspace undercurrents and stable time and space in the Eye of Terror are intertwined, and the ships sailing in it will be slowly eroded and then enter a similar unstable state.

The Imperial fleet can return to the real universe to alleviate this erosion, but Khayon can only endure it silently.

It took two hours to cross the door that was difficult to open due to insufficient power, ride the shaky and creaking elevator, and endure the warp singing in the dark corridor before Khayon could reach Izara.

This process was not pleasant, especially along the way Khayon would pass through the hell like a slum inside the warship.

The huge mechanical structure was crumbling, and the operators were ragged. They bowed and cried to Khayon, as panicked as woodlice in the light.

Khayon did not hate them, nor would he deliberately abuse them. After witnessing the feats of the Emperor's Children during the siege of Terra, Khayon hated and disgusted the meaningless abuse.

Thousands of corpses were cleared out by the servitors, who died in the plague or some other weird attack.

The smell of these corpses mixed with the stench of the slums. Even though Khayon's helmet had an air purification system, he could still smell a strange smell tormenting his nose.

Rushing through here, thinking about how long it would take for the slaves to be consumed, Khayon would silently set a time at this time and prepare to replenish the ship's labor vacancies through an attack.

The warp is also fair. As long as you are strong enough, this is a place where dreams come true. You can directly guide power from the void, summon items, or pray directly to the dark existence.

But for those weak lives, the warp will show them the most brutal hell, and endless crazy imaginations will squeeze out of the bodies of the weak.

The staged death and distortion naturally formed a hierarchical society inside the warship. Whoever can live the longest and live the best will naturally become the unquestionable master of the warship.

This situation has appeared in Khayon's old warship and can be seen everywhere on Abaddon's Spirit of Vengeance.

Khayon and his sister