Chapter 791 Shut up, Slaanesh Warrior

"I'm not alone." Khayon said, which frightened the mutants working nearby. In their eyes, this was a symbol of a space marine communicating with a demon.

They quickly retreated, huddled in the shadows, covered their ears with their hands, closed their eyes, and prayed that they would not be torn to pieces by Khayon or some unknown existence.

"Oh~ You are not alone." Mefitari pouted, which made her look a little cute, but her action of playing with the crystal claws destroyed this beauty.

She scratched Khayon's armor and continued, "You are just very lonely. Your former mentor Asaka, who was albino and mentally ill, died; the demon in the skin of a beast was also lost; only Telemanon was still alive, but he was a damned son of the emperor, a fallen person with the same mental problem."

Khayon was angry and impatient and tried to interrupt Mefitari's teasing, but Mefitari just jumped and landed on Khayon's shoulder and continued to speak.

"Now you are leaving your sister behind, what do you have left?"

"I still have you." Khayon blurted out.

Mefitari was stunned for a long time, her face changed many times in an instant, smiling, sad, helpless, calm, and finally her lips opened again.

"Yes, you still have me." Mefitari stroked Khayon's face and said slowly, then her body was caught by several hooks, she was dragged away and screamed hoarsely, "But you lost me."

The panic prompted Khayon to give up the scholar's reserve. He ran with a big stride holding an axe, the chain used to hang books jingled, and the demon sealed in the card roared in dissatisfaction because of the collision, but Khayon didn't care about anything and just wanted to catch Mefitari.

The busy mechanical servants turned a blind eye to Khayon, and the mechanical cultists who monitored their work recognized Khayon's armor. They bowed to Khayon or made a gesture of respect and obedience.

Although this was meaningless, it was a blessing for the lower-ranking mutants and slaves. The work of the Mechanic Cult was not disturbed, and they could politely ignore the arrogant Space Marines.

Ran to a competition round hall, where flags and commemorative trophies were hung again, and lifeless mechanical guards were fighting with Black Legion soldiers. When Khayon's footsteps were getting closer and closer, the automatic laser turrets squeaked out from the wall and aimed at Khayon, and retracted after a brief identification.

"Hey! My old friend!" A beautiful and convincing voice came, and after seeing Khayon turned a deaf ear, the owner of the voice followed up with a curse, "This wizard is sick again."

Khayon finally stopped after a disgusting snap, and he found that he had lost the trace of Mefitari, and there was a pool of turbid blood on his armor.

A few unlucky guys who couldn't dodge in time were smashed by Khayon. Before Khayon could apologize, a familiar and disgusting breath was slowly approaching him.

Abaddon's personal herald, Telemanon, was behind Khayon.

"It's you, the bastard." Khayon cursed angrily.

"It's me, the bastard." Telemanon said calmly, and he looked very elegant with a silver mask.

But don't be deceived by his appearance. Under his mask is a broken and hideous face, with scars all over his body from experiencing stimulating pleasure. There are also human leather faces on the gorgeous armor inlaid with gems. These faces are still alive and show painful and twisted expressions according to Telemanon's emotions.

Khayon will never like these children of the emperor, even if they have fought side by side, even if Telemanon has saved Izara's consciousness in the memory.

But Khayon also gave him corresponding rewards, removing the witchcraft on him, allowing this child of the emperor to have feelings again.

One thing is one thing, this is Khayon's principle.

Telemanon also disliked Khayon, because Khayon cast the spell that made him lose his senses, and Khayon refused to let Telemanon touch the lovely blood guard.

It was simply a torture. Looking at the pale and smooth skin of the Aida, smelling the fragrance emanating from her body, and listening to her elegant and angry insults, all of this made Telemas intoxicated.

"Brother, are you sick again?" Telemanon asked, his hand on the hilt of the sword, guarding against Khayon's sudden attack.

"It has nothing to do with you." Khayon said stiffly, and then he suddenly saw Mefitali behind Telemanon, stretched out his hand and begged, "Don't go, Mefitali."

Telemas heard it clearly, and his suppressed desire was suddenly aroused by this name. He looked around excitedly, and finally realized that Mefitali had died long ago.

He had also participated in the siege of Gomor, and fought the most bravely, just to leave a taste of teeth marks on Mefitalie.

However, Mefitalie died, and her body was burned by Khayon with psychic fire, leaving nothing for Telemas.

This made Telemas feel itchy and resentful. None of the other elves in Gomor had the taste of Mefitalie, just like the popular saying goes - what you can't get is always the best.

So Khayon saw the illusion of Mefitalie now? That's really good.

Telemas took two steps closer, which was already an extremely dangerous distance. In his impression, no one could stand within five steps of Khayon safely.

The buzzing lightning was already in Khayon's hand. Telemas took a deep breath and then considered his words, "Brother, you should let it go."

The telekinesis strangled Telemas' throat. He coughed and gasped and was surprised that Khayon's psychic power was so strong.

"You don't deserve to talk about her."

"Huh?" Khayon's attitude also aroused Telemas' anger. He used the face on his armor to roar, "You don't deserve to have her! That angel! That delicious and lovely angel, you don't understand the similarity between me and her at all. I crave her, just like she craves me."

"Idiot." Khayon pierced Telemas's distorted illusion.

The Emperor's Children are always like this. No matter how gorgeous their armor is, how beautiful their voices are, or how persuasive their speeches are, they can't change the fact that they are narcissistic psychopaths.

Telemas had coveted Mefitalie for a long time. He wanted to hurt Mefitalie, kill Mefitalie, taste Mefitalie, and have Mefitalie repeat the same thing on his body.

He even guessed that Mefitalie's sweat was salty, but Kayan knew his guess was wrong.