hunt and eat

Chapter 583 Hunter and prey, Tagul who cannot die
"You said... prey?" Thagul's expression froze, and then his handsome brows and eyes deeply frowned.

"What do you mean, Neva?"

"Now that things are going on, do you still have to pretend to be ignorant?" Neva sneered, and the shadow behind her stretched infinitely in the moonlight.

The cold killing intent permeated wantonly in the increasingly bleak white moon.

"What are you talking about..."

"30 years, 30 years..." Thagul's anxious voice was interrupted by Nevan's calm and infinitely cold voice.

"No matter how many precious medicines I take, how many times I try the treatments that are effective on others, my body has never improved even for a moment."

"Have you ever wondered why?"

Neva's words caused Tagul to fall into long-term contemplation, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to guard against the white scythe that was close at hand, braving the cold light.

"In my pale and short life, I have experienced a total of thirteen life-and-death crises."

Neva dragged the moon-like sickle backwards, stepped on the snow-white moonlight, and began to move around Tagul.

Every time he turned around, the haze on his face increased.

"And it's an incomparable coincidence that after each time, a certain person's strength will have a breakthrough that is visible to the naked eye."

"Guess, that person..." Neva stopped diagonally behind Tagul, and asked jokingly, "Who is it?"

Cold sweat kept running down Tagul's neck.

With his head lowered and his eyes fixed on the ground, Tagul, whose pupils shrank and enlarged for a while, his teeth trembled violently, and it took him a long time to make a creaking movement before he said, "It's... me?"

With a noncommittal chuckle, Neva walked up to the former, and silently looked at the trembling Tagur with a pair of abyss-like eyes.

"Sa~ devouring your own siblings, what does it feel like...Brother?" With his back to the moonlight, Neva's entire face was covered by countless hazes, only a pair of cold eyes could be seen.

"Are you answering me?"

He had clearly landed in the taboo area, but at this moment Thagul felt weaker than ever before, and he was almost unsteady even standing up, leaning on the black knife tremblingly, barely supporting himself from falling down.

"I've never used [Tunyuan] on you, never..." Tagul wanted to explain something, but as if thinking of something, he was completely speechless in the next second.

In his mind, he inexplicably recalled Neva curled up at his feet when he woke up from a serious injury a few years ago, with an expression full of pain, despair... and disbelief.

What the hell have I done?
Why can't I remember it at all?
Tagul hugged his head in pain, and landed on his knees.

However, even seeing that the other party had completely given up resistance and fell into despair and pain, Neva seemed to remain indifferent, and just continued talking coldly from the side.

"You seem to have thought of something, but it doesn't matter, there are still many things you don't know."

"For example, how did Dad and Mom die?"

In the middle of the night, Tagul's breathing became rapid in an instant.

A pair of eyes buried in the arms began to tremble continuously.

"Did the two of them really die because of the disease?"

"Although I don't have much memory, but you who have kept a complete memory from the moment you were born, you should still remember... brother."

"Could it be... before they died, they looked similar to me, right?"

"Serious loss of vitality, gray hair, sickness all day long, and then one day...completely paralyzed until death?"

"Nah~ nah?!"

"You're answering me...brother?"

creak~
The blood gushed out unstoppably, and Tagul, who thought of something, crushed the upper half of his face, including his eyes, in an instant.

Surrounded by dense white bones and fleshy nerves, one can vaguely see the pink brain that is constantly expanding and shrinking.

However, even with self-sabotage to this extent, Tagul still did not die.

What's more, in a short period of time, the horrible injuries he caused began to regenerate rapidly at an unimaginable speed.

"It's really sad, can't even die, Tagul?"

Neva, who appeared behind Tagul at some point and hugged the other's neck tightly, said in an ancient tone.

The icy cold wind, with the indistinct white mist, gradually rose in the paler moonlight.

Letting go of the motionless Tagur little by little, the white-haired Neva slowly stood up.

Behind him was the huge full moon, which was close to the hillside, like a background board. In the inexplicable atmosphere, it became shocking like never before.

"But it doesn't matter, I can help you, help you end this long night forever and ever."

"You will die, forget this cruel dream, and wake up again in the sunshine of past memories."

"Or...to regain freedom."

Standing patiently under the moonlight, I waited for more than ten minutes.

Neva, who confirmed that there would be no other answers, was covered with white hair, and on the lower half of the face where the expression could not be seen clearly, a slight arc of unknown meaning gradually appeared.

Under the pale full moon, a pair of moon-shaped forest sickles, under the attack of the howling cold wind, gradually rose until they reached the top of their heads.

The blue illusory flame, with some inexplicable strangeness, began to burn wantonly from the blade to the handle.

"Then... farewell, my beloved brother."

In the whisper, the sickle brought up an illusory blue moon, and slashed across the neck of the ancient tower.

……

The cold wind is still howling continuously, as if responding to the silent call in the surrounding dark night.

At a certain moment, the pale moonlight was inexplicably stained with a rich and unmelting blood color.

His gaze skipped below him, the scythe blade was firmly grasped by a dissimilated palm full of black scales, under Neva's face covered by drooping white hair, there seemed to be an incomprehensible incomprehensible message. Cool voice.

"What do you mean by that?"

"After all, are you still greedy for the life that shouldn't belong to you?"

"Well, none of that matters."

Taking a few steps back, Neva looked at the silent man who stood up slowly with his back turned to him, and gradually let out an uncontrollable hoarse laughter from the corner of his mouth.

"After all, we are all hunters."

"The prey you want to harvest, of course you should hunt it yourself!"

"It's the same even if it's death...Are you right, Tagul?"

Faced with Neva's ridicule, Thagul, whose face was covered in blood, just said in a hoarse voice: "I can't die yet, Neva."

"Before the threat of the forbidden dragon is lifted, I must fulfill my due mission."

"Mission?" Neva pressed his face with his empty left hand, and Neva laughed wildly, leaning back and forth while laughing, looking wild.

Facing the exaggerated movements like ridicule, Tagul just watched silently without saying a word.

After a long time, Neva, who finally stopped laughing, slowly put down his left hand, and looked coldly and mercilessly at Tagul in front of him with his blue eyes through his gray hair.

"What do you think you are? Tagul..."

"God?"

……

(End of this chapter)