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Chapter 451 Blood Son and Blood Father

Kahn could no longer remember what he had done to Kaul.

He only remembered that many terrifying machines stretched out from under Kawl's robes and began to tear his body apart, separating his flesh and cutting his organs.

It hurts, the pain of having your flesh torn apart, your genes being shaped, your body being reshaped.

But Kahn accepted it all silently. He was used to the pain.

Even now, he is immersed in endless pain.

Raum and Zhou Yun helped him suppress the anger brought by the Butcher's Nails, allowing Kahn to maintain a certain degree of rationality, but the pain brought by the Butcher's Nails could not be eliminated.

In other words, Kahn was unwilling to eliminate this pain. He was willing to let this pain torture his soul and everything about him.
This is the punishment Kahn imposed on himself, the pain he chose.
It was also Kahn's way of getting closer to him, trying to understand him, trying to get closer to him.

"Father." Kahn whispered.

The hot red gravel hit Kahn's face. The sky was scarlet and broad, the earth was orange and yellow, and the mountains in the distance were ferocious and ravine, outlining the edge of the wild world.

The strong wind blew, bringing with it the sounds of clashing weapons and wailing on the battlefield, which made people tremble. It was as if the strong wind washed away all the unnecessary things in this world, leaving the bloody earth and drowning all those who tried to resist.

But Kahn had already gotten used to all this. He had committed countless horrific killings in his life, and the world before him could not scare him.

But this world suddenly touched Kahn's heart, as if it summoned Kahn's soul to a non-existent hometown.
He vaguely felt that his head didn't hurt as much anymore.

Kahn was confused. He didn't know why he was here.
As far as he could remember, he was supposed to be on the operating table of the Great Sage Belisarius Cawl.

But he unexpectedly felt that he should be here, and this should be his home.
His soul should return here. This might be his hometown. Kahn inexplicably felt this way.

Then, Kahn heard cheers,
It was a cry of liberation, as slaves rushed out of the arena, breaking their chains with the rocks of the mountains.
They have gained freedom and are breathing the air of the world enthusiastically, as if they can give up everything for this moment of freedom.
They sang, they gathered, they celebrated resistance, liberation and freedom,

The gladiators sharpened their blades. This time they didn't have to swing their swords to please the audience. They had to swing their swords for themselves.

The dancer with the broken leg jumped onto the table with joy, and performed a random dance on the table with her artificial leg, not for her master, but only for her brothers.

Yes, brothers, brothers without blood, brothers of freedom, brothers of resistance, brothers of liberation,

They are not connected by blood, they are connected by resistance.

This song and this laughter flooded into Kahn's mind, and Kahn couldn't help but shed tears.

These emotions were so vigorous and bright that the butcher's nails driven into his brain by the slave owner were not as painful as them.
Slave owner? What slave owner? Kahn looked confused.

He can't remember clearly, his mind is so confused,
He only remembered that the slave owners had surrounded them seven times, massacred them seven times, trapped them seven times, and failed to exterminate them seven times.

The brutal attacks of the slave owners did not defeat them, and no freed slave betrayed him. Not because they were subservient to him, but because they were his brothers and sisters.

Be a free man or die a free man,
Every brother and sister said this,
They don't want to be attacked by anyone, and they don't need anyone to bow down to them.
They are free men, free men of their fate,
But he felt extremely painful.

The Butcher's Nail buzzed, urging him to kill everything in sight, depriving him of the ability to think normally.
He overcame this impulse with great pain.
What made him even more miserable was that his occasional bursts of rationality made him realize that if he still had a normal brain, he would definitely be able to lead his brothers and sisters to truly defeat these slave owners.
But he didn't have it anymore, his mind full of madness, anger and pain couldn't do anything.

In fact, if it weren't for the bright, vigorous, rebellious and caring emotions of his brothers and sisters that still nourished his soul and protected his will, he would have gone crazy long ago.

This is his innate ability to empathize with others and resonate with their emotions.
He used this ability to protect his brothers and sisters, and now his brothers and sisters use it to protect him.
It was the brothers and sisters who surrounded him and protected him, preventing the anger and madness from killing him and driving him completely crazy.

But brothers and sisters are dying,
Perhaps it was fate that was going to destroy them. A rare cold wave engulfed the mountains where they lived. No food grew in the land, and the wild animals disappeared.

He cut off his own flesh and blood and distributed it to his brothers and sisters, but it was ultimately a drop in the bucket. More and more brothers were devoured by hunger and cold, and the butcher's nail on his head became more and more painful.

The slave owners took advantage of the situation and pushed them into the valley, close to death.
But his brothers and sisters laughed, and they welcomed this final battle with songs of triumph.

Be a free man or die a free man.

Yes, that's it.
Free, loving brothers and sisters fought alongside him,

Until he was taken away, from the killing fields, from the last moments, from his brothers and sisters,
His father, the man who claimed to be his father and the Emperor, had taken him away.

He didn't actually hear what the man said.
His soul still remained in that valley, among his brothers and sisters,
He connected with their emotions, it was his natural ability, a gift from his father,

Each one, on the void ship, he could still clearly sense the emotions of each of his brothers and sisters, and sense their existence,
I could also sense that they were extinguishing one by one, dying in a nearly torturous slaughter.

He could clearly sense the emotions of each of them before they died, the cruel torture they suffered, and the naked pain, until the last brother or sister died under the slave owner's butcher knife.

Until all the care and bright emotions that supported and protected his soul were extinguished,
Until he realized that none of his brothers and sisters hated him for deserting the battlefield.

They blessed him with utmost love and care, hoping that his father would remove the butcher's nails for him.

Then he went crazy, completely crazy,
The butcher's nails had already destroyed his soul and will.

It was only with his talent for sensing other people's emotions and the support of his brothers and sisters' bright emotions that he was able to maintain his sanity until now.
Now, all of these are gone.

He looked up blankly and painfully at the golden man in front of him who claimed to be his father.

He felt the man's emotions.

It was a moment of cold, dead silence, and a black sun full of destruction.

So he went crazy, completely crazy, and let anger consume everything he had.

He was a slave again.

Kahn was breathing heavily, feeling a sense of shock, and felt that the scene he had just seen was so shocking that it made his heart pound.

He was vaguely aware of what he saw, but couldn't figure out why he saw it.

Kahn was in a trance for a while, and suddenly he noticed that he was standing in a valley. There were many tombstones in the valley, which was obviously a cemetery.

He subconsciously looked around and saw a tall man with bronze skin, wearing gladiator clothes and shackles on his arms and legs, not far from him.
The man knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone and wiped the dust off the tombstone with his big palm.
He noticed Kahn's gaze, raised his head and looked at Kahn, showing him a simple smile.

Kahn suddenly felt the anger and pain in his emotions flowing towards him.

"Who are you?" Kahn asked knowingly.

"Who am I? You see, I'm a loser."

The man spoke gently:
"I am destined to be a slave, first of the slave master, then of the emperor, and finally of the evil god."

"But essentially I am a slave to fate, a slave to my own nature."

"Until this moment, I have never understood what I am. I am a primitive, unordered, unprogrammed, unthinking impulse for freedom, the wildest rebellion in the hearts of the most oppressed slaves."

"It's an incredibly powerful emotion, one that resonates with countless oppressed people."

“But my freedom, yearning and resistance will not produce any results. It is too primitive, too impulsive, without thinking, without order, and only knows how to destroy but not build. In the end, it will only lead to failure.”

"And after failure, this emotion degenerates into meaningless anger, which is me."

"I can't resist my own nature no matter what. I am destined to be worthy of only anger and degradation."

Kahn was dizzy and trembling.
"But why are you here?" Kahn asked tremblingly.

"Of course I can be here. Your genetic sequence comes from me."

"You are my child - though I have never fulfilled my duty as a father - but the bond that the Emperor forged still connects us."

"I am still wandering in this world for a while. This is the only peaceful place left in my soul. The connection between you and me may have led you there by mistake."

The man smiled innocently, revealing an expression that Kahn knew he would never show.

"But, but why are you like this, you..." Kahn was so confused that he couldn't speak.

The man frowned slightly. He didn't seem to understand what Kahn was saying.
"Kahn, you just gave me to..." The man stopped talking abruptly, and he seemed to suddenly understand something.

Then, the man pulled out a ferocious chainsaw axe from his waist.

That was the Blood Father, a paired chainsaw axe with the Blood Son in Kahn's hand.

"Kahn, are you ready?" The man smiled.
Before Kahn could say anything, the Blood Father slashed towards him fiercely.

(End of this chapter)