Chapter 497 Repent and Then Atone

Asdalen's staggering steps stopped in front of the prison. His pupils shrank sharply, his heartbeat accelerated violently, and he stared at the man squatting in the corner of the prison, his clothes stained with blood. , wearing tattered aristocratic clothing, and a figure with deep knife marks on his chin and throat, the whole person looked so unbelievable.

The figure also seemed to have heard Asdalen's voice. His eyes that had been staring at the ground suddenly turned around, then his head, then his body, and finally he staggered up and took one step. He walked towards the cage one step at a time and stared at Asdalen's voice.

"You...I remember this voice, I remember you..."

Sebastian's scarlet eyes widened.

A trace of struggle flashed across Asdalen's face.

"Yes, I remember you too..."

An almost ferocious, imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Sebastian's mouth.

"You... have called me many sweet names. When my name comes from your tongue, it sounds as beautiful as a poem..."

"Sebastian, I..."

"I still remember... I still remember the smile on your face at that time. In the tavern, you came to me with a charming smile, and you made me drunk with a joke... You taught me a lot matter……"

"..."

Asdalen was silent.

"Then...you destroyed me again with your own hands! Uh-ah!!!"

Sebastian suddenly went crazy! At that moment, he seemed to get rid of all his weakness, exploded with all his strength, and instantly hit the solid prison door! Then he acted like an enraged beast! Try your best to stretch out your sharp claws from the cage! I want to tear this despicable and shameless villain in front of him to pieces!

Asdalen subconsciously took a few steps back, but soon he realized that even if he didn't step back, Sebastian wouldn't be able to catch him. This prison firmly locked his freedom. He could even smell the rotten smell emanating from Sebastian's weak body. Due to the long-term pain and neglect, the attack just now was all the strength he had left.

It was impossible for Sebastian to hurt himself. This thought came to Asdalen's mind, but this thought did not bring him any relief. On the contrary, he felt heartache. It was the heart that he thought he had lost. His conscience, which was already completely dead, was tingling in his chest.

No matter how stupid people are, after seeing what is happening in front of them, they will realize what Kazador did to them. No matter how much they deny it, it will be useless, because the truth is that everyone here... everyone! These are all the trophies and food captured by the former self and the other six brothers and sisters for Kazador over the past 160 years.

Asdalen had never doubted the final destination of these trophies in the past. They were already dead. This idea did not even need to be actively thought about, because at that time, they thought that as long as it fell into the hands of Kazador, Here, death must be their only destination, but that bastard obviously deceived him and all his spawn brothers, and these poor people are still alive...

Life is worse than death.

"How long has it been..."

Sebastian exhausted his last bit of strength and knelt down on the hard and cold iron plate in embarrassment.

"Wha...what?"

Asdalen was stunned for a moment.

"How long has it been..."

Sebastian said again.

"How long has it been since I was here..."

Asdalen clenched his fists unnaturally, but looking at Sebastian's pleading and desperate eyes, he still let go of his hands, slowly and slightly sighed his last breath, and then seemed to give up on himself. , said that painful number.

"...a full 168 years."

Asdalen spoke with difficulty. He once said before that he could instinctively forget all the prey that passed through his hands. This sentence was not an arrogant lie. This sentence was true. He can indeed do this...

Until these people he thought were dead appeared in front of him again.

Sebastian... He is different from others. When Asdalen was just starting out, the first prey he encountered was Sebastian. He was the first to pull himself into this abyss. He was a human being, and the time he spent with Sebastian and his subsequent betrayal of him had cut off a large piece of flesh from his heart called conscience.

"100..."

Sebastian's eyes became even more painful. He wanted to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't even do this because even the blood in his body would slowly evaporate over time. My eyes can no longer shed a single tear...

"My family...my friends...they are all gone, you...you took them from me."

Sebastian huddled on the ground in pain, and the continuous bad news almost completely defeated him. Asdalen wanted to reach out to comfort him, but stopped halfway because he realized that everything here Among people, he is the only one who is least qualified to say those words of comfort to others.

But after a moment of silence, he still spoke.

"You... you don't have to do this anymore. Let me tell you some good news! Kazador! That damn old monster, the mastermind behind all these tragedies, has been defeated! We saw that scene with our own eyes! It was so satisfying! He was beaten half to death! He was torn to pieces! He was only one step away from going to hell. As long as he dies, you can also get real freedom!"

"Freedom... No, there will be no freedom."

Sebastian interrupted Asdeln's words, and then continued to curl up in the same place.

Darkness and loneliness are a pair of painful partners, which can give them long-term torture, but on the other hand, these pains have trained him. In the 168 years of loneliness, the only thing Sebastian can do is to keep thinking.

So when he saw Asdeln from this underground prison, but did not find Kazador, he speculated that Kazador might have been in trouble, and Asdeln's words could only be regarded as confirming this speculation at most.

But even if this guess has been verified, it has no meaning for the current situation they are facing. After all, no matter who rescued them, as long as he is not completely crazy, he will never let more than 7,000 hungry and crazy derivatives rush out of the cage.

Think about it, if this really happens, what will it look like? The hungry derivatives will rush into the city like this, rush into the fat feast closest to them, feast on their food, drink blood, and no one can stop them from doing so, not even death.

For the derivatives today, there is no difference between dying before eating and dying when they are not full, because they can accept either outcome.

Whether to satisfy their appetite as much as possible before death, or to enjoy a sweet death in the process of pursuing this desire, it is absolutely a sure win for the derivatives.

Asdalen was silent again. He was not stupid and realized this possibility, but the desire to survive tried his best to stop his thoughts from sliding in this terrible direction. However, Sebastian had already broken this window paper, forcing Asdalen to consider this situation and possibility, but in the end...

"... Maybe you are right, Sebastian, maybe for monsters like us, only death can match our dark identity."

Asdalen said this silently. He gave up. If Noshier really wanted to kill them, Asdalen could not think of any way to stop him from killing them. However, Sebastian did not pay attention to the despair in these words. On the contrary, after hearing this, Sebastian showed only surprising anger.

"Don't! Put me! With you! This! Residual identity! Put! Compare! You!... Who do you think caused me to end up like this!"

Asdalen was silent for a while again, and then shook his head.

"I will no longer deny the mistakes I made, Sebastian... I'm sorry, I was helpless at that time. I really want to say this, but I know you will never accept this level of apology..."

Sebastian didn't say anything, but continued to curl up. Astelan's mouth opened and closed slightly, and finally in a brief silence, he continued to speak.

"I... I'm sorry, Sebastian, I'm really sorry, not only to you, but also to all the people in the prison who came here because of me. I have committed unforgivable sins against you, and I know this better than anyone else."

"If possible, I really want to atone for everyone's sins, and I really want to do my best to save all of you, but I can't do it. We are all going to die because I can't persuade the man who defeated the Kazador."

"I can't think of any possibility that he would let us go, that's too unrealistic, so maybe in the next second, all of us will explode into a ball of blood, but before we die... I want to confess to you..."

"Are you really willing to do your best to help these people who have fallen into such a pitiful state because of your help and abuse?"

"Ah!!!"

Asdalen jumped up instantly like a cat with its fur blown, and hid far away from Noshir who ran to his side quietly at some point.

"You... how did you... did you hear it all?"

Noshir nodded, and then continued.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Asdeln. Are you really willing to do your best to help your other six brothers and sisters survive in this difficult world?"

Asdeln's throat gurgled, and then he asked carefully.

"If I say yes...what will happen?"

Noshir's mouth twitched, revealing a fairly friendly smile.

During the time when he took the elevator to descend here, he had taken the time to use the cleaning scroll to clean the blood and meat on his body. Now there was only a faint smell of blood on his body.

Although he still needed to take a good bath to remove the smell, at least he felt less oppressive now, and instead felt more intimate, so that the communication between them would no longer be unable to proceed because of the inequality between the two sides.

"What will happen? At least it won't be like what you just said, waving the staff casually and making all the derivatives here explode. After all the things I have done, have you not discovered how kind I am?"

Kindness... means beating Kazador into a deformity, and then hanging his half-dead body on his former staff?

Asdalen secretly vomited in his heart. Although he couldn't deny that this guy did save them from the water and fire, the unique performance that happened half an hour ago did shock his little heart. Asdalen really didn't know how to face this guy in front of him, who could break bones like a stick as thick as a little finger.

But...

"You... are right, you know? Although you are not in line with the image of a hero in my mind, such as the wings and horns, and the thing hanging on your hand, at least in my eyes, what you have done is indeed worthy of the title of a hero."

"You helped us get revenge, saved our lives, and exposed the darkness buried under the ground. I think... we can trust you. If you are really willing to let us go, then I am willing to assure you that I will definitely do my best to help my colleagues survive as much as possible."

Astaron's words were serious, and Noshir could tell that at least at this moment, his words were definitely serious and solemn.

"Very good, I am very satisfied."

Noshir nodded with some relief, and then continued.

"I can let you go. Yes, you heard me right. I said everyone. You can all leave this damn, barren place as long as you agree to my two conditions."

"What...what conditions?"

"It's a very simple, but also very difficult condition. I ask you to restrain the blood-sucking desire of these spawns, but not completely. You can still suck the blood of some animals to satisfy your hunger."

"I also ask you to take these nearly 7,000 spawns away from Baldur's Gate and go to the dark and deep Underdark to temporarily settle down in the endless darkness."

"As long as you agree to my two requirements, I will let you go. At the same time, I personally promise that I will play the role of protector in this large-scale relocation and do my best to help you complete the migration quickly."