Chapter 556 The Daughter of Isa
Sand dust rose from the ground again.
Veronica's robe wrapped tightly around her, letting the strong wind blow at the edges.
Through the dense haze, she could see the scarred walls of the outpost and the greenskins who were constantly attacking. There were Ork corpses and their dilapidated war machines everywhere - although there were no Space Marines stationed inside, But there is a very elite group of mortal soldiers.
But there is no doubt that without support, they will not last long.
As night approaches, the black smoke from the ignited fuel makes the already suffocating air even more suffocating.
"Sorry, Great Prophet, I failed."
Beside her, Great Prophet Eldral Uslan just nodded slightly.
"Do you understand the nature of your mission?"
he asked, without looking at her.
"Destroy a craftworld threat."
Veronica whispered back, ashamed of her failure.
"Not quite right."
Eldral chuckled softly.
“New threats will appear every moment in the Arkworld. Just like one of those human sayings, there are at least more than a thousand different ways of death in a person’s life. For the Arkworld, I think this is also the case. Likewise, sometimes the Council of Prophets become too nervous, putting our precious strength into the unknown. ”
"Isn't this exactly the way of survival in Uthwe?"
"Yes, but in a sense, don't we become the same as the human empire that gave up everything in order to survive? Is that so? Does this also mean that we are never as noble and wise as we claim to be?”
Veronica was silent.
The words of the Great Prophet will definitely set off a huge crisis of public opinion when placed in a public place. After all, what supports the Eldar until now is only the fear of death and the memory of past glory.
Most of the tribesmen have long since lost hope.
Living for the sake of living is a true portrayal of almost all the Eldar. Whether they are the Ark Eldar, the Wilderness Eldar, or the fallen compatriots of Commorragh, their essential living conditions are the same.
Because everyone knows that Slaanesh, as the power of the subspace, cannot be defeated. The Eldar have long been reduced to a candle in the wind, and their demise is only a matter of time.
It’s just that everyone doesn’t want to mention the absolutely dark future.
Only when they satirize those "lower creatures" can the Eldar get some comfort and anesthesia from the memories of the past.
Although Veronica didn't say it, from her own feelings, she could clearly feel the sense of dejection gradually filling the Ark - everyone was still fighting, but the goal was becoming increasingly unclear.
As the population decreases, the Ark may still exist for a long time, but it will eventually come to an end.
Having lost their homeland, they have no way out.
If we really want to talk about despair, the Eldar are far more desperate than humans. At least they still have a golden sun, while the Eldar only have a cowardly laughing god.
"But the threat level of this greenskin is indeed higher than before. This is what the Prophet's Council has always recognized."
Veronica tried to change the topic to the present, trying not to let it go Surround yourself with despair - Eldar are emotionally sensitive beings.
"I didn't say it wasn't a threat, so I proposed that you take the lead in this battle."
As Eldral said, he gently stroked the mysterious long staff in his hand.
“All the threads of destiny converge here. We try to find our way in the web of illusory destiny, but sometimes the flow of reality will lead us forward. Even death will definitely lift this time. Is it a crisis? Or is this crisis not caused directly by it? "
"It must die. If we can't kill it here, the Phoenix Lord will intervene."
" There is no need for this. It was destined from the beginning that it would not die here.”
Veronica was momentarily surprised.
"What. Then why are you"
"Because some guys have to shut up. Only when they hit a wall will they know how to turn around."
The prophet said, still staring An outpost marked by human scars.
“No matter what, everything will end today.”
"The end?"
Veronica repeated.
"The life of the beast, or this action?"
"Both."
The Great Prophet answered simply.
For a moment, both of them were silent.
The hillside is full of Ork corpses. The outpost is in a dangerous position and the numerical advantage cannot be deployed. The Orks who failed in the first attack have retreated to the depths of the canyon and its surroundings, licking their wounds. .
Their psychic cacophony seemed far away, like rumbling thunderclouds in Veronica's mind.
It is still far away, but it is gathering strength and anger. It will be more powerful than the last time.
She could especially feel that one of the Orks was gathering the spiritual energy of the other Orks. She guessed the identity of this Ork, and she very much hoped to have a reckoning with the Ork who had played tricks on her.
“You go back first. The battle is over. I will propose a new plan to the Prophet Council. If we can’t solve it with our own hands, then we will find another way and take it to the place where it is destined to die. Place. "
After saying this, the great prophet stopped talking.
Veronica stood in the wind for a while, then saluted the other party, and then floated away.
More than a minute after she left, Eldral Uslan suddenly opened his mouth to the wind.
"Is that news important enough for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the space behind him suddenly became distorted.
Then in a burst of weird songs, a figure wearing a clown mask and wearing fancy clothes turned somersault and landed on the ground.
"Very important, respected prophet."
Eldral Uslan glanced at the clown expressionlessly, and then snorted.
"Laughing craftsman of the Curtain Path, what interesting joke did you bring to me this time?"
"I am a sounding tube on this trip, threading needles and sewing threads, making misfortunes and blessings come and go, and good times and good days. Go at the right time.”
The comedian answered the prophet’s question in a strange tone, as if singing.
Eldral closed his eyes and rubbed his head.
“Asuyan, is it really that difficult for you to speak well?”
So he took the most direct approach and directly penetrated his mental tentacles into the other party's brain.
At first the other party resisted, but the comedian was obviously no match for the great prophet, so they successfully completed a spiritual dialogue.
“This time we can talk properly.”
“Great Prophet, you should respect our traditions.”
“Ah, of course I respect you and your It’s just that I have a migraine recently and I don’t have the energy to think about your maxims. Let’s just get down to business. Who are you sending the message to?”
"The Curtain Walker hopes to have a chat with you."
"Oh? It's actually that person. It's been two thousand years since I last heard from her, right? It seems like this news is really exciting. , even she was alarmed."
"The traveler attaches great importance to the news you brought."
"Okay, she will decide the time and place. I haven't seen this person for a long time. Old friends.”
But the comedian did not leave, but took a look at the camps built by the green skins.
"Great Prophet, you should know that there is a huge threat there, which may put several Arkworlds in danger. Although I know that you once had a special view of the greenskin race, they are different now from the past. Just some brainless beasts."
"Look, you are in a paradox again. If it is a brainless beast, how can it become a huge threat?"
"But the Curtain Walker also told me that the Bone Crusher cannot be kept."
"Then you go back and tell her that this place is not the burial place of the Bone Crusher, and no one can kill it when its destiny is promised. Get rid of it, after all. The aftermath of that battle has not yet completely subsided."
The Xiaojiang was silent for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of killing the Bonebreaker immediately.
"I will convey it truthfully."
For a while, there was no movement except dust.
The sun sets and night emerges, the jagged towers of human outposts and the mountains stained as red as blood.
Soon, the humans inside will be doomed, and the outpost will be in ruins, their dying signals never to be received——
Containing Broken Bones The last chance of the hunter will disappear
The comedian turned around to leave, but finally stopped.
"Great Prophet, regarding Veronica. I still hope you can send her to the theater troupe. She is the safest in the network."
Eldral· Uslan didn't reply, just shook his head slightly.
"You can't always protect her."
The comedian stared at the back of the great prophet, his pale mask reflecting the blood of the sunset.
"One day, the God of Decay and his minions will find her. Those degenerates of mankind have begun to make moves. As Veronica grows older, you cannot hide her power forever. After all, she is the last The daughter of Isha.”
The great prophet of Uthwe still did not respond, and also cut off the spiritual connection.
The comedian sighed, then turned back and disappeared in place, leaving only the lonely figure continuing to look at the bloody sunset...
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(End of this chapter)