Chapter 806 Dark Prophecy
“I don’t know whether you want me to drink the water of truth. All you do is spread doubt. My original intention of coming here is to drink this water, but you want me to Rethink, if you really want me to drink, you will never stop me."
"No!"
The secret keeper roared and opened his mouth like a dagger. tooth.
Eldral dispelled his spirit blade and rushed toward the waterfall. He raised the bottle of soul and quickly pushed it into the flowing energy.
At lightning speed, he turned around to look at the Keeper, and then put down what he contained - the
This liquid was like sweet sourness.
His sense of victory only lasted for a moment, until the Keeper's cheerful laughter reached his ears.
When the power of Uncovered Tears flowed into his body, the pounding sound of his own heart also joined in.
"How corny and boring, yet delightful, Eldral."
The great demon smiled again, and as Eldral's soul burned with the energy of the subspace, the demon's voice and the false images in his vision gradually became more and more blurry.
"I just want to savor your soul as you recognize the things of creation."
The flame of Uncovered Tears flows rapidly in Eldral's spirit , threatening to burn him to death with its power.
The palace began to revolve around him, accelerating and accelerating, until it turned into a spiral of time, looping eternally from the beginning to the end, and he was just a speck of dust under this chaotic storm. , being arbitrarily swept away and manipulated by this indifferent and ruthless force.
Amid the foam of the waves and the crackle of the fire, he heard the secret keeper's jeers.
Pride, the demon used his own pride against him, the idea that he could not mistakenly seek the Uncovered Tears.
But pride also saved him.
The anger brought by the thought of falling prey to this demonic trick became a pillar in his heart, an unshakable foundation beneath his feet.
A stubbornness made of pure arrogance refused to be cleared away by the torrent that rushed around him from the waterfall and tried to drown his spirit.
He absorbed the fire and drank from the deeper water. , letting its power flow into him instead of fighting against it.
Eldral rushed out of the wildly spreading water, rising in a circle of golden light to a piece of land not far away from the secret, with the vial and scepter still in his hands.
The demon's body twisted and spread like waves, turning into a huge, purple-colored monster with sharp claws on its limbs and a face like an evil bull. Under his deeply frowning brow, he used gems to eyes fixed on the prophet.
The Prophet raised his scepter, ready to attack.
“It’s not enough to drink the Uncovered Tears, Eldral,”
The demon teased:
"The powers are now within you, but you must descend into the shadows deep within your soul to see the truth they contain."
"Don't try to gain from this failure Victory, you didn’t want me to get this power, but it belongs to me now.”
“This is the happy expression I want to see.”
The Keeper of Secrets. He moved forward and got closer, his sweet breath blowing on Eldral's face.
He saw himself reflected from dozens of planes in its eye, forming an image of defiance.
"This is your illusion, and when you reach the pinnacle of your confidence, it will be fleeting. Come with me now, Eldral, and you will be able to control the stars. Love me once more, and then Your people will be saved."
"My people do not need a demon to save them."
The prophet sneered:
"Tell your master that I am. The trump card has not been played yet, the immortal starfall will be an eternal nightmare for you and your master! ""Do you think a broken ancient god will save your tribe?"
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The demon scratched its long jaw with an appendage shaped like a slender lobster claw.
“Have hope for what you desire, Eldral.”
The demon took a step back and made a mocking bow, running its tongue across its Fangs.
Suddenly, the door on the wall opened, golden light shone out from it, and then the devil and the door disappeared without a trace.
The lightness of spirit was replaced by the crushing heaviness. Eldral groaned and opened his eyes, finding himself sitting cross-legged on a simple futon in the crystal hall, surrounded by people. A passing object in his long life.
None of them could be used as a means of survival for him, but when he looked at his bare hands, he saw the lines of crystal spreading along the veins and bone marrow, taking root in his body.
After the freedom of this soul journey, his body was almost paralyzed, from head to toe, no part was without pain.
But his mission was accomplished.
In one of his hands, a sealed soul bottle was emitting a strange light. Thinking of the secret guard's words, he did not give up the crystal container.
The prophet's thoughts were attracted by a wisp of free-floating mysterious energy like a moth to the flame. When it wandered within his body, he only felt a tremor of power, leaving its secrets behind. Exposed to his probing thoughts.
He saw the eternal mother body burning in pure white flames, and the webway was reduced to ashes in the raging fire, but in the flames emerged a being who was robed by fire and had a crown of stars embedded on his forehead.
Its face is cold but not cruel, as erratic as a ghost. It holds a shining halberd in one hand and a spiral flaming sword in the other.
But something else was moving in the darkness.
Rows of skeletons emerged from the shadows. The polished metal skeletons shone with light of silver and gold. Like an active energy cycle, a green light spread from one planet to another. On the planet, the huge vault of the tomb was opened, and a phalanx of countless ancient dead poured out from it.
The ancient enemy of the Eldar, the Necrontyr.
"This is wrong!"
With a suppressed cry, Eldral broke free from the vision.
The crack of the soul bottle shattering on the ceramic floor brought him back to reality, but his limbs were still shaking from shock.
He staggered to the wall, using one hand to support himself, while strange nerve impulses flashed through the crystals in his body, and then a rune emerged from the pocket on his belt. He slipped out and floated above the fragments of the Soul Bottle.
It flipped slowly over and over again, like a snake trying to chase its own tail.
The Cosmic Serpent, Domlak, a symbol of wisdom and mystery.
Eldral had no idea what this meant, and he was too tired to investigate immediately.
He stumbled towards his seat and almost collapsed on it, his limbs numb and his thoughts racing.
Strangely enough, the Cosmic Serpent floated right in front of him, circling around a raised finger as the prophet pondered his next move.
Looking at this strange symbol, the prophet suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Is something going to happen to the Pai Shang Star?"
(End of this chapter)