Chapter 805 The Keeper
In order to find the truth from the confusing future, the great prophet of Uthwe entered the most secret spiritual stone tower in the Arkworld, where he could enter Asia more safely. The deepest part of space——
The subspace is a vast ocean that cannot be controlled. It is swept by storms all day long, destroyed by dangerous ocean currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.
In this rough sea, there are clusters of islands, some of which are not stable, but drift with the waves, connected with its power, but never go deep below the surface to avoid being swallowed up. .
Each island is connected to the others by long bridges, which themselves are adorned with castles and cities, some of which can house millions of souls.
This is an ancient, maze-like bridge, its arches have collapsed, and the ruthless changes of time have long swallowed up its stacks. In some places it has just been submerged by the high tide, and in other places it has sunk deeply under the sea. .
While rolling and constantly touching the water, the predators learned to walk. However, they were not born with the ability to breathe air freely, and the time they could leave the ocean was very limited.
They cannot wander far away from the dangers of their unique world, but they long for the light from the outside world.
Imagine that in the same situation, everything is triggered by primitive emotions rather than matter, then you will have a vague concept of the subspace and the webway.
For Eldral Uthlan, the great prophet of the Uthwe Arkworld, this metaphor has become too superficial.
Whether in the body of an Eldar or on a crystalline tunnel in a Craftworld, a soul can influence the Warp in ways that distort space in the material world, and the Webway also connects them all. Together, they act like a network of cables extending across bridges, directing the flow of energy from one end of the galaxy to the other.
The Eternal Matrix, as he called it, had been part of the Webway, and the greatest achievement of the Eldar's rule was not only the interconnection of the various settled worlds, but the fundamental The Lord binds together every Aeldari individual born.
Long before the fall of the race, when the Eldar were consumed by gods born of their own corrupt desires, their souls were collected by the Eternal Matrix.
Every soul can return to a new life, the dead can be revived, the soul can be reincarnated, or be reborn.
Eldral did not have clear confidence in the seemingly accurate mechanism, but he knew that it might work again.
This is the purpose of his soul's journey here.
Eldral stood on the broken bridge, looking down at the waters where swarms of sharks were lurking and waiting for opportunities. A closed island submerged under the ruthless waves was just within reach, hidden. Holding all the secrets about the past, present and future.
In the eyes of a mortal, the Uncovered Tears Falls is exactly as its name suggests. The flowing green-blue energy pours down from the gap in the webway barrier, intertwining into a majestic waterfall.
It divides the glorious palace, which is as big as the city's ruling hall, into two, and surrounds it with walls of smooth crystal covered with gray and black lines.
Eldral stood in the center of the palace, surveying the roaring waterfall.
What stays here is not his body, but the projection of his soul, so his appearance remains youthful. He is wearing a purple-gray light robe, the scepter in his hand is as slender as a ray of light, and his long wavy hair is scattered on his shoulders. The rest was tied back by a golden ribbon with a teardrop-shaped ruby tied in front of his forehead.
He moved effortlessly, each step seemed to be floating in the air, relying on the power of the mind rather than the body.
The knowledge and truth he needs, seeks, are hidden behind that ever-changing veil.
The prophet used runes for divination three times, and each time the results led him to the path leading to Uncovered Tears.
Even if he was a little moved by the physical beauty, he His psychic mind is still exploring the non-material structures around him - this in itself is a valuable breakthrough.
The primitive power of the Warp knows no cause and effect. There is no boundary between here and there, between past, present and future.
The boots stepped gently on the marble-like ground, and the prophet got closer to the waterfall.
Among the splashing water, there was a vague shadow gliding like a snake, as if it had never noticed him.
Then he took a vial from his belt, inlaid with a crystal that looked similar to a barrier. It was called the Soul Vial, and its purpose was similar to the spirit bones used by his people to preserve spiritual energy. .
Similar, but still different. Compared with transmission, the bottle of soul mainly plays a role in mental isolation and protection - ordinary thinking cannot penetrate it.
It is a material that can withstand the dangers of the Warp, or, in this case, be used to contain it.
The moment he took it, the bottle almost froze his fingers.
For Eldral, this bottle is not a real thing, but just a projection of its counterpart in the mortal world.
In this place, this is enough.
With the gentle movement of his arms, the prophet was only one step away from the waterfall when he felt a gentle breeze blowing across his cheeks.
He turned around where he stopped, trying to find a door between the walls with nothing but smooth crystal.
In front of the door stood a young Eldar, or something similar. .
The image of this Eldar is more like refracted through a special lens. The newcomer reveals a fanaticism from his appearance, with lush waist and branches, long and slender neck, and loose stools. The long golden hair that can fall to the ground seems to be woven into a symbol that wraps around its body.
A silver-white robe was deliberately slit at the shoulders and thighs, so that the sickly pale pink skin could be seen at a glance.
From that slightly pointed pretty face, a pair of eyes like polished sapphires stared at him earnestly.
Subconsciously, that face reminded him of his student, Veronica.
After a heartbeat, Eldral noticed that the visitor had his hands crossed on the chest where the clothes were fastened with single-breasted buttons, and the other pair of arms were politely clasped on a small part of the back. . There was no doubt that the extra set of limbs immediately gave away the identity of the intruder.
"Keeper of Secrets."
He whispered the name, mixed with cold fear and a sense of fear that this powerful demon had sneaked here. warning.
"Eldral."
This voice penetrates the soul like a thread, bringing a strong sense of caressing, like a lustful invitation.
The demon grinned, revealing a pair of needle-like teeth.
The prophet stared at him and whispered:
“Aren’t you tired of being exiled?”
Eldral quietly slipped the vial back into his pocket and conjured the illusion of a golden blade in its place.
"And are you tired of my return?"
The devil's enchanting reply was that he still maintained a still posture except for a coquettish sideways head.
Eldral glanced at the waterfalls. They had not changed much. If the Keeper wanted to summon its demonic servants from the water, it had not done so yet.
“Why are you here?”
the Seer asked, taking steps to put some distance between himself and the power of the Warp.
"To invite you to look deeper~"
The devil replied with a smile.
“There you will find everything you desire.”
“And you think that is a temptation that will trap me?”
The demon's four arms made a rather impressive shrug.
"I am called the Keeper of Secrets for a reason."
Then it waved its two hands toward the mysterious waterfall.
"I promise you that I will not interfere with you."
"As if the words of a great demon are of any value."
The demon tried to look hurt, but couldn't help but smile slyly.
"Drink some of the water here, Eldral, this is why you are here, isn't it?"
The prophet gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes into slits. , beholding the incarnation of the servant of the thirsty one.
“I can see your intention, weaver of lies, you think that if you show enthusiasm enough, I will reject you in order to stop you, but the truth is that you don’t want me to drink the water and try to Twist my mind with these tricks ”
“Of course.”
The demon admitted with an expression of mocking sadness:
“I should never have expected to surpass a wise man as great as you, Eldral, I was so foolish as to If you try to do this, I should summon a horde of my demonic servants to tear your soul out of your body and tear it into pieces."
The Keeper's words struck a chord in his heart, and this forced him to do so. Eldral stopped again as he walked towards the waterfall.
He frowned and thought, trying to read some of the devil's true intentions from its words, but as expected, everything he saw was nothing but fraud.
“There is a little riddle.”
The Keeper put his four slender arms behind his back and began to circle around Eldral, keeping the same distance from each other.
“Did you realize and see a bluff, or did you inadvertently witness and agree to a tangled double deception? You thought you were lost or free from the love-hate relationship of my mistress , but I still hate and love you, Eldral, your arrogance and self-confidence will become the reasons for your salvation or fall, and all of this will make me feel more sad or sweet, because it will be by your and my hands. Destroy your people and mine."
Eldral took a step back to make sure the magic water and the demon were within sight, possibilities racing through his mind, but a simple answer. Out of nowhere.
"You know that no matter what you say I won't believe it, and for that you need to say both what I want to hear and what I won't hear."
When he spoke As Eldral walked toward the small waterfall, the ground shook and a roar filled his ears, but he knew it was just his mortal senses trying to comprehend the incomprehensible.
(End of this chapter)