Chapter 874 Ancient Mysteries
At the border of the hazy star field, a gap suddenly opened in the dark void. Against the backdrop of the dots of starlight, a bright gem slipped out of the gap.
Arkworld Uthvi had just left the hidden webway exit, but without any intention of stopping, he rushed towards the next functioning webway gate without stopping.
But less than five minutes after it entered the physical universe, a supernatural stench of wind roared out, instantly encompassing the entire Arkworld.
For the first time, several layers of protective shields were raised, protecting the Arkworld and its residents from both a physical and mental level.
Just as Arkworld began to speed away, thick beams of light mixed with huge electric currents came from a distance and hit the thick barrier of Arkworld, causing it to shake like a small boat in the stormy waves.
The Arkworld was not to be outdone, and launched a series of brilliant counterattacks. Soul concussion cannons, vortex cannons, laser cannons—all kinds of large-caliber weapons fired at the attackers.
In the distance, a fleet with a main color of dark green was approaching quickly. When the firepower of the Arkworld came, they scattered one after another, but there were still several battleships that were hit and immediately turned into ruins. .
But there are hundreds of them, so this damage is not a threat.
Then they launched a more ferocious offensive, like a pack of wolves hunting bison, tearing apart the shield of the craft world at all costs.
If you give them enough time, even Usvina's barrier that has not been breached for tens of thousands of years will eventually collapse.
Therefore, all the Eldar in the Ark World were mobilized, and everyone had their own responsibilities and positions. However, what is strange is that the most prestigious one here never appeared——
The fight was in full swing outside, but in a dark theater deep in the Arkworld, a lonely figure sat in the empty auditorium.
The performance here has just reached its climax.
Suddenly, a living, thin metal figure appeared in the middle of the theater.
Its whole body is wrapped in slowly squirming rags, its fragile arms are stretched forward, and the clowns, illuminated by the stars, twist slowly in the air, rising and falling in the theater with deep voices. The chorus sang -
"Ingel, ingel."
That figure exuded a suffocating atmosphere of despair and hatred.
It rotated slowly, and its long and faceless head examined the only audience in the auditorium one by one.
Soon, the ghost slowly stretched out its hand, its fingers were long and thin, and then gently used its hands to hold the head of a clown with a weird mask on his face - —What they are playing is the Ancient Sage.
The clown immediately became stiff, and the accessories on his body dimmed as they flickered, eventually losing their light completely.
Soon, it floated motionless in the air like a corpse. The Ingel floated above the clowns as slowly as death, stretching out its mummy-like limbs. One by one, the palms of their hands extinguished the light of the clowns playing the role of the Old Ones.
Their motionless "corpses" floated in mid-air, their murmuring chorus becoming more distant and ethereal with the demise of each ancient saint.
Around the theater, the Ingalls, played by four clowns in rags, began to imitate the slow and deadly dance.
Soon, the theater was enveloped in complete darkness.
A few seconds later, a colorful ball of light rushed into the middle of the theater, and various colors danced crazily in the surrounding air.
It was a graceful figure, and the facial makeup on its head showed the sneering face of the Laughing God.
The laughter echoed in the vault, appearing extremely high and clear among the ghostly whispers before.
Ingall stopped its slow dance, its blind eyes fixed on the intruder who disturbed its feast of stars, and its body language alone exuded pure hatred. .
It began to float towards the Laughing God, its sterling silver arms outstretched.
As it got closer, it finally held the head of the Laughing God, which was beginning to tremble, with its thin fingers.
Its epilepsy became more and more violent, and one by one, those bright colors and smiling faces began to disappear, until the clown lost its color and fell into silence, and its stiff body fell from the sky like a stone. , making a dull sound as it hit the theater floor.
But a second later, laughter echoed through the vault again.
The fallen body on the theater floor is actually a clown in rags, and another Ingel under the vault suddenly bursts with colorful light, revealing that it is Facts about the Laughing God.
It smiled and bent down when the suspended metal ghost faced it again.
Once again, Ingale floats forward, arms outstretched, and again, it devours a member of its unholy brethren, mistaking it for the Laughing God.
Time and time again, the Laughing God steers the ghost astray, its intricate dance drawing it toward its brethren.
The glow around the metallic figure was dimmed by the screaming faces of its murdered brethren, and its once graceful and precise movements began to falter until they became a disjointed mess. On the stage, the slender and weird face suddenly turned left and right, trying to find the true form of the Laughing God, and the unclean energy absorbed from other Ingels danced above his head like a halo of dark light.
Its body became extremely large, and the energy emitted from it filled the theater with bursts of static electricity.
But the laughter from the enemies of the gods seemed to come from every direction.
A skull face symbolizing the sin of parricide appeared on Gale's metal body, and then he screamed and flew in all directions.
The madness is so strong that you can even feel it in the air, making the pressure inside the theater seem to have exceeded the critical point.
Every time he blinks, the Laughing God seems to appear behind, in front of, on, and under him in a colorful dizzy dance.
The Ingel blindly grabbed the air in front of him for a few seconds, and his long fingers penetrated the illusion left by the Laughing God.
Then, with a sharp scream of rage and resignation, it grasped its own head, twitching as it grew smaller and smaller, as if folding in on itself and growing darker.
The gleaming clones of the Laughing God danced gracefully and merged together, forming a great and victorious figure.
And the enemy, driven mad by greed, gradually shrank into a small ball bursting with lightning.
When the lamps representing the stars returned to light one by one, the performance was not over yet.
The entire harlequin troupe appeared under the vault, floating in a huge circle around the dark sphere.
At first they floated in silence, observing.
And then, like one, their masks of alertness turned into masks of fear as the orb burst with lightning again, its core glowing red.
The performance ends here.
People in the audience clapped their hands and said with a smile:
“I haven’t seen such a wonderful dance drama in many years, Curtain Walker.”
All the clowns on the stage left one after another, except for the one who played the Laughing God.
She took off her mask and costume, revealing her body wrapped in black leather armor and a mask as clear as a black hole.
“Singer of Uthnesh (the original name of Uthnesh in the craft world Uthvi, and the symbol is the Tears of Isha), your people are all thinking about how to get rid of the followers of the corrupt god. You are troubled by the pursuit, but why are you so relaxed and relaxed?"
"Hilandri, since you appear here, doesn't it mean that things have turned around?"
Being called? The figure of Shirandri stood on the stage, overlooking the great prophet Uthvi with his legs crossed in the audience, and suddenly shook his head.
"What I bring is not the hope you expect."
"Of course, I don't expect any good news, just like a turnaround may not always be a good thing."
"Ingel In the commotion, Xi Gaole hopes that I will bring a warning that an ancient threat has broken free from its prison."
The Great Prophet nodded silently, and then stood up.
“I understand.”
"Where's the daughter of Isha? Where did you hide her? I can't even see her lifeline."
The great prophet who was walking towards the exit stopped, turned around, his face A mysterious smile appeared on his face.
Then said two words.
“Secret.”
“You are only harming her by doing this. Only under the protection of Xi Gaole can she be safe.”
The smile on the Great Prophet's face disappeared, his expression became cold, and his eyes became cold.
"Shut up, do you really think that no one knows about that? Go back and ask that clown who leaked the sanctuary of the Goddess of Life to the God of Corruption during the Great Fall. He always thinks that he Can he manipulate everything? Remember, one day, Ingel, who was fooled by him in the past, will take the most brutal revenge on him. At that time, he will have nowhere to escape!"
(End of this chapter! )