Chapter 1196: Going into danger alone
“I will kill the enemy when I see him!”
Hearing the warrior’s words, Eldra nodded. When he raised his hand, a weapon also came from The edge of the throne was lifted.
The barrel of the weapon exudes a faint light, and the gems inlaid on the grip and handguard are sparkling - there is no doubt that this is the weapon of a former champion, precious and famous.
“Take her, Deadly Gaze, to destroy the lord of the God of Corruption. After losing the lord, the rest can only fight with humans here until death.”
"Oh...no, I can't, Great Prophet, I'm not qualified yet."
"I have the right to send her away. If she falls asleep at such a critical moment, then she will be unhappy, enemies. You must accept the kiss of death again!”
Eldra held up this terrible weapon devoutly.
"Great Prophet, she will not sleep like this. This is the honor you bestowed on me."
Eldra nodded, stopped talking, and urged Lean Heine ·Noel leave the ventricle quickly.
After that, the prophet sat for a long time, just thinking about the coming silence, and then his mind was once again awakened by the destruction of life and the bloody battle outside the stone wall.
Eldra stood up and slowly walked off the throne, kneeling on the cold floor of the heart chamber and untied the beautifully decorated bag on her belt, and the contents inside crackled.
He scattered the contents onto the floor. These were fragments of spirit bones, each fragment decorated with energy runes on its surface.
Although the light here was dim, these fragments still shone like ice illuminated by the sun. He carefully observed the shape of each piece, and slowly used his bare fingers to slowly remove these spiritual bone fragments. Move them to match each other, or place several of the runes individually or in piles, gradually unfolding them into an exquisite magic circle - his operation is quite precise.
Eldra felt nervous when she sensed the groaning of the subspace. This spiritual circle could unlock the lock that separated the subspace from his mind, allowing him to touch it. The violent, unbridled energy of the warp.
He began to use this key to infuse the power of the warp into the runes in the circle.
Slowly, these runes became brighter and brighter, and began to hum with energy, and his mind began to struggle.
At this time, the soul stones inlaid in the prophet's rune armor and the dozen or so soul stones inlaid on the edge of the throne began to sparkle at the same time. These dead prophets and war wizards listened to Eldra's call and came from eternity. Awakening from sleep, helping to guide and strengthen his powers.
A few older and pure souls scolded him for daring to try to achieve such a huge attempt, while the others silently helped Eldra while appeasing these old souls.
Because the purpose of everything that was done was pure and simple: Ulthvi must live on forever, and Eldra was right to do all she could to protect Ulthvi.
The noise coming from behind almost distracted him. It turned out that his sword was trembling in the casket, as if he couldn't wait to taste the taste of battle.
“Quiet.”
Eldra whispered, and then continued to work.
Now the magic circle becomes even more shining, some of the runes seem to be shaking continuously from the earthquake, and the beating soul stones are flashing.
Eldra stared into the abyss of the warp, letting its violent energy pour into his body.
In the surging rhythm, he is constantly absorbing energy.
Then, his bare hands opened like claws, veins popped out on his arms, and now he felt extremely painful.
But he must find out one thing, whether Veronica is still safe and hidden, and whether she has been watched by some existence in the subspace. Originally, he didn't want to do such a risky thing, but for some reason he has been feeling a little uneasy lately, so he needs to find help from someone.
The next moment, his vision suddenly went dark and his nose was bleeding.
When Eldra sat up again, she found that her hands were stuck in the soil beneath her, and pus seeped out from the surface that was deformed by the squeeze.
He looked around blankly, scanning the stretched and twisted branches of the black trees looming in the mist. The miasma irritated his nostrils. This smell brought back another memory for him. .
"The Realm of the God of Corruption"
After realizing where his spirit had been taken, Eldra calmed down, stood up, and glanced at the people surrounding this place. A piece of land with strange-looking trees.
There is nothing moving except for the mist that dances in the forest with a gentle rhythm.
This is not the first time for him to come to this place. Many, many years ago, he also came here once and brought Veronica back to the Arkworld.
Eldra lowered his head to examine himself, and saw that his feet were sunk deep into the mossy soil, and the black trees surrounding him seemed to feed on animals.
Then he found a gravel path that extended outwards from here, so he walked along the path.
The path led him to a wide space, which seemed to be a farmland. Thousands of fungi were growing wildly in the field. It was obvious that they were also cultivated artificially here.
From here on, all traces of human influence disappear, a trace of neglect marring the beauty of the overall layout.
The roads have all turned into a thick earthy brown, the hedges are leaning here and there, rotten wooden blocks are scattered on the ground, and the decorations inlaid on them have long been eroded to the point of being unrecognizable, but some traces of ancient Ada craftsmanship can still be seen.
Eldra walked forward along the winding strips of hanging moss. He did not see any servants of the God of Corruption along the way, but he was not surprised because this was the domain of the God of Corruption. The most secret corner in the world is so secret that the evil god does not even allow his most trusted servants to set foot in it.
Along the way, he saw moss hanging on the road like beards, and the trees they clung to were bent and twisted like an old man.
The buzzing sound of fat flies lulls you to sleep, and they sing noisily among the rotting flowers. Every time they land heavily on the flowers, they are accompanied by withering and apoptosis, and they do not carry any pollen.
Algae and weeds that emit stench and emit toxic gases float on the surface of the pond. Rotting heads hang like fruits on the fruit trees in the orchard. The branches of the fruit trees are very soft and pale. The skin of the drowned. One after another, diseased hands sprouted out of several vegetable plots that had not been cared for by anyone, swatting feebly at the flies that devoured them. A stream full of filth flowed through the wet grass covered with black reeds. The whispers of various creatures came from the stream.
Some small and fat creatures stared at Eldra fiercely, with unconcealed hostility in their deep voices. The giant insects flying around kept dripping some kind of poisonous liquid, and their chirps filled the air. The entire cliff.
Eldra continued to wander among the green spaces, woods and marshes of this twisted garden, following a specific route.
A lifeless, motionless green sun burned in the fog, and the sphere became a little swollen due to the diffraction of light.
Here, time moves forward like water, sometimes dull and slow, sometimes like plasma, dissolved into seconds, and several years may have passed quietly without realizing it.
Finally, Eldra came to a lonely cabin, which was located on a low hill and the environment was incompatible with its surroundings.
The cabin is surrounded by vibrant and vibrant plants with natural fragrance, and healthy butterflies flutter around the roof.
Eldra carefully opened the door of the wooden house. Inside was a decoration like an ancient Eldar mural. A figure was sitting on a wicker chair and looking at him.
(End of this chapter)