Chapter 1197 The God in the Cage
That seems to be the most beautiful existence in the galaxy. She has exactly the same appearance as Veronica, but does not have such a vivid expression. She is wearing a flawless white dress. , with a silver leaf-shaped crown on her head, paired with long green hair, she looked noble and ethereal, but there was lingering sadness between her eyebrows.
Eldra stepped forward, knelt on one knee in front of her, held up the other person's right hand, and placed it against her forehead.
“O great and merciful Isha. I have sent Veronica to that person, and now I hope to get your enlightenment and know whether the evil gaze of the warp has been removed from her body. "
The goddess stared at him with empty eyes, without any expression or movement, as dull as a doll.
For a moment, her thin lips trembled slightly, and then a whisper came out.
Eldra knelt on the ground respectfully and listened.
Suddenly, there was a roar from the sky. Eldra immediately raised his head and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Some color also appeared in the goddess's eyes at the same time. She waved her hand gently, and Eldra's world instantly fell into darkness.
“Ah——”
Eldra woke up from her dream, screaming in pain like a wounded animal.
After gasping for breath, he found himself lying on the smooth stone floor of the ventricle, and he didn't even recall his name for a moment.
After that, his memory came back bit by bit like fine sand passing through an hourglass.
Then the prophet immediately wondered how long he had been unconscious.
Walking through the realm of chaos with a spiritual imprint is inherently risky. If he hadn't carried the imprint left by Isa, he wouldn't have been able to get out at all.
Although he escaped unscathed this time, it was obvious that a certain existence had noticed him. It was probably unrealistic to sneak to that place again, but fortunately he had obtained the information he needed.
"Uh"
The weak prophet could hardly stand up now, his hands were shaking constantly, his arms were as weak as dry branches, and blood was gurgling from his nose and mouth.
He could even feel his beating organs and thumping lungs rustling against his ribs, like a caged bird longing for freedom.
After resting for a while, he looked around.
The soul stone has become dim, and the sword in the sword box has become silent. The rune fragments are scattered on the ground, as if someone kicked over the carefully drawn magic circle. Some of them are as hot as steel in a furnace, and others are just some distortions. Just dust.
Eldra sighed, ignoring the burning pain, grabbed the runes one by one, and gathered all the fragments and dust together.
In the name of Val, the craftsman god, I hope he can be forgiven.
Suddenly, Eldra's tired spirit sensed that Lean Heni Noel had returned to the heart chamber. He must not be embarrassed in front of a warrior.
So the Great Seer cheered up, struggled back to the throne, and tied the small bag full of dust back to his waist.
During the action, his joints crackled like gun bolts. When he turned his head, he could feel another surge of hot blood deep in his throat.
"Great Prophet? Are you... okay?"
Lien Heni Noel stepped into the heart chamber with the breath of war, and immediately noticed something strange about Eldra .
"It's just fatigue. How is things going? How long has it been?"
"Great Prophet, six moments have passed. I successfully hit the Lord of the Plague God. ...But a storm... seems to be a creation of God, more violent than I imagined."
Eldra frowned, what does the storm mean? But he couldn't let his warrior discover that he knew nothing.
If his condition allowed, he would go out to check the situation by himself, but now his spirit is too weak and too tired.
"Be more specific."
"The enemy retreated, Great Prophet. After I hit the lord, the lackeys of the God of Corruption suddenly retreated, and broke out in the process There was a subspace storm, and not only were the monkeys unable to pursue us, but we also lost track of each other. "What? Retreating?" Eldra frowned, he knew the Chaos Space Marines very well. He is definitely not a greenskin and will not collapse just because he is beheaded.
There must be another reason for their retreat.
Damn, what did he miss?
At this moment, Lien Heine Noel suddenly knelt down on his knees and made a formal request.
“Great Prophet, I beg you for the last time, please let me bring back Veronica. She is the most potential war witch. She cannot stay in the world of savage monkeys, and——”< br>
Eldra slowly shook her helmeted head, and Lien Heni Noel immediately stood up involuntarily.
"No matter who told you this, but I will say it one last time. There is no need to mention this matter again, understand?"
Lean Heine Noel has always loved Wei. Ronika, Eldra is very aware of this matter, but in the face of the interests of the Arkworld and the entire race, any individual emotion is irrelevant.
Afterwards, Eldra stretched out her bare fingers, letting a burst of spirit gently touch Lean Heni Noel's forehead, and sent him a pulse of psychic energy.
Through this pulse, Eldra saw what the warrior had seen before.
Lean Heine Noel froze, trembling, and looking away.
Two or three scenes of howling storms flashed through his mind.
Then the scene gathered again, and this time Eldra finally saw it.
He saw the storm, saw the extremely violent storm.
What happened in the subspace was an extremely destructive storm. The raging storm was completely out of control. In the storm, there were still a few glimmers of light, which was the retreating plague fleet.
It seemed that they had indeed retreated, but Eldra was still a little uneasy -
Suddenly, the words he heard before popped into his mind again.
The shadow is the blade, and the disaster is before your eyes.
I felt restless for a moment, and Eldra couldn't think, so she could only wave her hand.
"Go back and rest first, tell everyone that the matter is over, and we will set sail and leave here soon."
"Yes, the Great Prophet."
After the warrior left, Eldra gathered his spirit again. Dazed and restless, he passed through the heart chamber and opened a quartz box fixed on the wall, which was filled with Empty silk ribbons and dust, with some extremely precious items among them.
He took out one of the small bags containing precious items and took out a spiritual bone staff.
The spirit bone staff is warm and vibrating continuously - this is one of the few living spirit bone staffs he has left.
With a sigh, he sat back on the throne, holding the spirit bone staff tightly to his chest with both hands.
He prayed that there was still enough power in the wand to guide him.
In a burst of light, he poured power into the spirit bone staff. The soul stones beside him and the soul stones embedded in his armor all came back to life in an instant - at least most of them.
Some of them are still lifeless, while many merely glow with a dim light.
The Great Prophet's head drooped back, and his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down. No matter what the lackeys of the God of Corruption tried, at least he got a revelation from the goddess of life - Veronica now If it is still safe, then his gamble is a victory for the time being.
But now he still needs to wait, waiting for a force to accumulate and mature, and then use that force to tear open the realm of chaos and truly release the goddess of life.
He knew very well that he was the weakest party in this vast chess game, so he could only try his best to use his strength to gain strength.
"Soshyan Alexey, you have to work hard"
(End of this chapter)