Chapter 1376 The Lost Aether
“Huh?”
Hearing the Tau’s call, Rozim turned around impatiently.
"Hey, let's be clear. If I don't chop it up, you will already be a big help. Don't push yourself too far."
"Please listen to me, we have a very important adult. It was kidnapped here a long time ago. Now that we are here, we cannot give up the opportunity to rescue it! Please help us! I guarantee that Ether will give you an extremely generous reward, whatever you want! I promise!”
"Huh? Uh-"
Rozim scratched his face at a loss. Although he was greedy for money, he still knew how to measure. This time he came not just to make money, he also had to find a way to help. Soshyan.
There are enough things now. If there are more things, I'm afraid——
But before he could speak, Lataxin suddenly spoke.
“Who is it, worthy of you doing this?”
When the other party asked this question, Mingqi's blue face showed an embarrassed look, and he hesitated for a long time without saying anything.
Seeing this, Lataxin raised his legs and was about to leave. Mingqi finally made up his mind and said:
"Okay, I will tell you, but I hope you can help us after knowing it!"
“Speak first.”
“He is the most powerful Aether in history, the Fire Caste’s eternal war mentor, the green-skinned beheader, and the hero of Fio’Vash. `History! ”
Hearing this, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Lataxin's cold face. Then his lips moved slightly and he said a word that made Rozim's head spin.
"Okay."
"Rataxin, are you serious?"
The other party turned his head and looked at Rozim.
“I didn’t say right away.”
After that, he returned his gaze to the fire warrior.
"How to save Ammon's history, you have to find a way on your own, and the premise is that we can accept it. Before that, you can choose to stay with us."
Ming Qi nodded.
"I understand, but now everyone is injured"
"Then find a place to rest first."
This sentence was said by Lataxin to Rozim.
"Okay, but you'd better explain to me why later."
"Yes."
Rozim shook his head helplessly , sighed:
“I just want to make some money, why are there so many troubles——”
At the same time, in the central city of Comoros, there was a huge semi-trapezoid building that was glowing dimly under the dim black sun. Although the surrounding roads were busy with traffic, there was not a single living creature within a few hundred meters of the entire building.
Its name is the Shrine of the Cursed Night, a place where even the noble governors of Comoros dare not set foot easily——
Because it belongs to nightmare.
As a servant of Bloodhand Kane, the Nightmare never swears allegiance to any sect or conspiracy. They are only loyal to their own war shrine. This is very similar to the Arkworld warriors, so the nature of the Nightmare is completely Neutral, they abide by the contract and are highly skilled, all of which make them the perfect choice for bodyguards.
As long as the contract is abided by, then the Nightmare is a city of conspiracy where there is no possibility of "betrayal" at all. This characteristic makes no Archon hesitate to share the spoils with the Nightmare and their shrines. And try to avoid confronting them in a power grab as much as possible.
At the same time, the more important reason why the nightmares have such a transcendent status is that they, or their masters, never participate in the power struggle in Commorragh.
At this time, in the magnificent main hall of the Nightmare Temple, a giant made of steel and flames illuminated the shrine. The walls were bathed in flickering orange and red light, and its eyes were the embers of darkness. , the flames burned like flesh and blood under the cracked metal skin.
Many deep voices are praising its name - Keira Mantha Kane.
It is the Eldar God of War, the God of Murder and the God of Hatred.
In the huge shrine hall, eight figures are bathed in the light of Kane. They are wearing blue and black battle armor, with gorgeous horned helmets on their heads, and their armored hands hold the long and wide Kleif broad blade. , under the light, the edge of Clive's broad-bladed knife exuded a dangerous red light, and there were others lurking in the shadows behind them, with pale flesh and flashing eyes looming in the darkness.
After a moment, another figure entered the shrine. He was wearing the same armor as the others, although it was more gorgeous than the others.
The newcomer then chose as weapons a pair of curved Kleve broadblades, which glowed with energy.
"You are the so-called best warriors in this shrine, but today I hope you can tell me what fear is."
Nightmare Bishop 'Void Brother' Clewix Kay Lasos's voice came out from the helmet like a low whisper.
Smoke from the censers surrounding the shrine hung in the air as he paced back and forth in front of the standing warriors.
As Clevix Kerasos walked from one end of the line to the other, eight pairs of eyes followed him. They watched every pause, every hesitation of the bishop, his fingers tightening on the knife. handle.
After a long time, one of the nightmares spoke.
“My lord, fear is power, our whole existence is based on a fear so terrible that we cannot even name it, but our scattered Cousins, are also driven by this fear, even those who live in the dark city below."
"Oh?"
After hearing this, Clevix Kerathos stopped in the middle of the group, only three steps away from the eight deadly warriors who were looking for his moment of weakness.
He stood in front of the warrior who spoke, staring straight at him, seeming to be looking at every weakness in his armor.
The nightmare just stood motionless, no one knew the expression under the helmet, and no one knew his ambition.
But everyone knows that his ambition is to replace Clewix. After all, this is also the ambition of every Nightmare.
Although nightmares will not betray their employer, they also have a cruel competition mechanism within them. If they want to become a high-level member, the newcomer must challenge the person who occupies his spying position and defeat him in a duel, but with science and technology Unlike elsewhere in Moro, assassinations are not allowed.
If the shrine bishop dies in battle, the remaining nightmares will fight with each other for the position of bishop to decide who will be the next new bishop.
The strong will live, the weak will die, and their corpses will be burned. In the end, everything will be dedicated to the huge statue of Kane overlooking it all.
The statue of Kane in the shrine itself is carved from precious metals and strange stones collected from real space and the webway. Those who lose the promotion challenge will have their hearts dug out during the ceremony, and their still living bodies is thrown into a ritual pit of green fire surrounding the idol.
(End of this chapter)