Chapter 1434 Changes are coming


Chapter 1434 Changes are coming

An Arkworld has arrived in Comoros!

This is a major event that has never happened since the fall of the Eldar. Although it did not enter Commorragh, it just floated far in the sky, but the meaning it represents makes people think deeply. .

Combined with the recent series of major events in Commorragh, the emergence of the Arkworld seems to many Archons to be more like a sign——

The Eldar race that fell apart in the past Are there signs of revival in the empire?

Has the family that was once torn apart and taken different paths finally healed?

And all of this forced them to turn their attention to the center of the vortex of the entire world, and the most central figure -

As the leader of the Arkworld Lughnut delegation, the young prophet Pa Tricia, who was leading four followers on the gunboat of the Venomous Tongue Cabal, was also in Comoros for the first time. When she actually saw the homeland of these "cousins", she was also shocked. .

It is hard to imagine that the residents here are of the same race as her.

The streets of Comoros are like lines on parchment, intersecting over and over again. The city is like a whirlpool of jumbled towers. The streets are filled with all kinds of chaotic sights and sounds. It is completely different from the serious and orderly Ark.

The residents here are generally pale-skinned, black-haired, thin in stature and rude in speech, and all of them carry weapons, even the most humble ones.

To be honest, in her eyes, the cousins ​​of Comoros are at best barbarians who have just crawled out of the cave. It is hard to imagine that they actually claim to be the orthodox ancient empire——

If that is true This only shows that the former empire is completely hopeless.

But here, she did not see any signs of temples or priests, only some statues of Kane. As a prophet, she was very dissatisfied with this aspect. Although the Eldar gods had fallen long ago, there were no Faith is still difficult for her to understand.

This is a weakness. A race without faith can easily be manipulated, which is why there are a large number of shrines in the Craftworld.

As they passed through the city, the number of Cabal warriors surrounding the delegation increased, seeming to form a barrier between these Ark cousins ​​and the darkness of Commorragh.

Soon, they arrived at the central tower of the Venomous Tongue Cabal's castle.

Patricia saw at a glance that the tower was a crude mockery of the ancient art of the Eldar, designed by savage minds and built by dull craftsmen.

The huge black stones are accumulated arrogantly, much like the gloomy tombs dotted on the primitive planet. The slope of the tower has many extension structures growing along its surface, which seem to be various narrow paths. Windows and balconies, and something that might be a tower.

It was like a wild beast squatting on the territory of the conspiracy, and other buildings in the city kept their distance from it as if they were frightened by it.

"Please come this way."

After getting off the gunboat, the maid in a black high-collar dress led the team from the Arkworld to the highly decorated gate.

As they drew closer, Patricia felt something dark and beautiful surrounding her, like a circle of poisonous flowers.

She reached out to touch the stone of the tower and felt a burning sting.

“Ah, Prophet, how are you?”

At this time, a senior warrior of the conspiracy group who led them spoke, and there was a little greed in his eyes when he looked at Patricia.

"I'm fine."

The prophet nodded solemnly. "Don't be nervous, you are safer here than anywhere else, noble prophet."

The other party's glib tone made her very uncomfortable, and she did not like the other party's aggression. Sexual glances but nothing said.

As soon as she entered the tower, Patricia felt as if everything around her was pressing down on her, as if forcing her to crawl on the ground like a snake.

At the same time, various voices came into her mind, and they kept muttering in the corners of her thoughts. She speculated that this was probably related to the location of Comoros. After all, it was the closest to the subspace.

Looking left and right, it was obvious that a dark aura enveloped the stone wall. Looking too long in any direction seemed to burn her eyes.

A lot of pain lingered here, and she also heard screams. She didn't know whether they came from far away or from somewhere in the tower.

"How are you, noble Prophet?"

The pervert was still staring at her with feigned concern, and Patricia tried hard to resist the urge to slap him to death.

"I'm fine, continue to lead the way."

Going up the stairs, there are giant statues on both sides of the corridor, with many ancient murals and paintings interspersed between the statues.

Patricia immediately recognized that the style of these paintings resembled that of the ancient Eldar empire, and she walked around, staring at them, eager to touch them. She never thought she would see these things that were almost lost in the Craftworld again.

The corridor itself was made of stone slabs, rising in a zigzag pattern, and with every step she took, the whisper in her head became clearer and clearer, and she could only do her best to ignore it.

And she discovered that the space inside the tower was actually completely different from what it looked like outside. The height of thousands of meters seemed to be directly compressed into a flat surface.

The gorgeous hall is curled up in the network at the end of the corridor, curling up like a tumor on the heart of the tower. The room is full of smoking braziers, and the firelight illuminates the high balconies and wide The floor, the throne table at the other end of the room, was empty.

The decoration here is completely different from the outside. It is decorated with a lot of amber and fresh green plants. The colors are mainly white and cyan, and a giant garden is woven on the painted carpet.

The hall was crowded with members of the Cabal, both men and women but mostly women. Although their clothing was flashy compared to any Ark Eldar Patricia had ever seen, these people They are all arrogant bullies, no different from pirates traveling between the stars.

The female members interested her even more. They looked like she-wolves having fun, but under their laughter, there was more desire and desire hidden.

What’s even more interesting is that no witch spirit was seen here. Apparently Malus wanted the scene to be more “peaceful”.

Patricia knew that this was a simple trick of Malus. One of the most commendable abilities of this strong woman from Comoros is to find the most vulnerable weakness in anyone's mind or body, and then insert it into her. Put a hook in and twist it hard.

Soon, Malus, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked out from behind the curtain. It was extremely rare that she did not wear the consul's black skirt and armor, but put on a white and cyan dress. The decorations, such as armbands and headbands, have changed into the shape of vines and green leaves, and the makeup has been changed to a more simple light makeup, except for a circle of gold around the eyes.

If her name was not mentioned, Patricia would even think that the person who appeared in front of her was a compatriot who grew up in the virgin world.

(End of this chapter)

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