Chapter 1456 Death God Jena
The reason for Eldra's absence this time was still not disclosed to everyone as in the past, but the council accepted his actions out of trust and was based on the interests of Uthwe. , the visionaries whispered that he was preparing for the future—some immediate, inevitable, looming threat just beyond their horizons.
"Yes, Se'akchi of the Emerald Temple, the Eye of Terror has indeed become unusually active recently, with the vortex of subspace overflowing from it, representing something more terrifying. Since losing Ai We have never seen such signs since Sartan. The sky is filled with pain and the stars are crying like children." The edges were trimmed with black phosphorescence, and although seemingly peaceful, his consciousness held a certain anxiety that they all shared.
Something new is emerging from the future, weighing like a dark cloud on the minds of the prophets.
It was so huge that it was impossible to tell, which caused a hint of anxiety that was brewing in the hearts of all the prophets into hysterical hints.
What is rising from the future?
It looked like an end, and beyond it was a swelling void that sucked souls from the breasts of all Eldar and breathed through the lips of all Eldar.
While the Council of Prophets in Uthvi are entangled in the recent prophecies, Eldra has already prepared a ritual in a distant unknown world.
This world once had the last pantheon of the Eldar Empire. Although it has long been abandoned like the other pantheons, it is the most complete one.
Over the years, he has had countless plans, but all of them revolved around only two goals, two gods.
A god that existed but was lost.
A god who has not yet appeared and has great potential.
Save the former one, awaken the latter one, and use them as the basis to build a new temple of reincarnation of life and death for the Eldar, so that the souls of their race can forever be freed from the threat of the subspace enemy.
This is his, Eldra's ultimate goal.
As long spells flowed from his mouth, patterns of light and shadow danced on the polished floor, like electric snakes gliding in oil.
They twitched constantly, flickering on and off, as if twitching from nervousness or anxiety.
The Great Prophet sat cross-legged against the wall on one side of the room, letting the waves of energy wash over his body. Three other powerful war wizards from different craft worlds were also collaborators summoned by Eldra. , sitting symmetrically around them, also immersed in meditation, their black armor flashing with bone-white runes.
Surrounding the ceremonial ring are placed some of the relics left by the former gods of the Eldar that Eldra has collected over the years, from fragments of Cain to fragments of the Anvil of Vaal, and more than a dozen items. The relics are placed on a small altar.
There was a faint chanting sound filling the air. Although none of the war wizards spoke and the whole room was shrouded in silence, their will was filled with singing, filling the carefully designed room. The spiritual resonance is brought into a symphonic realm.
Their souls floated in the violent abyss, letting their life essence ride the waves, constantly peering at the edges of their horizons, searching for the glimmer of the coming, inevitable storm.
Behind their closed eyelids, eyes flickered with fire, illuminating like a beacon to their homologous souls, guiding them back, lest they be forever lost between themselves and each other.
This dangerous ritual should never be performed alone.
As the voice of the spiritual chant became louder and louder, the clouds and mist from the subspace began to condense in the real room.
At first they were just a few wisps, just a hint of cirrus clouds forming near the ceiling.
But gradually, the mist began to condense and thicken, elongate into strips, and rotate into whirlpools.
As the rotation speed increases and gradually expands, these small vortices begin to condense and merge, rotating together to form a single, slowly rotating subspace vortex, rotating around the edge of the room, bypassing the back of each war wizard. Back, they were brought into the interior of a rotating twisted energy column.
I don’t know how long it took, but orange flames suddenly flickered, igniting the relics of the gods, and the eyes of the war witches opened at the same time, the flames licking their irises, as if they were about to They devour.
They still sat there absorbed in meditation, motionless and silent, their burning eyes focused on an invisible point in the center of the room. The warp swirling cloud began to accelerate, whipping up a tornado of twisted energy that rolled around the edges of the chamber and threatened to tear the chamber itself from the fabric of the Pantheon through sheer centrifugal force.
As the raging vortex surrounded them, they remained silent and calm, staring directly into the Eye of the Vortex, their eyes shining like liquid stars.
Where their gazes met, an image began to form, flickering at the edge of existence, as if unable to withstand the pressure of reality.
At the edge of the image, tens of millions of Eldar corpses are stacked on the horizon, like the outer shell of a planet.
The sky above these flickering images seems to be pierced by etheric lightning, causing souls to scream in the atmosphere and tear through the thick, sticky dark clouds.
Suddenly, a bright light shone like a flaming spear, but then disappeared.
"The time has come! Awaken the god of death, Jena!"
Eldra suddenly raised her arms, and at the same time the words she called shattered the surrounding vortex like bullets passing through ice sculptures.
Images and twisting clouds quickly dissipated, pushed back by fragments of relics from the gods - it was more than a word, it was a forgotten name.
"Jena!!"
When the three war witches chanted, it seemed as if this syllable brought death to the tip of their tongues.
Suddenly, a crack of light briefly appeared on a wall, flickering through the wraith bone structure and defining a stone tablet as it spread.
After a few seconds, the stone tablet melted, as if the spiritual bone structure retracted into the surrounding walls. At the same time, a cold light penetrated in, mixed with the thick darkness of the place itself, and scattered in the air. Interfering smoke patterns.
A weird image emerged. It seemed to be an Eldar. It was covered with a layer of purple gel armor. It had a slender body, with a large amount of white hair that reached its calf behind its head. It held a hand in one hand. Sword, holding an unfamiliar symbol high in one hand.
And its face is impressive, half of it looks like an ordinary Eldar, and the other half looks like a terrifying skeleton demon, accompanied by a huge horn extending upward, making it look like it will Two lives were forcibly stitched together.
When this image appeared, the temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, white frost began to form on the ground, and ghostly energy surrounded its body.
The war wizards broke their gaze, lowered their boiling eyes, and gradually brought their will back to reality and returned to the room in the material world.
They also saw this image, but no one wanted to tell what they saw.
It is a vision of all that they cannot and cannot imagine, a true taboo, the embodiment of repressed fears deep in their souls.
"Death, Jena."
Eldra muttered, he was not looking for confirmation, he just wanted to share the burden of the word, to push it into someone else's will , splitting it into separate runes, dividing the word and conquering it like a fragmented enemy.
"Go, the time for your arrival has come!"
With a high-pitched voice, he slammed his hands on the ground, and the dense runes around him were lit up at the same time, and the relics of the gods were squeezed out. The last bit of power turned into ashes and scattered in the invisible wind of subspace.
And the being known as the God of Death also let out a high-pitched scream, and finally disappeared on the spot, crossing the endless space, running towards a body that could be lodged——
(This chapter End)