Earlier in the interlude of Chapter 512, Malcador was very busy
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At an earlier point at the end of M41
Arkworld Bietan< br>
In front of the Burning Obsidian Gate
The maids of Slaanesh jumped in ecstasy, stepping on the tips of their claws and hooves and rushing into the hunting ground behind the main webway door on the ark that seemed to be torn open and unable to be completely closed.
They waved their scorpion-like limbs, opened their mouths wide, and stretched out their long, slender tongues full of barbs to taste whether there was fear or other emotions in the Jianfeng troops waiting in the distance. The taste - but then they began to scream in horror and incomprehension, and turned into a primitive "soup" of nothingness in the spiritual light emitted by the old man holding the eagle-headed staff.
The old man in robe raised his staff high, and the blazing flame behind the eagle's back changed from orange to white gold, like thousands of sharp swords coming out of the bones, starting from the side that welcomes the light. All the other evil creatures and Slaanesh's dependents turned into streams of pus, red pink rouge, and white bones and skulls, leaving only silk gauze and broken jewelry soaked in the soup, emitting purple pink smoke, on the ground.
To describe this strange and rare sight in this way will inevitably make people feel a little elegance and magnificent details, but even the clowns of the Midnight Mourning Troupe have a hard time picking it up from their poetic language. There are no more suitable words to describe this strange scene.
Such a unique power that is highly targeted against the Dark Familia also makes Eldrad Uslan and his prophets increasingly fearful but completely impossible to refuse: If they just burn the demons, Mediocre skills such as annihilation or just driving the vanguard of these dark princes back behind the curtain cannot make the high-minded Ark Eldar be so polite to a "monkey" magician. , but now they have even summoned a team of dimensional spiders and howling banshees as his guards for this old alien.
This "resurrected" "Makado" must not make any mistakes!
Yes, maybe in the human empire, those who can know the appearance of the "Magic Pattern", "Palm Holder", "Imperial Regent" or "Imperial Prime Minister" from thousands of years ago can say no. It would be more than one palm, but for the long life of the Ark Spirit Clan prophets, it seemed that they had just seen this leader among the "monkeys" a few years ago, and naturally they could interpret it from the divination runes and the changes in the spring water. out of his death.
But they failed to interpret his resurrection, just as they could not fish out their own shadows from the spring water.
So when the Demon Mark Malcador suddenly appeared in Bietan riding on the aftermath of the invasion of the Slaanesh Vanguard Dancers, he promptly "saved" them several times, including in the iron chamber where Kane's incarnation was sleeping. When they defeated the cunning Pioneer Dancer of Slaanesh, the Eldar were not only ashamed and angry at being saved by the "monkey" at first, but they also thought that this was the beginning of a complicated conspiracy from one, two, or three gods...
Of course, they soon discovered that they were wrong. Not only that, after showing these Ark Eldar and Ifreni who arrived later what they could do and what they could do for their souls, The old man, whose chips had never been so rich, looked at the shy and angry expressions of the Eldar who realized that they could not refuse, and showed an impeccable diplomatic smile.
Then this is what happened.
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Standing next to Eldrad Uthlan, Bietan Ark’s own great prophet Lasse Riel also looked at the situation with complex eyes at the situation where the Slaanesh Vanguards were turned into a thick liquid full of ammonia, sulfur and other smells, and then the members of Bietan's Sword Wind Troops stepped forward cautiously but very excitedly.
These members of the Samurai Path are not holding their deadly weapons now. Instead, each one is carrying a special container and wearing armor gloves, carefully using Eldar from the remnants left by these demons. The uniquely sensitive soul and fingertips try to feel the faintest resonance that may still be there——
“I found another one!” A howling banshee shouted with joy, and immediately softly She covered her mouth and made an elegant apology to her surroundings - everyone nodded - she was still too young, she had just joined this path and needed more training and self-discipline.
But her joy can indeed be forgiven, because her slender hands are protecting a trembling transparent colloid, like a jelly turned from an emerald. She picked it up with both hands and put it Entering the container, he crossed the battlefield with a light and stable posture, came to Malcador, put down the container in his hand, and then took off his helmet, revealing a head of flaming hair and a childlike Ying who had not yet shed her childish eyes and brows. White face.
She is indeed a young girl who is qualified to cross the threshold of adulthood, Latheriel thought sadly, if she had not lost so many people in the previous sinister invasion of the Dark Prince's Vanguard, she would not have been able to do so. Will agree to do this... But now, Bietan's Ark is seriously damaged, and the ancestor souls in the infinite loop are in danger. On one side is eternal annihilation, and on the other side is the greedy mouth of the Thirsty Lady...
The old man nodded, tapped his toes, and his anti-gravity floating flying disc flew in front of the girl - this was another creation that many Bietan Eldar criticized. Many people believed that its driving force was not Maka. The "technology and mechanical magic" claimed by many was actually made by disguising a screaming flying shark and stuffing it into the core. Perhaps this was the driving force for the Lord of Change to intervene in the major events here. But naturally, at a time when they urgently need Malcador's abilities, many Eldar cannot learn to hold their noses and accept it and pretend not to see it.
Malcador stretched out his skinny fingers and slowly drew magic runes in the air. They were bright and shining, powerful and lingering in the air, and were also reflected in Efreni and her guards. In the eyes of Visage and the bloody brides.
The Daughter of Shadows is now full of doubts. Although the power of Yannard, the god of death, loves to call her "daughter", she is resurrected from the fatal wound in the arena and successfully escapes Commorragh from the Webway. She also obtained a powerful weapon here to fight against the demons of Slaanesh, and was able to understand the five divine swords hidden by the goddess Mori Haig, which may open up the revelation of the seventh path for the future of the Eldar.
The arrival of Eldrad Uthwe also confirmed how real and strong the ripples caused by the revelation she received in the subspace and the star sea of reality——
But the Supreme Prophet He was somewhat panicked when he came here, and when Ifreni asked him for help in driving away the sudden intrusion of Malcador, so as not to steal the opportunity to show her power, the Great Prophet's attitude seemed very ambiguous.
Finally, the Supreme Prophet told the Daughter of Shadows not to worry, as he had discovered from the crystal how the various extensions, weavings and nodes of the thread of future destiny operate.
The thread of fate is still entangled around her, and Malcador is just a particularly huge needle - if others are like sewing needles to the thread of fate, then Malcador is almost the same. loom. It's not a big problem, don't worry, because "her" existence itself is the intersection of the lines of fate.
Even so, Ifreni still felt extremely uneasy. She sensed the displeasure of a certain god and the prying eyes of some gods.
It's as if someone has... overtaken you.
She stared at Malcador's back and started thinking.
On the other side, Malcador's runes have reached the end. Like countless times before, they gathered into a handful of liquid as bright as molten steel, dripping down into the container. In a gelatinous jelly-like object.
With the injection of new energy liquid, it made a hissing sound and puffs of smoke rose up. This was a manifestation of the chaotic impurities and demonic pollution remaining and mixed in it being burned and volatilized. .
Finally, when the contents of the container finally cooled down, it became a beautiful green crystal, but there seemed to be a looming white-gold light spot in the core.
"It seems promising..." The Elf girl held up the container happily.
Makado nodded.
The prophets of Bietan stepped forward, carefully and quickly took the crystal, and moved it to the Ark's less damaged crystal dome that had begun to be repaired, where there were already more like this The new crystals are stored separately on an island in the middle of the lake surrounded by grass and springs on one side. ————————————
“I still don’t understand…”
The old man's entourage slowly emerged from the shadows around him and began to talk to him, while Malcador's Eldar guards turned a blind eye to this, as if frozen in this second, turning into thousands or even tens of thousands in the blink of an eye. Over the years, the breath from inhalation to exhalation takes the process of a star from dust to birth.
“What don’t you understand?”
“Why are you trying so hard to comprehensively help these pointed-eared aliens who cannot be trusted? The consequences of their treachery and elusiveness have been shown countless times , recorded in many histories and archives I have read, with these skills, you can definitely help mankind, although... But, you are Malcador, the founder of the Tribunal and the former regent of the empire. If you live deep in the empire. It still has considerable energy if operated in secret."
"Because it may be sued by the Hegemony Tower Corn Agricultural Products Association and the Titan Psychic Canned Supply and Marketing Cooperative," Makado replied immediately and happily. .
“……”
The groove on the old man's face wrinkled deeply, "Because... what if I said, this is just to save more human beings?"
"...You are not the kind of person who likes to save the whole world." "The type of human being, a big human being."
"I am indeed not." The former Imperial Regent nodded, "I admit that I did have some differences in defining what kind of person is a 'human being'. Appropriate bias."
"That doesn't seem to be called bias. It means that only those you think are human beings can be classified as saveable humans, while others - slaves, slave laborers, and servants are not. Not a human being, just an ant and a living tool - so arrogant and unreasonable."
"I don't deny it."
"That's really rare, you arrogant old bastard."
"Why so?" The old man nodded. Swiping his thumb down, he "rubbed" different image traces in the space, just like someone using his fingers to wipe away the water mist on a foggy glass in a winter carriage. "Look."
His followers looked attentively and saw another future where Malcador had not intervened or stepped aside at this moment, and was being fully exerted by Ifreni, the god of the dead. Nader did not really wake up, but its incarnation, Yinkarn, the spirit of vengeance, was awakened and opened a passage to the warp for the followers of Ifreni, now renamed the Death Army.
While this incarnation protected the Death Army as they swam in a safe passage, huge ripples caused by its rejection by the warp spread throughout the galaxy, causing countless sailing Imperial ships full of travelers to capsize. , Trek; countless relatively remote planets or worlds unable to sustain food self-sufficiency were involved in the sudden subspace storm and lost contact with their life routes...
Every time Yin Kahn led the Death Army, If you take a step forward, countless humans will die as a result, and the Eldar's attitude towards this is: as long as there is a one in ten thousand chance of success, they can compete with Slaanesh and avoid falling into the stomach of the thirsty lady. Then even if the cost is a million times this, they can accept it.
The attendant didn't speak for a moment, but when Machado looked over, he saw the other man's lips trembling with anger.
"This price was not paid with their lives, how can you be so confident in saying this?!"
"This is the Spirit Tribe." The old man smiled, "Otherwise How could I give birth to the first cry of the Prince of Darkness with the enjoyment of a country? As you said, I made the same mistakes as them before, so in the end, my wisdom was misled. You can understand this. One point is the first step to introspection.”
Malcador waved his sleeves again, and the space returned to its original image. The fragment of possibility exhausted its energy and disappeared in the flow of time.
“But don’t worry, we are here now, blocking part of Ifreni’s momentum, and I will convince Eldrad Uthlan next, as long as he starts to lean towards my words, I will then be able to guide them through the weaving of their destiny while minimizing the loss to humanity in the process...and I will oversee the final awakening of Robert Guilliman,"
His entourage nodded coldly, and then slowly melted into the shadows, as if preparing to leave.
"What?"
"...I have to go around in a big circle now to calm down my mood, otherwise I will want to kill people here."
"Ah." Malcador nodded understandingly, "It's just a good time to take a look at the progress everywhere. We have to control the rhythm just right."
The followers disappeared completely, and the time around them recovered. The normal flow was stopped, and Malcador saw Eldrad's frown, which was the same as the others' expressions that seemed to be aware of something but unable to detect the specific direction.
He smiled, and then it was time to gather the Ark Eldar for Ifreni and increase the number of participating Arks... Oh, yes, and also, he saw countless demons from different realms... Well... make sure Without as many guards as she originally had, Ifreni was able to reach important points on her journey smoothly.
Oh... By the way... I don’t know what happened to that child...
Makado’s knuckles lightly slid across the handle of the staff.
If you follow the fate of the Death Army...then at a certain point in the future, if it is as described in the tapestry of fate, you should have...a brief encounter, right?
(End of this chapter)