Hearing the warrior's words, Eldra nodded, and when he raised his hand, a weapon was also lifted from the edge of the throne.
The barrel of the weapon exudes a faint light, and the gems inlaid on the grip and handguard are sparkling - there is no doubt that this is the weapon of a former champion, precious and famous.
"Take her, Deadly Gaze, to destroy the Lord of the God of Corruption. After losing the Lord, the rest can only fight with humans here until death."
"Oh... no, I can't, Great Prophet, I'm not qualified yet."
"I have the right to send her away. If she falls asleep at such a critical moment, she will be unhappy. The enemies must accept the kiss of death again!"
Eldra held up this terrible weapon reverently.
"Great Prophet, she will not sleep like this. This is the honor you bestowed upon me."
Eldra nodded, stopped talking, and urged Lean Heine Noel to leave the ventricle quickly.
After that, the prophet sat for a long time, just thinking about the coming silence, and then his mind was once again awakened by the destruction of life and the bloody battle outside the stone wall.
Eldra stood up and slowly walked down from the throne, kneeling on the cold floor of the heart chamber and untied the beautifully decorated bag on her belt, and the contents inside crackled.
He scattered the contents onto the floor. These were fragments of spirit bones, each fragment decorated with energy runes on its surface.
Although the light here was dim, these fragments still shone like ice illuminated by the sun. He carefully observed the shape of each piece, and slowly moved these spirit bone fragments with his bare fingers to match them with each other.
, or place several of the runes individually or in piles, and gradually expand them into an exquisite magic circle - his operation is quite precise.
Eldra felt nervous when he sensed the moaning of the subspace. This spiritual circle could unlock the lock that separated the subspace from his mind, allowing him to touch the violent and unfettered depths of the subspace.
energy.
He began to use this key to infuse the power of the warp into the runes in the circle.
Slowly, these runes became brighter and brighter, began to hum with energy, and his mind began to struggle.
At this time, the soul stones inlaid in the prophet's rune armor and the dozen or so soul stones inlaid on the edge of the throne began to sparkle at the same time. These departed prophets and war wizards listened to Eldra's call, woke up from their eternal sleep, and helped
Guided and strengthened his strength.
A few older and pure souls scolded him for daring to try to achieve such a huge attempt, while the others silently helped Eldra while appeasing these old souls.
Because the purpose of everything that was done was pure and simple: Uthwi must live forever, and Eldra was right to do all she could to protect Uthwi.
The noise coming from behind almost distracted him. It turned out that his sword was trembling in the casket, as if he couldn't wait to taste the taste of battle.
"Quiet."
Eldra whispered, and then continued to work hard.
Now the magic circle becomes even more shining, some of the runes seem to be shaking continuously from the earthquake, and the beating soul stones are flickering.
Eldra stared into the abyss of the warp, letting the violent energy pour into his body.
In the surging rhythm, he is constantly absorbing energy.
Then, his bare hands opened like sharp claws, veins popped out on his arms, and now he felt extremely painful.
But he had to find out one thing: whether Veronica was still safe and hidden, and whether she had been watched by some existence in the subspace.
Originally, he didn't want to do such a risky thing, but for some reason he has been feeling a little uneasy lately, so he needs to find help from someone.
The next moment, his vision suddenly went dark and his nose was bleeding profusely.
When Eldra sat up again, she found that her hands had sunk into the soil beneath her, and pus seeped out from the surface that had been deformed by the squeeze.
He looked around blankly, his eyes sweeping over the stretched and twisted branches of the black trees that were looming in the mist. The miasma stung his nostrils, and this smell brought back another memory for him.
"The realm of the corrupt god..."
After realizing where her spirit had been taken, Eldra calmed down, stood up, and glanced at the strange trees surrounding the land.
There was nothing moving except for the mist that danced in the forest with a gentle rhythm.
This is not the first time for him to come to this place. Many, many years ago, he also came here once and brought Veronica back to the Arkworld.
Eldra lowered his head to examine himself, and saw that his feet were sunk deep into the mossy soil, and the black trees surrounding him seemed to be feeding on animals.
Then he found a gravel path that extended outwards from here, so he walked along the path.
The path led him to a wide space, which seemed to be a farmland. Thousands of fungi were growing wildly in the field. It was obvious that they were also cultivated artificially here.
From here on all traces of human influence disappear, a trace of neglect spoiling the beauty of the overall arrangement.
The roads have all turned into a thick earthy brown, the hedges are leaning here and there, rotten wooden blocks are scattered on the ground, and the decorations inlaid on them have long been eroded to the point of being unrecognizable, but some traces of ancient Ada craftsmanship can still be seen.
Eldra walked along the winding strips of hanging moss. He did not see any servants of the God of Corruption along the way, but he was not surprised because this was the most secret corner of the God of Corruption's domain.
It's so secret that the evil god doesn't even allow his most trusted servants to set foot inside.
Along the way, he saw moss hanging on the road like beards, and the trees they clung to were bent and twisted like an old man.
The buzzing of fat flies lulls people to sleep, and they sing noisily among the rotting flowers. Every time they land heavily on the flowers, they are accompanied by withering and death, and they do not carry any pollen.
There are algae and weeds that emit stench and emit toxic gases floating on the surface of the pond. Rotting heads hang like fruits on the fruit trees in the orchard. The branches of the fruit trees are very soft and pale like the skin of a drowned person.
One after another, diseased hands grew out of a vegetable patch that had not been cared for by anyone, swatting feebly at the flies that were devouring them. A stream full of filth ran through the moist grass covered with black reeds.
The whispers of various creatures could be heard nearby.
Some small and fat creatures stared at Eldra fiercely, with unconcealed hostility in their deep voices. The giant insects flying around kept dripping some kind of poisonous liquid, and their chirping sounds filled the air.
The entire cliff.
Eldra continued to wander among the green spaces, woods and marshes of this twisted garden, following a specific route.
A lifeless, motionless green sun burned in the mist, and the sphere became a little swollen due to the diffraction of light.
Here, time moves forward like water, sometimes dull and slow, sometimes like plasma dissolved into seconds, and several years may have passed quietly without realizing it.
Finally, Eldra came to a lonely cabin, which was located on a low hill and the environment was incompatible with its surroundings.
The cabin is surrounded by vibrant and vibrant plants, with natural fragrance, and healthy butterflies are flying around the roof.
Eldra carefully pushed open the door of the wooden house. The interior was decorated like an ancient Eldar mural, and a figure was sitting on a wicker chair looking at him.