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 emits a faint light, and the inlayed gems on the grip and guardrail are glittering - no doubt, this is the weapon of some former champion, precious and famous.
"Take her with her, stare deadly to destroy the lord of the God of Corruption. After losing the lord, the rest will be left here to fight humans until death."
"Oh...no, I can't, Great Prophet, I'm not qualified yet."
"I have the right to give her. If I sleep at such a critical moment, then she will be unhappy. The enemies must accept the passionate kiss of death again!"
Eldra piously lifted this terrible weapon.
"The great prophet, she will not sleep here, it is your honor to me."
Eldra nodded, stopped talking, and urged Rien Heini Noel to leave his ventricle as soon as possible.
After that, the prophet sat for a long time, only thinking about the coming silence, and his mind was awakened again by the desolation and bloody battles of creatures outside the stone wall.
Eldra got up and walked slowly down from the throne, kneeled on the cold floor of the ventricle and untied the beautifully decorated bag on her belt, and the contents contained there crackled.
He scattered the contents on the floor, which were fragments of spiritual bones, and each fragment was decorated with energy runes on the surface.
Although the light was dim here, the fragments were still shining like the ice illuminated by the sun. He carefully observed the shape of each piece of the person, slowly moved the fragments of the spirit bones with his bare fingers to match them with each other, or placed several of the runes alone or in piles, gradually spreading them into an exquisite magic circle - his operation was quite accurate.
When he sensed the moan of the subspace, Eldra felt a little nervous. This magic array of perceived psychic energy could unlock the lock that separates the subspace from his mind, allowing him to touch the violent and unrestrained energy of the subspace.
He began to use this key to inject the power of subspace into the runes in the magic circle.
Slowly, these runes became brighter and shining, and his mind began to struggle with the low sound of energy.
At this time, the soul stones inlaid with the prophet's rune armor and the dozen soul stones inlaid with the edge of the throne began to shine at the same time. These lost prophets and war witches followed Eldra's call and woke up from their eternal sleep, helping to guide and strengthen his power.
A few older, pure souls scolded him for trying to achieve such a huge attempt, while others helped Eldra silently while comforting these old souls.
Because the purpose of everything that is done is pure and simple: Usvi must last forever, and Eldra is very correct to protect Usvi as much as he can.
The noise from behind him almost distracted him. It turned out that his sword was trembling in the spirit bone box, as if he couldn't wait to taste the taste of fighting.
"Quiet."
Eldra whispered, then continued to work hard.
Now the magic circle has become even brighter, and some of the runes seem to be trembling constantly by the earthquake, and the soul stones that are constantly jumping are flashing.
Eldra stared at the abyss of subspace, causing violent energy to inject into his body.
In the surging rhythm, he was constantly absorbing energy.
Then, his bare hands spread out like sharp claws, and the veins on his arms burst out, and now he felt extremely painful.
But he had to figure out one thing, whether Veronica was still in a safe and hidden state, and whether she was being watched by some of the existences in the subspace.
Originally, he didn't want to do such a huge risk, but for some reason he has been a little uneasy recently, so he needs to find help from an existence.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly turned black and his nose was bleeding.
When Eldra sat up again, she found her hands sinking into the mud beneath her, and pus seeped out from the surface that was deformed by the squeeze.
He looked around in a daze, his eyes swept over the stretched twisted branches, the black trees looming in the mist, and the miasma stimulated his nostrils, and the smell evoked another memory of him.
"The Realm of the God of Corruption..."
Realizing where his spirit was brought to, Eldra calmed down, stood up, and glanced at the strange-looking trees surrounding the land.
There was nothing moving except for the fog that was beating in the forest at a gentle rhythm.
This is not the first time he has come to this place. Many, many years ago, he has also been here and brought Veronica back to the Ark World.
Eldra looked down at himself and saw his feet sinking deep in mossy soil, and the black trees surrounding him seemed to feed on animals.
Then he discovered a path paved with gravel, extending outward from here, so he walked out along the path.
The path led him to a wide space, which seemed to be a farmland, with thousands of fungi growing wildly in the fields. It is obvious that they were also artificially cultivated here.
From here on, all traces of human influence disappeared, and a trace of negligence destroyed the beauty of the overall layout.
The roads were all turned into thick earth-brown, the hedges were tilted, and rotten wooden blocks were scattered all over the ground. The ornaments embedded on them had long been eroded and difficult to identify, but some traces of ancient Aida craftsmanship could still be seen.
Eldra walked forward along the bent and hanging mosses, and did not see any servants of the corrupt god along the way, but he did not feel surprised, because this was the most secret corner of the realm of the corrupt god, so secret that the evil god would not even allow his most trusted servant to step on.
Along the way, he saw moss on the road like a beard, and the trees they climbed were bent and twisted like an old man.
The buzzing sound of fat flies urges people to fall asleep, and makes noisy singing among the rotten flowers. Every time they land heavily, they are accompanied by withering and apoptosis, and do not carry any pollen.
Algae and weeds with stench and squirting out poisonous gases floated on the water surface of the pond. The rotten heads hung on the fruit trees in the orchard like fruits. The branches of the fruit trees were very soft and pale like the skin of the drowning person. A few vegetable fields that were not cared for by anyone had grown one after another, slapped the flies that were swallowing them weakly. The filthy stream was walking through the wet grass covered with black reeds, and the whispers of various creatures came from the stream.
Some small and fat creatures stared at Eldra fiercely, with an unconcealed hostility in the low voice, and some kind of poisonous liquid kept dripping from the giant insects flying around, and their chirping filled the entire cliff.
Eldra continues to wander among the green areas of this twisted garden, woods and moors, along a certain route.
A lifeless round, the green sun burned motionlessly in the fog, and the sphere became a little swollen due to the diffraction of light.
Here, time moves forward like water, sometimes dull and slow, sometimes dissolves into seconds like plasma, and years may have passed quietly without realizing it.
Finally, Eldra came to a lonely cabin, located on a low moor and the environment was incompatible with the surroundings.
The cottage is surrounded by vibrant and vibrant plants, with natural fragrance, and healthy butterflies flying around the roof.
Eldra carefully pushed open the door of the wooden house, which was decorated like an ancient Eldar mural, and a figure was sitting on a rattan chair and watching him.