It seemed to be the most beautiful existence in the Milky Way, with the same appearance as Veronica, but not so vivid. She was wearing a flawless white dress, with a silver leaf-shaped crown on her head, and her long green hair looked noble and ethereal, but there was an indelible sorrow between her eyebrows.
Eldra walked forward, knelt in front of her on one knee, held up the other's right hand and pressed it against her forehead.
"Great and kind Isa... I have sent Veronica to that person, and now I hope to get your revelation and know whether the evil gaze of A-space has been removed from her."
The goddess stared at him with empty eyes, without any expression or movement, and was as dull as a doll.
In a moment, her thin lips trembled slightly a few times, and then a whisper appeared.
Eldra knelt respectfully on the ground and listened.
Suddenly, a sudden roar came from the sky, and Eldra immediately raised her head and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The goddess' eyes also appeared in some colors at the same time. She waved her hand gently, and Eldra's world instantly fell into darkness.
"ah--"
Eldra woke up from her dream and screamed in pain like a wounded animal.
After a violent gasp, he found himself lying on the smooth stone floor of his ventricle, and he didn't even remember who his surname was.
Afterwards, his memory came back bit by bit like fine sand passing through the hourglass.
So the prophet wanted to lose consciousness at the first time.
Walking through the Chaos Realm with a spiritual imprint is extremely risky in itself. If he hadn't brought the marks left by Isa, he would not have been able to get out of it.
Although he escaped unscrupulously this time, it was obvious that some existence had noticed him, and it was probably unrealistic to try to sneak into that place. Fortunately, he had already obtained the information he needed.
“Um…”
The weak prophet was now almost unable to stand up, his hands trembling constantly, his arms as weak as dead branches, and blood flowed out of his nose and mouth.
He could even feel his beating organs and his pounding lungs rubbing against his ribs, as if a cage bird was eager for freedom.
After resting for a while, he glanced around.
The soul stone has become dim, the sword in the sword box has also become silent, and rune fragments are scattered all over the ground, as if someone has kicked over carefully drawn magic circles, some of which are as hot as steel in a furnace, and others are just some twisted dust.
Eldra sighed, and regardless of the burning pain, he grabbed runes one by one and gathered all the debris and dust together.
In the name of the craftsman Val, I hope he can be forgiven.
Suddenly, Eldra's tired spirit sensed that Len Heini Noel had returned to his ventricle and he could not be embarrassed in front of a warrior.
So the great prophet cheered up again, struggled to return to the throne, and tied the dusty bag back to his waist.
During the action, his joints rang like gun bolts. While he turned his head, he could feel another surging blood surging deep in his throat.
"Great Prophet? Are you... okay?"
Len Heini Noel stepped into his ventricle with the breath of war and immediately noticed Eldra's abnormality.
"It's just fatigue, how is the progress? How long has it been?"
"Great Prophet, six months have passed, and I successfully hit the Lord of the God of Plague...but a storm... seems to be the creation of God, even more violent than I thought."
Eldra frowned. What does storm mean? But he couldn't let his warriors find that they knew nothing.
If his condition allows, he will also go out to check the situation by himself, but now he is too weak and too tired.
"Tell me more specific."
"The enemy retreated, the Great Prophet. After I hit that lord, all the lackeys of the corrupt god suddenly retreated, and a sub-space storm broke out in the process. Not only were the monkeys unable to pursue, but we also lost the trace of each other."
"What? Retreat?"
Eldra frowned. He knew very well that Chaos Space Marine was definitely not green-skinned and would not collapse because of beheading.
There must be another reason for their retreat.
Damn, what exactly did he miss?
At this moment, Rien Heini Noel suddenly knelt on his knees and made a formal request.
"Great Prophet, I beg you for the last time, please let me bring back Veronica, who is the most potential war witch, and cannot stay in the world of barbaric monkeys, and-"
Eldra slowly shook her helmet-wearing head, and Len Heini Noel immediately stood up.
"No matter who told you this, I will talk about it for the last time. There is no need to mention this matter, do you understand?"
Len Heini Noel has always loved Veronica, and Eldra is very aware of this, but in the Ark world, and in the interests of the entire race, any individual's emotions are irrelevant.
Afterwards, Elder stretched out his bare fingers, letting a burst of spirit gently touch Len Heini Noel's forehead, and sent him a pulsation of psychic energy.
Through this pulsation, Eldra saw what the warrior saw before.
Len Heini Noel froze, trembling constantly, looking away.
Two or three storm roaring in his mind.
After that, the scene gathered again, and this time Eldra finally saw it.
He saw the storm, the extremely violent storm.
What happened in the subspace was a very devastating storm. The raging storm was completely out of control. In the storm, there were still glimmers of light, which was the retreating plague fleet.
It seems that they have indeed retreated, but Eldra is still a little uneasy-
Suddenly, the sentence he had heard before jumped into his mind again.
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For a moment, Eldra couldn't think, so she could only wave her hand.
"You go back and rest first, tell everyone that the matter is over and we will set sail and leave here soon."
"Yes, the Great Prophet."
After the warrior left, Eldra condensed his spirit again. He walked through his ventricle in a daze and opened a quartz box fixed to the wall, filled with empty silk belts and dust, including some extremely precious items.
He took out one of the small bags wrapped in precious items and took out a spiritual bone staff from it.
The spirit bone staff was very warm and was constantly vibrating - this was one of the few life bone staffs he had left.
With a sigh, he sat back to the throne and pressed his bone staff tightly against his chest with both hands.
He prayed that there was enough power in the spirit bone staff to guide himself.
In a burst of light, he poured his power into the spirit bone staff. The soul stones beside him and the soul stones embedded in his armor were restored to life in an instant - at least most of them.
Some of them were still dead, while many were just glittering with a dim light.
The great prophet's head drooped backwards, and his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down. No matter what the lackeys of the corrupt gods had attempted, at least he got enlightenment from the goddess of life - Veronica is still safe now, so his gamble is temporarily victorious.
But now he still needs to wait, waiting for a force to accumulate and mature, and then use that force to tear open the chaos realm and truly release the goddess of life.
He knew very well that he was the weakest side in this vast chess game, so he could only try his best to leverage his strength.