This is a major event that has never happened since the fall of the Spirit Clan. Although it did not enter the Comoros, it just floated in the sky far away, the meaning it represents is thought-provoking.
Combining the recent series of major events in Comoros, the emergence of the Ark World seems to be more like a sign in the eyes of many consuls.
Has the spiritual empire that fell apart in the past already appeared in the revival?
Have the relatives who have been divided and embarked on different paths seen a turning point in bridging?
All this forces them to turn their eyes to the center of the vortex of the whole world, and the most core character—
As the leader of the Ark World Lugnath delegation, Patricia was leading four followers on the gunboat of the Scoundrel Conspiracy Group. It was also her first time to come to Comoros. When she actually saw the homes of these "cousin" she was also shocked.
It is hard to imagine that the residents here are of the same race as her.
The streets of Comoros are like lines on parchment, crossing over and over again. The city is like a whirlpool made of a messy tower. The streets are filled with various chaotic scenes and sounds, and are completely different from the serious and regular ark.
The residents here generally have pale skin, black hair, thin body, rude words, and all carry weapons, even the lowest ones are no exception.
To be honest, Comoros' cousin was at most a barbarian who had just crawled out of the cave. It was hard to imagine that they regarded themselves as orthodox in ancient empires.
If this is true, it can only mean that the former empire is completely hopeless.
However, here, she did not see any signs of the existence of a temple or a priest, only a little statue of Kane. As a prophet, she was very dissatisfied with this. Although the spirit gods had long fallen, it was still difficult for her to understand without faith.
This is a weakness, a race without faith is easily manipulated, so there are a large number of shrines in the Ark world.
As they traveled through the city, there were a lot of warriors around the delegation, which seemed to form a barrier between these cousins of the ark and the darkness of the Comoros.
Soon, they arrived at the center of the castle of the Poisonous Conspiracy.
Patricia could tell at a glance that the tower was a clumsy mockery of ancient spiritual art, designed by a savage mind and built by a dull craftsman.
The huge dark stones accumulate wildly, much like the gloomy graves dotted on the primitive planet. The inclined surface of the tower has many epitaxial structures growing along its surface, as if they are various narrow windows and balconies, and some things that may be towers.
It was like a beast squatting on the territory of the conspiracy group, and other buildings in the city seemed to be scared away from it.
"Please do this."
After getting off the gunboat, the maid in a black turtleneck dress led the team of the Ark World toward the high ornate gate.
As they approached, Patricia felt something dark and beautiful surrounding her, like a circle of poisonous flowers.
She reached out to touch the stones of the tower, but felt a burning sting.
"Ah, Prophet, are you okay?"
At this time, a senior warrior who led them spoke, and a little greed appeared in his eyes when he looked at Patricia.
"I'm fine."
The prophet nodded seriously.
"Don't be nervous, you are safer here than anywhere else, a noble prophet."
The other party's slickness made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't like the other party's aggressive gaze, but she didn't say anything.
As soon as he entered the tower, Patricia felt everything around her seemed to be pressing over immediately, as if she was about to force her to crawl against the ground like a snake.
At the same time, various voices came into her mind, muttering in the corner of her shattered thinking. She speculated that this was probably related to the location of Comoros, after all, it was the closest to sub-space.
Looking left and right, you can clearly see a dark aura covering the stone wall. Looking in any direction for too long seems to burn her eyes.
A lot of pain entrenched here, and she heard screams, not knowing whether it was from afar or from somewhere in the tower.
"How are you, noble prophet?"
The lewd man was still staring at her with concern, and Patricia tried hard to resist the urge to slap the other person to death.
"I'm fine, keep leading the way."
Going up the steps, giant statues stand on both sides of the corridor, with many ancient murals and paintings interspersed with them.
Patricia immediately recognized the style of these paintings similar to that of the ancient Eldar Empire, and she walked and stopped, stared at them, eager to touch them. She had never thought of seeing these things that were almost lost in the Ark World again.
The corridor itself was constructed of stone slabs and rose in a zigzag shape. With every step, the whispers in her head became clearer and clearer, and she could only ignore it.
And she found that the space inside the tower actually looks completely different from the outside, and the height of thousands of meters seemed to be compressed directly into a plane.
The gorgeous hall curled up in the network at the end of the corridor, curled up like a tumor on the heart of the tower, and the room was filled with smoked braziers, the fire illuminated the tall balconies and wide ground, and was empty on the throne platform at the other end of the room.
The decoration here is completely different from the outside, with a large amount of amber and fresh green plants, and the tones are mainly white and cyan. A giant garden is crafted on the painted carpet.
The hall was filled with members of the conspiracy group, both men and women, but mostly women. Although their clothes were exaggerated compared to any Ark Spirits Patricia had ever seen, these people were arrogant bullies, no different from pirates traveling between the stars.
The female members were more interested in her. They looked like happy female wolves, but under the laughter, there were more desires and desires.
What's more interesting is that there was no witch spirit here, and obviously Males hoped that the scene would be more "peaceful".
Patricia knew it was Males' simple trick. One of the most commendable abilities of this Comoros strong woman was to find the weakest weakness of anyone's mind or body, and then insert a hook into it and twist it hard.
Soon, Mahlers in gorgeous clothes walked out from behind the curtain. She rarely did not wear the black dress of the consul, but instead put on a white and blue dress. The decorations on her body, such as arm rings and headbands, turned into vines and green leaves, and her makeup was also replaced with a simpler light makeup, with a circle of gold edges around her eyes.
If she didn't say her name, Patricia even thought that she was a fellow man who grew up in the virgin world.