"Something is wrong! Something has made the power of the Thought Crystal go wild!"
The moment Khayon activated the Thought Crystal, a distant scream broke through the air.
He rushed towards the trembling crystal, stared at the dark crystal surface, and saw that the nerve bundles inside were being broken inch by inch. Then he looked inside the arena, and in his psychic vision, there was a huge existence.
Speeding, sprinting straight towards them.
At first, Khayon thought it was a warp tidal wave, but this conjecture soon became terrifying and frightening - because the warp of Commorragh is famous for its extremely unnatural and strange calm.
What could it be?
Suddenly, Kayon saw clearly what penetrated the curtain, which made him feel as if a piece of ice had condensed in his stomach, and cold sweat began to flow down his back.
"Taros, Soshyan, let's get out of here right now!"
Khayon began to roar.
"immediately!"
As the subspace tide surges and rises, breaking through the ancient restrictions of Comoros, the regional facilities near the center of the arena are swept up in the air like toys in the hands of children. The huge boxes are pressed on top of other auditoriums, and everyone is swept away.
The small but screaming figure was thrown into the rolling subspace storm.
Those unfortunate spectators are destined not to survive, but even if they miraculously survive, they are destined to be lost forever - the deep and dark area in the center of the arena is haunted by some powerful existence, devouring the lives of those who penetrate deep into it.
All memories are peeled off everyone's thoughts piece by piece until everything is forgotten.
And the rushing existence finally got closer and closer, until everyone could clearly see what kind of horror it was.
There are no monsters from the abyss under the surging waves of subspace, but rather more terrifying existences.
It was not an entity at all, but a whole group of churning spiritual entities!
It is composed of tens of thousands of twisted shapes with no actual physical form. Various grinning skull faces and horrifying claws poke out from this huge ghost tide, angrily
Screaming and howling.
With their arrival, the air became bitingly cold, and the hoarfrost condensed from water vapor condensed directly along the steps, making a creaking sound, as if to drain away all the warmth.
"Run!"
Wails and screams suddenly broke out everywhere, and even the Comorian nobles started wailing after seeing this horrific scene.
And the storm formed by the gathering of ghosts has rushed through most of the arena like lightning, and even directly rolled up the towering statue of Kane, easily tearing the symbol of the Eldar God of War into pieces, and overturned with a loud bang.
In the midst of a huge explosion.
But everything is not over yet. This ghostly wave of gathered spirits is so large that it even covers the black sun of Commorragh, shrouding everything in its sickly and weird light.
boom--
Invisible lightning flashed across, blinding everyone for a moment, and the arena fell into darkness.
The shock wave passed through the protective wall and tore towards the position of Soshiyang and others. The force of the rock sweeping away was so great that Soshiyang and others almost fell to the ground, and this room was like a piece of the storm.
Like leaves, they were tumbling and being pulled towards the center of the storm.
"Jump! Jump out!"
Khayon staggered a little but remained upright as he watched the arena turn into a vortex of shadows, corpses, and black smoke.
The three of them tried hard to get to the window, but the force of the storm was too strong. No matter how hard they struggled, they were inevitably pulled towards the center of the storm.
Then, the entire area collapsed, and several streams of purple energy surged into the darkness along with a series of explosions.
The three of them immediately rushed forward, smashed through the windows and walls, jumped out more than ten meters, and grabbed the edge of the balcony of the opposite house. They kept raising and tilting their heads to avoid the gravel flying past their heads.
Then there was another shock, and the three of them were thrown forward and hit hard against the rocks.
At that moment, Soshyan felt a cold touch penetrate into the armor and body, as if there was no escape from death.
As he fell, he heard a faint lament and some shrill laughter.
"Um?"
The memories in the dream disappeared, and the memories of childhood also faded away.
While half asleep and half awake, something dark and cold stretched out from the nothingness outside the dream, sweeping aside the remaining dreams of hers.
It was a powerful will, some kind of intention beyond ordinary wisdom, coming on the dusty wings of decay.
There was a strange sound in the dusk, like a crow above the battlefield, accompanied by a harsh whimpering sound from all directions.
She saw a sword, an old woman's sword, shining on the keel of her home craft world - although she could not remember how she knew this - but through its power, it could protect the safety of souls and make them
Not coveted by predators.
Everything is quiet. Everything is perfect.
Come on, Ephrene...
Come, Daughter of Shadows!
Cold claws grasped her, trying to pull her back into the darkness of sleep, but a voice in her head whispered like a needle scraping bones, causing a string of cold knowledge to pass through her mind.
Knowledge of God, a God who has not yet been born.
Jena!
"daughter......."
There was a murmur, and the next moment, Efreni woke up.
Or perhaps, the daughter of shadows has awakened.
She opened her eyes and snorted. The feeling of being dragged into the unknown abyss disappeared, replaced by a biting chill. The snow-white gravel in front of her was reflecting the dim green sunlight.
Efreni stood up, the spear originally inserted into her body had turned into ashes, there was a strange pair of gloves on her left hand, and the long hair on the back of her head hung down from her back like a white waterfall.
She looked around in confusion, only to find that the arena was almost in ruins. If her previous memories were not still there, she would have thought she was in some ancient ruins.
Suddenly, she noticed something was wrong.
Why is sunlight green?
When she raised her head, her pupils suddenly trembled——
I saw a layer of green haze spreading over the Comoros, and further away was an expanding scar, with a steady stream of warships pouring out of it in the form of black spots, like some kind of spreading virus.
!
"Eldra! This is a good thing you did!!! You old liar bastard!!!"
Suddenly, an angry roar echoed through the ruins of the arena, and the Overlord of Commorragh, Victor, stood up from his throne. The previous impact could not hurt him, but it caused more terrible consequences.
It penetrated Comoros' ancient defenses!
Or to put it bluntly, a big hole was blown directly in the outer layer of Comoros!
The Plague Fleet, which was originally blocked in the Webway, is now rushing towards Commorragh like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.