It is a large and solemn venue, with scattered candles dimly lighting, the floor is covered with black marble, and the walls disappear into black shadows.
A huge wooden throne, covered with folds and carvings, is placed in the center of the room, under a tall and blurred dome, and eleven smaller chairs face it in arcs, and the darkness in the room envelopes the chain of chairs.
Military flags with various animal forms are barely visible in the darkness, and they may flutter between them, and the white cloth rusts with the airflow of the ventilation system.
Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the throne in the middle, entrenching on it like a dormant beast.
Then the same huge shadows appeared on the surrounding chairs one after another, and nine chairs were filled with only two vacancies.
"There are all people."
A cheerful voice spoke first, as if ignoring the two vacant chairs.
"Tell me about their progress."
The person who spoke then had a low and gloomy tone.
"I have no problem here."
"Me too."
"Everything is normal-"
Until the last person.
He paused for a moment, then said with apology:
"I have some problems. The Necromancer dynasty in the Ghoul Star Zone has been completely infected by the skinned plague. We cannot go deep into its internal investigation, but judging from the information and evidence we have already obtained, it is most likely not wrong."
Everyone was silent for a while, and finally the one on the throne in the middle opened his mouth, with a frosted texture.
"This is an understandable accident. Nothing is 100% accurate, and even what we investigated cannot be so guaranteed."
"Feel sorry."
"We are all comrades, and there is no upper and lower class, so you don't need to apologize to anyone."
Then, the chair on the throne who turned toward 8 o'clock.
"How is the situation with the Astral Knight?"
"Everything is normal. They have been in contact with the White Church for a while and are now heading for their legion flagship."
"Where is Soshyan Alexey himself?"
"Well... he seemed to have obtained or seen something in Ulano, and brought back a female spiritual race. The identity of that spiritual race was not simple. Anyway, since he brought back that spiritual race, I heard the wind saying that the rotten meat of the 14th Legion seemed crazy. I don't know what big plan it was, which might be related to that spiritual race? A guess may not be correct."
The man who spoke paused, then took out a data board and threw it at the throne.
The data board was still spinning in the air, but it was gently grabbed by a large armoured hand.
"The above is a report from the past decade, and he has already obtained the spiral flame."
"His he got the spiral flame? Well, that's good news."
The shadow on the throne moved his body and then opened the data board, but the faint light from the data board could not penetrate the darkness covering him.
"Well, um... it's well developed, but it's not chosen the wrong person. We have no trial and error costs anymore."
After a few minutes of simple reading, the Man of Thrones closed the data board.
"Since these things have been resolved, let's talk about the next thing, but first..."
As he said that, the man on the throne stretched out his arm and then an ancient book floated out of thin air from the ground.
As the book was flipping page by page, a hoarse voice rang from all directions.
"——When I woke up in the morning, I felt as if I had been sleeping for a long time. What I could do was to open my eyes. The same dreams invaded me in the long run. Most of them were very terrible and it was difficult to open their teeth. The rest of the matter was closely related to my mission and could not be ignored...I found that my thoughts had long dispersed, and as time passed, I gradually found it difficult to recall what I did in the past. I was imprisoned by the circumstance formed by my fragile thoughts...The lack of sleep did not bother me. The scene before me was now clear. They looked so real, but when I tried to remember them, my thoughts could not concentrate
, In the record of the filthy people who worship those who are indescribable enemies, I am jealous of those who live in the opposite state of life, but I must always remind myself that everything I do is to benefit the empire and all mankind... I must always be alert and constantly pray to complete this work when I am completely lost. Sometimes I write for hours without a break, and write in great concentration, but after a while I don't know where the thoughts in my mind come from... I read the previous text, but everything I see makes me feel fear from the depths of my soul. Although these terrible things come from my hands, I don't actually want to know them."
The huge palm loosened, the book fell to the ground, disappeared without a trace, and another book rose.
Likewise, it opens itself in an invisible force.
"——The cracks in the sky tear a huge eye open, blood flows out from it, living in it, the army of wars swarmed out from it, gathered under a leader, and once again launched an attack on the cornerstone of human survival. The thugs in the Netherworld Eye gathered an evil alliance, millions of madmen and thousands of warships were waiting for an opportunity to find ways to break through the defense line, where faithful warriors were always on standby to prevent emergencies, hundreds of generations of generations
The invasions are amazing. If they are not blocked, then in the end they will make humans bend their knees... The alliance that maintains these fierce attacks is a terrible Chaos overlord, who may be a demon or a human. These tides of destruction are coming, bringing us to the darkest and most dangerous moments, and the fate of all human beings is hanging on the line... I have seen these battles related to human survival and death, and all the dangers and hopes contained therein."
One book is over, one book starts.
"——The fallen men will hold their kings together again. Although after so many years, the giant eyes have calmed down, and people will guess that the rioters trapped in it will split up and will become like beasts to fight each other in the desperate situation that trapped them, but these speculations will be proved wrong, and people will pay a high price for it... The rebels will return, and their leaders will make bloody cry, and he will lead the dark army with rekindled ambition to force humans to kneel down before Chaos, and cry in front of his powerful strength..."
"This attack only shows a small part of the cunning and cruelty he has shown in the future, but this attempt will benefit him a lot in the future. In the completion of their unfinished careers of their cursed ancestors, his army is heading towards the core of mankind. Wherever the demon army goes, there are broken walls everywhere, and all life is wiped out... Just as they are ready to continue to carry out the atrocities of the times and bring mankind back to the terrible times in the past, the guards of the empire, the mechanical priests, and those
Wearing armor, purified in the same way, and brought death-like giant warriors to the death. The Astart company united and marched forward, driving the Cursed back to the lair, but this happened after a fierce battle. At that time, they were very close to the core position of the empire, which reminded people of the lingering fear... During this expedition, the Cursed People claimed that they had obtained the sword imprisoned the murderous soul in Urulan's taboo ridge, but I did not see how he obtained this item."