The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Hearing the warrior's words, Eldra nodded, and when he raised his hand, a weapon was lifted from the edge of the throne.

The weapon's barrel glowed faintly, and the inlaid gems on the grip and handguard were gleaming—no doubt the weapon of some erstwhile champion, precious and famous.

"Take her, deadly gaze, to destroy the lord of the corrupt god, and after losing the lord, the only thing left is to fight humans to the death here."

"Oh... no, I can't, Great Prophet, I'm not qualified yet."

"I have the right to send her. If she falls asleep at such a critical moment, then she will not be happy. The enemies must accept the kiss of death again!"

Eldra held up the fearsome weapon reverently.

"Great Prophet, she won't fall asleep just like that. This is the honor you gave me."

Eldra nodded, stopped talking, and urged Leon Haney Noel to leave the heart as soon as possible.

After that, the Prophet sat for a long time, just contemplating the coming silence, before his mind was once again awakened by the charred and **** battles of beings outside the stone walls.

Eldra got up and walked slowly off the throne, kneeling on the icy floor of her heart and unbuttoning the beautifully decorated bag from her belt, the contents of which snapped.

He scatters the contents on the floor, these are the fragments of spiritual bones, and the surface of each fragment is decorated with energy runes.

Although the light here is dim, these fragments are still shining like ice irradiated by the sun. He carefully observed the shape of each piece, and slowly moved these spiritual bone fragments with his bare fingers, making them match each other. , or place a few of the runes individually or in stacks, and gradually expand them into a delicate array - his operation is quite precise.

Eldra felt nervous when he sensed the warp's moaning, the psychic-sensing circle that could unlock the locks that cut off the warp from his mind, allowing him to touch the warp's violent and unrestrained energy.

He began to use the key to infuse the power of the warp into the runes in the circle.

Slowly, the runes grew brighter and began to hum with energy, and his mind began to struggle.

At this time, the soul stones embedded in the prophet's rune armor and more than a dozen soul stones inlaid on the edge of the throne began to sparkle at the same time. These lost prophets and war witches obeyed Eldra's call and woke up from their eternal sleep to help Guided and enhanced his power.

A few of the older, purer souls scolded him for daring to accomplish such a gigantic attempt, while the others silently helped Eldra while placating the old souls.

For the purpose of all that is done is pure and simple: Uswi must live forever, and Eldra is right to do everything in his power to protect Uswi.

The noise from behind almost distracted him. It turned out that his sword was trembling in the spiritual bone box, as if he couldn't wait to taste the taste of battle.

"Silent."

Eldra said in a low voice, and resumed her work.

Now the magic circle has become brighter, and some of the runes seem to be trembling constantly by the earthquake, and the constantly beating soul stones are flashing.

Eldra stared into the abyss of the warp, infusing its violent energy into his body.

In the surging rhythm, he is constantly drawing energy.

Then, his bare hands opened like claws, and the veins on his arms burst out, and now he felt incomparably severe pain.

But he had to figure out one thing, whether Veronica was still safe and hidden, whether she was being watched by some existence in the Warp.

Originally, he didn't want to do such a risky thing, but for some reason, he has always been a little uneasy recently, so he needs to find some existence for help.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly darkened and his nose bleeds.

When Eldra sat up again, she found that her hands were sunk in the soil beneath her, and pus seeped from the crushed surface.

He looked around blankly, his eyes swept across the black trees with stretched and twisted branches, looming in the mist, the miasma irritating his nostrils, and the smell brought back another memory in him.

"The realm of the corrupt gods..."

Realizing where his spirit had been taken, Eldra instead calmed down, stood up, and glanced at the grotesque trees that surrounded the land.

There was nothing moving but clumps of mist that danced in a soft rhythm in the woods.

It wasn't the first time he came to this place, many, many years ago, he also came here once, and brought Veronica back to the ark world.

Eldra looked down at himself and saw that his feet were deep in the moss-covered dirt, surrounded by black trees that seemed to feed on animals.

Then he found a gravel path that went all the way out, and he went out along the path.

The path led him to a wide space, which seemed to be a farmland. Thousands of fungi were growing wildly in the field. Obviously, they were also artificially cultivated here.

From here, all traces of human influence vanish, and a slight negligence spoils the beauty of the overall layout.

The roads have all turned a thick earthy brown, the hedges are crooked, rotten pieces of wood are scattered on the ground, and the ornaments inlaid on them have long been eroded beyond recognition, but some traces of ancient Ida craftsmanship can still be seen.

Eldra walked forward along the curved moss, and did not see any servants of the corrupted **** along the way, but he was not surprised, because this is the most secret corner of the corrupted god's realm, The secret is that the evil **** does not even allow his most trusted servant to set foot.

Along the way, he saw moss draped over the road like beards, and the trees they were clinging to were bent and twisted like an old man.

The humming of the fat flies is a sleep-inducing sound, and the rotting flowers sing loudly, withering and dying every time they land heavily, taking no pollen.

Algae floated on the ponds and weeds smelt and spewed noxious fumes, and rotting heads hung like fruit from the orchard's orchards, whose branches were so soft and pale as the skin of a drowned man. Diseased hands grew out of a few unattended vegetable fields, slapping feebly at the flies that devoured them, and filthy brooks ran through the wet grass overgrown with black reeds, The whispers of various creatures came from the stream.

Some small, fat creatures stared hard at Eldra, UU reading www. The low voice of uukanshu.com carried an undisguised hostility. The flying giant insects kept dripping some kind of poisonous liquid, and their chirping filled the entire cliff.

Eldra continued to wander among the green spaces, woods and moors of the twisted garden, following a certain route.

A lifeless, motionless green sun burned in the mist, and the sphere became a little puffy due to the diffraction of light.

Here, time moves forward like a stream, now dull and slow, now dissolving into seconds like plasma, and years may have passed without knowing it.

Finally, Eldra came to a lonely log cabin on a low hill, and the environment was out of tune with the surroundings.

The hut is surrounded by vibrant and vibrant plants, with a natural fragrance, and healthy butterflies flutter around the roof.

Eldra carefully pushed open the door of the wooden house, which was decorated like an ancient mural of the Eldar, and a figure was sitting on a rattan chair watching him.