The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In order to find the truth from the confusing future, Usvi’s Great Prophet entered the most secret spiritual stone tower in the Ark World, where he could enter the deepest part of the subspace relatively safely——

Subspace is a vast ocean that cannot be controlled. It is swept by storms all day long, destroyed by perilous ocean currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.

In this turbulent sea, there are a group of islands, some of which are not stable, but drift with the waves in the waves, and are connected with its power, but never go deep under the sea to avoid being swallowed.

Each island is connected to other islands by a long bridge, and the long bridge itself is decorated with castles and cities, some of which can hold millions of souls.

This is an ancient, labyrinth-like bridge. Its arches have collapsed, and ruthless time changes have already swallowed its bridges. In some places it was just submerged by the high tide, and in other places it has sunk deeply under the sea. .

Predators learn to walk where they roll and keep touching the water surface, but they are not born to be able to breathe air freely, and the time to leave the ocean is very limited.

They cannot wander into the dangers far away from their unique world, yet they yearn for light from the outside world.

Imagine that in the same situation, everything is triggered by primitive emotions rather than matter, then you can have a vague concept of subspace and network channels.

For Elderal Uslan, the great prophet of Usvi's Ark World, this metaphor has become too superficial.

Whether in the body of an Aida spirit race or in a crystal channel of the Ark world, a soul can also affect subspaces in a way that distorts space in the material world, and the network channel also connects them all. Together, it is like a network of cables extending through the bridges, guiding energy from one end of the galaxy to the other.

The eternal matrix, as he called it, was once a part of the network. The greatest achievement under the rule of the Adarlings is not only a kind of interconnection between the settled worlds, but also the birth of each one on a basic level. Individuals of the Adarling clan are connected.

Long before the decline of the ethnic group, when the Aida spirits had been consumed by the gods born from their own depraved desires, their souls had been collected by the eternal matrix.

Every soul can return to a new life, the dead recover, the soul is reincarnated, or it can be reborn again.

Elderal doesn't have clear confidence in the seemingly accurate mechanism, but he knows that it might work again.

This is the purpose of his soul journey here.

Elderal stood on the broken bridge, overlooking the waters lurking with sharks waiting for opportunities. An isolated island submerged under relentless waves is within reach, hiding the past, present, and All the secrets of the future.

In the eyes of a mortal, the waterfall of uncovered tears is just what its name suggests. The flowing green and blue energy pours down from the gap of the network barrier, intertwined into a majestic waterfall.

It divides a splendid hall the size of a city government hall into two, and is surrounded by smooth crystals covered with gray and black lines as a wall.

Elderal stood in the center of the hall, looking at the roaring waterfall.

What stays here is not his body, but the projection of his soul, so his appearance is still youthful, wearing a light purple-gray robe, a scepter in his hand is slender like a light, and long wave-like hair is scattered on his shoulders. The rest was tied behind his head with a golden ribbon with a teardrop-shaped ruby ​​tied to his forehead.

He moved effortlessly, and every step seemed to be floating in the air, relying on the power of the mind rather than the body.

What he needs, the knowledge and truth he seeks, is hidden behind the unpredictable veil.

The prophet used runes for divination three times, and the result of each time led him to the path to uncovered tears,

Even though he was a little bit emotional about the beauty of that material, his psychic consciousness still probed the non-material structure around him-this in itself was a valuable breakthrough.

The power of primitive subspace does not know what causality is. There is no boundary between the past, the present and the future.

The boots stepped softly on the marble ground, and the Prophet was getting closer to the waterfall.

In the splashing water, there was a vague shadow sliding like a snake, as if he hadn't noticed him.

Then he removed a small bottle from his belt, which was inlaid with a crystal that looked similar to the barrier. It was called the soul bottle, and its purpose was similar to the spiritual bones used by his people to store spiritual energy.

Similar, but still different. Compared to transmission, the soul bottle mainly acts as an isolation and protection for the spirit-ordinary thinking cannot penetrate it.

This is a material that can withstand subspace hazards, or, in this case, is used to contain it.

The moment he started, the bottle almost froze his fingers.

For Elderal, this bottle is not a physical object, but a projection of its counterpart in the mortal world.

In this place, this is enough.

With his arm expressing lightly, when he felt a gentle breeze across his cheek, the Prophet was only a step away from the waterfall.

He turned around where he stopped, trying to find a door between the walls of nothing but the smooth crystal.

In front of the door stood a young Aidaling, or something similar.

The image of this Idarling is more like being refracted through a special lens. The newcomer reveals a frenzy from the outside. The waist is full, the neck is slender, and the golden length can be dropped to the ground when it is spread. Hair seems to be woven into a symbol that wraps around its body.

A silver-white robe deliberately cut openings in the shoulders and thighs, so that the sickly pale pink skin could be seen.

From that slightly pointed pretty face, a pair of polished sapphire-like eyes stared at him.

Subconsciously, that face reminded him of his student, Veronica.

After the time of a heartbeat, Alderal noticed that the visitor crossed his hands on his chest where the clothes were secured with single-breasted buttons, and the other pair of arms was politely clasped on a small part of his back.

There is no doubt that the additional limb immediately revealed the identity of the intruder.

"Secret Keeper...."

He pronounced the name softly, mixed with cold fear and a warning for the mighty demon to sneak in here.

"Alderal."

This sound is like silk thread penetrating the soul, bringing a strong feeling of caress, like a lustful invitation.

The devil grinned, showing sharp teeth like needles.

The prophet stared at him and whispered:

"Have you never been tired of being banished?"

Elderal slipped the vial back into his pocket quietly, and changed the phantom of a golden blade in its place.

"And are you tired of my return?"

The demon's enchanting answer, except for a coquettish head sideways, still maintained a static posture.

Elderal glanced at the waterfalls, they hadn't changed much, and if the Secret Guard wanted to summon its demon servants from the water, it hadn't done so yet.

"Why are you here?"

The Prophet asked, stepping away from the power of subspace.

"To invite you to look deeper~"

The demon answered with a smile.

"There, you will find everything you desire."

"And you think that is a temptation that will make me fall into a trap?"

The devil's four arms made a rather impressive shrug.

"I am called the Secret Keeper for a reason."

Then its two hands waved towards the mysterious little waterfall.

"I assure you that I will not interfere with you."

"It's as if the words of a great demon have some value."

The big demon tried to make a wounded expression, but couldn't help showing a sly smile.

"Drink some water here, Elderal. That's why you are here, isn't it?"

The prophet gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes into slits, looking at the incarnation of the hungry servant.

"I can see your intentions, lies weaver. You think that if you show enough enthusiasm, I will reject you in order to stop you, but the truth is that you don’t want me to drink water and try to twist me through these tricks. Thoughts."

"certainly."

The demon confessed with a mocking sad expression:

"I should never expect to beat a great wise man like you, Alderal. I was so stupid that I tried to do it. I should call a large group of my demon servants to take your soul from The body is peeled off and torn apart."

The Secret Keeper's words struck some of his heartstrings, and this forced Elderal to stop again as he walked towards the waterfall.

He frowned and thought, trying to read some of its true intentions from the devil's words, but unsurprisingly, he saw nothing but cheating.

"There is a little riddle~www.readwn.com~ The Secret Guard carried four slender arms behind him, and began to circle Elderal, keeping the same distance between each other.

"Did you realize and saw a bluffing trick, or did you inadvertently witness and agree to a tangled double deception? You thought you were lost or free from my mistress's love-hate interweaving, but I still hate and Love you, Alderal, your arrogance and self-confidence will be the cause of your redemption or depravity, and all this will make me feel more grief or sweet, because it will be your hand that will destroy you and my people. "

Elderal took a step back to make sure that the water of magic and the devil were in sight. Various possibilities flashed through his mind, but a simple answer suddenly appeared.

"You know that no matter what you say, I won't believe it. For this you need to say what I want to hear and what I don't want to hear."

When he spoke, Elderal walked towards the cascade, which made the ground tremble and the roar sounded in his ears, but he knew it was just his mortal senses trying to understand the incomprehensible. .