The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The latest website: It seems to be the most beautiful existence in the galaxy, with exactly the same appearance as Veronica, but not so vivid, wearing a flawless white dress, with a silver leaf-shaped head on the head The crown, coupled with the long green hair, looks noble and ethereal, but there is a lingering sadness between her brows.

Eldra stepped forward, knelt down on one knee in front of her, held up the other's right hand, and pressed it against her forehead.

"O great and merciful Isa.... I have sent Veronica to that one, and now hope for your revelation and to know if the warp's evil gaze has been removed from her ."

The goddess stared at him with empty eyes, without any expression or movement, as dull as a puppet.

After a moment, her thin lips trembled a few times, and then a whisper floated out.

Eldra knelt on the ground respectfully and listened.

Suddenly, there was a roar from the sky, Eldra immediately raised her head, and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

At the same time, some colors appeared in the eyes of the goddess, and when she waved her hand lightly, Eldra's world instantly plunged into darkness.

"what-"

Eldra woke up from her dream, screaming in pain like a wounded animal.

After a violent gasp, he found himself lying on the smooth stone floor of his ventricle, not even remembering his name for a moment.

After that, his memory came back little by little like fine sand passing through an hourglass.

So the prophet thought for the first time how long he had been unconscious.

Walking in the Chaos Realm with a spiritual imprint is inherently very risky. If it weren't for the imprint left by Isa, he would not be able to get out at all.

Although he retreated completely this time, it was obvious that a certain existence had noticed him, and it was probably unrealistic to want to sneak to that place again, but fortunately, he had already obtained the information he needed.

"Well......."

The weak prophet was barely able to stand now, his hands were shaking, his arms were as weak as dry branches, and blood was gurgling from his nose and mouth.

He could even feel his throbbing organs and thumping lungs rustling against his ribs, like a caged bird thirsting for freedom.

After a short rest, he glanced around.

The soul stone has become dim, the sword in the sword box is silent, the rune fragments are scattered all over the place, as if someone kicked over a carefully drawn magic circle, some of them are as hot as steel in a furnace, others are just twisted of dust.

Eldra sighed deeply, ignoring the burning pain, grabbed the runes one by one, and gathered all the fragments and dust together.

In the name of the craftsman **** Vaal, I hope he can be forgiven.

Suddenly, Eldra's tired spirit sensed that Leon Heinee Noel had returned to his heart, and he must not lose face in front of a warrior.

So the Great Prophet regained his strength and struggled back to his throne, tying the dusty bag back around his waist.

During the action, his joints rattled like gun bolts, and when he turned his head, he could feel another hot blood rushing from the depths of his throat.

"Great Prophet? Are you... okay?"

Leon Haney Noel stepped into his heart with the breath of war, and immediately noticed Eldra's abnormality.

"Just tired, how are things going? How long has it been?"

"Great Prophet, six quarters of time have passed. I successfully hit the lord of the **** of plague... But a storm... seems to be the creation of God, and it is more violent than I imagined."

Eldra frowned, what does storm mean? But he couldn't let his warriors realize they didn't know anything.

If his state allows, then he will go out to check the situation by himself, but now his spirit is too weak and too tired.

"Be specific."

"The enemy retreated, Great Prophet, after I hit the lord, all the lackeys of the corrupt gods suddenly retreated, and a warp storm broke out in the process, not only the monkeys could not pursue, but we also lost traces of the opponent."

"What? Retreat?"

Eldra frowned, he knew very well that Chaos Space Marines were never greenskins and would not collapse with a beheading.

They must have retreated for another reason.

Damn, what did he miss?

At this moment, Leon Haney Noel suddenly fell to his knees and made a gesture of formal request.

"Great Prophet, I beg you one last time, please let me bring back Veronica, she is the most potential war witch, can't stay in the world of savage monkeys forever, and-"

Eldra slowly shook his head wearing the helmet, and Leon Heinee Noel immediately stood up involuntarily.

"Then I'll say it for the last time. This matter doesn't need to be mentioned again, understand?"

Leon Heinee Noel has always been in love with Veronica, and Eldra knows this very well, but in the Ark World, and in the interests of the entire race, any individual's emotions are irrelevant.

After that, Eldra stretched out her bare fingers and let a burst of spirit lightly touch Lien Heinee Noel's forehead, sending him a psychic pulse.

Through this pulse, Eldra saw what the warrior had seen before.

And Leon Haney Noel froze, trembling constantly, his eyes looking away.

Two or three storms roared in his mind.

Then the scene gathered again, and this time Eldra finally saw it.

He saw the storm, saw the incomparably violent storm.

What happened in the warp was a devastating storm. The raging storm was completely out of control. In that storm, there was still a little glimmer of light, which was the retreating plague fleet.

It seems that they are indeed retreating, but Eldra is still a little uneasy—

Suddenly, the words he heard before popped into his mind again.

The shadow is the blade, and the disaster is in front of you.

Uneasy for a while, Eldora couldn't think, she could only wave her hand.

"Go back to rest first, and tell everyone that the matter is over, and we will set sail and leave this place soon."

"Yes, Great Prophet."

After the soldier left, Eldra gathered his spirits again, and in a daze, he passed through the heart chamber and opened a quartz box fixed to the wall, which was filled with empty silk ribbons and dust, some of which were extremely precious. items.

He took out one of the small bags wrapped in precious items, and took out a spirit bone staff from it.

The Bone Staff was warm and vibrating—it was one of the few living Bone Staffs he had left.

With a sigh, he sat back on the throne again, pressing the Spirit Bone Staff tightly to his chest with both hands. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

He prayed that there was still enough power in the scepter to guide him.

In a burst of light, he poured his power into the Bone Staff, and the Soul Stone beside him and the Soul Stones embedded in his armor all came back to life in an instant—at least for the most part.

Some of them are still lifeless, while many are just gleaming dimly.

The Great Prophet's head drooped back, his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down, no matter what the corrupt gods' lackeys were trying to do, but at least he got a revelation from the goddess of life - Veronica is still safe now, then he The gamble is temporarily a victory.

But now he still needs to wait, wait for a power accumulation to mature, and then use that power to tear open the Chaos Domain and truly release the Goddess of Life.

He knew very well that he was the weakest player in this vast chess game, so he could only try his best to use strength.

"Soshyan Alexey, you have to work hard..."