The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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The reason for Eldra's absence this time, as in the past, has never been told, but the council accepted his actions out of trust that Uthwi's interests were at the core, and the visionaries whispered that he was preparing for the future ——Some sort of imminent, inevitable, looming threat, just beyond their sight.

"Yes, Seakzi of the Emerald Temple, the Eye of Terror has indeed begun to become unusually active recently, and the vortex of the warp overflows from it, representing something even more terrible. Since the loss of Aishatan, we have Never seen such signs, the sky is full of pain, and the stars cry like children."

The elderly congressman, Brooklyn, said in a deep voice. He was dressed in a gorgeous sapphire robe with black phosphorescence on the edge. Although he seemed calm, there was some anxiety in his consciousness that they all shared.

Something new is emerging in the future, like a dark cloud over the prophets' minds.

It was too large to be discerned, which made a hint of anxiety brewing in the minds of all prophets as a hint of hysteria.

What exactly is rising from the future?

It looked like an end, and beyond it was an inflated nothingness, sucking souls from the chests of all Eldar and breathing through the lips of all Eldar.

While the council of prophets of Uthwi were entangled with recent prophecies, Eldra had prepared rituals on a distant, unnamed world.

This world once had the last pantheon of the Eldar Empire, and although it was as old as the other pantheons, it was the best preserved one.

Over the years, he has had countless plans, but all of them revolve around only two goals, two gods.

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A **** who has yet to appear and has great potential.

Save the former, wake up the latter, and build a new reincarnation temple of life and death for the Eldar based on them, so that the souls of their race will be free from the threat of the warp enemy forever.

This is his, Eldera's ultimate goal.

As the long incantation spilled from his mouth, patterns of light and shadow danced across the polished floor like electric snakes in oil.

They twitched constantly, on and off, as if twitching from tension or anxiety.

The Great Prophet sat cross-legged against the wall on the side of the room, letting the waves of energy wash over his body. The other three powerful war witches from different ark worlds, who were also collaborators called by Eldra, sat symmetrically. Surrounding, also immersed in meditation, their black armor flashed with bone-white runes.

Around the ceremonial circle, there are some relics left by the former gods of the Eldar that Eldra collected over the years, from the fragments of Kane to the fragments of the Vaal anvil, and more than a dozen relics are placed on the small altar superior.

There was a faint chant in the air, and although none of the war witches spoke and the room was shrouded in silence, their wills were filled with chants, bringing the hearts and minds of the carefully designed room into a symphony. general area.

Their souls floated in the raging abyss, letting their life essence ride the tide, constantly peering over the edge of the horizon, searching for the glimmer of the coming, inevitable storm.

Behind their closed eyelids, eyes flickered like beacons, illuminating their cognate souls, guiding them back, lest they be lost forever in themselves and each other.

This dangerous ritual can never be performed alone.

As the voice of the mind chant grew louder, the clouds from the warp began to condense in the real room.

At first they were only a few strands, with only signs of cirrus clouds forming near the ceiling.

But gradually, the mist began to condense and thicken, elongated into strips, and swirled into vortices.

As the rotation speed increased and gradually expanded, these small vortices began to condense and merge, turning together to form a separate, slowly rotating warp vortex, which revolved around the edge of the room, bypassing the backs of each war witch, bringing them into the The interior of a spinning, twisted column of energy.

I don't know how long it took, the orange flames suddenly flickered, igniting the relics of the gods, and the eyes of the war witches opened at the same time, and the flames licked their irises, as if they were about to devour them.

They were still sitting there engrossed in meditation, motionless and silent, their burning eyes focused on an invisible spot in the middle of the room.

The warp vortex cloud began to accelerate, whipping up a tornado of twisting energy that tumbled over the edges of the room and threatened to tear the room itself from the pantheon's structure by sheer centrifugal force.

They remained silent and calm as the raging vortex swirled around them, casting their gazes straight into the eye of the vortex, which gleamed like liquid stars.

Where their eyes converge, an image begins to form, flickering on the edge of existence, as if unable to withstand the pressure of reality.

At the edge of the image, tens of millions of Eldar corpses, layered on the horizon, like planetary husks.

The sky above these flickering images appears to be pierced by etheric lightning, sending souls screaming through the atmosphere, tearing apart thick, sticky dark clouds.

Suddenly, a light flashed like a flaming spear, but then disappeared.

"The time has come! Wake up death, Jena!"

Eldra raised her arm sternly, as the words uttered shattered the surrounding vortex like bullets piercing through ice.

Images and twisting clouds quickly dissipated, repelled by shards from the relics of the gods—not just a word, it was a forgotten name.

"Jena!

"

When the three war witches chanted, it seemed that this syllable brought death to the tip of the tongue.

Suddenly, a fissure of light appeared briefly on a wall, shimmering through the spirit bone structure, defining a stele in the process.

After a few seconds, the stone tablet melted, as if the spiritual bone structure retracted to the surrounding walls, and at the same time, a cold light penetrated in, mixed with the thick darkness of the place itself, and scattered a piece of interfering smoke in the air. .

A grotesque image emerged. It seemed to be an Eldar. It was covered with a layer of purple plastic armor. It was slender and had a large white hair that stretched to the calf at the back. It held a sword in one hand and a Unfamiliar symbols.

And its face is impressive, half of the ordinary Eldar appearance, the other half of the horrified bone demon, with a huge horn extending upward, making it look like two lives are forcibly stitched together Together.

When this figure appeared, the temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, the ground began to form white frost, and a ghostly energy surrounded its body.

The war witches broke their gaze, lowered their boiling eyes, and gradually brought their will back to reality, back to the room in the material world.

They also saw the image, but none of them wanted to say what they saw.

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"Death, Jena."

Eldra muttered, he wasn't looking for confirmation, he was just trying to share the burden of the word, to push it into the will of others, to split it into different runes, to split the word and as if conquering one. Fragmented enemies are the same.

"Go, your time has come!"

With his high-pitched sound, he pressed his hands on the ground, and the dense runes around him were lit up at the same time. The relics of the gods were squeezed out of their last strength, turned into ashes, and scattered in the invisible wind of the warp. .

And the existence known as the **** of death also issued a high-pitched scream, and finally disappeared in place, traversing the boundless space, and rushing to a body that can be lodged——