"I don't know whether you want me to drink the water of truth. All you do is spread doubt. My original intention of coming here is to drink this water, and you want me to reconsider. If you really want me to drink it, , you will never stop me."
"No!"
The Keeper of Secrets roared and opened his dagger-like teeth.
Eldral dispelled his spirit blade and rushed towards the waterfall. He raised the bottle of soul and quickly pushed it into the flowing energy.
With lightning speed, he turned around to look at the Keeper, and then put down the thing he contained - the
The liquid is like sweet sourness.
His sense of victory only lasted for a moment, until the Keeper's cheerful laughter reached his ears.
As the power of Uncovered Tears flowed into his body, the pounding sound of his own heart also joined in.
"How corny and boring, yet delightful, Eldral."
The great demon smiled again, and as Eldral's soul burned with the energy of the subspace, the demon's voice and the false images in his vision gradually became more and more blurry.
"I just want to savor your soul as you learn about creation."
The flames of the Uncovered Tears raced through Eldral's mind, threatening to burn him to death with its power.
The palace began to revolve around him, accelerating and accelerating, until it turned into a spiral of time, looping eternally from the beginning to the end, and he was just a speck of dust under this chaotic storm, swept away by this indifferent Power can be swept away at will.
Over the foam of the waves and the crackle of the fire he heard the jeers of the Keeper.
Pride, the demon used his own pride against him, the idea that he could not mistakenly seek the Uncovered Tears.
But pride also saved him.
The anger at the thought of falling prey to the devil's machinations became a pillar in his heart, an unshakable foundation beneath his feet.
A stubbornness composed of pure arrogance refused to be cleared away by the torrent that rushed around him from the waterfall to drown his spirit,
He absorbed the fire, drinking from the deeper waters, letting its power flow through him rather than fight it.
Eldral rushed out of the wildly spreading water, rising in a circle of golden light to a piece of land not far away from the secret, with the vial and scepter still in his hands.
The demon's body twisted and spread like waves, turning into a huge, purple-colored monster with sharp claws on its limbs and a face like an evil bull. Under a deeply frowning brow, it stared at the prophet with gem-like eyes. .
The Prophet raised his scepter, ready to attack.
"It's not enough to drink the Uncensored Tears, Eldral,"
The devil teased:
"The powers are within you now, but you must descend into the shadows deep within your soul to see the truth they contain."
"Don't try to win from this defeat. You didn't want me to have this power, but it's mine now."
"That's the look of pleasure I want to see."
The Keeper leaned forward and leaned closer, his sweet breath blowing on Eldral's face.
He saw himself reflected from dozens of planes in its eye, forming an image of defiance.
"This is your illusion, and when you reach the pinnacle of your confidence, it will be fleeting. Come with me now, Eldral, and you will be able to control the stars. Love me once more, and then Your people will be saved."
"My people don't need a demon to save them."
The prophet sarcastically said:
"Tell your master that I haven't played all my trump cards yet. The Immortal Starfall will be an eternal nightmare for you and your master!"
"Do you think a broken ancient god will save your tribe?"
The demon scratched its long jaw with an appendage shaped like a slender lobster claw.
"Have hope for what you desire, Eldral."
The demon stepped back and bowed mockingly, running its tongue over its fangs.
Suddenly, the door on the wall opened, golden light shone out from it, and then both the devil and the door disappeared without a trace.
The lightness of his spirit was replaced by the crushing heaviness. Eldral groaned and opened his eyes, finding himself sitting cross-legged on a simple futon in the crystal hall, surrounded by everything that was just a flash in the pan in his long life. items.
None of them could be used as a means of survival for him, but when he looked at his bare hands, he saw the lines of crystal spreading along the veins and bone marrow, taking root in his body.
After the freedom of this soul journey, his body was almost paralyzed. From head to toe, there was no part without pain.
But his mission was accomplished.
In one of his hands, a sealed bottle of soul was emitting a strange light. Remembering the words of Keeper, he did not give up the crystal container.
The prophet's thoughts were drawn like a moth to a flame by a ray of free-floating mysterious energy, and as it traveled within him he felt only a tremor of power, exposing its secrets to his searching mind. middle.
He saw the eternal mother body burning in pure white flames, and the webway was reduced to ashes in the raging fire, but in the flames emerged a being who was robed by fire and had a crown of stars embedded on his forehead.
His face is cold but not cruel, and he is as erratic as a ghost. He holds a shining halberd in one hand and a spiral flaming sword in the other.
But something else was moving in the darkness.
Rows of skeletons emerged from the shadows. The polished metal skeletons shone with light of silver and gold, like an active energy cycle. A green light spread from one planet to another. The huge tomb arch The top was opened, and a phalanx composed of countless ancient dead poured out from it.
The ancient enemy of the Eldar, the Necrontyr.
"This is wrong!"
With a suppressed cry, Eldral broke free from the vision.
The crack of the soul bottle shattering on the ceramic floor brought him back to reality, but his limbs were still shaking with shock.
He staggered to the wall, using one hand to support himself, while strange nerve impulses flashed through the crystals in his body, and then a rune slipped out of the pocket on his belt, levitating Above the fragments of the Soul Bottle.
It flipped slowly over and over again, like a snake trying to chase its own tail.
The Cosmic Serpent, Domlak, a symbol of wisdom and mystery.
Eldral didn't know what this meant, and he was too exhausted to immediately probe further.
He stumbled to his seat and almost collapsed on it, his limbs numb and his thoughts racing.
Strangely, the cosmic serpent floated right in front of him, coiling around an upraised finger as the prophet pondered his next move.
Looking at this strange symbol, the prophet suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Could it be that... something is going to happen to Pai Shang Xing?"
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