At the border of the hazy star field, a gap suddenly opened in the dark void. Against the backdrop of the dots of starlight, a bright gem slipped out of the gap.
Arkworld Uthwe had just left the hidden exit of the webway, but without any intention of stopping, he rushed towards the next functioning webway gate without stopping.
But less than five minutes after it entered the physical universe, a supernatural stench of wind roared out, instantly encompassing the entire Arkworld.
Immediately, several layers of protective shields were raised to protect the Arkworld and its residents from both a physical and mental level.
Just as Arkworld began to speed away, thick beams of light mixed with huge electric currents came from a distance and hit the thick barrier of Arkworld, causing it to shake like a small boat in the stormy waves.
The Arkworld was not to be outdone, and launched a series of brilliant counterattacks. Soul concussion cannons, vortex cannons, laser cannons—all kinds of large-caliber weapons fired at the attackers.
In the distance, a fleet with a main color of dark green was rapidly approaching. When the firepower of the Arkworld came, they scattered one after another, but several warships were still hit and immediately turned into ruins.
But there are hundreds of them, so this little damage is not a threat.
Then they launched an even more ferocious offensive, like a pack of wolves hunting bison, tearing apart the shield of the Craftworld at all costs.
If you give them enough time, even Usvina's barrier that has not been breached for tens of thousands of years will eventually collapse.
Therefore, all the Eldar in the Ark World have been mobilized, and everyone has their own responsibilities and positions. However, what is strange is that the most prestigious one here has never appeared——
The fight was in full swing outside, but in a dark theater deep in the craft world, a lonely figure sat in the empty auditorium.
The performance here has just reached its climax.
Suddenly, a living, thin metal figure appeared in the middle of the theater.
Its whole body is wrapped in slowly squirming rags, its fragile arms are stretched forward, and the clowns, illuminated by the stars, twist slowly in the air, rising and falling in the theater with deep voices. Chorus -
"Ingall, ingall."
That figure exuded a suffocating atmosphere of despair and hatred.
It rotated slowly, and its long and faceless head examined the only audience in the auditorium one by one.
Soon, the ghost slowly stretched out its hand, its fingers were long and thin, and then gently used its hands to hold the head of a clown with a weird mask on his face - the person they were playing. It's an ancient sage.
The clown immediately became stiff, and the accessories on his body dimmed as they flickered, eventually losing their light completely.
Soon, it was floating motionless in the air like a corpse. The Ingel floated above the clowns as slowly as death, stretching out its mummy-like palms, one after another. Extinguished the light of the buffoon who played the Old One.
Their motionless "corpses" floated in mid-air, their murmuring chorus becoming more distant and ethereal with the demise of each ancient saint.
Around the theater, the Ingalls, played by four clowns in rags, began to imitate the slow and deadly dance.
Soon, the theater was enveloped in complete darkness.
A few seconds later, a colorful ball of light rushed into the middle of the theater, and various colors danced crazily in the surrounding air.
It was a graceful figure, and the facial makeup on its head showed the sneering face of the Laughing God.
The laughter echoed in the vaults, appearing extremely high and clear among the ghostly whispers before.
Yingail stopped its slow dance, its blind eyes fixed on the intruder who disturbed its feast of stars, and its body language alone exuded pure hatred.
It began to float towards the Laughing God, its sterling silver arms outstretched.
As it got closer, it finally held the head of the Laughing God, which was beginning to tremble, with its thin fingers.
Its epilepsy became more and more violent, and one by one, those bright colors and smiling faces began to disappear, until the clown lost its color and fell into silence, and its stiff body fell from the air like a stone, hitting the theater floor. Makes a dull sound.
But a second later, laughter echoed through the vault again.
The fallen body on the theater floor is actually a clown in rags, and another Ingel under the vault suddenly bursts out with colorful light, revealing the fact that it is the God of Laughter.
It smiled and bent down when the suspended metal ghost faced it again.
Once again, Ingal floats forward, arms outstretched, and once again, it devours a member of its unholy kin, mistaking it for the Laughing God.
Time and time again, the Laughing God steers the ghost astray, its intricate dance drawing it toward its brethren.
The glow around the metallic figure was dimmed by the screaming faces of its murdered brethren, and its once graceful and precise movements began to falter until they became a disjointed mess.
On the stage, the slender and weird face suddenly turned left and right, trying to find the true form of the Laughing God, and the unclean energy absorbed from other Ingels danced above his head like a halo of dark light.
Its body became extremely large, and the energy emitted from it filled the theater with bursts of static electricity.
But the laughter from the enemies of the gods seemed to come from every direction.
A skull face symbolizing the sin of parricide appeared on Ingel's metal body, and then he screamed and flew in all directions.
Its madness is so thick that you can even feel it in the air, making the pressure inside the theater seem to have exceeded the critical point.
Every time he blinks, the Laughing God seems to appear behind, in front of, on, and under him in a colorful dizzy dance.
The Ingel blindly grabbed the air in front of him for a few seconds, and his long fingers penetrated the illusion left by the Laughing God.
Then, with a shrill shriek of rage and resignation, it took hold of its own head, twitching as it grew smaller and smaller, as if folding in on itself and growing darker.
The gleaming clones of the Laughing God danced together gracefully like acrobats, transforming into a great and victorious figure.
The enemy, driven mad by greed, gradually shrunk into a small ball bursting with lightning.
When the lamps representing the stars returned to light one by one, the performance was not over yet.
The entire troupe of harlequins appeared beneath the vault, floating in a vast circle around the dark sphere.
At first they floated in silence, observing.
Then like one, their masks of alertness turned into those of fear as the orb burst with lightning again, its core glowing red.
The performance ends here.
People in the audience clapped their hands and laughed:
"I haven't seen such a wonderful dance drama in many years, Curtain Walker."
All the clowns on the stage left one after another, except for the one who played the Laughing God.
She took off her mask and costume, revealing her body wrapped in black leather armor and a mask as clear as a black hole.
"Singer of Uthnesh (the original name of Uthnesh in the craft world is the Song of Uthnesh, and the symbol is the Tears of Isha). Your people are worried about how to escape the pursuit of the followers of the corrupt god. Why do you But so relaxed and relaxed.”
"Hilandri, since you appear here, doesn't it mean that things have changed for the better?"
The figure called Hillandri stood on the stage, overlooking the great prophet Uthvi with his legs crossed in the audience, and suddenly shook his head.
"What I bring is not the hope you were expecting."
"Of course, I didn't expect any good news, just like a turnaround is not always a good thing."
"Because Gale is in turmoil, Sigaole wants me to bring a warning that some ancient threat has broken free from its prison."
The Great Prophet nodded silently and then stood up.
"I see."
"Where is Isha's daughter? Where did you hide her? I can't even see her lifeline."
The Great Prophet who was walking towards the exit stopped and turned around, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Then two words were spoken.
"secret."
"You only harmed her by doing this. Only under the protection of Xi Gaole can she be safe."
The smile on the Great Prophet's face disappeared, his expression became cold, and his eyes became cold.
"Shut up, do you really think that no one knows about that? Go back and ask that clown, who leaked the sanctuary of the Goddess of Life to the God of Corruption during the Great Fall. He always thinks that he can control everything? Remember? Live, one day, Ingel, who was fooled by Him in the past, will launch the most brutal revenge on him, and at that time, He will have nowhere to escape!"
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