In the huge ark world of Uthvi, there is such a room. Its walls are made of spiritual bones and some kind of mysterious crystal. The surface is smooth and warm, perfect. The walls surround the heart chamber like water, and it looks like the depths of the ocean. Separated as if by some sublime force, leaving a dark, dry place for those who enter to walk without being affected by water pressure.
In the eyes of most of his kind, Eldra, the Great Prophet of Ulthwe, is very old, but no one is blind to his power.
At this moment, he was recalling the myths of his ancestors. These stories warmed Eldra's cold body to a certain extent. Walking on the legendary road of his ancestors made him feel a powerful force.
Except for the distant ringing of prayer bells, the heart was silent.
Then there was a low din even further away, like the rumble of a restless god or a deep new star.
The energy coupler separated from the leather ring. The prophet took off the gloves fixed to the wrist guards, pulled out the fragile fingers from the chain mail, and touched the golden symbols carved on the green stone low on the wall.
Then, Eldra closed her real eyes, and the automatic iris sensor of the helmet's optical system was also turned off simultaneously.
He recalled another ancient story -
Before stars spread across the universe, his ancestors only knew that there was only their own world in the world. They observed this world and similar planets revolving around it through their own astronomical telescopes.
As the years passed slowly like continental drift, their technology also grew, and they gradually learned about other planets and worlds. They realized that they were not the only life in the universe, but just one of countless lives.
Countless stars waved to them, and their ancestors left their homes and embarked on a journey across the stars and sea.
And all this is like an echo of ancient times.
The prophet has been alone for a long time. He only felt the lives of a few loyal compatriots guarding his heart. In his mind, he felt the sparks of strange life lighting up in the darkness of the outside world.
It was just a spark at the beginning, but soon it became a prairie fire.
When thousands of lights of life began to gather in his powerful mind, it seemed to him that the entire constellation was slowly taking shape.
But there are also dark and ugly souls in the light of life.
Many souls are seeking his life and that of their fellow humans.
He despises haste, because his long life has eliminated the existence of haste, but now time is urgent, as short as the blink of his heartbeat.
Now, his mind had the plan on track.
At this time, he had gotten rid of all illusions, and his imagination was shrouded here like a cloak. The simple trick that can easily deceive other races has begun.
But this is far from enough.
Eldra sighed, when things have come to this point, sacrifice is about to come.
Maybe the sacrifice at this moment is the meaning of his long life, maybe he was born for this.
With a slow and low sigh that penetrated the helmet, Eldra sat back on the stone throne located in the center of the heart chamber.
Like a spider at the center of a complex web, he stretches his thoughts in all directions, testing the quality of the filaments that weave his web of deception, spreading a vast shadow called chaos around him and causing it to The branches stretch further.
His plan finally started to work -
Through this net, he began to study the mind of every prey caught in the net: many prey were just cruel and savage butchers, exuding the malevolent aura of the corrupt god.
Others are glimmers of humanity.
In order to get rid of the minions of the Corrupt God, the Prophet constructed a huge plan. First, he leveraged the neighboring greenskin tribes to launch an invasion of an area called the 'Elura Curtain' by the Empire. This area has 2 A battle group is guarding.
With the Greenskin invasion, the Empire began to mobilize heavy troops. At this time, the craft world Uthvi, which had been being tracked, sent out a false signal, making the Empire mistakenly believe that they would enter the physical universe from the entrance to the webway in this area, so On the one hand, the Empire began to pursue the green skins, and on the other hand, it began to ambush the Eldar Ark that might appear.
But they didn't expect that what they ambushed was the huge fleet belonging to the Death Guard.
The followers of the God of Nurgle don't care about anything else, they only want to catch up with the craft world. They have destroyed many worlds along the way, and they don't care about more.
The Empire and Chaos began to fight, but there was no doubt that the Death Guard had an overwhelming strength advantage. The Emperor's Spear and Celestial Lions Chapter guarding the area were unable to resist such a huge Chaos army.
If it was just to delay time, then Eldra's purpose seemed to have been achieved.
But he knew that once the Ark left its hiding place, so would the minions of the Corrupt God, so he needed to keep these depraved guys here.
They have to be trapped for at least a long time.
Thinking about this, Eldra realized that the Imperial Army had begun to attack the Chaos army.
He closed his eyes and saw the bloody battles and the inner courage of those lower races.
These fleeting lives are burning their fire feverishly.
That's a lot of courage - if it wasn't all in vain.
The time has come to reveal his trump card, and he will make full use of these humans to add chips to his gamble - no matter how weak their power.
Suddenly, the captain of the Viper Squadron, the Wind Rider, Lean Heine Noel, responded to the spiritual call of the prophet and walked into the heart chamber.
He held the huge pure white helmet under one arm. The red feathers on the helmet were slender and perfect. The pure black armor shone with bits of gold, like the core of a dying star. The tassels on the short cloak hung down to his waist. , just covering the weapon strapped to his back.
At this time, the best warrior of the younger generation of Uthwe stared at the prophet with his elegant and ancient eyes - the soul of the Craftworld, with a little exhaustion on his slender face.
"how is the progress?"
"Great Prophet, the network channel is currently running smoothly."
"How long until it closes?"
Lean Heine Noel lowered his eyes and stared at the smooth stone floor that reflected the cold light of his black armor.
"Except for the Black Guardian teams, everyone else has left and has begun to close the network channel... There is not much time left."
"Perhaps there is not much time left for us, Lien Heine Noel, but I am afraid that for the enemy, this period of time is long enough. There is no time to close it step by step. We still need to push it. .”
"Great Prophet, maybe we-"
Eldra raised his bare hands, the ancient fingers almost transparent from the passage of time.
Seeing this gesture, Lien Heni Noel fell silent.
"You are the fastest and deadliest warrior in the Craftworld for thousands of years."
The Great Prophet leaned back on his throne with a half-smile.
"But you have never challenged such a powerful enemy. Are you confident?"
Lean Heine Noel raised his head, his deep black eyes filled with determination and fighting spirit.
"I will kill the enemy on sight!"
