A Craftworld has arrived on Commorragh!
This is a major event that has never happened since the fall of the Eldar. Although it did not enter Commorragh and only floated far in the sky, the meaning it represents makes people think deeply.
Combined with the recent series of major events in Comoros, the emergence of the Arkworld seems to many archons to be more like a sign——
Are there signs of revival in the disintegrated Eldar Empire in the past?
Has the family that was once torn apart and taken different paths finally healed?
And all of this forced them to turn their attention to the center of the vortex of the entire world, and the most central figure——
As the leader of the Arkworld Lugnat delegation, the young prophet Patricia was leading four followers on the gunboat of the Venomous Tongue Cabal. It was also her first time coming to Comoros. When she really saw these She was also startled when she came to her "cousin's" home.
It's hard to imagine that the residents here are of the same race as her.
The streets of Comoros are like lines on parchment, intersecting over and over again. The city is like a whirlpool of chaotic towers. The streets are filled with all kinds of chaotic sights and sounds, completely different from the serious and orderly Ark. Not a worldview.
The residents here are generally pale-skinned, black-haired, thin in stature and rude in speech, and all of them carry weapons, even the most humble ones.
To be honest, in her eyes, the cousins of Comoros are at best barbarians who have just crawled out of the cave. It is hard to imagine that they actually claim to be the orthodox ancient empire——
If this is the case, it can only mean that the former empire is completely hopeless.
But here, she did not see any signs of temples or priests, only some statues of Kane. As a prophet, she was very dissatisfied with this aspect. Although the Eldar gods had long since fallen, there was no faith for her. Still hard to understand.
This is a weakness. A race without faith can easily be manipulated, which is why there are a large number of shrines in the Craftworld.
As they passed through the city, the number of Cabal warriors surrounding the delegation increased, seeming to form a barrier between these Ark cousins and the darkness of Commorragh.
Soon, they arrived at the central tower of the Venomous Tongue Cabal's castle.
Patricia saw at a glance that the tower was a parody of the ancient art of the Eldar, designed by savage minds and built by dull craftsmen.
The huge black stones are accumulated arrogantly, much like the gloomy tombs dotted on the primitive planet. The slope of the tower has many extension structures growing along its surface, which seem to be various narrow windows and balconies, and Something that could be a tower.
It crouched like a wild beast on the Cabal's territory, keeping its distance from other buildings in the city as if frightened by it.
"this way please."
After getting off the gunboat, a maid in a black high-collar dress led the team from the craft world towards the highly decorated gate.
As they drew closer, Patricia felt something dark and beautiful surround her, like a circle of poisonous flowers.
She reached out to touch the tower's stone and felt a burning sting.
"Ah, Prophet, are you okay?"
At this time, a senior warrior of the conspiracy group who led them spoke, and there was a little greed in his eyes when he looked at Patricia.
"I'm fine."
The prophet nodded solemnly.
"Don't be nervous, you are safer here than anywhere else, noble prophet."
The other party's glib tone made her very uncomfortable, and she didn't like the other party's aggressive gaze, but she didn't say anything.
As soon as she entered the tower, Patricia felt as if everything around her was pressing down on her, as if forcing her to crawl on the ground like a snake.
At the same time, various sounds came into her mind, and they kept whispering in the corners of her thoughts. She speculated that this was probably related to the location of Commorragh. After all, it was the closest to the subspace.
Looking left and right, she could clearly see a dark aura shrouding the stone wall. Looking too long in any direction seemed to burn her eyes.
There was a lot of pain here, and she heard screams, whether coming from far away or from somewhere in the tower.
"Are you okay, noble prophet?"
The pervert was still staring at her with feigned concern, and Patricia tried hard to resist the urge to slap him to death.
"I'm fine, keep leading the way."
Going up the stairs, there are giant statues erected on both sides of the corridor, with many ancient murals and paintings interspersed between the statues.
Patricia immediately recognized the style of the paintings as being that of the ancient Eldar empire, and she walked around, staring at them, longing to touch them. She never thought she would see these things that were almost lost in the Craftworld again.
The corridor itself was made of stone slabs and rose in a zigzag pattern, and with every step she took, the whisper in her head became clearer and she could only do her best to ignore it.
And she discovered that the space inside the tower was actually completely different from what it looked like outside. The height of thousands of meters seemed to be directly compressed into a flat surface.
The gorgeous hall is curled up in the network at the end of the corridor, crouching like a tumor on the heart of the tower. The room is full of smoking braziers, and the firelight illuminates the high balcony and the wide ground. At the other end of the room The throne room was empty.
The decoration here is completely different from the outside. It is decorated with a lot of amber and fresh green plants. The colors are mainly white and cyan, and the painted carpets weave a giant garden.
The hall was crowded with members of the Cabal, both men and women but mostly women. Although their clothes were flashy compared to any Ark Eldar Patricia had ever seen, these people were also arrogant bullies. , no different from pirates traveling between the stars.
The female members interested her even more. They looked like she-wolves having fun, but underneath their laughter, there was more desire and desire hidden.
What's even more interesting is that no witch spirit was seen here. Apparently Malus wanted the scene to be more "peaceful".
Patricia knew that this was a simple trick of Malus. One of the most commendable abilities of this strong woman from Comoros is to find the weakest point in anyone's mind or body, and then insert a hook and twist it hard.
Soon, Malus, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked out from behind the curtain. It was extremely rare that she did not wear the black skirt of the consul. Instead, she put on a white and cyan dress, with decorations on her body, such as armbands and The headband and other items have changed into the shape of vines and green leaves, and the makeup has been changed to a more plain makeup, except for a circle of gold around the eyes.
If her name was not mentioned, Patricia would even think that the person who appeared in front of her was a compatriot who grew up in the virgin world.
