Emperor's Bane

Chapter 240 The Gift of the Prophet Ada

"You are more punctual than I thought, Queen of Witch Spirits."

"Just a moment ago, I almost thought I had failed: after all, most of us behind have lacked communication for too long, and the rift between the same race is more shocking than the terrible scars that burst out when the old empire was broken."

"..."

"Speak up if you have something to say! Prophet!"

The rough voice did not come from the red-haired queen surrounded by the team, but from a dedicated servant beside her. This maid full of loyalty, jealousy and ambition bared her teeth at the host, as if she wanted to vent her jealousy towards her master on him.

"Don't be impatient, lady of the Comoros, I came here for a difficult future and a great cause, and you also have your own place in it: from now on, maybe you have to learn to be patient, learn to chew the dissatisfaction in your mouth into a bitter drink, and then savor the taste it brings to you."

"If you keep nagging, I'm going to taste your blood."

The person who spoke on his behalf was changed, but the voice and tone were the same.

Lilith-Heslapeks raised her eyelids contemptuously, and spat at her former counterpart in disdain. Her long bright red hair tied up like a blood-stained rose was still high behind her head, almost falling all the way to the dust on the ground, like the softest bait, luring anyone who dared to come to her death.

This is one of the most proud skills of the Witch Queen. In the past countless years, in the gladiatorial arenas of Comoros, she thought she had grasped the shortcomings of the Empress of the Night, fantasized about victory, and then slammed into the pathetic and dead fool. It was enough to pile up a magnificent spire.

The Queen of Blades, the Supreme Banshee of the Witch Sect, and one of the most powerful individuals among the remnants of the ancient empire is so crazy, confident and arrogant. When all her kind are relying on relics from ancient times, twisted surgery and addictive drugs with endless consequences to fight, Lilith proudly maintains the fun of close combat. She is not obsessed with drugs, does not resort to transformation, and even disdains to use more weapons or weapons

For her: barbed headbands, sports bras, stockings and thongs are enough to support all defenses, and the large expanse of exposed skin is just to show that she has not left a single wound in countless suicide battles, all thanks to a piercer dagger and a machete.

As for more things, they are no different from burdens, just like in the eyes of Lilith, the famous so-called prophet in front of her is no different from burdens.

Such a point of view is so direct and fierce, there is no concealment or cover-up at all, and the host who invited the Witch Queen here did not say much about it.

The host, the prophet, or in other words, Eldrad from the Wusi Ark, maintained an astonishing etiquette and self-restraint. He held the staff of Asmar in his hand. Under the tall and gorgeous helmet, there was a thin face that almost kept eternal seriousness.

"You should have met my envoy, the Witch Queen, you know the purpose of my invitation to come here."

"Then you'd better say it again, Prophet."

The queen of the arena grinned, showing her sharp teeth.

"I never remember a word from those weak birds."

"I see."

Uthi's prophet was so calm that the Comorians almost found it boring. Following behind the Witch Queen, those equally fanatical, bloodthirsty and scantily clad followers began to look at the Uthi guards behind Eldrad with the most obvious hostility.

The tense atmosphere accumulated to the point of being on the verge of breaking out almost in an instant, but the two people who stood in the center and really grasped the overall situation: the prophet of Wu Siwei and the queen of the Comoros Arena, maintained the same cold sobriety under their respective masks.

"I call you here, I call you here, for a commission, a commission that asks you to wield your sharp blade and spill the life and blood you love. It is about a successful raid and a tragic massacre."

"Commission?"

The Queen of the Disputed Sect laughed silently: that fleeting smile was enough to drive countless rich and important people in the distant city of Comoros crazy: as the most elegant embodiment of the word death, Lilith's sexy and charming bloody homework alone was a rare treasure that only a very few people could see quickly among the Dark Eldar.

So, behind her, another witch spirit stood up, and what directed them was the slightest movement of the witch spirit queen and the tacit understanding enslaved by countless generations.

"You know, Prophet, I don't need a commission."

"If I want to taste blood, there will be a thousand arenas in the entire Comoros fighting for the seat that is open to me. I can choose the best prey in the entire galaxy at will. Naturally, there will be a large number of slave hunters willing to serve me. As long as I stand in the gladiator arena, when have I lacked strong enemies and blood?"

"Only when I'm in the best mood and most interested, I will team up with those selected lucky ones, go to the country of those mortal fools to attack and slaughter, and enjoy a long-lost relaxing vacation, but like I said, this kind of action depends on my mood."

"Right now, I'm not in the mood."

"I think, your mood is depressed because of the lack of power?"

Eldrad's voice was not so much a sentence of culture as it was a sentence without hesitation. This offensive truth made the Witch Queen raise her head instantly. Her pupils radiated horror like a hungry lynx, and the dozens of witch spirits behind her roared to welcome the battle at the same time.

The voice and thoughts conveyed by the servants beside him have turned into the purest kind of anger.

"I warn you! Prophet! Don't use your silly tricks on me!"

"Do you think your prophecy can save you? Do you think Wu Siwei's scrap metal can protect your head? As long as I want, I can take a piece of iron and cut off your eyes that look around and your mouth that didn't close the door!"

"You think I can't do it!"

"Of course you can, ma'am, there's no doubt about that."

"Among those of your kind hiding in the webways, lingering in self-depravity and endless decadence, you are the unmistakable light, the last twisted heritage of an ancient spirit: no one can deny it, not even me, lady."

"If it's going to take your breath away, I'd like to apologize for what I did and hope it doesn't interfere with our next conversation, which, like I said, is important."

Eldrad stroked his mirror-like helmet. His words were so flat and unbelievably calm that one couldn't tell whether it was a sincere apology or a cold sarcasm. Even though the famous Comoros blade was only an unsafe distance from his neck, it still didn't disrupt his rhythm.

He knew that he saw the future, many kinds of futures, but none of them had a problem at this step: in seven cases, his envoys did not return at all, and in three other cases, although his envoys returned, his injuries were so serious and his life was in danger that he directly sentenced all subsequent activities to death.

But once things got to this point, once they started meeting, there was nothing to worry about: for the Witch Queen, the pain of not having an opponent was greater than what Prophet Wu Siwei had expected, and he didn't have to worry about the demagogic nature of his words at all.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to continue our conversation."

Eldrard waited a few seconds, but he was not rejected.

Everything was as he had foreseen.

Everything is just like that... the most terrifying prophecy.

The prophet of Wu Siwei was panting heavily deep in his heart. As soon as he thought of his glimpse in that prophecy, his heart began to collapse continuously, and an unimaginable despair would spread involuntarily.

He knew that he had to stop the terrible future he saw: whatever he had to do to make it happen, whatever he had to sacrifice to make it happen.

"Queen of the Comoros Arena, please listen to me."

"Just when you are sitting in the dry blood of the weak, lamenting the dwindling number of strong enemies, have you ever thought about the real reason why this kind of thing happened?"

"In a place that you have never paid attention to, in a place that all the residents of Comoros have avoided and never faced seriously, a child's play grand show is being staged among every galaxy in the real universe. The barbaric and short-lived race once again spewed out from their so-called solar system, mercilessly destroying those who blocked their way forward, eager to rebuild their dilapidated ruins that have already collapsed."

"They are enslaved and driven by a big lie, they are urged and guided by a fanatical dream, and they impose pure belligerence and arrogance on the galaxy, hoping that they will be the lucky ones who seize hope."

"But we have to admit that among them, there are indeed some individuals, some creations that should not belong to them, who know the art of fighting and war: this is also the biggest reason why they can be so rampant."

The prophet of Wu Siwei waved his hand, and scenes that seemed real and illusory were displayed in front of everyone: in the icy void, in the burning ruins, in the most massive and terrifying war vortex, the monster called the human empire was devouring everything and brutally tearing apart all its opponents.

The unimaginable atrocities of war made the witch spirits tremble with excitement, but their red-haired queen was paying attention to another more important and unique individual: those tall, god-like warriors, they were like towers of war made of flesh and blood, easily crushing countless opponents worth fighting to ashes.

Eldrad's voice sounded, still calm, but unknowingly, there were some induced fluctuations.

"You know."

"The Primarch."

"Perhaps in Comoros, this is just a talk at a banquet, a mockery of the crude technology of human beings by the Haemonculus: Which ancient empire's people would pay attention to everything in the real universe? These so-called expeditions of humans, in the eyes of Comoros, are not even as long as a regular banquet and murder."

Wu Siwei's prophet carefully controlled his words and instruments: In order to make his plan go smoothly, these videos of the Primarch's battle heroism have been specially screened, and the power displayed in them is enough to arouse Lilith's desire, but it can also give her the illusion of being hostile to him.

This is a technical job.

Eldrad was silent, he had the faintest trace of remorse in his heart for deliberately murdering his own people, but when he thought about the scene he saw, when he thought about those...

……

The hunger and thirst in the mortal world tore apart the curtain of the Eldar Ark, and hundreds of thousands or even more of the same race turned into invisible screams...

The golden king was defeated in the chess game, and the loud laughter held the beloved daughter of the dark prince tightly in his palm, longing for a feast...

The most despicable kinslayer held high the heads of seven brothers, and the most terrible betrayal and lies opened the darkness that swept the galaxy...

……

……

No no no no!
Everything he does now makes sense in order to stop what he sees.

Once again, when Wu Siwei's prophet convinced himself again, he heard the words from the witch spirit.

"Where are they?"

Aldrad smiled.

"They are scattered in all directions, fighting separately, my lady of the Comoros."

"But if you really want to know, I do know that there is a Primarch who has just reunited with his Legion and seems to be planning to go to the far eastern frontier of the galaxy at this time..."

(End of this chapter)