I am the magnetic field maniac

31. Overlord and the Old Prophet

Comoros Black Heart Ziggurat

The top of this black-hearted city is shaped like an inverted pyramid, suspended just below the shining of many vicious black suns. It is the center of power in the entire Comoros.

From time to time, a tenuous flare from the controlled star fell into the Comoros, briefly illuminating the panic below.

Such flashes of light would be reflected on the countless crystals in the Dark City, attracting the admiration and even worship of many citizens below.

Of course, the Dark Eldar of the Blackheart Court despise the Black Sun above them.

To them, it was just a resource to be exploited ruthlessly, these dying stars that shone with malevolent light were just the subjugated batteries that powered entire cities at the height of their empire.

And within this Black Heart Court lurks a group of the most elite and cunning people in the entire Dark Eldar society... and all of them serve one person.

"Death is delicacy, fear is fine wine. My friend, when will you understand the reason why our species does not change?"

In the deepest part of the Blackheart Palace, on top of the towering and terrifying Throne of Destruction...

A Dark Eldar wearing the ancient Duruchi black armor and blade crown that symbolize the ruler of Commorragh, holding the Sceptre of the Dark City that symbolizes the status of the ruler of Commorragh, recited the ancient poems of the Ancient Eldar Empire in a deliberate and artificial tone.

He held a glass of wine that shone with an unsettling light, and watched the projection in front of him with interest, enjoying the wine that stimulated every cell in his body... and smiled at the slave monster beside him who was covered with traces of ravage and stitches.

"Not bad, not bad, this new brew of pain is great, Timothy, can I have another glass?"

The monster, who looked like it was sewn into a terrifying leather bag, silently served his master a brand new drink...

As he poured the liquid, his body began to twitch strangely, as if it was an instinctive reaction to severe pain.

That painful liquid is a precious treasure, brewed with the precious tears of Nicasas, and it adds a sense of pain to all things around it in order to make this fine wine gain the delicious taste of happiness from it.

This is the favorite drink of the upper class nobles of the Ancient Elven Empire... It is said that during every mating ceremony held in the Palace of the Eternal Queen...

They all wanted to use thousands of slaves as the source of this wine of pain...using their painful torture as a tool to arouse the amusement of these nobles.

"It is because of your indulgence in pleasure that our race has fallen to this point. The Pleasure Cult has become a delicacy in the belly of the "Hungry She"... but what you are doing is no different from believing in her."

Eldrad Uslan stood in the center of the hall facing the Overlord of Nether City.

But not with his physical body, but with the projection of his spirit. Therefore, he still looks very young, wearing a purple and gray robe and holding a staff of light.

His long, wavy hair fell on his shoulders, hidden by a piece of golden silk.

A teardrop-shaped ruby ​​was embedded in his forehead.

His movements were effortless, almost floating under the power of his will.

"By the Dark Muse, Eldrad, do you criticize our way of life every time we meet?"

Victor spoke in an exaggerated and deliberately disgusting Eldrad Eldar imperial court tone, and said in a sarcastic tone...

"So, what bad news is our dear Great Prophet going to report again?"

"..." Eldrad took a deep breath. He hated Victor, no doubt about it...

As the Great Prophet of the Ulthwe Ark, Chief of the Council of Prophets, and the most powerful psychic alive among the Eldar, he loathes these foul-smelling fellows.

Of course, Eldrad also knew that the people of Uswe Ark World were not a group that people liked.

They were once the sentinels of the Eldar Empire, with an entire Craftworld stationed near the Eye of Terror, and because of this, they are considered "the Cursed" by many of their fellow Craftworlders.

They have the largest and most powerful group of psykers of all the Eldar Craftworlds... and the Council of Prophets, headed by Eldrad, has the power to predict the future.

Having divined the future countless times in the undulating sea of ​​warp, Eldrad is one of the most powerful prophets in this universe...

Even more orthodox than the Necron prophet who likes to manually modify his divination results.

If the Warp is an undulating ocean filled with predators, the world is an island floating on it, and the Webway is the bridge connecting them, this is the most superficial understanding of the Warp and the Webway.

Using the ocean as a metaphor, what he is best at is standing next to a broken bridge and overlooking the shark-infested sea below, and seeing the future and hope he wants to see.

Because of this, the Usvi Ark often carries out some seemingly insignificant small orders...

But it is often such a small change that can steer the future in a direction that is more beneficial to them.

Of course, as Eldrad is a leader in the prophet industry, it is inevitable that he will have the same flaws and problems as the prophets.

For example, I particularly like to announce the death of a deceased person.

Starting with a huge crisis is a tactic often used by prophets, or it can be said that it is inevitable.

Because often when foolish people do not pay attention to the wisdom and insights put forward by the prophets, they often actually suffer the disasters that the prophets have predicted.

But then again, it is precisely because of this behavior pattern, which seems to be the same as that of the Riddler in the eyes of the Eldar fellows, that the Ulswe Ark World is so unpopular among fellow Eldar.

The old prophet Eldrad therefore has a "close" relationship with Comoros... After all, the psychic means that cannot be used in Comoros, Victor is happy to outsource it to Usvi.

Before Eldrad could answer, Victor laughed happily...

"Hahaha, my friend, please wait a moment. Well, my dear Lilith, how is your torture feast going? Those stupid conspirators, sorry, or should I say brainless Orcs, how are they doing?"

"My Lord, we are skinning them."

There was a sweet echo from the other side, followed by the screams of the Dark Eldar and the sound of blades cutting through skin.

"That's enough!! Victor, do you even know what an emergency is?"

Eldrad roared, unable to bear it any longer.

"This time, the situation is urgent. I know that every time I predict a disaster, you don't care at all and even try to profit from it. But this time is different, Asrubail!"

"Okay, okay." Victor said in a perfunctory tone, asking the waiter next to him to pass the wine, and smiled...

"I'm even more curious about why you would come to help me on your own initiative? This is incredible. Don't you hate me the most?"

"I wish I could kill all of you bastards who are always supporting her." Eldrad said coldly.

"But no matter what, you are still the Eldar. You can be finished but Commorragh must be under the control of the Eldar."

"Yes, yes, yes. Then should I disband my conspiracy group, order all of us to surrender, and then join your Ark World?" Victor said with an exaggerated expression.

"And bow down before you, oh great sage Eldra, master of the White Tower of Hoth, and perhaps you will be crowned the Phoenix King."

“I can’t see the future.”

This time, Eldrad did not get angry, but said in a low voice...

"Victor, do you understand? I, and all the ancient prophets in the Infinite Corridor, all of us have psychic powers that are not enough to see the future of our race in the Supreme Heaven."

"But I can be sure that starting from your Commorros will be the starting point of "change". Victor, do you believe in the god of death and the seventh path?"

"That's just a legend, Uslan." Victor's smile gradually turned cold.

"You're not stupid enough to believe that."

Yes, Jena, the god of death, a god whose birth was predicted since the fall of the Eldar, a god destined to kill Slaanesh.

But no Eldar would like him, especially since the prophecy of the birth of this god of death was the death of all Eldar - so what if he was awakened? In the end, this was also an evil god like "Hungry Him".

Anyway, Victor would never like or believe this old-fashioned fantasy story.

"I want to believe that I had made all the plans around the coming of the God of Death." Eldrad said with a cold look.

"But now it has changed. The situation is different now. The storm in the sky has started. The blood-red storm has blocked all vision... Even the mummy on the throne cannot see what the future will be like."

"But Victor, I still saw the change just before the storm blew up - starting from your fallen city, from the arena of your fallen city, and from a certain gladiator!"

"So, what do you want me to do, cousin?" Victor smiled maliciously.

"Kill all those gladiators." Eldrad said firmly

"Everything, I mean everything, clean them all up without leaving a single one behind!"

This was definitely a crude solution to the prophecy, but Eldrad had no choice but to do so.

Just as he said, all the prophets of Uswe Ark are trying to find clues to the future...

But the crazy bloody storm that blew up not long ago messed up all the future.

In the turbulent ocean of the Warp, even a prophet, like a navigator, must rely on calmness and accurate judgment to find a correct and safe path among countless traps and undercurrents.

You never know where a safe passage in front of you will lead to, or whether it will lead you directly into an undercurrent full of predators.

But if a storm blows up on the sea, and the navigator sees a vortex that is powerful enough to destroy the ship before the storm, then they must do their best to deviate from this route.

It didn’t matter whether it was a trap or not, the simple thing was that they couldn’t afford to bother anymore… After all, they only had the boat left and no place to dock.

"Hahaha, what a bold suggestion, Eldrad." Victor said sarcastically

"Because of your words, I am going to break with the Witch Spirit Sect, offend the Nightmare Sect, and make the people of Comoros have no "food"? Cousin, have you been dealing with those demons for so long that you have gone insane and are hopeless?"

"Victor, you have to..."

Before he could finish his words, Victor unilaterally cut off the call with Eldrad, twisted his neck, and complained...

"What a disgusting unlucky person you are. Um - did you hear that, my dear Lilith? I look forward to your performance in seven days."

"No problem, my dear Majesty." The sweet voice replied with viciousness and cruelty.

"Whether it's the little cousin that Marlas raised or the powerful monkey, they will die in my hands in the end."

"I like your confidence, dear." Victor smiled.

"But to be on the safe side, I will still provide you with some insignificant help. I also want to see if the heart of my dear "ex-wife" is really made of crystal."

Having said this, Victor seemed to be amused by what he said and began to laugh uncontrollably.

The crazy laughter spread through the gloomy palace and diffused under the light of the black sun.

32. Premonition of Pain

"Hopelessly short-sighted idiot!"

The call was ended unilaterally, and even the well-mannered Eldrad couldn't help but curse out loud.

But he had no choice. The power of these Ark Eldar was far too different from that of the Dark Eldar who inherited Commorragh.

Even if the Ark Eldar claim to be the awakened of the Eldar Empire...

But in fact, the Aida in Comoros are the real heirs of the Ancient Spirit Empire.

Not only did he inherit the legacy, but he also inherited the irremediable depravity.

Eldrad stretched out his hands, and the feeling of pulling his thoughts back from the Supreme Heaven was not pleasant... because the deeper he came into contact with the Supreme Heaven, the more he would discover the horror of the bloody storm.

There is no doubt that it was Kong En who set off that bloody storm.

But who did it? The other three evil gods? Or the unfinished dark king on the throne?

No, all of them were no. Eldrad clearly crossed out the most unlikely options in his mind...but none of the remaining ones were qualified enough to make Kong En express such a statement.

What happened in the Supreme Heaven?

What exactly happened that led to the prelude to such a crisis?

Eldrad raised his head and looked up at the infinite circuit above his head.

Solid, shining crystal-like wraith bones formed an infinite circuit above his head - carrying the souls of every dead person on the Ark of Ulthwe, a place isolated from the Supreme Heaven.

This is the greatest asset of the Ark Eldar. They can survive from the clutches of Slaanesh only by relying on the Infinite Circuit.

In the Empire's past, the Webway connected all the Endless Circuits...

Like an electric grid extending along a bridge, it conducts energy from one end of the galaxy to the other.

He called it the Eternal Matrix. It was part of the Webway, the greatest achievement of the Eldar Empire.

It connects not only every world with a thriving Eldar population, but also every Eldar - from the moment they are born.

Before the Fall of the Eldar, when the Eldar were devoured by the gods born from their own corruption, their souls were gathered into the Eternal Matrix.

Restart. Reconstruct. Rebirth. At that time, every Eldar was immortal, and death was just a cycle in an infinite loop for them.

But perhaps it is precisely because of this that the conclusion of immortality marked the beginning of the Eldar's fall.

When any atrocity can be committed without any cost, then unbridled depravity is the only result.

Moreover, isolating the subspace? Eldrad smiled self-deprecatingly. How could that be possible?

Perhaps Eldrad once believed blindly...

But it was not until he actually glimpsed the breath of Jenafen, the god of the dead, that things changed. He was not sure whether the Eldar god of death really existed, but there was no doubt...

A Warp Soul born from the Eternal Matrix resides within each Eldar.

And now, Eldrad has to figure out what happens next.