I am the magnetic field maniac

Once again he immersed his mind in the waves of the Warp, standing on the broken bridge, facing the calm but terrifying waves.

He was looking down into the water where the sharks waited. It was an island that had fallen into the water, and yet it was so close that it held the secrets of the past, present, and future.

To mortal eyes, the Cascade of Unfinished Tears is exactly what it sounds like: blue-green energy gushing from the barrier of the Webway.

It split a hall and an entire city in two, leaving them framed by vibrating black and gray crystals.

Eldrad stood in the center of the hall and surveyed the roaring waterfall, requiring and seeking knowledge beyond the ever-changing veil.

He chanted the rune three times, each time revealing the path to the Falls of Unfinished Tears...

His boots swept across the marble floor as he approached the waterfall. The patterns shifted in the mist, unaware of his approach.

He pulled out from his belt a crystal vial with a surface very similar to the wall.

It was called Soulglass, and was similar to the wraithbone his people used to carry psionic energy, but inversely, because it was designed to repel psionic energy. Thoughts could not pass through it. It was a material that could defend against, or, perhaps, store, the Warp.

It froze his fingers. Like Eldrad, it was not real, just a reflection of its physical existence. Here, that was good enough.

The prophet stretched out his arms, nearly falling, when a breeze brushed his cheeks. He turned around and found a door in the wall, where there was nothing but polished crystal.

A young Eldar figure stood in front of the door. Looks like him. An Eldar image refracted by the lens? Maybe.

The newcomer's figure was so thin that it was almost enviable, especially his slender wrists and long neck. His golden hair almost dragged on the ground, and his figure seemed to be lingering in ecstasy.

The silver robe was torn at the shoulders and thighs, revealing pale pink skin. Smooth sapphire eyes stared at him.

Another heartbeat later, Eldrad saw that the man had his arms folded across his chest, but another pair of arms were behind his back. This undoubtedly revealed the identity of the intruder.

He whispered the demon's name, feeling a mixture of fear and admiration that the Keeper of Secrets had appeared without his knowledge.

"Enkali."

"Eldrad."

The voice passed through the soul like silk, gentle yet firm.

Just uttering the prophet's name summoned desire, like an invitation to sex. The demon smiled, showing its pointed teeth.

"My dear, you are not here to drive me away. Let me guess. You want to see me so eagerly because you want to peek into the secret curtain, right?"

"Do you think this could tempt me?"

The demon shrugged. The four arms looked very expressive.

“My people are not called the Secret Keepers for nothing.” Enkali waved half of his hand toward the waterfall.

"I won't interfere. I promise."

"Oh, you speak as if the devil's words have any effect," the prophet retorted sarcastically.

N'kali pretended to be hurt, but still showed a sly smile. He knew that Eldrad would definitely take the bait, and he was waiting here just to convey some message to the prophet.

"Drink it, prophet, you are here for this." Enkali brought a cup of water from the waterfall to Eldrad. These unfinished tears were the liquid that revealed the future.

But Eldrad did not take it. He picked up the cup made of soul glass and carefully took a small sip of the liquid splashing beside it.

Making a deal with a demon is never a good thing, let alone listening to a demon, especially when the other party is a Slaanesh demon.

But the prophet has no choice. If a person who predicts the future cannot see the future, then he is no different from a blind person.

Eldrad must grasp the future trends, only in this way can he guide his people onto the right path.

The flames of the Unfinished Tears pierced Eldrad's soul, threatening to swallow him whole. The halls in his vision began to spin, turning into a cycle that would never end. He was just a speck of dust in this vortex, swept away by its relentless power.

Amid the crackling and scorching of the swirling flames, he heard Enkali's laughter. Pride. The demon had defeated him with his pride - his unshakable belief in the rightness of his own cause.

But pride also saved him.

The thought of being tricked by the devil instantly ignited his rage, which then became his unshakable foundation, the pillar of his core.

This arrogant stubbornness refused to let his soul be washed away by the waterfall.

He breathed in the fire and drank more water, drawing strength from it rather than fighting it.

He then tore himself free of the raging water and descended in a golden halo, still holding the vial and the staff.

The demon revealed itself, rippling into a towering monster of purple flesh, clawed limbs, and a bovine face.

Jewel-like eyes frowned at the prophet.

There was nothing to be frustrated about, he had not come here to deal with the prophet. Of course, if possible, Enkali would definitely hope that the trap he had laid would lead Eldrad to corruption.

Eldrad knelt before Enkali, but it was not a surrender... for as the golden flames burned in his eyes, what ignited was a glimpse into the future!

Penetrating through the terrifying storm, Eldrad stared at the future with wide eyes and unscrupulously peeked at the picture, his greed was not like the calmness that an old prophet should have.

He saw figures fighting madly in the bloody wasteland, one big and one small... but there seemed to be no difference in strength between them, only endless roars and ecstatic laughter.

The fight tied up the entire blood realm, and because of this, the war between the other three gods also became one-sided!

The cold sun watched indifferently, but the look it cast towards Eldrad at this moment, the psychic energy that almost burned his soul made the old prophet tremble...but the voice only conveyed a simple message!

The old prophet held his breath, he saw deeper and deeper!

He saw deep into the withered and decaying garden!

He saw Comoros burning with fire and blood!

He saw the awakened giant! He saw...

A terrifying lightning bolt tore through the entire galaxy!!

Eldrad returned to the present! His mind traveled through time and space to the future, but the picture he saw made his heart stop!

"How is it? Is the future interesting?" Enkali looked at him mockingly.

Eldrad said nothing, he just stood up and suppressed the fear that spread from the depths of his soul.

He ignored Enkali who was laughing at him, and did not intend to be on guard against him... because he knew that this secret keeper came here to obey his master's orders.

He would not harm himself - how ridiculous, a Keeper of Slaanesh's Secrets would honestly not intend to harm an Eldar Prophet, instead of eagerly sweeping him away and giving him to Slaanesh as a snack.

"It seems that you have seen what you wanted to see. Very good. My Lord will look forward to what you can do."

The demon stepped back and bowed in mockery, its tongue sliding across its fangs. The door in the wall opened, and in the golden light, the demon and the portal disappeared together.

Truly waking up from his psychedelic vision, Eldrad sat in a plain chair in his special room, surrounded by objects that only appeared briefly in his long life.

None of them could be used as a means of survival for him, but when he looked at his bare hands, he saw the crystal lines spreading along his veins and bone marrow, taking root in his body. After the freedom of his soul's journey, his body was almost paralyzed, and there was no place from head to toe that did not hurt.

But he didn't care about the pain, because when he woke up, he saw the golden flame burning in the glass bottle of his soul.

The Emperor of mankind, who was no different from an evil god to the Eldar, had just protected Eldrad.

Why? He didn't know, the vision of the future almost shattered the old prophet's mind, but he always believed in his own experience - prophecies are not absolutely reliable, they always have problems that you can't imagine.

After an unknown amount of time, Eldrad struggled to get up. He regained his breath, but was still extremely weak.

But he entered the warp, once again.

This time, his thoughts did not jump into the ocean, but into one of the countless islands. The island with countless theaters and plays performed in them.

Eldrad had only enough thought to send a message, but it was enough.

"Go to Comoros and kill the human named Bai Qianshuang!"

After Eldrad sent this information to the Frost Star Theater, he completely fainted.

33. Boring Years in Prison

Within the dungeons of the Comoros, time becomes an elastic thing.

Seconds turned into days and weeks, while months and years passed in minutes.

In this webway hub close to the subspace, time has become less constant.

All of Krom's injuries have healed, and he is healthier than ever, but the shadow in his heart has never disappeared.

He couldn't help but look at the cell opposite.

The one called Guo Zhen, wearing the power armor painted in the style of their Space Wolves... but actually a battle brother of the White Scars, was staring blankly at the wall.

His treatment did work, but it was limited.

The Butcher's Nails were pulled out of his brain, but it seemed that the process still damaged his frontal lobe.

This is not a fatal injury to the Space Marine, but there are still many unexplored aspects of the severe damage that the Butcher's Nails cause to the brain.

You know, even the Emperor's former mechanical sage Arkhan didn't understand the damage and some principles of the Butcher's Nail, let alone a...

A what... thing?

Krom bared his teeth. Whether from the perspective of a Space Marine or as an Emperor's currency, he refused to acknowledge that Bai Qianshuang was a normal human being.

To say that he was a mutant like those illegal psykers was being too lenient with him.

Krom dared to guarantee in the name of Russ that what that guy had under his human skin was definitely a completely different structure and genes from other ordinary humans.

Otherwise, how could he drive the outrageous force called "magnetic field rotation"?

Krom knew about magnetic fields. He understood these basic scientific knowledge. He even almost became a technical sergeant to go to Mars for further studies - but precisely because of this understanding, he didn't understand it at all.

Can the human body control something like magnetic field?

Chrom understands that there are many strange aliens in this universe, and they have many super powers that humans cannot understand.

But 90% of the special abilities here are related to the subspace...

Most of the supernatural phenomena in this universe are equivalent to the subspace.

But controlling magnetic fields through one's own body or genes, not to mention being able to cause such damage and the incredible ability to reconstruct other people's cells -

Don't be ridiculous. If those biological sages knew about this, they would go crazy.

Although what those oil men do and what they believe in make them extremely far away from science...

But something that directly subverts their basic knowledge will definitely make those oil guys both fanatical and fearful.

Tsk, maybe this guy will go to Mars for a tour and find a pair of oil men who believe in him.

Chrom looked at the dark cell, thinking about something heretical out of boredom.

The influence of Commorros on the Astartes seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. To put it a little blasphemously, after Crome entered Commorros, the glory of the Emperor gradually receded from the depths of his heart, not to mention the holy scriptures and commandments of the Astartes.

Although the Codex Astartes was just like toilet paper in the eyes of the Space Wolves, well... that's okay.

Just as Crom was daydreaming, the door of the dungeon was opened.

Bai Qianshuang returned to her cell with a calm expression...

He didn't look like a gladiator who had just returned from a bloody battle... Instead, he looked as leisurely as a commoner in the garden world who had just returned home after shopping.

"How many aliens did you kill this time, or how many Imperial citizens did you kill?"

Jomond said this gloomily, but rather than questioning, it was probably more of an instinctive jealousy of freedom under the numbness.

"I don't know." Bai Qianshuang returned to her cell and said calmly...

"He strangled a few weird things, and then killed a few humans who were not quite clear-headed. I don't know if they were your imperial citizens... But dying here is a blessing for them, isn't it?"

"You might as well let us go out and fight!"

Qiao Mengde grabbed the edge of the alloy cage and said to Bai Qianshuang with a grin...

"We're not here to rot!"

"Calm down, brother Jomond, and pay attention to your mentality!" Beoric said seriously.

"We have been staying in this place for who knows how long. If this continues, we might really rot here!"

Jomond lowered his head and muttered in dissatisfaction. For an Astartes, dying on the battlefield was by no means a torturous thing... but rotting in an alien prison was a result that he would never be willing to accept.

"If you are not satisfied, I can arrange a fight for you."

Bai Qianshuang looked at the restless wolf cub, showing her sharp white teeth and laughing mockingly...

"I can even arrange a few more Chaos Astartes for you to fight... If you're lucky, you might even run into traitors from your Space Wolves. I heard that the Venomous Tongue Arena actually caught a few recently!"

"It will do you no good to provoke us."

Yin Zhi stared at Bai Qianshuang and said solemnly, but the latter just shrugged and said nonchalantly...

"Why do you feel ashamed of this? Isn't it normal for a chapter to have traitors?"

It is normal for an Astartes Chapter to have traitors. After all, if they didn't have traitors, how could the great evil god GW sell the pawns of Chaos Astartes?