I am the magnetic field maniac

"I will let you out." Lakas showed an evil smile, as if the madman in front of him was not talking about slaughtering him and his people.

"Our deal can be done, and your wish can be fulfilled. I will give you the images and opportunities you want."

"Really? That would be great."

The blood shark smiled grimly, and the smile was full of malice and joy. When it was put together with the extreme underworld person in front of it, it actually seemed somewhat harmonious...

"Then we will carry out other research tests next."

The back of Lakas slowly opened like a blood eagle. As a large amount of inspiration potion was injected into his body, he looked at the experiment in front of him and smiled sinisterly...

"I hope you can cooperate with me in the research. The theme of this experiment is the combination of magnetic field rotation and Star God fragments."

"Try to hold on, or give me a bigger surprise."

37. Evelyne

Inside the palace of the poisonous conspiracy group, in a quiet and safe quiet room.

An Eldar with a slender and muscular figure, a face as sharp as a blade and beautiful... and long golden hair was kneeling on one knee in front of a godless altar, thinking quietly.

She was reflecting on the first half of her life, a life that was indeed extremely changeable as an Eldar.

She had never experienced happiness since she was a child because she was born in the Ark... and for the Eldar who were destined to embark on the journey, enjoyment and indulgence were absolutely forbidden.

But even so, most of the Ark Eldar can still find a trace of achievement and happiness from the miserable journey, just like an ascetic monk holding a handful of water and crossing the endless desert...

Although the essence is still to experience the pain of poverty, one can feel a sense of satisfaction from moderation.

But she couldn't, absolutely couldn't.

It’s not that she didn’t have the talent to complete the journey, in fact, she had excellent talent.

She once walked the path of a dancer, and was able to complete the training to become a war dancer in a very short time.

However, she could not feel any happiness or satisfaction from the journey, so she quickly entered the next path.

She chose to become a war witch because she had the gift of psychic power... but even when her eyes penetrated those endless waterfalls to peek into the truth of the world and felt as if she was omnipotent, she still could not feel the joy that came from unknown satisfaction.

So, she chose to become a warrior again, walking on the path of the ferocious and howling banshee of vengeance, filling her empty soul with blood and killing... using the blade to cut open the flesh of the enemies and dig out their souls to experience the pleasure.

And in the end, it only brought some satisfaction to her confused soul.

However, she still could not feel the meaning of her own existence from it. She was still empty, like a soul stone drifting in the boundless space.

Perhaps the Ark World where she was born and raised was too narrow...

The cold soul circuit and the crystal dome are like urns in the world of the living, protecting them from being devoured by the enemy and locking away all their desires and dreams.

So, she left the Ark World and the protection of her birthplace, left her soul stone behind, and chose to become a simple pirate.

The excitement of life should perhaps come from danger. Only when one breaks away from shelter and faces the most terrifying and dangerous fate can one feel the most vivid happiness.

Thus, she began to "fall" all the way...

Experience that fleeting feeling from killing, plundering, and even death.

She even became addicted to stimulant drugs because only this could bring her closest to the feeling of death.

And finally, like every thrill-seeking Eldar, she came to Comoros.

In a sense, this can almost be seen as a pathetic fall...

After all, if the Ark Eldar can still be seen as people who tried to save the tragically corrupt empire but were powerless, then the Dark Eldar of Commorragh are a group of scum who continue the decadent style of the empire.

But this is actually the fate of the Eldar - the Ancient Saints created them for the purpose of weapons, hoping that they would have powerful psychic powers... and thus gave them extreme sensitivity and perception of emotions.

This also means that emotions are rich and varied - this is a feeling that is difficult for humans to understand. It is much more difficult for the elves to curb their desires than for humans.

With their acute senses and an extra sensory organ compared to humans, they are too easily affected by emotions and can perceive other people's emotions.

However, she could not actually be considered degenerate. Although she came to Comoros, she did not mix with those degenerate compatriots, nor did she join their unrestrained degenerate gatherings.

She just showed her strength and skills in this dangerous City of Thousand Blades, walking on the edge of a knife, and finally she was appreciated by one person and joined the Wuling Sect.

She saved me, and I worked hard for her. To put it bluntly, it was just a simple relationship of interest.

But this is not the position she is looking for, and this is not where she should be.

Evelyne, your place shouldn't be here.

She whispered that as a seeker of the way, she now served Lady Marlas.

Her talent and strength were appreciated by the Archon when she entered Comoros, and she took her under her wing and wanted to fight for her.

Three days later, it will be the night of revelation.

That was a twisted name for the night of revelry, and after the fall of the Eldar, the feast that was once full of depravity has now regressed a lot -

Today, the Night of Revelation has become a night for many groups in Comoros to solve problems and make their voices heard.

Gladiators representing various groups would perform a dance of death at the risk of their own lives in the arena to please all the spectators present, using their deaths to represent the power behind each other and to bring about some declarations and gains.

The reason why Marlas took such good care of herself was that she hoped Evelyne would declare a power challenge to Victor on her behalf.

To kill the representative sent by Victor, and thus announce to the whole of Comoros the decline of the Black Heart Conspiracy.

And Victor must accept this challenge. Even the overlord of Youdu has to follow some traditional rules of Comoros.

And of course, if Victor's fighters killed Evelyne, the challenge would come to nothing.

But I guess Maleth would not have suffered much loss at that time. She was just like all the high-level elves in this dark city. She had countless tricks, and they were all used in the complicated and dirty political struggles.

Can Evelyne win? She has no confidence at all.

Because she was facing Lilith Heslapekos. As a succubus who had just joined the Witch Spirit Cult, Evelyne knew the power and legend of Lilith.

She has killed a hundred times more people than Evelene, and won as many fights as Evelene. She is the most dangerous and deadly succubus, and people praise her as the embodiment of the elegance of death and the living muse.

The nobles of Commorra admire her, and even the most withered and noble Dark Eldar are willing to offer countless "Bloodthorn Roses" in order to draw motivation to live from her slaughter.

Oh, this flower is a rare flower that only grows near the arena and nightmare shrine.

Legend has it that they were formed from the blood dripping from Bloody Kane's body. Their bodies are covered with spikes that are sharp enough to penetrate any thick armor.

When two succubi fight to the death in the arena, supporters of both sides will buy these flowers and throw them into the arena.

This expensive flower, each of which can be sold for several slaves, represents the joy of these dark eldar for the succubus they support...

And after the fight begins, as the air currents sweep up these poisonous and dangerous flowers and thorns... fighting and dancing among them will be a feast for the Dark Eldar.

It's really ridiculous.

Evelyne smiled self-deprecatingly as she entered Comoros...

It is to find her own place in this universe that makes her feel so empty - but is becoming Maras's pawn, fighting to the death for her conspiracy, really the position she is looking for?

As a warrior, she doesn't fight for her own ends or methods. Because she may not find such things.

So, was she going to fight just for the cheers and excitement of others, just to please them?

In other words, as a dark elf, will you forever sink into this stage of blood and killing, constantly pursuing the joy of survival and looking for meaning in the cracks of life?

Evelyne just didn't know what the answer was. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here, confused and lost.

"Haha, what a devout believer, my dear little bird."

The echoing laughter sounded in Evelyne's ears. She raised her head and saw a noble lady from the Dark Eldar clan...

She was wearing a luxurious dress as black as the night, and a silver-white half-body armor embellished with dazzling blades that protected her abdomen and outlined a better figure. In her hand, she held a fan made up of nine sharp silver blades, which protected her mouth and half of her seductive and beautiful face, and smiled happily...

"Madam Malus..." Evelyne whispered the other person's name.

Her boss in Comoros, the one who protected her and allowed her to survive in this dark city - and the one who forced Evelyne into the battlefield.

Evelyne respected her, but was also afraid of her, and at the same time, she hated her even more...

"There's no need to be so distant, my dear Evelyne."

With that seductive and false smile, Marles affectionately grabbed Evelene's hand. The cold touch made Evelene think of the legend of the lady in front of her.

It is said that when Marlas was abandoned by Vector and exiled to the Webway, she received something from the hand of the Laughing God.

Therefore, when no one was around, she would stare at her reflection in the mirror and let out strange laughs.

But the reason why it becomes a legend is that no one can survive after witnessing Maras's behavior - at least the servants are not qualified.

But if I saw Maras's crazy smile, I wonder if she would let me go?

"Madam... I heard that this fight is not simple." Evelyne asked softly, but the empty voice seemed not to be talking about her own affairs.

"Of course, Evelyne, of course." Marles took a step and sat on the seat next to her, crossed her legs to reveal her snow-white skin, and chuckled...

"This night of revelation is extremely complicated, but the ultimate protagonists are always me and Victor - or rather, you and his concubine."

When talking about her old lover and his current partner, there was no hint of unhappiness in Marles' tone.

But everyone knows that if Marles suppresses Victor...how will she treat this ex-boyfriend who ruthlessly exiled her.

"You are the star of this show. You should be charming and seductive, my Evelyne, my little bird."

Marlas gently lifted Evelene's chin with her fan, looked at her charming face, and giggled...

"Have more confidence, girl. You are much more charming than Victor's pet. Has anyone ever told you that? There is a dangerous and intoxicating feeling about you."

"I'm a killer. I'm no longer a dancer, and I don't need to pursue the feeling of being obsessed."

Evelyne moved her chin uncomfortably, looked at Marlas in front of her, and said with annoyance...

She is undoubtedly a cunning villain, a Dark Eldar who is good at politics.

But what Evelyne hates most are these twists and turns...so after the Night of Revelation, she will probably leave Maleth.

But as for where she would go, Evelyne was not sure. Perhaps she would return to Bietan, to the homeland that had given birth to her and that needed her now.

Of course, all this had to be based on the possibility that Evelyne might survive - and in fact, she probably didn't think she had much chance of surviving the Night of Revelation.

Because she had heard that the protagonists of that fight were not just her and Lilith...

"So what, do you want to quit because of this? Evelyne, as long as you say it, I will agree to it."

Marlas smiled gently, and the words she spoke were so sweet and sincere.

Evelene had no doubt that Maras would keep her promise...but would she really, could she really back out on this occasion?

No, of course not, absolutely not!

Evelyne can no longer stop. Facing difficulties and opportunities on the road of constantly pursuing the meaning of life, she will never escape or take a detour.

Because even if she can get through this road safely in this way, she will definitely regret it in the future, and will be entangled. She will painfully think whether she should take this path to resolve the emptiness in her heart.

"No, I will do my best." Evelyne whispered

"Such a good girl of mine."

Marlas smiled and stroked Evelyne's cheek, just like she was stroking her little pet. Then, she stood up and left.

Just after she walked out of the corridor, she paused and smiled sinisterly and happily at the shadow behind her...

"You heard it, but it wasn't me who stopped her from leaving."

There was no answer, but a figure walked out of the darkness, a nightmare.

He wears red armor that is completely different from other nightmares. Various parts of the armor are covered with carvings of many different faces, which is weird and gorgeous.

He is a nightmare, and not just an ordinary nightmare. He is a new bishop who has just become the new authority of the Nightmare Shrine, and at the same time, he is also a collaborator of Marlas.

There is no need to sign a contract, and this guy will not be loyal to me. But sometimes, cooperation does not necessarily require so-called sincerity and alliance.

"Then let me take Evelyne away!"

The Nightmare Bishop "Thousand Faces" said in a decisive and cold voice

38. The Troupe Arrives

"Dreams and desires are like entangled spider silk. When the desire to prove yourself emerges in your heart... the spider silk spitted out by desire has already entangled your freedom."

Marlas gently waved her folding fan and answered Qianmian's proposal in the Eldar's usual Riddler dialogue style.

Evelyne will never leave Comoros, never.

Because she was an empty girl, the hole in her heart was so huge, and what could fill it - she knew nothing.

There was also a hole in Marlas' heart, but she knew exactly how to fill it.