I am the magnetic field maniac

But like Evelyne, her emptiness lies in the fact that she simply doesn't know how to fill it.

Such nothingness is tragic, which means that she will either become a pale walking corpse in the future or find her own destiny.

"You arranged the fight, and you used her."

Qianmian's cold and hoarse voice came through the crimson helmet...but it didn't sound like he had any good feelings towards Marles at all.

"Yes, I used Evelyne, but I also saved Evelyne. It's reasonable to exchange life for life." Marlas maintained the clown mask-like smile and continued...

"What's more, I, the Thousand-Faced Bishop, am the one who most hopes that Evelyne can win, and I also don't want her to encounter any accidents, so of course we can cooperate."

"But if there is only one Lilith, we can still restrict her, but the variables...we can't control them."

At this point, Marles narrowed her eyes and said thoughtfully...

"That girl who once offered me everything for a small chance, Selene. Her ape gladiator is very special."

"To be honest, I don't even think he's an ape - even though they have the same appearance, but that special ability and strength... Compared to Lilith Heslapekos, I'm more worried about him..."

"It's just a monkey after all." Qianmian said coldly

"Even if he has a chance to win, he cannot allow himself to win. The ritual of the Night of Revelation is sacred and inviolable... Neither Victor nor the Witch Spirit Cult will allow an outsider to achieve the final victory."

"Besides, he is not an Eldar, and he will not be protected by Khaine's laws during the Night of Revelation."

"Yes, Red Hand Kane will not protect him." Marles showed an inexplicable smile

"But before that, he is always a variable... The most troublesome thing about the Thousand-Faced Bishop is not this weird ape, but His Excellency Lakas who wants to join on a whim, and... Drazar."

Marles' words made Qianmian silent. He was not familiar with the former... because although he was the Nightmare Bishop, he had not been in Comoros for a long time.

But the latter, even though he had only been ordained bishop for a short time, still remembered him clearly.

Drazar spends most of his time inside the Nightmare Shrine, worshipping Kane and never meddling in any Comorian politics. As a result, he is respected and feared by everyone.

He was very strong, there was no doubt about that. Although Qianmian had only met Drazar once, at the bishop succession ceremony... the overwhelming pressure still made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe Drazar is really an ancient Phoenix Lord...but his strength is already beyond the level in the whole of Comoros.

Thousand Faces even felt that Drazal had the power to contend with those human Primarchs - after all, the leader of the Mandraks lurking deep in the Webway, "The Beheader" Gela Draka, who had been defeated by him once...had almost chopped off the head of the human Primarch Vulkan on Nocturne.

But no matter which one it was, Qianmian didn't think Evelyne could survive from his hands.

One encounter, or perhaps even less, and the little girl's head would be completely chopped off.

But the core of this problem is not how Evelene fights Drazal...

But why did the Nightmare Bishop, who had almost never participated in any Dark Eldar political activities, end up like this?

Did Victor hire him? Or is there something else going on?

"I will investigate..." Qianmian said in a low voice.

"But Marlas, in the name of Cain, I want you to prepare a retreat for Evelyne. I don't know those Haemonculi, but you must provide her with adequate insurance."

"If there is any necessary price, I can pay for her. But I want the most reliable Blood Orc, understand?!"

"Hehe, our Thousand-Faced Bishop is so infatuated..."

Marlas smiled charmingly, covering her mouth with the fan, but underneath was a playful smile...

"But it's a pity that Evelyne doesn't like you as a teacher, hahaha..."

"Enough!" Qianmian said coldly

"There is no longer enough time, Maras. The night of revelation is three days from now. If anything happens to Evelyne, believe me, you will not have an easy time either!"

After saying that, Qianmian retreated into the shadow behind him. Marles smiled as she watched Qianmian's voice blend into the darkness, then she stepped into the next section of shadow.

And here, someone has been waiting for her for a long time.

There were undulating shadows, soft veils, and all around there were wonderful music and tones.

Sad and happy, changeable and mixed, and at the same time in the shadows there are many fluctuating and blurred figures, coming along with music and dance at a speed that human vision cannot capture.

It was a play, a performance, a stage show that only the Eldar could enjoy.

A red chair appeared behind Marles at some point. She didn't seem surprised by the abrupt start of the performance and sat down with a smile.

As these shadowy figures danced, the low chanting in the ancient spirit language also echoed in this empty and dark corridor...

Come, a long expedition is calling us.

Laughter is accompanied by annihilation, the blade contains mockery, step on the path of jokes and let all the joy go to the path we desire.

A destruction will come, and a new life will begin.

Join us as we embark on this grand joke, accompanied by the passage of galactic raindrops and into the veiled path of fire.

Life will come with that day

Death will also be born on that day

The final act before the silence is about to begin. Join our dance. Lana D'Andra's horrific prophecy is about to come true. New chaos will befall this sad world.

The dark corridor seemed to have become a small theater, echoing the drama performed by the Eldar called Harlequins.

Maras watched all this happen with a smile, and what was very interesting was that this was a brand new drama.

For the Harlequin Troupe, "performance" itself is not the same as entertainment. It is to please their gods. They are also the worshippers of the only surviving Eldar god, the God of Laughter, Silegol. It is also their way of predicting the future and exploring the road.

Generally speaking, when a clown troupe comes to perform somewhere, it means that something big is bound to happen there.

They may be good or bad, but clowns are always willing to help their compatriots.

They follow the orders of the Laughing God, travel to every corner of the universe, and help the Eldar move towards a better future with mockery and joking attitudes.

But their behavior is so incomprehensible, just like their obscure code words.

"Interesting..." Maras smiled softly. She looked at the role played by an actress (Trouper) wearing a golden morning star dress and a girl's mask. The role was very special... This role had not appeared in the clowns' repertoires for a long, long time.

Because she plays the role of the Eternal Queen.

When the Ancient Elven Empire was still prosperous, there were two supreme beings who ruled the empire - the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen.

In the beginning, the Eldar who wanted to become the Phoenix King had to undergo the trial of the Fire of Asuryan. Only the Eldar who crossed the sea of ​​fire with a fearless and powerful spirit were qualified to be reshaped by the power of Asuryan and become the great Phoenix King.

Of course, this tradition was abandoned after the Eldar defeated the cosmic enemy and became the most powerful race in the galaxy.

It has been unknown how long ago that every generation of Phoenix King would go through this trial by cheating.

Of course, it was after the cheating began that Asuryan, who had hardly communicated with the Eldar, almost completely cut off contact with them.

And if the Phoenix King symbolizes the royal power of the Eldar Empire, then the Everqueen symbolizes their divine power!

Unlike the Phoenix King, every Everqueen must receive the blessing of the Great Mother, the Goddess of Life, the Mother Goddess of the Eldar, Isha. It is even said that every Everqueen is Isha's child.

The Harlequin's troupe almost never performs plays about the Everqueen, not out of disrespect, but because even the God of Laughter cannot choreograph a play about Isa while his mother is still "alive".

But now, a different drama is being performed in front of Maras, and does this mean...

"Captain of the troupe, what kind of play will be performed next in the Comoros?"

As Marlas spoke, a figure stood beside her that seemed to be there.

The wearer's pale, vampire-like mocking mask, with his scarlet sideburns and fancy windbreaker, looks like a big clown.

There is no doubt that he is the leader of this clown troupe, the troupe leader who is responsible for playing the leading role in all the repertoires.

They are like the brains of the troupe, deciding the purpose of the next performance and explaining the meaning of the next codeword.

In the Harlequins' never-ending repertoire, they are responsible for playing the protagonists in the story or even the God of Laughter himself, to thwart the enemies and even the conspiracy of Slaanesh.

But this is not just talk, it is extremely dangerous behavior.

Just like the "solo actor" responsible for playing Slaanesh, the performance of every troupe leader is destined to expose them to the eyes of the great enemy.

"One destruction, one rebirth." The troupe leader spoke in a vague voice like a codeword that was like an obscure stage line.

"The dance of life and death, everything becomes a terrible joke. Destruction brings opportunity, chaos brings change, rising stairs and falling towers."

Marlas curled her lips. Although she still had that fake smile on her face, she was cursing in her heart...

Throughout the galaxy, the Eldar have always been famous for their love of speaking in riddles instead of human language...but among them, these clowns are the ones who are least able to speak human language.

Not to mention making other races understand their language, many times even the elves themselves cannot decipher their secret language.

"We are here in compliance with orders."

The troupe leader chose to abandon the code words and communicate with Marlas, a "vulgar person", in a simpler way.

"We, the Endless Dance Troupe, accepted the invitation from the Blade, but we do not intend to listen to the words of the prophet. However, the Frost Star Troupe has accepted the invitation and has now cooperated with the Overlord of Nether City."

"Victor?" Marles frowned slightly. The presence of her old lover disgusted the cunning Marles... Because they were too familiar with each other, she knew that the conspiracy planned by Victor would never be weaker than her own.

The Frost Star Troupe that Victor met was a prominent one among many clown troupes.

It's not that the troupe is so big, but that Frost and Star is known for its blatant racism.

In some ways, the members of the Froststar Troupe strive to be a force for good.

Strive to inspire and encourage their fellow Eldar and follow the steps towards the ultimate goal.

Yet their encouragement and inspiration are reserved for those they favor, and their mirth soon becomes cruel and vicious.

Even among the harlequin troupe, the members of the Frost and Star Troupe have an irrepressible sense of humor.

But they care only about the eventual resurrection of the Eldar, and they view every other species in the galaxy as useless pests.

Their shockingly brutal pranks have more than once caused serious and horrific harm.

It seems clear what these extremely racist guys would do when they get together with Victor...

"It seems that Victor is also feeling uneasy about a foreign slave with special powers..." Marles chuckled, with a vicious light flashing in her eyes...

"Comoros is really strong. We have provoked all the races in the galaxy and they can't do anything to us. Comoros is also really weak. Five hundred ape Astartes can burn this place to the ground."

Victor is the ruler, and he has a natural aversion to anything in Comoros that could threaten his stable position.

He wanted to get rid of that weird ape gladiator, but he didn't want to upset Lacas - so he just let the clown troupe act as his pawns.

The troupe leader did not say anything. In fact, by the time they conveyed their thoughts, the clown troupe had already left here quietly.

Only Marlas was left. She looked at the distorted crystal mirrors on both sides of the corridor and her own face reflected in them. The corners of her mouth curved into an exaggerated arc, and she laughed uncontrollably...

“Hahahahaha…”

The drawn-out laughter blended into the eternal night of Comoros like a night owl.

39. Change is a good thing

There is only one day left until the night of revelation.

Bai Qianshuang's sense of time inevitably became a little fuzzy and dull in Comoros. He looked at Guo Zhen in front of him, squinted his eyes and said...

"Are you really completely stupid? Or are you trying to deceive me in some other way now?"

Guo Zhen did not answer. This Space Marine, whose frontal lobe was severely injured by the removal of the Butcher's Nails, simply raised his left hand in a slightly mechanical manner.

This represents negation, and what Guo Zhen's slow movements express is that everything will turn around tomorrow, and changes will definitely occur tomorrow.

The modified body of a Space Marine is much stronger than that of a mortal. Even though the frontal lobe of his brain was almost completely destroyed, coupled with a series of traumas to his brain caused by the Butcher's Nails, Guo Zhen was still able to maintain partial communication and basic combat capabilities.

However, speaking and logical thinking were completely impossible. Even if Bai Qianshuang used the power of magnetic field to read Guo Zhen's mind, she could only read the intermittent and unconnected thoughts in his mind, not to mention going deeper into his brain and thinking to read the truth in his heart.

Tomorrow, the Comoros will suffer an unprecedented attack.

And at that time, they will have the opportunity to leave Comoros and return to the physical universe.

Bai Qianshuang curled her lips. He had been saying this since she met Guo Zhen...but as to whether he could really do it, Bai Qianshuang always remained cautious.

But there is nothing to deny. Besides, as long as everything can change, there will always be a chance.

"Do you really believe him?"

A deep voice sounded in the cell. Bai Qianshuang raised her head and saw the Dark Angel's priest staring at her. He said in a deep voice...

"Balses - well, you guys have really hard to pronounce names." Bai Qianshuang complained about the names of these Astartes, then shrugged...

"Does it matter whether I should believe him or not? I only care that he will bring about changes, but as to whether the changes are good or not - at least he has changed, hasn't he?"

The dark angels were silent, and the wild wolves, who were completely unable to sleep and preparing for tomorrow's fight and possible changes, also couldn't sleep.

It is natural that they would question Guo Zhen's identity.

A veteran who claimed to be the White Scars from ten thousand years ago, followed the then Primarch Jagatai Khan into the Warp to hunt down the Dark Eldar, and was captured to Comoros by chance.