I am the magnetic field maniac

Anyway, Blood Shark doesn't care about these things, he just wants to have fun...

At the same time, the purpose of training future opponents who can fight with themselves is to happily create people with this talent and ability for the Eldar.

Evelyne, Thousand Faces, Lilith and many other elves who could achieve something on the path of Taoism have obtained this power and mastered it. Despite the high probability of violent death from practicing this power, countless elves still continue to want to learn it.

Blood Shark's attitude of accepting everyone, his identity as Cain's chosen one, and his exaggerated magnetic field power have already created a strange belief among some Eldar.

This group of Eldar who mastered the power of the magnetic field built a brand new magnetic field shrine... and worshipped the "great magnetic field rotation" day and night while practicing...

But no matter what, Blood Shark has gained a very high reputation within the Eldar just by himself.

His overwhelming strength, his status as God's chosen one, and his generosity in sharing his power have made most of the Eldar accept his identity as a war lord, even though he is a human.

"And Jain Zar, aren't you also trying to master this dangerous power?"

Facing Eldrad's half-smile, Jainzal's tone was a little off. She did have control over this dangerous power that belonged to the enemy.

However, the Phoenix Lord, who still believed in Asuryan, always had a distrustful and even rejecting attitude towards this power.

But now the version has been updated! If she doesn't keep up with the version to gain magnetic field power, let alone Phoenix Lord... What should she do if she can't even beat a magnetic field warrior in the future?

Such anxiety also surrounds the Phoenix Lord. It can only be said that when the entire wind direction begins to inevitably roll up, it is no longer up to you to decide whether to practice this kind of power or not.

All I can say is, it’s rolled up, it’s all fucking rolled up!

"And there is no reproductive isolation problem between our Majesty and my people." Eldrad continued.

"In the most helpless situation, we also have a way to renew the bloodline gifted by Isha... If you really care so much about orthodoxy, then at worst we can just use more blood to dilute it."

"In short, Lord Phoenix, I think rebuilding the empire will do us all good at this moment. We need to gather enough strength to deal with future crises. Maybe we are destined to be unable to unite, but it is better to unite than to be scattered."

"That's as you wish. Samhan Ark World will assist you in rebuilding and send people to Comoros."

After a long silence, Jain Zar finally spoke up and said gloomily...

"Then you must remember to attend tomorrow's royal court meeting, Phoenix Lord." Eldrad looked at the proud Phoenix Lord and smiled happily, his eyes flashing with cunning light under his helmet...

"You don't want the future Eternal Court to be filled with insects like Marlas."

Jain Zal turned away irritably, but she had already begun to screen those loyal and brave people who were good at politics in her own Ark World.

Although she still did not acknowledge the existence of the fake king, as Drazal said...if she was destined to join this system, she must strive to gain enough voice and power for Samhan.

The most important thing is that the royal court must not be occupied by those indulgent cousins!

After all, even if they couldn't find the next legitimate Eternal Queen, they might have to vaccinate the current "Majesty"...

And if the next generation of Everqueen is surrounded by a group of Dark Eldar...

Thinking of that scene, Jain Zar immediately quickened his pace! !

No! How can we build a good empire with those insects?

Quack!! We must prepare early!!

79. Make elders Great Again!

In the deepest part of the Haemorrcs Society, in Lakas's secret laboratory...

A group of Dark Eldar gathered here. They anxiously surrounded the laboratory, but no one dared to step inside.

The only one allowed into the Grand Master's flesh laboratory was a powerful figure who has now disappeared in the rebuilt Commorragh. He wore SoulTrap armor with a large number of wailing souls bound to his body, and held a slender exhaustion blade in his hand.

Of course, he is a big shot, or he used to be - the second-in-command of his Black Heart Conspiracy, the highest-ranking Archon, and also Victor's most trusted deputy, the soul hunter Valosian Seselak.

It can be said that he and the Black Heart Conspiracy were completely absent from the disaster and war in Comoros.

After watching the Overlord being killed by that monkey, the current Eternal King...

He followed the Overlord's previous orders and hid in the Shadow Hub with the Black Heart Conspiracy Group.

This allowed them to preserve most of their strength, but also made it impossible for them to be loyal to the new regime in the first place!

But even if they could pledge allegiance, these dark elves would not dare to do so.

"Grandmaster, we can revive the Overlord, right?"

Valosian looked at the terrifying Grandmaster in front of him and asked humbly in a tone of suppressed fear. But Lakas just glanced at him sideways and said with a hint of malice...

"Looking at your appearance, people would think you are very loyal. Aren't you just afraid that the bomb that Victor planted in your body will explode?"

Valosian said nothing. Of course that was the case. These people had no loyalty to Victor at all.

Victor also understood this, so he left backup plans for these "loyal" subordinates to ensure that they would not rebel.

Otherwise, these cunning guys would probably switch to another more valuable target on the first day that Comoros rebuilt its empire.

Lakas ignored these little things. All the materials needed for the resurrection ceremony were already placed in front of the grand master.

Thousands of perfect corpses and the pain crystals used to bind souls were placed on countless operating tables...

As the torture machines operated, these living corpses continued to release pure pain.

And right in the center, there was a pool of blood in the sarcophagus.

This is the last bit of the body of the Overlord of Youdu left in this world.

If it were any other Haemonchi, they would probably not be able to perform the resurrection ritual with such limited materials.

But Lacas, he can definitely do that!

He even prepared a method to make Victor even more powerful!

The pure feelings of the people tortured by pain converged into the sarcophagus along with the omnipresent crystals of severe pain...

Under Lakas' precise control, these dark energies quickly reshaped the Overlord's body template from scratch.

Then, under the precise control of Lacas' forty fingers, the tubes were accurately inserted into every part of these perfect corpses.

From the corresponding parts of the body, these tubes extracted their most essential blood, turning them into shriveled corpses in an instant, becoming samples for nourishing Victor's physical rebirth.

But if it was just about resurrecting Victor, it would be too unchallenging for Lacas!

He had given up on Victor before, and now Lakas also has his own purpose in resurrecting him.

But no matter what, the Victor of the past has little value to Lacas.

So, Lakas slowly took out a transparent glass bottle from his waist, and inside it was a drop of rich plasma.

He aimed at Victor in the sarcophagus and slowly poured the blood plasma. Soon, when Victor's bones, flesh, and skin were all regenerated, the naked Overlord sat up in the blood and revealed a false and pale smile...

"A perfect rebirth, Grandmaster, thank you so much - quack!"

An indescribable pain spread from Victor's body, and the piercing pain made Victor roar. Before he could ask, Lacas said slowly...

"Victor, although I am happy to let you be reborn to make the current situation more lively, the original you is too fragile."

“In the future, learning how to rotate the magnetic field may not necessarily make you the strongest, but the strong must master this power.

But Victor, your soul is too pale. If you really want to train this power from scratch, it will take too long and be too dangerous. "

"So I took a drop of blood from him that didn't have his soul mark and injected it into your body. Victor, you will get the seed of this power, but how to master it is up to you to work hard on your own."

It was a very generous remark. If Victor hadn't known Lacas's character so well, he might have been moved.

He kept roaring and screaming, but the pain would not disappear out of thin air, and as Victor's thoughts faded, he was completely shattered!

Valosian's face changed, but he certainly didn't dare to draw his knife - being controlled by Victor would mean death at most, but disrespecting Lacas would definitely be worse than death!

But fortunately, the next moment, the flowing pain and blood quickly reshaped Victor's body.

The roar of the Youdu Overlord had not stopped yet, but he was finally able to speak.

"Why!! Lacas, have you betrayed me?"

"I have never betrayed anyone, because I will never be loyal to anyone." The corners of Lakas's stitched mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at the painful Victor with sarcasm...

"You don't have to threaten me, Victor. If you really want to give up and want to sleep forever, I can help you now. But if you want to live and want to regain power, you have to learn to adapt..."

Adapt to this pain? Adapt to this power? Or adapt to this Comoros that is no longer yours?

The Overlord of Youdu didn't know that the rampant magnetic field force once again shattered his complete body.

After his third rebirth, Victor realized that he could not rely on anyone.

Ten thousand years had passed, and nearly ten thousand years had passed since he sat on the throne. Victor seemed to have not experienced this kind of situation of being alone and absolutely helpless for a long time.

But he is definitely not a waste, nor is he a fat pig who has been sitting in a high position for too long and is unable to even move!

He is Asrubail Victor, the Black-Hearted King, the Overlord of Hell! He rose from obscurity to become the ruler of Comoros as a slave. His will and soul are beyond doubt!!

"Hey!"

After his third rebirth, Victor successfully mastered the rampant magnetic field power in his body!

But the price he paid was that the surging electric arcs burned his entire body to a crisp!

But Victor didn't care. He roared and wanted to kill Lakas who betrayed him!

But when his hand reached out to grab the grandmaster's head, he suddenly stopped.

He lowered his hands and said in a very hoarse voice...

"Bring me my clothes."

Valosian did not dare to delay and immediately brought him Victor's original equipment.

But when the armor and scepter were put on, Victor's body suddenly arced with electricity, and then the armor was reshaped into another shape.

The gorgeous Archon Armor was transformed into a gorgeous black and gold armor as the matter was reorganized, fitting every part of his body... A golden mask replaced the helmet to cover his charred face.

"I can actually restore yours." Lakas said with interest.

"unnecessary."

Victor's voice was like a knife scraping against a window. He looked at himself in the mirror and continued in that unpleasant voice...

"In the future, there will be no need for the conspirator Victor. He is dead, completely dead..."

"A new ruler will rise from the Black Heart Cabal, one who will buy his place in the Imperium through violence...power and loyalty to the Everlasting Court!"

Victor saw it clearly, and even as soon as he woke up, he had already planned countless conspiracies to regain power.

But the moment the magnetic field force flowed through his blood vessels, the severe pain made Victor understand.

The intrigues and political abilities that have grown over the past ten thousand years will be of no use in the future. In the long future...if he wants to seize more status, he will need powerful strength!

Conspiracy is no longer an important blade, but only a relief to decorate the blade.

Despicable means can be used as poison to smear on the body, but they can never be the only means.

"Everyone will know you are Victor." Lakas grinned.

"Yes, everyone knows it." Victor sneered

"But would our Eternal King care?"

The answer is no - neither Bai Qianshuang nor Blood Shark are the kind of people who would care about such trivial matters... For Bai Qianshuang, the matter of killing Victor who had plotted against him once was considered settled... He was too lazy to pursue the matter and did not have the determination to grind Victor to ashes.

He even needed Victor very much, as too many places in Comoros were controlled by the black-hearted conspiracy.

Whether it is technology or anything else, Victor's existence is extremely important to him.

But for everyone's sake, Asrubail Victor must die, and the former ruler of Comoros must perish!

So, he needed a new name, and the Black Heart Conspiracy needed a new leader.

"You finally got it." Lakas looked at the vicious Victor with appreciation and chuckled...

"When you were always so lost in conspiracy and intrigue, I really thought about giving up on you forever. But it's good, you are still the Victor I know, and you still have the qualifications to rise again."

"Are you still my friend?"

"Of course, Overlord, of course!" Lakas laughed.

"Then let me give you a new name, just like when we first met - so from this day on, your name will be Malekith."

"Malekith..." Lakas chewed on this new name that belonged to him. Of course, he also knew the origin of this name.

This is the name of the last Phoenix King, the last of a noble bloodline, one that tried to save the Empire at the end of the Great Fall, but ultimately could not prevent its demise.

He represents failure, but perhaps also represents a kind of hope and recognition for him.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hehehe!"

Victor - no, Malekith burst into uncontrollable laughter, because he had a new goal in his heart!