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Chapter 348 The Eldar Prophet

As an Adaring who practices the path of the prophets, Valis Mohr has always felt a deep sadness about the fate of her people.

For the Eldar, since the fall of the former Eldar Empire and the death of all the gods they worshipped, the fate of the Eldar race had already been sealed.

All the souls of the Eldar have come to the possession of the Dark Prince, and once they die, their souls will be devoured by him.

Because of the debauchery and decadence of the Eldar Empire, most Eldar would have their souls directly absorbed by the Dark Prince if they were not protected or protected while alive.

This is most clearly demonstrated by the Dark Eldar who occupy the Comoros.

This branch of the Aidaling tribe considers themselves the most legitimate successors of the Ancient Aidaling Empire. They have inherited the lifestyle of the ancient Aidaling tribe in its entirety, becoming corrupt and decadent, and even going so far as to become even worse.

The original Eldar simply lived a life of unrestrained indulgence and pleasure, but these Dark Eldar have developed it into a form of torment for other species.

They need to inflict endless pain on the souls of other species in this way, and they can protect their own souls by absorbing these emotions, using them to compensate for the damage caused to their own souls by being drained by the Dark Prince.

This is why the Comoros have so many arenas, and why the Dark Eldar capture slaves all over the galaxy.

They needed to fill the arena with these slaves, and then draw emotion and the souls of the sacrificed slaves from their duels and killings to fill their own souls.

This practice has also made the Dark Eldar infamous throughout the galaxy.

Furthermore, the fact that other races simply cannot distinguish between the Dark Eldar and the Ark Eldar has also contributed to the Ark Eldar's tarnished reputation.

Whenever she thought of these things, Valise Moore felt waves of sorrow welling up inside her, but the path followed by the Eldar of the Ark required her to control her emotions. Whether it was sadness, pain, joy, or happiness, no emotion could cause strong emotional fluctuations.

Only in this way could the Eldar of the Ark find a glimmer of hope in this cursed galaxy and make the Slaanesh's hungry gaze slightly shift away from them.

However, even with such careful survival, the souls of the Eldar are like candles flickering in a storm, easily snatched away by the invisible tentacles of the Dark Prince and become a delicacy in His eternal feast.

Fortunately, during the golden age before the Eldar Empire fell into corruption, the Eldar gods granted them a final refuge—Soulstone technology.

These crystal-clear gems can hold the souls of the Eldar, becoming their final refuge after death.

When an Eldar warrior dies in battle, his soul will not immediately fall into the jaws of the Slaanesh, provided his Soulstone is not destroyed.

But this is ultimately just a stopgap measure.

The souls within the Soul Stones must be returned to the Ark World as soon as possible and guided through an ancient ritual into the Endless Circuit—the network of spirit bones that permeates the Ark World—in order to find true peace.

Although occasionally some soul stones are placed on the resurrection machines of the underworld, allowing those heroic spirits who still have the strength to fight for their people, the vast majority of souls are eventually carefully placed deep within the endless circuit.

This is their last line of defense, and the hope for the continuation of their entire race.

Vallis had read in the ancient temple texts that in the time before the Eldar gods fell, the souls of the dead could peacefully return to the Sea of ​​Souls, awaiting reincarnation.

Back then, the Sea of ​​Souls had not yet degenerated into the hell it is today, filled with slaughter, conspiracy, and decay.

Under the protection of the gods, the souls of the Eldar are able to enjoy eternal peace.

However, this eternal guarantee fostered arrogance and decadence in the entire race. The Elven race gradually lost its reverence for life and death. The once-renowned Elven Empire, though praised as a model of civilization, became suffocatingly dull due to its excessive perfection—no suffering, no conflict, only an eternal, maddening peace.

The Eldar frantically extended their lifespans, yearning to outlive even the stars, yet they suffered from the torment of boredom in their eternal existence.

Gradually, they began to indulge in the pursuit of extreme sensory stimulation: what started as ordinary basketball games had evolved into rules that "one point is awarded for shooting with limbs cut off, two points for shooting with the head cut off, and three points are awarded if violence is committed before decapitation."

Since they won't actually die anyway, they'll naturally seek pleasure to the fullest extent possible.

When other races say "play to death," it might be an exaggeration, but for the Ancient Spirits, it's literally what they mean—they can indeed toy with people to death and then easily resurrect them.

To this day, the blood entertainers of Comoros still possess this skill.

However, with the warp no longer safe, the art of resurrection has become severely restricted.

Vallis originally thought that this was the fate of the Eldar. In the future, all Eldar might be devoured by the Dark Prince, and then the Eldar Death God would be born from the corpse of the last Eldar to kill the Dark Prince and complete his revenge.

But an unexpected revelation changed everything.

In her meditation, Vallis glimpsed a new prophecy—the “Great One” whom humanity worships has found the fulcrum to leverage destiny.

His actions were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples on the tapestry of fate. They not only rewrote the trajectory of humanity but also shook the chaotic order of things, and even... brought a glimmer of hope to the Eldar.

On this rewritten path of destiny, the future becomes chaotic and unpredictable.

But Varis saw in this an unprecedented possibility: the Eldar might be able to break free from Slaanesh's eternal hunger and escape their fate of being gradually devoured by the Dark Prince.

Although the hope is slim, this is an opportunity that has never been seen before.

Therefore, she resolutely abandoned the path of the howling banshee and instead embarked on the path of the prophet.

She traversed the web, crossed star systems, and finally arrived at the prophesied land—where she met a human who astonished her.

The Eldar have always been arrogant towards humans.

After all, when humanity's ancestors were still primitive creatures huddled in caves, the Eldar's Ark world was already navigating among the stars.

The ancient Eldar prophet foretold humanity's dual potential: either to become the catalyst for chaos sweeping across the galaxy, or to become the key to combating darkness.

Ultimately, the Ancient Spirits chose to let humanity develop on its own—and throughout the long years, humanity remained nothing more than uncivilized "monkeys" in the eyes of the Spirits.

But the person in front of me is completely different.

Vallis stared at him, her pupils slightly contracting—she saw the mark of the “Great One” in him.

The light was as brilliant as a star, yet it was also icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

It is neither a blessing nor a curse, but a transcendent existence...

(End of this chapter)