Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"Colin, what is that?" Tuleya was a little scared.

"I don't know, but maybe it really is the legendary alien life." Colin lowered his voice, fearing to disturb the ball of light. "You stay here, I'll go down and take a look."

Colin searched for a suitable downhill path along the edge of the crater, but just as he was about to go down the crater, a cold metallic light suddenly hit his carotid artery.

"Monkey, that thing is not something you can touch." The man looked down at him condescendingly.

Colin was sweating all over. His wife and Suleks were each held hostage by a slender man with pointed ears, and there were more men with pointed ears standing outside the crater.

Who are they and where do they come from?

"Rodrick, don't dawdle. The prophet's order is for us to bring it back intact!"

"What about the monkeys?" Colin heard his captor ask.

"Kill him and leave no witnesses."

Before the man's order was delivered, blood had already stained Colin's clothes like ink. He raised his hand in a daze, and his fingertips touched the sticky warmth on his cheek.

Dozens of elegant female pointy-eared people entered the battlefield like ghosts. Their movements were as precise as machines. Every flash of cold light was accompanied by blood blooming from their throats. They slaughtered these male pointy-eared people with an efficiency far beyond Colin's expectations.

Is this an internal conflict?

Colin was dazed and had no idea what was happening.

"You, you?" The last survivor pressed his back against the wall, his pupils trembling violently. "This is impossible! How could you have escaped? You should have died long ago!"

The female with pointed ears walked towards the man as if strolling in the garden, and easily cut his throat amidst his hysterical roar.

"That's not something you can touch." The woman with pointed ears had a voice as ethereal and pleasant as a crystal wind chime, and blood was dripping from her fingers.

Colin stood there in confusion. Were they saved? Or were they going to die again?

The pointed-eared woman didn't even glance at Colin, but squinted at him and said, "Leave, mortal."

Chapter 145 Your Mom Calls You Home for Dinner (5K)

Eldrad Uslan slumped in his chair, exhaustion washing over him like a tide.

His private room is located in a corner of the Craft World. Although the furnishings are simple, it isolates him from the disturbances of the outside world.

He was wearing only a black light cloth robe instead of armor or robes, and even his wizard sword was abandoned in the storage box.

His path had nearly drained him dry and even started to eat away at the very fabric of his soul.

But he kept telling himself: It's worth it.

Had he not foreseen the catastrophe of the Eldar's fall and done his utmost to warn as many of his kind as possible, none of his people would have been spared.

With his efforts, tens of thousands of Ark Worlds were urgently put into construction, and countless sunken tribesmen were awakened by him, trying to escape from the land that was about to overturn.

But it's too late, too late!

They failed to complete the construction of the ark before the birth of the youngest goddess, and only a few of them escaped.

Precisely because it is too late, they must seize the future.

Eldrad slowly closed his eyes, allowing the picture of the future to slowly unfold in the darkness.

He silently watched the threads of fate intertwining and unraveling before his eyes, but he was just a tiny passer-by and observer in the long river of time, catching a glimpse of fragments but unable to interfere.

"I have foreseen it." Eldrad murmured softly.

His face was shrouded in shadow, and a rare hesitation appeared between his brows.

"Ness, go find Lanseril and convene a meeting of prophets immediately!"

The black-armored guard standing outside the door nodded silently, then disappeared at the end of the corridor like a ghost.

Eldrad slowly stood up, his right hand tightly gripping a staff carved from blue spirit bone. The staff was crystal clear and inlaid with a soul stone.

A corner of fate has been revealed to him, revealing its hideous trajectory.

The chess game has already been laid out. Even if he cannot become the player who plays the chess himself, he must not become a pawn at the mercy of others.

Eldrad pushed open the heavy coffin door and stepped into the dark meeting room of the Council of Prophets.

In the small room, a crystal window inlaid with runes shone a faint light, and outside the window was an eternally surging chaos storm.

The Usvi Ark was like a lone boat, wandering on the edge of the blood-red vortex of the Eye of Terror.

Compared to their compatriots who were annihilated in the Fall of the Eldar before they even set out, they were considered lucky, but this luck was so cruel.

In order to save as many of their compatriots as possible, they set out too late.

The scream of the birth of the youngest goddess tore the real universe apart, tearing a scar between the stars that would never heal. Humans called it the Eye of Terror.

Now, the Ark of Ulthvi was firmly trapped by the gravitational pull of the Eye of Terror, like a moth caught in a spider web.

They are forced to run a desperate orbit along the edge of the Eye of Terror, always at risk of being sucked into it.

"What does his death have to do with me?"

"The beginning of all disasters is of great importance."

The whispers of Lanthirel and the apprentice drifted into Eldrad's ears like spider silk, and when he returned to the council chamber, the apprentice bowed to the two prophets.

Lanthriel: "Eldrad, why did you call me?"

Eldrad stood still for a moment, the soul stone on his wraithbone staff rippled with faint blue light. "Fate has revealed the future to me, but this time, I cannot choose alone."

Lanthirel looked surprised. His companion had always been decisive, but now he hesitated because of fate.

"What's the matter?"

"Primarch." Eldrad uttered the word slowly.

Lanseril's pupils shrank slightly. "Are you going to touch the taboo?"

"Destiny is guiding me."

"Fate hangs on both ends of the scale, and the unknown fog will tilt the scale!"

"That is why we must cling to every ounce of hope and let the scales tip in our favor."

"If you are wrong, your choice will plunge Uswe into an abyss of no return."

"Lanceriel, others of my kind have shown us the wrong options, and I will not make the same mistake."

"You insist on doing this?"

"I have to try."

"Then why did you call me?"

Lanseril laughed in anger. "You are the leader of the Council of Prophets. You can make your own decisions. Why bother asking me?"

"Because I am a leader, I need to listen to different voices. You are also a prophet and should understand why I make the choices I make."

Eldrad's expression was calm, and his gaze was as unfathomable as the deep abyss of stars.

Among the many paths of the Ark Eldar, the most dangerous is to know the path first.

Every step they take is like walking on thin ice. If they make a wrong decision, not only will they be destroyed, but the Ark World will also be dragged into an abyss of no return.

But if the thread of fate is revealed to you half-hidden like a whore, who can really stand idly by?

He would rather do something wrong than do nothing.

Besides, he is not like those radical compatriots who would try to fight fate with a blade.

His fellow men had proved to him that it would only lead to greater disaster.

No one knew what consensus the two prophets reached, but an elite Eldar team led by a war wizard soon received an urgent summons from the Council of Prophets.

"Prophet Eldrad." The war wizard bowed.

Roderick stood among the crowd and, along with his compatriots, paid the deepest respects to the prophet.

He stared at Eldrad's figure, his eyes burning with almost devout reverence.

This prophet saved countless Eldar lives from the catastrophe with his incredible foresight. In Roderick's mind, Eldrad is undoubtedly the greatest prophet in the history of the Eldar!

"Go here and bring him back safely." Eldrad injected a star mark into the warlock's consciousness. His soul staff rippled with faint blue as he spoke in a deep voice. "Remember, do not harm him in the slightest! If necessary, you can borrow the help of humans and bring them back as well, but they must not harm him in the slightest!"

Zhan Wu nodded solemnly, but he didn't take it to heart.

Roderick's dark mask revealed undisguised contempt.

They are the noble sons of Asuryan, why should they rely on the hands of those ignorant monkeys?

……

Roderick fell in a pool of blood, with blood flowing like a river under him.

His remaining consciousness struggled in the pool of blood, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His dilated pupils reflected the shattered bodies of his compatriots, but it was clearly the Eldar who slaughtered them.

They are not dark relatives, nor do they wear soul stones. Perhaps they are exiles.

But why did the exiles kill them?

To appear in this desolate world, they must be here for the same mission.

If that’s the case, aren’t they in the same group?

They were all elite warriors of the Usvi Ark, but now they were being defeated by their own kind. It was almost a one-sided victory, and only the war wizards could barely hold on by relying on their psychic energy.

"You, it's you? This is impossible. How could you have escaped? You should have died long ago!"

As the war wizard uttered his unfinished words, Roderick's final consciousness sank into eternal darkness.

If the Uswei Ark could recover their soul stones, perhaps they would still have a chance to escape suffering.

"Go away, mortal."

The woman's cold warning made Colin tremble all over. Without caring about anything else, he grabbed his wife's trembling wrist and hurried away.

The female Eldar leaned over silently and recovered the soul stones from the corpses of their fellow Eldar, but their purpose was not to return them to the Ark of Ulthvi.

Deep in the crater, the ball of light filled with starlight was like a cold-eyed spectator, watching this absurd farce of cannibalism with almost divine indifference.

From beginning to end, these female elves did not come into contact with the light.

They placed the blood-stained soul stones one by one on the charred ground of the crater. The placement of each soul stone was extremely precise, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ritual.

The moment each soul stone falls to the ground, it will stir up a circle of dark blue spiritual energy ripples in the void.

They had no one to preside over the ceremony or to pray.

But when all thirty-six soul stones returned to their positions, six spiritual energy tracks suddenly intertwined to form a shining hexagram array on the scorched earth.

The soul in the soul stone is like the purest sacrifice, emitting a shrill wail in the array pattern.

The female elves knelt devoutly before the array pattern, trembling all over due to a kind of soul-shaking divine pressure, as if the gaze of a great being was penetrating the veil of the real universe and lingering on them for a brief moment.

The suffocating majesty disappeared in an instant, and His gaze soon became gentle, as if He was commending their piety, or as if He was gazing at the dancing light, like a loving mother gazing at her child.

With a dazzling flash of psychic energy, all the soul stones shattered simultaneously during the sacrificial ceremony, and the crystal fragments floated in the void like stardust.

Amidst the sharp buzzing sound of space being torn apart, the flickering light suddenly disappeared, leaving only the pale traces of the hexagram array burned.

……

The light is wandering.

Through the boundless void, across the turbulent sea of ​​souls.

But he was not wandering aimlessly, there was some supreme power guiding him.

Countless malicious gazes pierced like sharp blades, they were eager to attack, but disappeared in a flash because they were already dead.

He didn't know where he was going, it was not something he could decide.

Until he met the silver-white nursery.

A baby was sleeping in the cabin, and a pair of white wings were slowly spreading on its tender back.

The light stared at him, and some twisted emotions surged in the void.

The baby's perfection made him jealous, and the wings made him crazily desire them.

At this moment, the great being whispered in his mind gently and majestically, "Do you want it? If you want it, just ask and mom will give it to you."

The great being pranked the light with its fingertips, just like a human teasing a cub.