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31. The Overlord and the Old Prophet

Comoros Black Heart Spirit Tower

Located at the very top of this dark city, shaped like an inverted pyramid, it floats directly beneath the malevolent rays of numerous black suns, and is the very center of power in the Comoros.

Every now and then, faint flares are emitted from the controlled star and fall into the Comoros, briefly illuminating the panic below.

Such flashes of light would be reflected on countless crystals in the dark city, attracting the gaze and even worship of many citizens below.

Of course, the dark elves in the wicked palace all despise the black sun above their heads.

To them, it was merely a resource to be ruthlessly exploited. These dying, malevolently glowing stars were nothing more than batteries used to power the entire city during the height of their empire.

Within this corrupt palace dwells the most elite and cunning group of people in the entire Dark Spirit Clan society... and all of them serve one person.

"Death is a delicacy, fear is fine wine, my friend, when will you understand the reason why our species is unchanging?"

Deep within the dark palace, atop that towering and terrifying throne of destruction…

A Dark Eldar wearing ancient Duruchi armor and a Blade Crown, symbolizing the rulers of the Comoros, and holding the Sceptre of the Dark City, a symbol of the Comoros rulership, recited ancient poems of the Eldar empire in a deliberate, affected tone.

He held a glass of wine that shimmered with an unsettling light, watching the projection appear before him with great interest, savoring the exquisite brew that stimulated every cell in his body… and laughed at a slave monster beside him, its body covered in marks of abuse and stitching.

"Excellent, excellent, this new bitter brew is wonderful. Timothy, could I have another glass?"

This monster, seemingly sewn into a terrifying leather bag, silently served its master a brand new drink...

As he poured the liquid, his body convulsed in a strange way, a convulsion that was an instinctive reaction to excruciating pain.

That painful liquid is a precious treasure, brewed with the precious tears of Nicasas. It imbues everything around it with a sense of pain, so that one can derive a delicious pleasure from this brew.

This is the favorite drink of the upper-class nobles of the Ancient Spirit Empire... It is said that it is served at every mating ceremony held in the court of the Eternal Queen...

They intended to use thousands upon thousands of slaves as the source of this bitter brew... using their suffering as a tool to entertain these nobles.

"It is because of your indulgence in pleasure that our race has fallen to this state. The Pleasure Cult has become a delicious meal for 'Hungry Her'... but what you do is no different from worshipping her."

Eldrad Uslan stood in the center of the hall, facing the overlord of Youdu.

But not with his physical body, but as a projection of his spirit. That is why he still looks very young, dressed in purple and gray robes, and holding a staff that looks like light.

His long, flowing hair fell over his shoulders, concealed by a golden silk ribbon.

A teardrop-shaped ruby ​​was embedded in his forehead.

His movements were effortless, almost floating under the support of his willpower.

"By the Dark Muse, Eldrad, every time we meet, do you criticize our way of life?"

Victor spoke in an exaggerated and deliberately nauseating Eldradian courtly tone, using a sarcastic and mocking manner...

"So, what bad news is our dear great prophet about to bring this time?"

"..." Eldrad took a deep breath. He loathed Victor, without a doubt...

As the Great Prophet of Usvi's Ark, the Chief of the Council of Prophets, and the strongest psychic alive among the Eldar, he loathed these vile fellow humans.

Of course, Eldrad was also well aware that their world of Usvi's Ark wasn't exactly a likable group either—

They were once sentinels of the Eldar Empire, stationed throughout the Arkworld near the Eye of Terror. As a result, they were regarded as "the cursed" by many of their fellow Arkworld members.

They possess the largest and most powerful group of psionicists in all of Eldrad's Ark worlds... The Council of Prophets, led by Eldrad, has the power to predict the future.

Having divined the future countless times in the undulating sea of ​​subspace, Eldrad is one of the most powerful prophets in this universe…

He's far more orthodox than that space necromancer prophet who likes to manually modify his own divination results.

If the warp is an undulating ocean teeming with predators, the worlds are islands floating on it, and the web is the bridge connecting them, this is the most rudimentary understanding of the warp and the web.

Using the ocean as a metaphor, his forte is looking down from a broken bridge at a sea teeming with sharks, and seeing in it the future and hope he desires.

For this reason, the Usvi Ark often carries out seemingly insignificant little orders...

But it is often these small changes that can steer the future in a direction that is more favorable to them.

Of course, as a leader in the profession of prophet, Eldrad inevitably has the flaws and problems typical of prophets.

For example, they particularly enjoy announcing deaths.

Starting with a major crisis is a common tactic used by prophets, or perhaps it's inevitable.

Because when foolish people do not value the wisdom and insights offered by prophets, they often end up suffering the calamities foretold by the prophets.

However, it is precisely because of this behavior pattern, which is seen by the Eldar as similar to that of the Riddler, that the world of Usvi's Ark is so unpopular with its people.

The old prophet Eldrad thus had a "close" relationship with Comoros... After all, Victor was happy to outsource the psionic methods that were unusable in Comoros to Usvi.

Before Eldrad could answer, Victor burst into joyful laughter...

"Hahaha, my friend, wait a minute. Hmm, my dear Lilith, how's your torment feast going? What about those foolish schemers—excuse me, I should say the brainless Oaks?

"My lord, we are skinning them."

A sweet echo came from the other side, followed by the screams of the Dark Eldar and the sound of blades slicing through skin.

"Enough!! Victor, do you even know what an emergency is?"

Eldrad, unable to contain himself any longer, roared...

“This time it’s a matter of life and death. I know that every time I predict disaster, you don’t care at all and even profit from it, but this time is different, Asrubair!”

"Alright, alright," Victor said in a very perfunctory tone, asking the waiter beside him to bring him drinks, and then smiled...

"What I'm more curious about is that you actually came to help me? That's unbelievable, aren't you the one who hates me the most?"

“I wish I could kill all of you bastards who are constantly supporting ‘her’,” Eldrad said coldly.

"But no matter what, you are still the Eldar. You can perish, but the Comoros must be under the control of the Eldar."

"Yes, yes, yes, so should I disband my conspiracy group, order us all to surrender and join your Ark world?" Victor said with an exaggerated expression.

"Then kneel before you, oh great sage Eldra, master of the White Tower of Hos, and perhaps you even wish to be crowned the Phoenix King."

"I can't see a future."

This time, Eldrad didn't get angry; instead, he said in a low voice...

“Victor, do you understand? I, and all the ancient prophets of the Infinite Corridor, all of our psychic powers are insufficient to see the future of our race in the Supreme Heaven.”

“But I can assure you, starting with your Comoros, will be the beginning of ‘change,’ Victor. Do you believe in Death, do you believe in the Seventh Path?”

“That’s just a legend, Uslan.” Victor’s smile gradually turned cold.

"You're not stupid enough to believe this, are you?"

Yes, Jena, the god of death, a deity whose birth was prophesied from the beginning of the Eldar's great fall, a deity destined to kill Slaanesh.

But no Eldar would like him, especially since the prophecy of the birth of this god of death was the death of all Eldar—even if he were awakened, what difference would it make? In the end, he would be just another evil god like "His Thirst".

In any case, Victor would never like or believe this old-fashioned fantasy story.

“I’m willing to believe that I had prepared a complete plan for the arrival of death,” Eldrad said coldly.

"But things have changed now. The storm in the heavens has begun, a blood-red storm that obscures all vision... Even the mummified corpse on the throne cannot see what the future holds."

“But Victor, I saw change just before the storm hit—starting from your corrupt city, from the arena of your corrupt city, from a certain gladiator!”

"So, what do you want me to do, cousin?" Victor grinned wickedly.

"Kill all those gladiators," Eldrad said decisively.

"All of them, I mean all of them, wipe them all out, leave no one behind!"

This was definitely a crude solution to the prophecy, but Eldrad had no choice but to do it.

Just as he said, all the prophets on the Usvi Ark were trying to find clues to the future...

But the raging, blood-red storm that swept through the land not long ago has thrown all futures into chaos.

In the turbulent ocean of the warp, even a navigator like a prophet must rely on calm and accurate judgment to find a correct and safe path amidst countless traps and undercurrents.

You never know where a seemingly safe passage will lead you, or whether it will plunge you into a treacherous undercurrent teeming with predators.

However, if a storm breaks out at sea, and the navigator sees a whirlpool that could capsize the ship before the storm, then they must do everything in their power to get off the course.

Whether it's a trap or not doesn't matter; they simply can't afford to keep going... After all, all they have left is their boat, and they have nowhere else to dock.

"Hahaha, what a bold suggestion, Eldrad," Victor said with utter sarcasm.

"Just because of one sentence from you, I'm going to break with the Witchcraft Cult, offend the Nightmare Cult, and leave all the people of Comoros without 'food'? Cousin, have you gone insane from dealing with those demons for so long?"

“Victor, you must…”

Before he could finish speaking, Victor unilaterally cut off the call with Eldrad, twisting his neck and complaining...

"What an annoying jinx, um—did you hear that, my dear Lilith? I'm looking forward to your performance in seven days."

"No problem, my dear Your Majesty," came the reply, laced with a sweet but ruthless undertone.

"Whether it's that little bitch Marles raised or that formidable monkey, they will both die by my hand in the end."

“I like your confidence, darling,” Victor said with a smile.

"But just to be on the safe side, I'll still offer you some small, insignificant help. I also want to see if my dear 'ex-wife's' heart is truly made of crystal."

At this point, Victor seemed to be amused by his own words and began to laugh uncontrollably, almost as if he were about to burst into breathless laughter.

The maniacal laughter echoed through the cold palace, dissipating in the light of the dark sun.

32. Premonition of Pain

"An incurable, short-sighted idiot!"

The call was unilaterally ended, and even the usually well-mannered Eldrad couldn't help but curse aloud.

But there was nothing he could do; the difference in power between the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar, who had inherited the Comoros, was simply too great.

Even if the Eldar of the Ark proclaim themselves the awakened ones of the Eldar Empire...

In reality, those Ida in Comoros were the true heirs to the Ancient Elven Empire.

They not only inherited the estate, but also the incurable depravity.

Eldrad stretched out his hands, and the feeling of pulling his thoughts back from the Supreme Heaven was not pleasant... because the deeper he came into contact with the Supreme Heaven, the more terrifying the blood storm became.

Without a doubt, it was Kong En who stirred up that bloody storm.

But who did it? The other three evil gods? Or the unfinished Dark Lord on the throne?

No, none of them were. Eldrad clearly crossed out the few least likely options in his mind... but none of the remaining ones were worthy of such a statement from Koon.

What exactly happened in the heavens?

What exactly happened that brewed this prelude to crisis?

Eldrad looked up at the infinite circuits above him.

His skull, as solid and shimmering as crystal, formed the infinite loop above his head—bearing the souls of every dead on the Usvi Ark, a place isolated from the highest heavens.

This is the Eldar's greatest asset; it is thanks to the Infinite Circuits that they have been able to survive from the clutches of the Slaanesh.

In the Empire's past, the Webpath connected all the endless circuits together...

Like an electric grid extending along a bridge, it transmits energy from one end of the galaxy to the other.

He called it the Eternal Matrix. It was part of the Web, and the greatest achievement of the Eldar Empire—

It not only connects every Eldar world with a large Eldar population, but also every Eldar—from the moment they are born.

Before the Eldar fell and were devoured by the gods born from their own corruption, their souls had already gathered in the Eternal Matrix.

Reboot. Reconstruct. Rebirth. Back then, every Eldar was immortal; death for them was merely a cycle through an infinite loop.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the conclusion of immortality led to the beginning of the Eldar's downfall.

When any atrocity can be committed without consequence, then unrestrained depravity is the only outcome.

Moreover, isolating the warp? Eldrad gave a self-deprecating smile. How could that be?

Perhaps Eldrad once blindly believed in something too…

But things changed when he truly glimpsed the breath of Jenaphon, the god of death—he wasn't sure if the Eldar's god of death truly existed, but there was no doubt...

A warp soul born from the Eternal Matrix resides atop every Eldar.

Now, Eldrad must figure out what will happen next.