I'm a magnetic field madman

But like Evelynn, her emptiness lay in the fact that she had no idea how to fill it.

Such emptiness is tragic, as it means that she will either become a pale, lifeless corpse or find her destiny.

"You arranged the gladiatorial contest, and you also used her."

A thousand faces' cold and hoarse voice came through the deep red helmet... but it sounded like he had no affection for Marles whatsoever.

“Yes, I used Evelynn, but I also saved her. Trading one life for another is perfectly reasonable,” Males continued, maintaining her clownish smile…

“Moreover, I am the one who most wants Evelynn to win, and I don’t want anything to happen to her, so of course we can cooperate.”

"But if there's only one Lilith, we can still limit her, but variables... we can't control them."

At this point, Males narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought...

"That girl, Serene, who once gave everything to me for a meager chance. Her ape gladiator was quite extraordinary."

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

"You're still just an ape," Thousand Faces said coldly.

“Even if he had the chance to win, he could not allow it to happen. The ritual of the Night of Revelation is sacred and inviolable… Neither Victor nor the Witch Spirit Cult would allow an outsider to achieve final victory.”

"Moreover, he is not an Eldar, and he will not be protected by Kane's laws on the Night of Revelation."

“Yes, Bloodhand Kane won’t protect him.” Males gave a strange smile.

"But before that, he was always a variable... The most troublesome thing is not this strange ape, but Lord Lacas, who suddenly decided to join, and... De Lazar."

Marles' words silenced Thousand Faces, who was unfamiliar with the former... because although he was the Nightmare Bishop, he had not been in Comoros for long.

However, the latter, even though he had only recently become a bishop, still remembered him vividly.

De Lazar spent most of his time in the Nightmare Shrine worshipping Kane, never interfering in any Comorian politics, which earned him both respect and fear from everyone.

He was strong, without a doubt. Although Thousand Faces had only seen Drazar once, at the bishop succession ceremony, the overwhelming pressure still filled him with fear from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps Drazzar really is an ancient Phoenix Lord... but his strength is already beyond the reach of the entire Comoros.

Thousand Faces even felt that Drazzar possessed the power to contend with those human Primarchs—after all, the one he had defeated once, the leader of the Mandelas lurking deep within the Web, "The Decapitator" Galazoka… had almost beheaded the human Primarch Vulcan on Nocturne.

But no matter which one it was, Qianmian didn't think Evelynn could survive against him.

In a single glance, or perhaps even less, that little girl's head would be completely ripped off.

But the core of the problem isn't how Evelynn fights against Drazza...

But why did the Nightmare Bishop, who had almost never participated in any Dark Eldar political activities, get involved?

Did Victor hire him? Or is there some other hidden story?

"I will investigate..." Thousand Faces said in a low voice.

“But Marles, in Kane’s name I want you to prepare an escape route for Evelynn. I don’t know those Bloodlinks, but you must provide her with adequate insurance.”

"If there's any necessary price to pay, I'm willing to pay for her. But I want the most reliable Bloodlink, understand?!"

"Hehehe, is our Thousand-Faced Bishop really this infatuated...?"

Marles smiled alluringly, covering her mouth with her fan, but a mocking smile lay hidden beneath...

"But it's a real shame, Evelynn doesn't like you as her teacher, hehehe..."

"Enough!!" Thousand Faces said coldly.

"Time is running out, Males. The Night of Revelation is in three days. If anything happens to Evelynn, believe me, you won't fare any better!"

Having said that, Thousand Faces retreated into the shadows behind him. Marles smiled as she watched Thousand Faces' voice blend into the darkness, and then stepped into the next shadow.

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

Undulating shadows, a soft veil, and wondrous music and tones all around.

Sorrow and joy, changeable and mixed, while in the shadows, many undulating and blurry figures come at a speed that human vision cannot capture, accompanied by music and dance.

This is a drama, a performance, a stage performance that only the Eldar can appreciate.

A red chair had 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 gracefully, soft chants in the ancient Ling language echoed through the empty, dark passageway...

Come, a long expedition is calling us.

Laughter is accompanied by obliteration, and the blade contains mockery. Stepping over the path of jokes, let all the joy lead us to the path of our desires.

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

Join us in this grand joke, as the galactic raindrops flow by, and walk the path of flames shrouded in veil.

Life will arrive on that day

Death will also be born on that day.

The final act before silence is about to begin. Join us in the dance, for Lana Dendera's terrifying prophecy is about to come true, and a new chaos will descend upon this wretched world.

The dark corridor seemed to have transformed into a small theater, echoing with the drama performed by the Eldar known as the Clowns.

Marles watched all of this unfold with a smile, and what was really interesting was that it was a completely new drama.

For the clown troupe, "performance" itself is not the same as entertainment. It is to please their gods, and to worship the only two surviving spirit god, the laughing god Silego. It is also their method of divination and exploration of the future.

Generally speaking, when a clown troupe arrives to perform somewhere, it means that something big is about to happen.

They may have good and bad aspects, but the clowns are never stingy in helping their fellow citizens.

They obeyed the Laughing God's command, traversing every corner of the universe, helping the Eldar towards a better future with a mocking and playful attitude.

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

“Interesting…” Marles chuckled softly as she looked at the character played by a troubler in a long, golden morning star dress and a girl's mask. This character hadn’t appeared in the clowns’ repertoire for a very long time.

Because the role she plays is that of the Eternal Queen.

While the Ancient Eldar Empire was still at its peak, there were two supreme beings who ruled the empire—the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen.

In the beginning, the Spirit Race that wanted to become the Phoenix King had to undergo the trial of the Asuyan Fire. Only the Spirit Race that crossed the sea of ​​fire with fearlessness and strength were qualified to be reshaped by the power of Asuyan and become the great Phoenix King.

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

It has been an unknown period of time since the beginning of this practice, with each generation of Phoenix Kings undergoing this trial by cheating.

Of course, after the cheating started, Asuyan, who already rarely communicated with the Aidaling tribe, almost completely cut off contact with them.

If the Phoenix King symbolizes the royal power of the Eldar Empire, then the Eternal Queen symbolizes their divine power!

Unlike the Phoenix King, each Eternal Queen receives a blessing from the great Mother, the Goddess of Life, Isha, who loves the Eldar the most. Legend even says that each Eternal Queen is Isha's child.

The clown's troupe almost never performs plays related to the Eternal Queen, not out of disrespect, but because even the God of Laughter could not compose a play about Isa when her mother, Isa, was still "alive."

But now, a different drama is unfolding before Marles, and does this mean...?

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

As Marles spoke, a figure stood beside her that seemed to have always been there.

The wearer, with a pale, vampire-like mocking mask, surrounded by scarlet sideburns and a flashy trench coat, resembled a giant clown.

Without a doubt, he was the leader of this clown troupe, the troupe leader who personally played the lead role in all the plays.

They are like the brains of a theater troupe, deciding the purpose of the next performance and explaining the meaning of the next coded message.

In the clowns' never-ending repertoire, they are responsible for playing the protagonist of the story, or even the god of laughter himself, to thwart the plots of enemies and even Slaanesh.

But this is not just empty talk; it is an extremely dangerous act.

Just like the "one-man show" that plays Slaanesh, every troupe leader's performance inevitably exposes them to the great enemy.

"Destruction, rebirth." The troupe leader spoke in a faint, ethereal voice, reciting a cryptic, stage-like phrase.

"A dance of life and death, all will become a terrible joke. Destruction brings opportunity, chaos brings change, rising stairs and falling towers."

Marles pursed her lips, maintaining a forced smile on her face, but inwardly she was cursing...

Throughout the galaxy, the Eldar are known for their love of riddles and their refusal to speak human language... but among them, the least human-speaking are these clowns.

Let alone making their language understandable to other races, even the Eldar themselves often cannot decipher their coded messages.

"We came following orders."

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

"Our Endless Dance Troupe accepted the Blade's invitation, but we do not intend to heed the Prophet's words. However, the Froststar Troupe has accepted the invitation and has now cooperated with the overlord of Youdu."

“Victor?” Males frowned slightly. The presence of her old lover disgusted the cunning Males… Because they knew each other too well, she knew that Victor’s schemes would be no less ruthless than her own.

The Froststar Theatre Troupe, which met with Victor, was one of the more prominent clown troupes among them.

It's not about how big the troupe is, but rather that Froststar Theatre Company is known for its blatant racism.

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

They strive to inspire and encourage their Eldar and follow the steps toward the ultimate goal.

However, their encouragement and inspiration are reserved only for those they favor, and their laughter soon turns cruel and vicious.

Even within the clown troupe, the members of the Froststar Troupe possess an irrepressible sense of humor.

However, they only cared about the ultimate restoration of the Aedarin race, regarding all other species in the galaxy as useless pests.

Their shockingly brutal pranks have caused serious and horrific harm on more than one occasion.

With this group of guys, whom the Dark Eldar would consider extremely racist, hanging around with Viktor, it's pretty obvious what they'd do...

“It seems Victor is also uneasy, a foreign slave with special powers…” Males chuckled, a malicious glint in her eyes…

"The Comoros are really strong. We've provoked every race in the galaxy and they can't do anything to us. The Comoros are also really weak. Five hundred Astartes can burn this place to the ground."

Victor was the ruler, and he had a natural aversion to anything in Comoros that might threaten his secure position.

He wanted to get rid of that strange ape gladiator, but he didn't want to upset Lacas—so he simply had the clown troupe act as his pawns.

The troupe leader didn't speak, but in fact, while they were conveying their message, the clown troupe had already quietly left.

Only Marles remained. She stared at the distorted crystal mirrors on either side of the corridor, at her own reflection, a wide, exaggerated smile spreading across her face before she burst into uncontrollable, maniacal laughter…

"Hehehe, hahaha..."

The drawn-out laughter, like an owl's, blended into the eternal night of the Comoros.

39. Change is a good thing.

There is one day left until the Night of Revelation.

Bai Qianshuang's sense of time inevitably became somewhat blurred and dulled in the Comoros. He looked at Guo Zhen in front of him and narrowed his eyes, saying...

"Have you really gone completely mad? Or are you trying to deceive me in some other way?"

Guo Zhen did not answer. This Space Marine, whose prefrontal cortex was severely damaged from the removal of the Butcher's Nail, simply raised his left hand with a slightly mechanical movement.

This represents a denial, while Guo Zhen's slow movements convey the meaning that everything will change tomorrow, and there will definitely be changes tomorrow.

Space Marines' modified bodies are far stronger than those of ordinary humans, and even though the prefrontal cortex of his brain was almost completely destroyed, coupled with the series of traumas caused to his brain by the Butcher's Nail, Guo Zhen was still able to maintain some communication and basic combat abilities.

However, speaking and logical thinking are completely impossible for him. Even if Bai Qianshuang used her magnetic field power to read minds, she could only read fragmented, unconnected thoughts from Guo Zhen's mind. Let alone delve deeper into his brain and thinking to read his true inner thoughts.

Tomorrow, Comoros will suffer an unprecedented attack.

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

Bai Qianshuang pursed her lips. He had been saying that ever since she met Guo Zhen... but whether he could really do it, Bai Qianshuang always remained cautious.

But there's nothing to deny. Besides, as long as things can change, there will always be opportunities.

Do you really believe him?

A deep voice echoed in the cell. Bai Qianxue looked up and saw the Dark Angel priest staring at her, saying in a deep voice…

“Balses—ugh, your names are such a pain in the neck,” Bai Qian Shuang complained about the Astartes’ names, then shrugged…

"Does it matter whether I should believe him or not? I only care that he will bring about change, but whether the change is good or bad—at least he has changed, hasn't he?"

The dark angels were somewhat silent, and the wolves, who couldn't sleep at all and were preparing for tomorrow's battle and possible changes, also couldn't sleep.

It's understandable that they would question Guo Zhen's identity.

A veteran who claimed to be a white-scarred man from 10,000 years ago followed the original Chagatai Khan in his pursuit of the Dark Eldar into the Warp, and was then captured by chance and taken to the Comoros.