I'm a magnetic field madman

Blood Shark doesn't care about any of that; he's just focused on having fun...

At the same time, the goal is to cultivate future adversaries who can fight against them, and to happily create people with this talent and ability for the Eldar.

Evelynn, Thousand Faces, Lilith, and many other Spirits who could achieve something on the path of cultivation all obtained and mastered this power. Despite the fact that cultivating this power would likely result in death, countless Spirits still rushed to learn it.

Bloodshark's indiscriminate acceptance of all comers, coupled with his status as the Chosen of Kane and his exaggerated magnetic field power, has already fostered a strange faith among some Eldar.

This group of spirits, who possessed the power of magnetic fields, built a brand new magnetic field shrine... and day and night, in addition to their cultivation, they worshipped the "great magnetic field rotation"...

Regardless, Bloodshark alone gained extremely high prestige within the Eldar.

His immense power, divine selection, and generosity in sharing power have led most of the Eldar to accept him as a war lord, even though he is human.

"And Jain Zhar, aren't you trying to master this dangerous power too?"

Meeting Eldrad's enigmatic gaze, Jainzal's tone was somewhat off; she had indeed mastered this dangerous, enemy-ordained power—

However, the Phoenix Lord, who still believed in Asuyan, always harbored a distrustful and even resistant attitude towards this power.

But now the version has been updated! If she doesn't keep up with the version and obtain magnetic field power, let alone the Phoenix Lord... what 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 begins to inevitably shift, whether or not to practice this power is no longer up to you.

All I can say is, they're all rolled up, fucking rolled up!

“Furthermore, our Emperor does not have any reproductive isolation issues with our race,” Eldrad continued.

“In the worst-case scenario, we also have a path to continue the bloodline of Isa's grace... If you really care so much about orthodoxy, then we can just dilute it with more bloodlines.”

"In short, Lord Phoenix, I believe that rebuilding the empire would be entirely beneficial for us at this moment. We need to gather enough strength to deal with future crises. Perhaps we are destined not to be able to unite, but it is always better to be united than to be scattered and divided."

"Then so be it. The Samhan Ark world will assist you in rebuilding and will send people to be stationed in the Comoros."

After a long silence, Jain Zar finally relented, saying sullenly...

"Then remember to attend tomorrow's Royal Court meeting, Phoenix Lord." Eldrad looked at the proud Phoenix Lord, smiling smugly, a cunning glint in his eyes beneath his helmet...

"You don't want the Eternal Court of the future to be full of insects like Mares, do you?"

Jain Zal turned and left in frustration, but she had already begun selecting the most politically astute and loyal individuals for her Ark world.

Although she still does not acknowledge the existence of the false king, as Drazar said... if she is destined to join this system, she must fight for Samhan's voice and power.

Most importantly, the royal court must not be allowed to be taken over by those unruly cousins!

After all, even if we take a step back and assume that the next legitimate Eternal Queen cannot be found, they might have to be vaccinated by the current "Empress"...

And what if the next Eternal Queen were to be surrounded by a group of Dark Eldar...

Imagining that scene, Jain Zal immediately quickened his pace!

No way! How can the empire be run well while surrounded by those insects?

Quack!! We need to prepare early!!

79. Make elders great again!

Deep within the Bloodwalkers' Guild, in Lacas's secret laboratory...

A group of Dark Eldar gathered here, anxiously surrounding the laboratory, but none of them dared to step inside.

The only person allowed into the Grandmaster's flesh and blood laboratory was a powerful figure who had disappeared in the rebuilt Comoros. He wore SoulTrap armor, which bound a large number of wailing souls, and held a long, withered blade.

He was certainly a big shot, or rather, he used to be—the second-in-command and highest-ranking consul in his ruthless conspiracy. He was also Victor's most trusted deputy, the soul hunter Valosian Setherak.

He and his ruthless conspiracy were practically absent from the Comoros catastrophe and war.

After witnessing the overlord being killed by that monkey, who is now the Eternal King...

He then followed the orders of the overlord and led the sinister conspiracy to lie dormant within the Shadow Nexus.

This allowed them to preserve most of their power, but also deprived them of the possibility of pledging allegiance to the new regime immediately!

However, even if they could pledge allegiance, these Dark Eldar wouldn't dare to do so.

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

Valosian looked at the terrifying Grandmaster before him and asked humbly, his voice tinged with suppressed fear. Lacas merely glanced at him sideways, a hint of malice in his eyes…

"Judging from your appearance, you still think you're loyal? Aren't you just afraid of the bombs Victor planted in your bodies exploding?"

Valosian remained silent, which was to be expected; his group had no loyalty whatsoever to Victor.

Victor understood this, so he left his "loyal" subordinates with backup plans to ensure they wouldn't rebel.

Otherwise, these cunning fellows would probably have switched to a more valuable target on the very first day that Comoros rebuilt its empire.

Lacas ignored these small items; all the materials needed for the resurrection ritual had already been laid out in front of the Grandmaster.

Thousands of perfectly preserved corpses and excruciating pain crystals used to bind souls were piled up on countless operating tables...

As the torture instruments were operated, these living corpses continuously released pure pain.

In the very center, there was only a pool of blood in the stone coffin.

This is the last fragment of the body left behind by the overlord of Youdu in this world.

If it were any other Bloodlink, they probably wouldn't be able to perform the resurrection ritual with these materials alone.

But Lacas, he could totally do that!

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

The pure sensations of the person tormented by pain converged into the stone coffin along with the omnipresent crystals of excruciating pain...

Under Lacas's precise control, these dark energies rapidly reshaped the Overlord's physical form from nothing.

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

From the corresponding parts, these tubes extract their most essential blood, instantly turning them into shriveled corpses, which become samples to nourish Victor's physical rebirth.

However, simply reviving Victor would be far too easy for Lacus!

He had previously abandoned Victor, and now his resurrection of him also serves Lacas's purpose.

But in any case, the old Victor was of little value to Lacas.

Then, Lacas slowly took a transparent glass bottle from his waist, inside which was a drop of thick blood plasma.

He aimed at Victor in the sarcophagus and slowly poured out the blood plasma. Soon, after Victor's bones, flesh, and skin had all regenerated, the naked overlord sat up in the blood, revealing a false and pale smile...

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

An indescribable pain spread through Victor's body, the excruciating agony causing him to roar. Before he could even utter a question, Lacas slowly said...

“Victor, although I would be happy to let you be reborn to make the current situation more dynamic, the original you was just too fragile.”

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

"But Victor, your soul is too pale. It would take too long and be too dangerous for you to train this power from scratch."

"So I extracted a drop of blood from him that had no trace of his soul and injected it into your body. Victor, you will receive the seed of this power, but how to master it is up to you."

He spoke very kindly; if Victor hadn't known Lacas's character so well, he might have been moved.

He roared and screamed incessantly, but the pain did not disappear into thin air, and was completely shattered as Victor's thoughts waned!

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

Fortunately, the flowing pain and blood quickly reshaped Victor's body in the next moment.

The roar of the overlord of Youdu did not stop, 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.” Lacas’s stitched lips curled slightly upwards as he looked mockingly at the suffering Victor…

“You don’t need to threaten me, Victor. If you really want to give up, want to sleep forever, I can help you right now. But if you want to live, want to regain power, you have to learn to adapt…”

Adapt to this pain? Adapt to this power? Or adapt to this Comoros that no longer truly belongs to you?

The overlord of Youdu was unaware that the rampant magnetic field power had once again shattered his intact body.

In his third rebirth, Victor realized that he could rely on no one.

Ten thousand years have passed, and nearly ten thousand years have gone by since he sat on the throne. Victor seemed to have not experienced this state of utter helplessness and solitude for a very long time.

But he is by no means a good-for-nothing, much less a fat pig who has been sitting in a high position for too long and is incapable of moving at all!

He is Asrubel Victor, the King of the Black Heart, the Overlord of the Underworld! He rose from humble beginnings, becoming the ruler of Comoros from a slave; his will and soul are beyond question!

"Eat!"

In his third rebirth, Victor successfully mastered the unbridled magnetic field power within his body!

But the price was that the surging electric arcs scorched his entire body black!

But Victor didn't care; he roared that he wanted to kill Lacas, who had betrayed him!

But when his hand reached for the Grandmaster's head, he suddenly stopped.

He lowered his hands and said in an extremely hoarse voice...

"Bring my clothes."

Valosian dared not delay and immediately brought him Victor's original equipment.

But as the armor and scepter were put on, Victor's body suddenly crackled with electricity, and the armor was then completely reshaped into another form.

The magnificent governor's armor transformed into a set of ornate black and gold armor as the materials reorganized, fitting snugly to every part of his body... A golden mask replaced the helmet, concealing his charred face.

“I can actually restore you,” Lacas said with interest.

"unnecessary."

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

"The future has no need for the schemer Victor. He's dead, utterly dead..."

"A new ruler will rise from the black-hearted conspiracy, who will exchange violence...power and loyalty to the Eternal Court for his place in the Empire!"

Victor saw it all clearly; in fact, the moment he woke up, he had already devised countless schemes to regain power.

But the moment the magnetic force flowed into his veins, the excruciating pain made Victor understand.

The scheming and political skills he has cultivated over the past ten thousand years will be useless in the future. In the long future... if he wants to seize more power, he will need great strength!

Intrigue is no longer the important edge of a blade, but only worthy of being a decorative relief on the blade.

Despicable means can be used as a poison to be applied, but they should never be the only means.

“Everyone will know you’re Victor,” Lacas grinned.

“Yes, everyone knows that,” 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, killing Victor, who had schemed against him once, was enough to settle the matter… He was too lazy to pursue it and didn’t have the resolve to grind Victor to dust.

He even needed Victor, as too much of Comoros was controlled by a ruthless conspiracy.

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

But for the sake of everyone's reputation, Asrubair Victor must die, and the former rulers of the Comoros must perish!

Therefore, he needed a new name, and the sinister conspiracy group needed a new leader.

"You've finally figured it out," Larcas said with an approving look at the sinister Victor, chuckling softly...

"When you're always so lost in your scheming and plotting, I really thought about giving up on you forever. But it's good that you're still the Victor I know, and you still have the right to rise again."

Are you still my friend?

“Of course, Overlord, of course!” Lacas laughed heartily.

"Then let me give you a new name, just like when we first met—so from today onwards, your name will be Malekith."

“Malekis…” Lacas chewed on his new name, which belonged to him, and of course he knew the origin of the name.

This is the name of the last Phoenix King, the last of the noble bloodlines, a name that attempted to save the empire at the end of the Great Fall, but ultimately could not prevent its demise.

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

"Hehehe, hahaha, hee hee hee!"

Victor—no, Malekith burst into uncontrollable laughter, for he had a new goal in mind!