Compared with other compatriots in the Ark, Ella Ashbel's feelings are actually the most intuitive. When she realized that everything just happened was just the psychic illusion produced by the other party, she realized that the statement about the other party's identity was not any of her previous guesses.
Losing physical vision allows her to see more clearly. This is by no means human, or the human being she knows. When power reaches this level, the skin and flesh are just unimportant disguises...
The description of the god walking on earth is probably the most accurate. Although Ella herself cannot tell what kind of power God is, what she knows is that this is the most powerful existence she has ever seen in her long life.
But even if she was shocked and confused, she had to hold on and be calm and could not show any weakness, otherwise the Ark would be completely losing its independence in the next game.
There was actually a fierce debate within the Ark. Because they wandered around the edge of the Milky Way most of the time, they were far less concerned about the Arks that were active within the Milky Way. However, many people also saw the decline and crisis of the Ark. Therefore, the Ark formed two views on this matter. Some wanted to stick to the tradition of their ancestors and continue to live alone and not intervene in those "big events", and the other believed that it must change now. Even if the Kloral Ark continues to live in seclusion, it will be destined to die. The only way is to embrace the ethnic group, strengthen its ties with other Arks and wild kingdoms, and even accept new immigrants.
Ella Ashbel has never expressed her point of view, but she always adheres to the idea that survival is more important than anything else.
"Welcome to Color, His Highness, the Phoenix King of the Eternal Court, and we, those who are far away, are extremely honored to witness your majesty and glory."
Every word she has been carefully considered many times, trying to express her respect without appearing humble.
On the throne, Soshyan looked down at the crowd below. The representatives of Koror were wearing dozens of different costumes, with dazzling iridescent colors and dull monochromatic colors, but their faces looked a little pale, which was also the characteristic of most Ark residents. In contrast, he prefers the slightly darker skin tone of the wild residents, which represents health and vitality.
Finally, his eyes stood upright on the prophet who stood tall and tall. She had long hair as pure as ice and snow. Her ear tips stretched out from her long hair. Her face curved, her lips were thin, and her nose bridge was slightly straightened. Even by Aida's standards, she was a beauty. Her slightly closed eyes were paired with dazzling purple tears. She had a unique mysterious temperament. Behind her, she was wearing a red high-leading prophet's robe, which was a high-cross robe, which was hooked up her tall and graceful body curves. Her chest was decorated with complex and complicated patterns. A belt dotted with magical gems was slanted across her waist. The high cross that opened to her hips revealed two slender legs wrapped in black delicate fabric, which was perfect like a work of art...
"The lonely will go to Lunasade immediately, who wants to go with you?"
Soshiyan didn't say anything polite in the scene, but directly expressed his purpose. Ella Ashbel was stunned for a moment and then said:
"The filthy slaves of the destruction of the gods have occupied this place, and they are numerous. Do you need to make a detailed plan..."
"Gou is very busy and has no time to delay. If no one follows you, Gou will go immediately."
This attitude made some representatives of the Color's Ark frown, who thought they were despised, and after thinking for a moment, Ella Ashbel replied in a humble and unrestrained manner.
"I will lead the warriors of Color to accompany you."
"Okay, then call your soldiers immediately and set off."
In the void, a huge triangular monster stabbed into the stars like an arrow shot out. The once spectacular Ark world has now become an evil and twisted horror. After heading in the Path of the Ancients, it fell into a boiling rift, reshaped by the power of chaos, the spiritual bone structure was worn and thin, and it appeared strange milky white translucent. It was no different from the ghost in the dim starlight. It was shrouded in the dome with poisonous mist. Occasionally, dark figures can be seen passing through the ruins of the tower and gathered in a vast park filled with dust and fragments of bones. In its trails, wreckage, dust and broken spiritual bones formed long beards as if twitching. The originally proud ark logo was also filled with blasphemy prayers dedicated to the power of destruction.
Such a sick and ugly thing is naturally extremely dangerous. The people of the past either died or were swallowed up. Many elegant spires had collapsed, the streets were blocked by the bones of the guards, and the corrupted guards were patrolling the rubble-covered streets. These silent sentries would attack anything they saw, including each other, but the more dangerous one was the demon.
Demons are everywhere, they are hidden in shadows, in ruins, and even dead bodies, just to surprise those bold adventurers.
Also due to its danger, no adventurers tried to come to this abandoned ark, but there was a group of people who were not afraid of it.
In the dome of the prophets in the ark, a figure was half kneeling on the ground to pray. This was once the place where the prophets who led the ark used to meditate quietly, but like Lunasade himself, it was corroded and twisted into something beyond recognition.
The towering statues and decorative plants either decayed to the point where the remains of corpses or turned into distorted things. The pool that can reveal the figure has dried up and is blocked by corpses and debris. The statues made of spiritual bones have either been pushed down or severely destroyed. Instead, they are rough and blasphemous statues dedicated to the destruction power. In the remote corners, the broken bodies of the dead Nether Guards are entangled, and there are fresh marks of chopping and shooting on their bodies.
Traces of dark rituals were everywhere, and the crystal core became an altar stained with blood, surrounded by ritual instruments and piles of sacrifice remains, all of which were just killed Ada, whose soul stones were placed on the altar.
Despite the low sobs of humble servants in his ears, Cole Fallon regarded it as if he was casual. He stared at the profaned prophet divination plate, watching the twisted patterns on the alien instrument seem to be squirming, and its lines and edges are indecisively unjustified by any clear geometric structure. His eyes and brain were trying to trace their meaning.
This time, in addition to revenge, he has another more important thing.
Looking for a mysterious treasure.
Chapter completed!