It seemed to be the most beautiful existence in the galaxy. She had the same appearance as Veronica, but did not have such a lively expression. She was wearing a flawless white dress and a silver leaf-shaped crown on her head.
Her long green hair looked noble and ethereal, but there was lingering sadness between her brows.
Eldra stepped forward, knelt on one knee in front of her, held up the other person's right hand, and placed it against her forehead.
"O great and merciful Isha... I have sent Veronica to that person, and now I hope to get your enlightenment and know whether the evil gaze of the warp has been removed from her body.
."
The goddess stared at him with empty eyes, without any expression or movement, as dull as a doll.
For a moment, her thin lips trembled slightly, and then a whisper came out.
Eldra knelt on the ground respectfully and listened.
Suddenly, a roar came from the sky. Eldra immediately raised his head and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The goddess's eyes also showed some color at the same time. She waved her hand gently, and Eldra's world instantly fell into darkness.
"ah--"
Eldra woke up from her dream, screaming in pain like a wounded animal.
After gasping for breath, he found himself lying on the smooth stone floor of the ventricle, and he didn't even recall his name for a moment.
After that, his memory came back bit by bit like fine sand passing through an hourglass.
So the prophet immediately wondered how long he had been unconscious.
The risk of walking in the realm of chaos with a spiritual imprint is extremely high. If he hadn't carried the imprint left by Isa, he wouldn't have been able to get out at all.
Although he escaped unscathed this time, it was obvious that a certain existence had noticed him. It was probably unrealistic to sneak to that place again, but fortunately he had obtained the information he needed.
"Well......."
The weak prophet could hardly stand up now, his hands were shaking constantly, his arms were as weak as dry branches, and blood was gurgling from his nose and mouth.
He could even feel his throbbing organs and thumping lungs rustling against his ribs, like a caged bird longing for freedom.
After resting for a while, he looked around.
The soul stone has become dim, the sword in the sword box has become silent, and the rune fragments are scattered on the ground, as if someone kicked over the carefully drawn magic circle. Some of them are as hot as steel in a furnace, and others are just some distortions.
Just dust.
Eldra let out a long sigh, ignoring the burning pain, grabbing the runes one by one, and gathering all the fragments and dust together.
In the name of Val, the craftsman god, I hope he can be forgiven.
Suddenly, Eldra's exhausted spirit sensed that Lean Heni Noel had returned to the heart chamber. He must not embarrass himself in front of a warrior.
So the Great Prophet regained his composure, struggled back to the throne, and tied the small bag full of dust back to his waist.
During the action, his joints crackled like gun bolts. When he turned his head, he could feel another surge of hot blood deep in his throat.
"Great Prophet? Are you... okay?"
Lean Heine Noel stepped into the heart chamber with the breath of war, and immediately noticed something strange about Eldra.
"It's just fatigue. How are things going? How long has it been?"
"Great Prophet, six moments have passed. I successfully hit the lord of the God of Plague... but a storm... seemed to be a creation of God, and it was more violent than I imagined."
Eldra frowned, what did the storm mean? But he couldn't let his warrior find out that he knew nothing.
If his condition allowed, he would go out to check the situation by himself, but now his spirit is too weak and too tired.
"Be specific."
"The enemy retreated, Great Prophet. After I hit the lord, all the lackeys of the God of Corruption suddenly retreated, and a subspace storm broke out in the process. Not only were the monkeys unable to pursue them, but we also lost them.
The other party’s traces.”
"What? Retreat?"
Eldra frowned, he knew very well that the Chaos Space Marines were definitely not greenskins and would not collapse due to beheading.
There must be another reason for their retreat.
Damn, what did he miss?
At this moment, Ryan Heine Noel suddenly knelt down on his knees and made a formal request.
"Great Prophet, I beg you for the last time, please let me bring back Veronica. She is the most potential war witch. She cannot stay in the world of savage monkeys forever, and -"
Eldra slowly shook her helmeted head, and Lien Heni Noel immediately stood up involuntarily.
"Then I will say it one last time. There is no need to mention this matter again. Do you understand?"
Lean Heine Noel has always been in love with Veronica, and Eldra knows this very well, but in the face of the interests of the Arkworld and the entire race, any individual emotion is irrelevant.
Afterwards, Eldra stretched out her bare fingers, letting a burst of spirit gently touch Lean Heni Noel's forehead, and sent him a pulse of psychic energy.
Through this pulse, Eldra saw what the warrior had seen before.
Meanwhile, Lean Heine Knoll froze, trembling, and looking away.
Two or three scenes of howling storms flashed through his mind.
Then the scene gathered again, and this time Eldra finally saw it.
He saw the storm, saw the extremely violent storm.
What happened in the subspace was an extremely destructive storm. The raging storm was completely out of control. In the storm, there were still a few glimmers of light, which were the retreating plague fleet.
It seems that they have indeed retreated, but Eldra is still a little uneasy——
Suddenly, the words he heard before popped into his mind again.
The shadow is a blade, and disaster is before your eyes.
Feeling restless for a moment, Eldra couldn't think, so she could only wave her hand.
"You should go back and rest first. Tell everyone that the matter is over and we will set sail and leave here soon."
"Yes, Great Prophet."
After the warrior left, Eldra gathered his spirit again. Dazed and restless, he walked through the ventricle and opened a quartz box fixed on the wall. It was filled with empty silk ribbons and dust, and some of them were extremely precious.
items.
He took out one of the small bags containing precious items and took out a spiritual bone staff.
The spirit bone staff is warm and vibrating continuously - this is one of the few living spirit bone staffs he has left.
With a sigh, he sat back on the throne, holding the spiritual bone staff tightly to his chest with both hands.
He prayed that there was still enough power in the wand to guide him.
In a burst of light, he poured power into the spirit bone staff, and the soul stones beside him and the soul stones embedded in his armor came back to life in an instant - at least most of them.
Some of them are still lifeless, while many merely glow dimly.
The Great Prophet's head drooped back, and his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down. No matter what the lackeys of the God of Corruption were trying to do, at least he got a revelation from the Goddess of Life - Veronica is still safe now, then
His big gamble has been successful for the time being.
But now he still needs to wait, wait for a force to accumulate and mature, and then use that force to tear open the realm of chaos and truly release the goddess of life.
He knew very well that he was the weakest party in this vast chess game, so he could only try his best to use his strength to gain strength.