Veronica's robe wrapped tightly around her, allowing the edges to blow in the strong wind.
Through the thick haze, she could see the scarred walls of the outpost and the greenskins who were constantly attacking. There were Ork corpses and their dilapidated war machines everywhere. Although there were no Space Marines stationed inside, there was a very elite team.
of mortal soldiers.
But there is no doubt that without support they will not last long.
As night approaches, the black smoke from the ignited fuel makes the already suffocating air even more suffocating.
"Sorry, Great Prophet, I failed."
Beside her, the Great Prophet Eldral Uslan just nodded slightly.
"Do you understand the nature of your assignment?"
he asked without looking at her.
"Destroying a craftworld threat."
Veronica whispered back, ashamed of her failure.
"Not quite right."
Eldral chuckled softly.
"New threats will appear every moment in the Arkworld. Just like one of those human sayings, there are at least more than a thousand different ways of death in a person's life. For the Arkworld, I think this is the same. Sometimes the prophet
The Parliament appears to be too nervous, putting our precious strength on the unknown at every turn."
“Isn’t this exactly how Usvi survive?”
"Yes, but in a sense, haven't we become the same as the human empire that gave up everything in order to survive...Does this also mean that we have never been what we claim to be?
So noble and wise?"
Veronica was silent.
The words of the Great Prophet will definitely set off a huge crisis of public opinion when placed in a public place. After all, what supports the Eldar until now is only the fear of death and the only thing left is the memory of past glory.
Most ethnic people have long since lost hope.
Living for the sake of living is a true portrayal of almost all the Eldar. Whether they are the Ark Eldar, the Wilderness Eldar, or the fallen compatriots of Commorragh, their essential living conditions are the same.
Because everyone knows that Slaanesh, who is the power of the subspace, cannot be defeated. The Eldar have already become a candle in the wind, and their demise is only a matter of time.
It's just that no one wants to mention the absolutely dark future.
Only when they satirize those "lower creatures" can the Eldar get some comfort and anesthesia from the memories of the past.
Although Veronica didn't say anything, from her own feelings, she could clearly feel the sense of dejection gradually filling the Ark - everyone was still fighting, but the goal was becoming increasingly unclear.
As the population decreases, the Ark may still exist for a long time, but it will eventually come to an end.
Having lost their homeland, they have no way out.
If we really want to talk about despair, the Eldar are far more desperate than humans. At least they still have a golden sun, while the Eldar only have a cowardly Laughing God left.
"But the threat level of this greenskin is indeed higher than before. This is something the Prophet's Council has always recognized."
Veronica tried to change the topic to the present, trying not to let despair surround herself - Eldar are all emotionally sensitive creatures.
"I didn't say it wasn't a threat, that's why I proposed that you take the lead in this battle."
As Eldral spoke, he gently stroked the mysterious long staff in his hand.
"All the threads of destiny converge here. We try to find our way in the web of illusory destiny, but sometimes the flow of reality will lead us forward... It will definitely resolve this crisis if it dies.
Or was this crisis not directly caused by it?”
"It must die. If we can't kill it here, the Phoenix Lord will step in."
"There's no need for it. Fate has destined it not to die here from the beginning."
Veronica was surprised for a moment.
"What...Then why did you..."
"Because you have to shut up some guys. Only when they hit a wall will they know how to turn around."
The prophet said, still staring at the scarred human outpost.
"No matter what, everything will end today."
"Finish?"
Veronica repeated.
"The life of the beast, or this operation?"
"Both."
The Great Prophet answered simply.
For a moment, both of them were silent.
The hillside is full of Ork corpses. The outpost is in a dangerous position and the numerical advantage cannot be deployed. The Orks who failed in the first attack have retreated to the depths of the canyon and its surroundings, licking their wounds.
Their psychic noise seemed far away, like rumbling thunderclouds in Veronica's mind.
It's still far away now, but it is gathering strength and anger.
It will be more powerful than ever.
She could especially feel that one of the Orks was gathering the psychic energy of the other Orks. She guessed the identity of this Ork, and she very much hoped to have a reckoning with this Ork who had played tricks on her.
"You go back first. The battle is over. I will propose a new plan to the Prophet's Council. If we can't solve it ourselves, then we will find another way and take it to the place where it is destined to die."
After saying this, the great prophet stopped talking.
Veronica stood in the wind for a while, then saluted the other party, and then floated away.
A minute after she left, Eldral Uslan suddenly opened his mouth to the wind.
"Is that news important enough to you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the space behind him suddenly became distorted.
Then in the midst of a distant and weird song, a figure wearing a clown mask and fancy clothes turned somersaults and landed on the ground.
"Very important, dear prophet."
Eldral Uslan glanced at the clown expressionlessly, then snorted softly.
"Laughter of the Veil Path, what funny joke did you bring to me this time?"
"In this trip, I am a sounding tube, threading needles and threads to mend things. Misfortunes and blessings come and go, and good times and auspicious days come at the right time."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The comedian answered the prophet's questions in a weird accent, as if singing.
Eldral closed his eyes and rubbed his head.
"Asuryan, is it really that difficult for you to talk properly?"
So he took the most direct approach and directly penetrated his mental tentacles into the other party's brain.
At first the other party resisted, but the comedian was obviously no match for the great prophet, so they successfully completed a spiritual dialogue.
"This time we can talk properly."
"Great Prophet, you should respect our traditions."
"Ah, of course I respect you and your troupe, but I've been suffering from migraines recently and I don't have the energy to think about your maxims. Let's just get down to business. Who are you sending the message to?"
"The Curtain Walker wishes to meet you."
"Oh? It's actually that person. It's been... two thousand years since I last heard news about her, right? It seems that this news is indeed very exciting, even she was alarmed."
"Walker attaches great importance to the news you bring."
"Okay, she will decide the time and place. I haven't seen this old friend for a long time."
But the comedian did not leave, but took a look at the camps built by the greenskins.
"Great Prophet, you should know that there is a huge threat there, which may put several Arkworlds in danger. Although I know that you once had a special... view of the greenskin race, but they are different now from the past.
They're just some brainless beasts."
"Look, you have fallen into a paradox again. If it is a brainless beast, how can it become a huge threat?"
"But... the Curtain Walker also told me not to keep the broken bones."
"Then you go back and tell her that this place is not the burial place of the Bone Crusher. No one can kill it when its destiny is promised. After all... the aftermath of that battle has not yet completely subsided."
The comedian was silent for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of killing Bonecrusher immediately.
"I will convey it truthfully."
For a moment, there was no movement except dust.
As the sun sets and night emerges, the jagged towers of human outposts and the mountains are stained as red as blood.
Soon, the humans inside will be finished, and the outpost will be reduced to ruins, and the signal they sent before their death will never be received——
The last chance to contain the Bonecrusher will be gone
The comedian turned around to leave, but finally stopped.
"Great Prophet, regarding Veronica... I still hope you can send her to the theater troupe. She is the safest in the webway."
Eldral Uslan did not reply, but shook his head slightly.
"You can't always protect her."
The comedian stared at the back of the great prophet, his pale mask reflecting the blood of the sunset.
"One day, the God of Decay and his minions will find her. Those degenerates of mankind have already begun to make moves. As Veronica grows older, you cannot hide her power forever. After all, she is.
....The last daughter of Isa.”
The great prophet of Uthwe still did not respond, and even cut off the spiritual connection.
The comedian sighed, then turned back and disappeared, leaving only the lonely figure continuing to look at the bloody sunset...