God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Craftworld Usvi, is quietly leaving the network it is sliding on and heading towards the gate of the physical universe.

For countless years, it just wanders and hides, just like the bleak and swaying fate of Spirit Race.

Among them, the towers belonging to the prophets can be regarded as the brains of Craftworld. Every decision they make will profoundly change the destiny of the Ark and even the Milky Way.

In the tower belonging to the Great Prophet, Veronica and Alderal were silent, sitting side by side in the haze in the house——

Palming the lamp, silently staring into the thicker darkness in front of him, among the floating crystals, many scenes from the Battle of Armageddon are still vivid in my eyes.

After returning to Craftworld, Veronica immediately explained the entire process of development to the Great Prophet.

Alderal praised Veronica's action and told her that she successfully solved a major disaster in the galaxy.

Veronica thought she didn’t do it, because the mysterious green shaman disappeared in the end. Its existence made her feel very uneasy, but the big prophet relieved her and said, that The powerful shaman will never pose a threat, because it has escaped into the dimensional turbulence in a hurry, and now it has left the galaxy to a place that no one knows.

On hearing this, Veronica was relaxed and took time to mourn her deceased.

Time goes back to this moment, the two sit opposite each other, silently picking up the drink for the passing warrior.

"Great Prophet, have you long known that Alsalan will fall?"

The Prophet smiled slightly, shook the head.

"This is a dangerous question, Veronica, of course we have the power of foreknowledge, but the delusion to manipulate the life and death of everyone with the power of foreknowledge will only be consigned to eternal damnation."

"Can we just watch the people around us fall into crisis and let everyone fall into crisis? I don't understand, teacher, what is the purpose of our learning foresight?"

"The real destiny cannot be rewritten. You and I know this very well. I have browsed through thousands of probabilities-each of them is full of worrying and deep crises, but I also realized the other One point, if there were no failures and sacrifices in the past, we would really lose this sweat, to a total loss, to a consigned to eternal damnation......"

The Great Prophet’s tone was flat, It seems to be narrating a simple fact.

"We must be able to recognize that something is bound to happen, and something can be adjusted."

After a long time, Veronica was nodded:

"I see, teacher, and..."

Speaking, she paused for a moment.

The big prophet seemed to guess what she was going to say, slightly smiled.

"Relevant to that human?"

"He carries a book of Slaanesh on his body. It is a cursed evil, although I believe that stupid hu Hu’s stupid big fellow is not evil, but this thing is really fierce. Why don’t you let me reclaim it or destroy it to prevent it from causing harm to the world?"

"That is not what we can destroy And do you have the confidence to let that person give the magic to you willingly?"

"That...then we should destroy it even more! Mortal minds have limits Yes, what's the use of keeping this deeply contaminated object?"

"What you say is true, but it also contains endless and priceless information. The lies of great fraudsters are always based on the truth. , The enemy is no exception, that person will be an important pawn to stir the galaxy, and anything related to him contains profound meaning."

Veronica mumbled, her shoulders collapsed. , Obviously, there are some criticisms about Alderal's explanation.

The atmosphere returned to silence again.

Alderal looked at Veronica with a little interest in her heart.

Whether it is on the way back to Craftworld or stationed at the Prophet Tower these days, Veronica mentioned the Astarte most.

Often after so many changes, Alderal would personally confirm whether his student's state is stable, simply to check her soul realm-but this time he did not do so.

Because he has already witnessed a certain change in the other party.

"That silly guy may be pushed into Fire Pit by the magic of the enemy..."

Veronica murmured, browsing slightly wrinkle from time to time

"I remember you said that one of his friends had been poisoned with spirit poison."

Suddenly the big prophet spoke, and Veronica quickly lifted the head.

"Since you have agreed to the other party, there is no need to break your promise. We will meet him again soon, and then you will use this thing to disperse the soul poison for his friend."

Speaking, the big prophet took out a small crystal bottle with a shining starlight.

"Just drop it in that person's eyes."

Veronica was nodded, got up and grabbed the crystal bottle, her eyes filled with surprise.

"I thought the Great Prophet you hate humans very much."

"It's not annoying, it's just a pity."

"Regret?"

"They could have made this galaxy better."

The big prophet seemed to have no intention of saying anything, and waved his hand.

"Well, today's meditation is over, you can go back."

Veronica stood up, but stopped on the porch, her body stopped her The rays of light reflected in the channel.

"teacher, is there really no problem with the power in his body?"

Aldral looked directly at Veronica's blue eyes:

"There is no problem for the time being."

Veronica gently nodded, stepping out of the shadows.

"For the time being..."

Looking at Veronica's distant back, Alderar muttered, his tone no longer so unwavering.

After that, he looked down at the objects displayed on the small table-a sloppy astrological instrument stall, all around piled up a lot of parchment with scribbled handwriting.

Usvi’s Great Prophet picked up a pen, picked up a piece of paper, and began to paint at will—not knowing what to do with his brushstrokes as if he could not see the way forward in the distance.

Alderal suddenly felt that he was old and old. For the first time in hundreds of centuries, the vicissitudes of rain and snow pressed his shoulders tightly, making him hard to breathe.

In the dark, he can foresee the bumpy future gleaming among the evil stars-he will face unprecedented severe challenges.

He is not so stupid to think that the victory over Armageddon can move the balance of war-the enemy has not failed, the plan has not ended, such a powerful existence will always be found in the galaxy The way to stir wind and rain.

The Wardens of Usvi not only need to defend their homes, there are more battlefields of dead mountains and blood waiting for them.

Who should they rely on to fight against the power of the supreme heaven?

Alderal didn't know, he only knew that once he slackened his mind, once he fell into a hesitation, the entire Spirit Race would fall into hell with him.

He must become the Soul Lamp tower of Craftworld's unshakable soul-this responsibility is more than Mount Tai.

When he came back to his senses, he finally realized what kind of pattern he painted.

The face of a stubborn and tough human male stands out on the paper, exactly the same as it was at the meeting ten thousand years ago.

Even if the brush strokes are sloppy, the effect is still shocking. The man's eyes are so cruel and powerful.

Alderal stared at the clumsy in his hand, reluctant to look away for a long time.

"Lord of mankind, what is your idea..."

It seems that he has made up his mind. The big prophet stood up and made a silent sound from the crystal. His will, and then strode out of the hut.

Behind him--

The wind rises and the paper falls.

Heart is calm and clear.