Chapter 569 The Craziest Ones Live the Best
"Either join me or be devoured."
Victor, who received the gift from the Black Muse, offered his compatriots the last choice. Seeing their people being devoured by Slaanesh one by one, the survivors of Gomor had no choice. They silently apologized to Isa, boarded the Ancient Spirit Ark and floated towards the dark universe with Victor.
How did Victor know so many secrets of Gomor? What is the new path he is referring to? No one knows why, but they all know that this is definitely related to the Blood Pity Racas next to Victor.
The whole Gomor knows that the Blood Pity no longer regards themselves as dark elves, but among the Blood Pity, Racas is the crazy existence that makes other Blood Pity people's backs numb.
So we have a madman, a mad city lord, a mad bloody man, and we have no way to retreat. Gomor has become a playground for demons to wreak havoc.
Lacas screamed again in trembling, "Second! Second lifeline! The rift is not open! The Eye of Terror is closed! The human empire escaped the invasion of Chaos, they destroyed the orcs and the Eldar. They created an ignorant and fanatical bloody empire. I saw it! I saw humans being defeated by the dead spirits again, and they and the Tyranids became captive lambs."
"The third! The third lifeline!" Lacas was even more painful. The other heads under his head exploded like overloaded light bulbs. Psychic energy surged around his body. It was so difficult for him to forcibly observe the line of fate. Although he had done this thousands of times, he could even taste the subtle differences in chewing bones and tell which prophet of the ark world the bones were taken from.
"Quick! Lacas! The third one!" Victor roared, urging Lacas to keep his consciousness awake in the endless wash of fate.
"The third one. The Great Rift Opens. The Human Empire. Ugh!" Lacas gritted his teeth, and the extra bones in his body were stimulated by the psychic lightning, and he exuded a burnt smell. "We accept the protection of God and completely avoid being swallowed. We participate in the end war. We follow the footsteps of God to the new heaven."
Lacas collapsed, and his body scattered into a pool of rotten broth. The broth exuded a fishy smell. Victor rushed into the depths of the rotten meat mountain, searching in the flesh and body fluids, and brought out Lacas, who only had his head and spine.
"Lacas, your work is not over yet." Victor did not express any concern about Lacas's situation, but laughed.
"Yes, my work is not over yet, and I haven't seen more truth." After Lacas said this, his spirit collapsed, and only unprepared data calculations were left in his mouth.
Ordering Nightmare to take over the remains of Lacas, Victor asked them to build a new body for Lacas. As for the materials used for shaping, they were naturally other colleagues of the Blood Mercy who claimed to be masters of flesh and blood.
Humming a cheerful tune, Victor was not at all confused and lost by the future described by Lacas. The most dangerous criminal is never the guy who sets a plan and executes the crime perfectly. It is the person who impulsively commits a crime out of curiosity.
What? You ask me why I want to murder a stranger so cruelly? I just want to see the color of his intestines. His face is so pale, I think the color of his intestines must be very interesting.
Victor is such a person. He doesn't care about the survival and continuation of the race. He is just a fun person, a fun person who does not allow himself to stand on the dark side of the stage.
"I have to say, you are the fourth person I have seen who is so pure."
"The fourth? It's really disappointing. I thought I was not the first, and I could be the second." Victor spoke to the unfolded map, and the map also stood up lightly, and the soul light spot of the robed man turned into a mouth.
"Of course you are the fourth one. Ahaha." The laughter was cynical and comfortable. This kind of laughter alone was enough to arouse the darkest desires in people's hearts. This kind of instigation close to the power of concepts could only remind Victor of an ancient name - the Deceiver.
"Can you tell me about the great achievements of the predecessors? This will help my competitive enthusiasm." Victor said with a smile.
"Oh! Competitive enthusiasm, it reminds me of competing with a stinky shit in the subspace. His existence really makes me a lot more diligent! Hahaha!" The Deceiver laughed, and he appreciated Victor more and more. "The first one is the last living person of the Destroyer Clan. I like to watch him struggling in loneliness and pain. The second one is the loser who ascended to the God in the Golden Age of Destruction. The third one is the host of the Eldar carnival party. And this fourth one is you. How can I give you an interesting title? After all, you are different from them. Your purpose is very pure, and theirs is very complicated. He hopes to prevent his people from falling into the trap of extinction. The civil war of the end of the world, he hopes that he can witness the truth of the universe, he hopes that the Spirit Empire can prosper forever. And what do you want? Your appeal seems to be a little purer than mine." The fraudster looked at Victor meaningfully, "Maybe you should take my position."
"Oh?" Victor looked at the fraudster and asked back in a very exaggerated manner, "Are you so unconfident in front of me? Then I am really flattered, why not tell me your purpose and let me mock you severely."
"Haha." The fraudster did not answer Victor's question directly, he laughed a few times and disappeared in front of Victor.
The empty ship passage only had Victor and the floating map. "What a waste." Victor cursed sinisterly, rolled up the map, and began to move the entire fleet towards the direction marked on the map.
The Trickster watched Victor's fleet go away, and he also felt that several Eldar ships passed by him. Without looking, the Trickster knew that the ship was the God of Death, the Chosen Ivrene. Although Victor did not find these followers, it did not mean that the Trickster could not find them.
"Slow down, dear, you are running too fast." The Trickster stretched out his hand and grabbed Ivrene's fleet. He gently stirred with his fingers, and a vortex firmly sucked all the ships in place.
"Oh, that thing is coming." The Trickster felt that the Subjective who had shattered the God of Foundation was approaching. He put his hand in front of his mouth, opened his mouth wide and ate himself little by little until he became a point that could not be observed and could not be determined to exist.
The official recently released the Omen Ark, which added a God of Forging. Anyway, this book won't be written, just like the new Dwarf Alliance, it's not easy to add to the current book.