Chapter 597 Accepting Reality

The Ark world is not only the home of the living, but also the home of the dead. The souls of the ancestors exist in the infinite circuits composed of spirit bones. These souls do not have individual thoughts and exist as a collective consciousness.

The Necrontyr felt that their atrocities were perfectly covered up, but their soulless nature made them so clumsy and incompetent in understanding the soul.

They only deduced the flashes of the infinite circuits as regular energy jumps, and could not hear any words from the howling of the souls.

Ivreni heard it. She listened in the arms of the ancestral souls. She knew the atrocities of the Executioner Dynasty and the cruel experiments done by the Enlightened Xerath. She gritted her teeth in anger and loosened her fists helplessly.

At least the result was good.

The prophets of the two Arks said so. They had accepted the facts and were ready to bury them deeply and forget them. Not all words should be spoken.

Looking at the battlefield, the blood of compatriots was being spilled. She submitted communication requests to the Dark Eldar again and again, but all she got was abuse and noisy noise.

"You wimps! Cowards! I will return to the arms of the Black Muse after my death! We are the true implementers of the Empire's will!"

The Black Muse. That god Qi Ivreni also knows a thing or two. The residents of Gomor do not believe in the Eldar gods in the Pantheon. They believe that these gods devoured by Slaanesh should be treated with contempt. They only believe in the Black Muse, which symbolizes selfishness and evil.

What are these gods? To be honest, Ivreni has not carefully understood the culture of her fallen compatriots. After all, dealing with the dissolute Lady Marles in the arena has made her tired.

"We should capture their leaders and then make them give up resistance." Qianmian said so, and Ivreni could only accept his plan.

Under the crystal domes of the three arks are prophets who are ready to open the psychic portal. They communicate with the souls of their ancestors and place the transmission nodes on the war arks with the power of runes and holy artifacts.

Bjetan's Fierce Raiders, Iyanden's Bone Guards, and Alaitok's Rangers poured into the portal. They formed a powerful army and became even stronger with the blessing of Iverene's Death Power.

But Victor had already captured the fluctuations of psychic energy, and he also knew that the Necrontyr was ready to attack. Looking at the back of Amalaja busy making degraded bodies, he felt that this blood-pitying man who had caused him great losses would become a powerful assistant on his road.

"Lacas, it seems that this is the time for us to say goodbye."

"I will be with you." Lacas, who was completely inhuman, smiled, and the human head pillar swayed in laughter. An eyeball fell off Lacas's head and fell into Victor's hands, "Let me witness the legacy of the ancient saints."

Victor put the eyeball into the shadow body, he unfolded the map, and stared at the glowing dots on the map intoxicatedly. Put it into the core of the Ark and impact the map with infinite psychic energy in the circuit.

After the map was completely burned by the psychic energy, Victor hit a Black Muse rune on Lacas' body. This rune became more and more dazzling with the death of the Dark Eldar, and the hatred of conspiracy surged in Lacas' body.

Lacas felt the pain with satisfaction, and he moved towards the dream tree of the Ark.

"It seems that you are also struggling. I thought I was the only smart person." Amaraga sighed as he looked at Lacas's back, but Victor did not agree with him.

"This is not a struggle, we just enjoy it for the last time before we die."

"Is that so."

Victor smiled sinisterly, and then the map burned in the psychic impact floated around his body. These flying ashes made Amaraga feel a little familiar. He seemed to sense a similar breath around the throne of Valgur.

The Deceiver's phantom was made of these ashes. In the extremely shocked eyes of Amaraja, he tore open a crack and threw Victor and Amaraja in.

The Necrontyr who felt the fluctuations of the Star God was also teleported here in the next second. Rotaros and the Death Mark troops attacked the Deceiver, but the Deceiver just gave them a sarcastic smile and did not take their firepower to heart.

"Replace."

The Deceiver lightly tapped his finger, and all the damage he should have borne was borne by other souls around the battlefield. The Eldar who suddenly died died painfully under the blow of the Necrontyr's weapons.

Rotaros tried to seal the Deceiver's phantom with the Hypercube, but the psychic shock from the depths of the Ark disintegrated his living metal body.

The surging psychic lightning was overloading Rotaros's data core. Looking at the Chief Assassin who could not move, the Deceiver saluted him, then turned into the appearance of a laughing god and dissipated.

The Black Muse Rune of Lakas successfully polluted the dream tree of the war ark. Rage and conspiracy turned the crystal giant tree, which was as bright as a dream, into dark and evil.

Lin Fan once said that the dream tree was a powerful device used by the Spirit Empire to conquer the end of death, and in this war ark, the existence that could sleep forever in the dream tree was the real master of this warship.

The War Phoenix Lord and his men woke up in the dream tree, carrying all the spiritual energy of the entire ark. The majestic spiritual energy strengthened their perception ability, and their eyes shining with spiritual light could see through all the cover-ups.

"What time is it now?" The voice of the War Lord echoed in the minds of his men, but no one could give him a definite answer. This space was too cold and dry, just like the dead land swept by the War of Heaven.

The lord closed his eyes and listened attentively to the chaotic sounds outside.

The Eldar were killing each other, and the Necrontyr fleet was watching them. This fact made the lord frown. In his opinion, this was a despicable entertainment project of the Necrontyr Emperor, watching their people kill each other to dissipate the emptiness rising in their soulless bodies.

Anger was the first emotion that arose, and the second emotion was shock.

The lord sensed that a large number of demons were in the Necrontyr fleet. Not only that, the Necrontyr did not use any force to disperse the demons.

"They betrayed the Dark Covenant. Why." The lord couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

The next moment, Lakas's voice came to his ears, "They betrayed the covenant. They destroyed the Pantheon. They want us to be exterminated. They can't be trusted."

The lord's body trembled, and he prayed to the Eldar gods in the Pantheon, but got no response.

Balkan Golden Song, this joke may not be well-known here, but people who often read history and current affairs should understand it.