Chapter 538: Prophecy and Curse: The Eldar’s Plan and Division

Chapter 538 Prophecy and Curse - The Plan and Division of the Eldar

But, are there really no reinforcements? Of course not.

In fact, the reinforcements that the rebel captain was expecting had already set out an hour ago.

But this regiment-level guard from the Eighth Regiment of Kritov was destined to never arrive because of a small incident on the road.

Yes, it was just a small incident, a "friendly greeting" from the alien civilization.

The infiltration force from the Eldar, under the command of Arsten Leman, the representative of the Prophet's Council stationed on the front line of the war.

With a complete company including the Howling Banshees and the Eldar militia, the reinforcements sent by the Eighth Regiment of Kritov were left at the station of the rail train forever.

Assassination, sniping, raids, and then a large number of Eldar star darts shot into the narrow carriage.

The regiment-level guards of the Eighth Regiment of Kritov were well-equipped, but under this premeditated precision attack, they could only die on the spot.

As the initiator of this "massacre", the leader of the tribe warriors, Morfi, only expressed hypocritical "regret" for the destruction of this unit, and asked his superiors puzzled questions at the end of the battlefield.

"Why do we want to participate in the battle of the monkeys?"

"Because of the prophecy." Alsteen certainly would not tell his true intentions, which were secrets before all the mysteries were revealed.

"Because the prophets "saw" everything that happened here, and we have the obligation to turn those futures into reality."

He just habitually came up with a cookie-cutter reason to prevaricate and perfunctory the subordinates in front of him.

Morfi did not dare to ask more about this "reason" that could be called a master key.

Yes, in a sense, Alsteen's words were not wrong.

His order just now was indeed fulfilling the will of the Prophet Council for the "prophecy".

But what no one knew was that at the moment when the two Eldar Arks were fighting together, the Prophet Council's understanding of the same prophecy was not completely unified.

As an envoy sent by the Uswe Ark, Alsteen obviously had some subtle reservations in his grasp and decision of the specific situation on the front line of the battlefield.

On the surface, Alsteen would of course resolutely implement the unified will of the two Arks, find the "lost key" mentioned in the "prophecy" as quickly as possible, and then recover it.

But on the other hand, he also dared not forget a bit, forgetting that he was on the eve of departure.

He was found by his own prophet, and he first knew that his mentor on the way had found it privately, and then gave the order.

"The key is not important! What is important is the cursed person!"

"The cursed person?"

Alsteen recalled his confusion at the time, because he did not know that any "human" had been cursed by them.

"I can't see him!" Alsteen looked at his mentor and asked, but his mentor did not give an answer.

"I can't see it either." His mentor said, and then gave Alsteen a shocking "oracle" in his confusion.

"But there is an oracle in the Pantheon:

At the end of the third era of the rotation of the galactic center, in the darkness closest to greed.

The gatekeeper who is not abandoned will patrol in the sleepwalking of the skeleton.

And in the will of the two arks, they will "see" the cursed one who is attracted by the key."

"Oracle?" Alsteen murmured, and the thoughts in his brain brought him from memories to reality.

The oracle of the gods has its own power, and all Alsteen can do is to respect and obey.

Although he has thousands of doubts and puzzles in his mind, since the oracle has been descended, there will be a day when it will become a reality.

And that day really came.

Not long ago, if it is based on the human way of timekeeping, it was thirty standard Terra days ago.

Alsteen worked on his exclusive bone warship as usual.

And just after he organized the communication between the warship and the ground forces in the name of the representative of the Prophet Council in accordance with the Eldar regulations under the state of war.

In his habitual meditation, he really, unexpectedly, saw the "cursed existence" in the divine oracle!

No, that was not a real sight, but in the capture of the trajectory of fate, in countless possibilities and real fantasies, he saw the existence of the "lost key".

And it was this "key" that he had examined countless times in the long river of fate, but at this delicate moment, it showed him an unprecedented possibility!

That was a strand of silk;

That was another direction.

That possibility was hidden behind the endless darkness;

And with the help of the path and the power of the gods, Alsteen clearly saw in the gap of the darkness:

At the end of the strand of silk wrapped around the "key" was a silver crown of thorns with the mark of the gods!

"It really appeared!" Alsteen exclaimed in his soul.

He was almost shocked by this miraculous scene and lost his "personality", and the grasping hand of power that stretched out in the subspace, extending from the soul with countless false and real things, was also reminding him of the danger at the moment with unstable fragmentation and the peeping from the unborn.

"Huh! Calm down... calm down... maintain... maintain..."

The whispers of the subspace howled in his ears, and the teachings of the Prophet's Way emerged in his mind with difficulty.

Discipline... behavior...

Ritual... mapping...

The cold staff was tightly grasped by him, and even his slender nails turned pale from blood loss.

The "layers" and "personality" that were on the verge of losing control were stabilized by reason again;

Alsteen, who had freed his hands, finally gained a little sense of security and howled angrily at the outsiders entrenched in his brain!

"Get out! Outsider! Don't try to distort my will! Get out of my brain!"

"Yes... Yes... As you wish..." The voice wandered between laughter and crying, just like its own existence was full of distortion and unknown.

It and the pain it brought slowly retreated under Alsteen's power, but the echo that still hovered in his mind still showed the evil and blasphemy of the unborn:

"Remember... Remember... It was me who chose you, not you who expelled me..."

"Get out!" Alsteen's roar echoed in reality, and his guards walked in from the door of the meditation room.

This tribe warrior who was responsible for "guarding" and "supervision" at the same time was just tied up by the temporary intelligence delivered by the ground troops.

And after she hurriedly returned to the outside of the meditation room and heard the roar of Alsteen from the room, her heart, which had been hanging, finally relaxed.

"You are out of control, Alsteen." Her expression was hidden behind the mask.

Alsteen didn't know which of these words was more of a threat or an action.

But fortunately, the other party was also at fault, and this was not the first time he had faced such a situation.

"You also failed in your duty." Alsteen said.

"... Very good, I will accept my punishment." The tribe warrior looked at him and gave his answer after a long silence.

Alsteen, who didn't say a word, took a deep breath after the other party disappeared from his sight.

"The Cursed... Crown... Oh, and the Thorns..."

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