PFC Chapter 568 Ark History Ghost Hall
Chapter 568 Ark History Ghost Hall
"Iyanden, floating among the stars on the eastern border, was once the greatest world-ship of the Eldar Empire.
Their prophet was the inventor of the infinite loop soul storage technology. With this technology, the Ark Eldar can safely navigate the galaxy without having their souls snatched away by the Lady of Thirst.
Wandering across the galaxy, they form close allies with the Bayetaan Ark, attempting to eliminate Chaos and restore the Eldar Empire.
My homeland is from Bayet... It's a pity that I got the artifact in order to summon the god of death.
I destroyed Bayet's keel, breaking it into pieces and turning it into a group of small arks.
Iyanden also experienced countless life and death situations, but the temple carrying the holy fire of Father Asuryan has never been extinguished.
However, one of the Tyranids' tentacle, the Kraken Hive Fleet, shattered all hope.
In order to keep the broken Ark running, Iyanden's Eldar had to awaken a large number of Netherworld constructs back to the world of the living.
In the past, Iyanden connected countless worlds, and the dome was bustling with life.
Today, it is just a shadow of its former glory, a gloomy and desolate container.
The dead are walking, the living are withering away. It is a place where souls are almost dying.
Eldar Ark Worlds, of varying sizes, are basically all "planetary" level
Because of the strong bond between the Iyanden Eldar and the dead, they are the Ark Eldar who best understand the philosophy of the Death Army."
In a deep valley, Evelyne, standing in front of the French window, told Rebos the story between the Death Army and Iyanden.
However, Rebos did not care about such past events. He was concerned about the task that the other party was going to give him.
"So, the Death Army and Iyanden are not directly affiliated. We are simply Eldar forces working towards the same goal."
On the transport ship, Evelyne told Rebos the story. As the ship passed by the layers of forested cities, a desolate ruin gradually appeared under their feet.
Although the environment and atmosphere here are mixed with the style of the Eldar, there is an indescribable sense of distortion and confusion.
"So many people died in that war that the Infinite Circuit's spirit bones absorbed so much spiritual energy that they became overcharged and uncontrollable.
The Silent Forest, a dome once filled with flora from a long-dead world, is now home to shimmering crystal trees.
Destroyed by the Tyranids, the Wraith Bastion of Red Moon Keep has been reborn as a mausoleum, where crystal statues of fallen warriors forever guard the battlements.
The ancient temple became empty, the bloodline living inside had been permanently ended by Tyranids, and the gate was blocked by invading spirit bones. Anyone who wanted to enter could only grope underground.
Normally, these matters of reshaping would be handled by the Craftworld's Bonesingers, but they are too few in number, and the will of the dead is too strong.
Now, even if hundreds of bone-singers attacked at the same time, there would be no way to reshape the mutated spirit bone structure.
These places eventually became ghost halls, trapped in the twilight between the material and the spiritual.
At first, the living tried to reclaim the Ghost Hall, but they soon gave up, entering the forest and the ruined rooms without risking madness.
The woods are filled with strange plants and the uneven ground is full of traps.
And the crystals in the room brought out strange reflections and fragments of memories, and the breeze that shouldn't have been there was mixed with the echoes of a sad song.
The Ghost Hall has become the kingdom of the dead, with ghosts running rampant there. Those who should have returned to the circuit are all affected by the mutated soul pathways.
Even Iyanna, the strongest soul guide on the Ark, could not calm their restless souls. The mental shock they had to endure after entering was unimaginably heavy.
So, they decided it would be better to leave Ghost Hall to the ghosts.”
Seen from the air, the lush forest is composed of twisted and distorted spirit bone crystals, which grow wildly in the form of sheets, flocs, columns, etc.
It has the roots of the Eldar, but not the elegance of Eldar things.
“It’s like bone cancer.”
"That's right..a cancer that can't be stopped."
Iyanna and the others were already standing in front of the dilapidated square, quietly.
"Is there a map of the terrain that has been explored?" Rebos asked silently while looking at the ruins of the battle.
Yiyanna shook her head and said, “Yes, but it’s just the general location.
Because, the interior of the Ghost Hall is undergoing slow but continuous irregular changes.
The only things that remain unchanged are the unshakable ghosts."
As if in response to Iyanna's words, a faint howling sound came from the crystal forest.
Iyanna gripped her staff tightly, looking at it like a thorn in her flesh, deeply rooted in the Ghost Hall of the Ark World.
This place was telling these already miserable exiles about the joys and sorrows of the past, stirring their already fragile nerves.
"Where are my people?"
Evelyne nodded to Malès and Silandri, and then Malès had someone bring the cage over.
Caroline inside had been stripped of her nun-style power armor, leaving only a piece of rags to cover the scars on her body.
Even in this situation, Caroline still maintained a high spirit. She knelt on the ground with a pious expression. No wind, rain or blasphemy could change her faith.
"Where's the other one?"
Silandri clasped his hands together and then suddenly opened them, and a small webway immediately appeared in the sky.
"Only death can stop me!"
Hemiel roared and quickly descended, surveying his left and right, ready to strike. Before he even touched the ground, he suddenly hurled the dim halberd in his hand.
Victor dodged to the side, muttering why he should stab Lilith instead of him.
The moment he landed, Hemiel had already drawn out the Sword of Mercy and pounced forward like a tiger, but he did not take the next step.
"Lin Heng." Adalard clenched his fist.
When the name she had been thinking about day and night appeared, Caroline, who had been praying, immediately opened her eyes. Seeing that Reisbo was fine, the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. A tear of gratitude fell from the corner of her eye.
"Lin Heng, are you okay?" Caroline said happily, holding the railing.
Seeing the two of them flirting with each other, Lilith felt uncomfortable and turned around to leave the scene.
"Alien... should be... killed..."
Hemiel was still trying to resist Aidalad's psychic control, but the opponent's strength had reached a transcendent level. Even those as strong as the Imperial Guards were just toys in his hands.
"I need your help. We'll discuss the details after we get in. Refusing to obey won't change the outcome."
Rebos signaled to untie the restraints, and the next moment Hemiel roared out, but the sword in his hand did not chop Lilith who was lying on her back.
"I don't want any uncontrollable changes in my plan."
Rebos stood in front of Hemiel, the blade less than two millimeters away from his head.
Lilith didn't look back. She just curled her lips as she listened and continued walking away.
Hemiel looked around, and he was unwilling to accept the sight of so many aliens. Hemiel looked around, and he was unwilling to accept the sight of so many aliens, and now the ones who stopped him were actually his own companions in battle.
"You? Get out of the way!"
Facing the angry Hemiel, Rebos did not retreat at all, and his eyes revealed absolute determination.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's better to break than to bend. Comoros is in need of prey like this."
Victor laughed and kicked the halberd that was stuck in the ground back. With a "bang", it was grasped tightly by Rebos who didn't even turn his head.
"Caroline, do you believe me?" Rebos looked at Hemiel and said.
"Faith. Your coming is the will of the God-Emperor. Although I do not understand, I will obey."
After a moment's silence, Hemiel retracted his sword, but his hand remained clenched tightly.
"You owe me a lot of explaining to do."
"There will be answers. I have no need to lie."
Rebos handed over the halberd, and Hemiel looked at it and took it.
After resolving their companions' concerns with a few words, the equipment they needed was delivered to the open space through the cabinet.
Although Hemiel's adamantine armor still shines, it has many more battle scars than before. One can imagine how many clown warriors have used him as a whetstone in the past few days.
The gaps on the Blade of Compassion and the Sentinel Halberd also represent that the other side has taken the heads of many performers.
He silently picked up the matching magazine and energy battery, and armed himself to an outstanding level once again.
Caroline fumbled for the number scratched off the nun-type power armor. The silver-white armor belonged to a sister of the Holy Rose.
"I can't give you an explanation now. Only after completing this task will the answer become clear.
I know you don’t understand me and don’t understand what I’m doing...To be honest, I don’t know either.
I just follow my thoughts and use all available resources to achieve my goals.”
"What is your goal?" Hemiel asked in a muffled voice after swallowing the nutrient solution.
"You don't need to pay attention to my goal. We are only halfway through. There is still a long way to go. You may not necessarily participate in it."
"Then tell me, is it for the empire or for yourself? Is it for everyone or for selfish desires?"
When asked this question to Ribos, there were only two possible answers in his logic engine, because he knew that even if he could quibble, the other party would understand the answer at this moment.
"I believe in him, just as I believe in the God-Emperor."
Caroline pulled the bolt of the gun, and the click of the loading sound made Hermione's sight shift slightly. When he saw the unknown nun stand up, a trembling feeling rose in his soul.
Aidalad and others in the distance felt the fleeting breath, and they all focused their eyes on the direction of the open space.
"Danger..." Victor bowed and said cautiously.
"It's scary..." Marles shrank back, holding his chest.
Evelyne, Aidalad, and Silandri looked at each other. Possessing deep subspace power, they could better understand the source of this aura.
"Marrus?"
Evelyne hurriedly asked the other party, after all, Marles was the first person to get those weapons.
Marles quickly shook her head, saying that the gun had not changed at all when she took over.
Facing the gaze from Aidalad, Evelyne knew that the other party had not anticipated the emergence of such a situation... Then is it possible that this guy is really more than just a connection of fate?
"I have a feeling that this guy will succeed." Curtain Walker Silandri said confidently.
"Pfft!"
Without any hesitation, the throne guard lowered his proud head, put aside his stubborn self-esteem, knelt on one knee, placed his hand on his chest and prayed devoutly.
"His Majesty..."
With his head lowered and his eyes subdued, he felt the heavy breath of "Truth". Hemiel did not notice the twitch on Rebos's face. After completing a series of respectful prayer ceremonies, he stood up and said nothing.
He understood that the weapon radiated the Emperor's majesty because this psychic-negative Battle Sister had activated it.
On the one hand, it is because this ancient weapon is an absolute sacred object, and on the other hand, it is because this girl has an inseparable connection with the emperor.
Living saint...Hermiel thought so.
"Let's go."
Rebos stepped into the dense forest, Caroline followed closely behind, and Hemiel followed. The moment the three of them entered the hall, an inexplicable chill spread.
It was as if the long-silent environment was broken, and a stale smell began to flow with their arrival.
Because there is no human maintenance, the dense forest looks very desolate. Dry fallen leaves and spirit bone crystals are piled on the ground, covering each other layer by layer, like tree rings telling visitors how long this place has been in decline.
"Dangers come from two sources: material and spiritual. We might be attacked by lost ghostly beings, or by something as ethereal as a soul."
"Humph."
Hemiel snorted coldly, holding the halberd tightly, he was not afraid of any physical objects.
"it is good."
Caroline nodded slightly. The combination of negative psychic energy and "truth" made her fearless in the face of non-material existence.
With these two people, Rebos calculated that the success rate is 30% higher than that of others. Although there are characters that are more powerful than these two, when they are unfamiliar and difficult to control, unity is much more important than a single person army.
The three of them walked silently into the depths of the dense forest. The synthetic light shot from the dome into the dense forest, and was refracted by the spirit bone crystal trees into a bizarre world.
Those twisted branches of wraithbone tore down the path of civilization, leaving only a chaotic and barbaric mess.
Rebos, who was leading the way, was using his hands and feet to walk through the woods when suddenly something seemed to be staring at him from the trees on the side.
"Thin soul body, energy coefficient 6.55, danger level corresponds to level Miou."