Chapter 948: Even if it’s a God, so what
Facing Victor's attitude of judge, the old woman's mask remained motionless, and even her eyes did not ripple at all. She just bowed a little deeper:
"Witch spirits generally like these creatures. With their assistance, they can exert greater strength, whether in daily research, prayer, or fighting when necessary. Witch spirits can amplify their power, or directly draw energy from them when necessary. In addition, their combat effectiveness is indeed good, so we like to hire them."
"This is the first time I've heard of the situation you're describing. The ancient universe is full of secrets, and the Wuling Cult has never recorded that humans can actually reach an agreement with some energy creatures. As a result, we didn't examine their origins carefully enough, and we didn't expect that they were actually human spies. I am willing to take responsibility for this and accept the punishment."
Victor shook his head in disappointment.
"Old woman, old woman, at this moment, you are still trying to evade me with these statements?"
His fingers slid again.
The holographic projection suddenly switched, and the perspective switched from the battlefield to a high-altitude bird's-eye view, with the "Secret Files of the Witch Cult - Shadow Corridor" clearly marked.
A familiar translucent Storm Heroic Spirit, its body structure fluctuating in an extremely regular manner. As it fluctuates, an inconspicuous prismatic psychic information terminal in the corner of the archives, with an extremely hidden, needle-sized rune interface on its side, is flashing an almost imperceptible light in sync.
This is receiving and transmitting information.
"This is what we captured with the 'Eyes of True Vision' of three Haemonchi." Victor's voice suddenly turned stern. "Every time it approaches the Shadow Corridor, the same information interface has a regular flow of information overflowing, old woman! Don't tell me that an energy body would go to the corner where your cult hides historical materials to do an energy dance!"
Something seemed to flicker in the old woman's eyes. "The archive keeper has reported that these mercenaries have a strong and strange curiosity about the ancient knowledge of the Eldar. But the cult abides by the holy law and has never released the core secrets... I still want to emphasize that we don't know they are human spies. This can only be regarded as the witch elves' indulgence of their cute pets. Please forgive me."
"The indulgence of a cute pet... or you can talk."
Victor sneered, and threw out the third picture fiercely!
It was no longer a battlefield or archive in the human world, but an extremely strange spiritual scan image! A record of the "Soul Image Technique" performed by the high-level witches of the Witch Spirit Cult! The picture was extremely unstable, filled with screaming soul fragments and a scarlet background.
There is an old woman in the center of the picture!
She was wearing a grand sacrificial war dress, and her face was not an expressionless silver-white mask, but a skull visor inlaid with blood-red rubies, representing the identity of a high priest. She was holding her hands high, presiding over an evil ceremony! Surrounded by dozens of wildly dancing priestesses. Their target was a struggling human figure bound to the top of the altar, condensed from pure painful memories!
The power of the ritual fluctuated violently, and a violent mental vortex was connected above the altar.
At the edge of the vortex, several human-shaped storm spirits are clearly visible.
They are not bystanders, but actively draw the violent spiritual energy overflowing from the ceremony.
From the looks of it, it seems that they are being used as 'batteries', as energy pools during the ritual, from which energy is extracted and replenished to the witches during the ritual.
However, if you look more closely, you can see that between the vortex and the heroic spirit, there is a faint stream of symbolic information flashing that is so faint that it requires extremely professional identification to decipher!
Those symbols... are extremely precise, and their core structure clearly depicts some kind of complex circuit that guides energy and connects nodes in a multi-dimensional space!
"Are you going to make excuses, old woman?"
"This is the 'Eye of Mensha' ritual you presided over. The secret book of the cult records that a pure soul of pain is needed to induce the blessing of Mensha, and then by extracting energy, the stability of all the veil ports in Comoros can be maintained. The ritual was successful, but tell me, why after that day, the rune sequence that only appeared in the secret book in your hand appeared on the energy flow map presented by the internal structure of these energy creatures?"
Everything was exposed.
The old woman was an outstanding conspiracy master. She planned many things, and even the energy heroes were unaware of them. They were able to collect the complete Curtain Spirit Gate technology and complete the analysis so quickly and smoothly because someone was helping them in secret.
She thought that everything would be perfect if she did it this way.
However, Victor knew something that even the Storm Spirits did not know.
The silver-white mask worn by the old woman cracked into countless pieces like a spider web and fell off, revealing the face underneath the mask - it was a pale face that still retained the elegance of time, with lines as cold as a knife, and deep eyes filled with lamentation.
"As expected of you, the Black Wizard King, the most outstanding conspiracy master in thousands of years. You have unified Commorragh under your command, and accomplished something that countless conspiracy archons have been unable to do... Wise Black Wizard King, since you know all the answers, why do you need to ask more questions?"
"Because, there is something I have been thinking about for a long time and still can't figure it out." Victor's voice did not change because the old woman finally admitted everything. "Why? Why did you do this?"
"I respect you and I trust you. Apart from this incident, you have never had any other contact with those humans. I have wondered if you introduced foreign enemies in order to replace me and create a wave that would overthrow me, but now it seems that is not the case..."
"Why is that? Please forgive my stupidity, and please help me solve my puzzles like you have every time before."
The old woman answered simply:
"For the prophecy."
This answer greatly aroused Victor's anger!
It seemed that he did not really understand the old woman's motives as he said. On the contrary, he seemed to understand them very clearly, so much so that when the old woman said it, it was like igniting all the pent-up anger in his heart, causing him to behave extremely out of control for the first time!
"For the prophecy? For the prophecy!!!"
"I believe in your prophecy! I have done so many things for this prophecy. I have reconciled the millions of forces in Comoros, large and small, and made them believe that this prophecy determines the fate of every Eldar, and tied them to the chariot. I have tried my best to weaken the Infinite Regiment, always observing and seizing opportunities, and when necessary, I will mobilize the army and go to the extremely dangerous subspace for a military operation for our race."
"I'm almost successful. Both Robert and Gu Jing mentioned in your prophecy have fallen into Comoros. Even though there are some twists and turns in the middle, everything is still under control. The only thing left is to slowly shed the blood of those humans. In our own home turf, we have endless blood of slaves to shed."
"But you brought the alliance in and gave out Comoros' biggest secret. You stabbed me in the most critical place."
"Betrayal, betrayal. I have experienced countless betrayals in my life, but none of them hurt me as much as this one."
"Old woman, old woman. What did I do wrong? The prophecy gave the Eldar a fate, and I decided to put the fate in the hands of the Eldar. What did I do wrong?"
"Do you really want to let those so-called descendants of God make the judgment? Do you really not believe that our great race cannot control its own destiny and complete its own revival with our own hands?"
Faced with a series of questions, the old woman's attitude remained unchanged.
The "daughter" of the God of Mensha just listened patiently until Victor's words were filled with great anger, and the cold wind was extremely fierce. Then she spoke:
"This is Mensha's will, this is the fate of the Eldar. Our race has long lost all vitality, and great rejuvenation is just an unacceptable fantasy. There is no place for us in the future of the universe. Our only way is to join them and become part of the overlords of the universe. Only in this way can we preserve our genes, our culture, our wisdom, and our gods..."
"God! God! God!!!" Victor angrily interrupted the old woman's words, "So what about Mensha? So what about that human false emperor? The same goes for those four despicable and disgusting things in the subspace!"
"Let all these gods die! Nothing can stop the great revival of the Eldar, and nothing can stop me from taking my destiny into my own hands."
"Even if it is the god of our race!"
Victor's face was magnified into a huge shadow under the light cast by the crystal prism.
As his anger was vented, his entire body gradually calmed down.
The anger receded along with the cold wind, leaving only a deeper, unreadable silence. The deep pool-like eyes slowly lifted up, surging with a painful, completely betrayed coldness.
Perhaps, he already understood it.
It wasn't just the old woman who betrayed him, but the god named Mensha, who was worshipped by the dark elves and was the other side of Windsor, standing behind her.
The Dark Eldar worship Mensha with great enthusiasm. Mensha worship is the largest religion in their society, and they often use slaves and even other Dark Elves for bloody sacrifices. The initiator of this worship is the Witch Elves. They believe that they are led by the Crone, the 'Daughter of Mensha'.
Victor was also a believer of Mensa, but now, he spit on that god and sneered at his pathetic nature.
"I will not tolerate any existence that manipulates me and my race at will, no matter what fate is used as an excuse." He shook his head slowly, "Every grain of dust in Comoros filled with pain will dance under my sword. If Mensha helps me, I will believe in Mensha; if Mensha doesn't help me, then he is just a damned subspace creature, not worth caring about."
"Even if everything is really a chess game and a toy of the gods, and everything is destined and unchangeable, I would rather take the Eldar and the entire Comoros with me into hell and into the dust of history!"
The crystal prism behind him shattered as he spoke like a sentence. The light faded, and the huge shadow cast by Victor under the throne shrank back.
His body leaned forward slightly, as if he had used up all his strength to support himself from falling. The withered face of the dark elves was covered with a layer of dead gray. He stretched out his hand - it was not an attack, but more like a powerless expulsion.
“Take the sacrificial knife, old woman.” Victor’s voice was like the wind blowing through the hollow of the bones. “Then, go down.”
It was just the last, light warning, but it was more stinging than any curse.
The old woman knew the result.
No words were needed to judge. Victor's dead eyes, the subtle sound of the broken stone handrail, and the word "sacrifice the knife" pointing to the final ceremony were clear enough.
Her deep eyes stared at the hunched figure on the throne for a long time, until finally, she let out a slight sigh.
The crone does not resist her fate, just as she does not resist the fate of the eldar.
However, her eyes as she looked at Victor gradually showed some compassion.
She looked away and stopped looking without saying anything.
She bowed deeply and silently, which was her final farewell to an old friend who had been with her for countless years.
Then, she turned around slowly, very slowly, her movements like struggling in flowing amber. The hem of her robe, as dark as crow feathers, brushed against the cold ground, dragging and sliding silently towards an inconspicuous arcade entrance at the edge of the meeting room, swallowed by deep darkness.
The darkness was like the huge mouth of a monster, swallowing up her lonely and isolated figure bit by bit, until the last piece of her clothes disappeared in the surging thick shadows, as if she had never set foot in this hall filled with betrayal and judgment.
The only thing left in the air was the faint smell of rotten incense and the withered figure on the throne.
(End of this chapter)
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