The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing Karras Ture respond so readily and confidently, Sochoyan naturally had nothing more to say, and said slowly:

"Well, then I'll leave it to Master Karras."

"Yes, Your Highness, I will certainly live up to your expectations."

After that, Sochoyan and Veronica went to Maranthai. After recuperation, Halathel had reached the point where he could be awakened, and only by awakening it could they continue to the next step.

Arriving again in the former crystal dome of Maranthai, Sochoyan found that it had undergone tremendous changes since he had last seen it. The original broken dome had been repaired, and a huge, simple rectangular spirit bone floor covered the floor with interlocking patterns. The huge paintings decorating the walls had been repainted. These gorgeous colored murals depicted ancient eldar legends and scenes of the gods' battles in paradise.

The previously broken roof had also been restored, artistically decorated with gold threads and jewels. These items were assembled in complex patterns to form the faces of the Eldar gods. If one stood in different positions in the room, the faces looking down would also change, showing the Eldar's superb artistic skills.

The high platform where the seers used to gather and talk had been replaced. A wide spirit bone base occupied the center of the crystal dome. It was as tall as Sochoyan's waist, and its top was inlaid with exquisite rune patterns decorated with bright crystals. The runes and crystals were each composed of six colors: blue, green, red, black, gray, and white. A huge amber sphere floated in the center of the base, slowly rotating with a gauze-like white mist.

That was also the first time Sochoyan saw Halathel.

It was a huge white lion. It seemed that the world spirits would choose some kind of beast when choosing their appearance, and they all liked white very much. Therefore, the symbol of the Halathel kingdom was the head of a roaring white lion.

But at this moment, it was just lying motionless in the amber sphere.

As a world spirit, it, like the white deer of the Linnaeus Kingdom, had a sacred appearance. While being completely white, it also had a gorgeous golden mane. Its beautiful and majestic body was four to five meters long. The fangs and claws born for hunting were all retracted. Its forelimbs were folded together, its head was weakly pressed on them, and its tail was curled under its hind legs. In addition, it had a crystal-like horn on its forehead.

Veronica walked onto the base platform and reached out to touch the amber. Then, a halo radiated from her body, and the solidified energy gradually melted.

At the same time, light shone out from the base, piercing the top of the room, forming a white crack, just like a flower blooming. The base split open, and six parts extended in all directions, revealing a rainbow of light below the suspended world spirit.

After a while, the light gradually dimmed, and a slender tree trunk stretched out, covered with rough white bark, not much thinner than Sochoyan's arm. Branch-like forks held up the six crystals high.

Then, a huge life energy overflowed like a surge, both gentle and violent. Even Bandaram outside the dome sensed it, spread its wings, and let out a melodious low roar. Emerald-like energy surged on its body, seemingly echoing its mother.

At this time, the surviving people of Halathel in the dome knelt down and prayed to the mother goddess Isha, praying that the world spirit of their homeland could awaken.

Sochoyan stared at Veronica's back, then looked at the sleeping white lion. Then, his mind connected with Veronica again, and he saw what Veronica saw—

In the sky, a terrifying giant creature roared like thunder, throwing small, screaming beasts to the ground one by one.

Soon, swarms of small creatures covered in dark purple carapace swarmed in, forming an ocean of chitin, fangs, and claws, as if to grab the highest point of the mountain and pull it to the ground.

On the other side of the mountain, Eldar wearing white armor were also defending their homeland to the death. Winged dragon knights were fighting to the death in the sky with enemies that outnumbered them by thousands of times. Most of them were drowned in the black cloud formed by winged beasts and disappeared without a trace before they could even scream, leaving no bones behind.

And on the ground, the corpses of giant dragons could be seen everywhere. Many tiny, strange devouring insects covered them, decomposing their flesh and bones at an extremely fast speed.

Even the earth and forests were not spared. Where the insect swarm went, there was only decay and death.

Sochoyan sighed, feeling a familiar sadness, and reached out to put his arm around Veronica's shoulder.

Even in this desperate situation, the barbaric Eldar still held on to their homeland. They built strong defenses in higher terrain, determined to hold on to every area that had not yet been poisoned.

A huge beast wielding four scythe arms broke through the defense line and broke into the Eldar's position, and then cut off the heads and arms of several Eldar with a sharp death spin, but at this time the ground under its feet suddenly turned over, and a huge white lion broke out of the ground and directly pounced on the Tyranid and bit off the opponent's head with one blow, and then threw it aside.

The participation of the world spirit made the Eldar cheer. Then the white lion raised its head, and the unicorn on its head burst out with dazzling psychic sparks, and then a violent current swept across the battlefield, turning a large area of ​​Tyranids into charred remains.

But before it could make any follow-up moves, dozens of psychic lightning bolts roared, and the white lion propped up a psychic shield but only supported it for a moment before being knocked back.

In the sky, several floating psychic brain worms, surrounded by gargoyles, approached maliciously.

Roar——

In a low roar like a Titan engine, Sochoyan saw the lion open its eyes, light blue eyes, first angry, and then turned to sadness when it saw Veronica.

It propped up its limbs and stood up unsteadily, came to Veronica, its furry head drooped and rubbed against Veronica, and she reached out and gently hugged its head, her palm stroked its face, and at that moment Sochoyan seemed to hear a sob from the lion's throat.

"This is not your fault, you have done your best, Halathel, at least they are all alive, the blood of the homeland is still there, hope is still there"

The white lion opened its eyes, and at this time it had recovered from its previous listless state, and the majestic kingly temperament returned to it. Then it raised its head and let out a high-pitched roar, as if the entire spirit bone structure of the ark world was shaking because of its roar. The survivors of Halathel also cheered, reminding many people of the most famous spectacle of their former hometown, called White Lion Summons the Sun - whenever a rare solar eclipse appeared, the white lion would stand on the highest peak of the world and use its roar to summon the sun back. In fact, it was adjusting the satellite's trajectory.