A thought for the day: Cognition is ignorance, and what you ask for may not be what you get.

"Is this here? Prophet."

When the nearby Eldar dispersed, the Phoenix Lord who returned to the camp tent held the strange-shaped weapon in his hand and looked at the prophet Elise in front of him and asked.

"Well... yes, it's right here."

Elise endured the abnormality of perception and responded to the Phoenix Lord's question. In her instinctive psychic touch, the body standing in front of her did not have any soul.

This existence named Phoenix Lord, its reality on the physical level and emptiness on the soul level, caused a huge tear in Elise's cognition.

Even though she had come into contact with the knowledge of Phoenix Lords on the path of prophet a long time ago, when she was lucky enough to face a Phoenix Lord directly, the confusion caused by this imbalance of senses still made her feel strong discomfort.<

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No, it's not just discomfort.

After experiencing the death of her best friend in a short period of time, Elise's mental defenses had flaws unknowingly.

And when the impact of sensory imbalance threatened her mental defense line again, the Eldar Prophet, who was in an unprotected state in the subspace, obviously fell into a more dangerous situation.

The huge chaos and negative emotions were like a mudslide, rushing towards her mental defense line with a long and unstoppable force; and in a hurry, she was unprepared and her mental state was extremely poor, but she had no chance to break away and advance to a higher realm.

Be defensive.

Fortunately, Anna Suel had enough experience. After she noticed something strange about Elise, she immediately used her own power to intervene.

Her cold soul is like a cursed blade, keeping those whispering filth away.

Taking advantage of this precious window, she reminded the young prophet in a soul-level way:

"Quick!

Suppress your instinct to perceive and stop trying to understand me!

Or give yourself a psychological hint and mark my existence as something like a spiritual bone construct."

"Yes...yes."

Elise awkwardly withdrew her psychic perception from the body of her former best friend.

She quickly raised her spirit to a higher state, and her rationality and calmness gradually returned as her soul ascended. The disgusting whispers in her ears gradually became far away amidst the unwilling curses and curses.
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"Huh..." Elise took three deep breaths before slowly opening her tired eyes.

After she dealt with the huge mental pain according to the advice of its source, the danger of mental defense collapse was finally eliminated temporarily.

After the young prophet struggled out of the crisis of soul loss, his physical pain was reduced to an acceptable level.

But Elise still didn't want to look at the Phoenix Lord in front of her, even though she knew that his soul actually existed based on that armor.

There was no soul fluctuation in the other party's hollow body, and when compared with reality, she had a psychological effect similar to the human "uncanny valley".

Her rational panic and sensory imbalance made her extremely embarrassed.

In this case, the closer Annasul behaves to ordinary people, the more intense the panic she causes to psychically sensitive people like Elise.

"Don't worry about it, kid.

Ignoring the fact that I occupy your friend's body, theoretically speaking, my current state is indeed a constructed life."

The Phoenix Lord explained to the young prophet in a voice familiar to Elise, while raising his arm covered with bone armor and moving silently.

Like every gladiator who is told what weapons to use when they appear on the stage, she is seizing every precious minute to become familiar with the flexibility and vitality of this young body.

In Prophet Elise's senses, this body is now like a highly sophisticated doll.

Because of its structure, it imitates its friend's posture and movements closely enough.

But precisely because of this, when Elise stood in front of this monster, she seemed to feel that every pore of the monster was exuding an inhuman horror.

"Where are your other colleagues? Are they ready?"

Anasul's calm tone reminded the young prophet and saved her from endless negative emotions again.

She belatedly breathed in the stale air on the hulk. Just now, her mind was only a few centimeters away from the fingers of the desperate lady.

"Yes, they are ready."

Elise looked at Anasul gratefully, but her soft neck stiffened for the next second due to fear.

"Haha~"

After getting the information she wanted, the Phoenix Lord had no reason to stay. She left the small tent with a chuckle and started to warm up with dance steps full of fighting rhythm.

Elise stood there with a complicated expression, silent for a long time.

This is probably Anna Suel's last battle. In the fate predicted when the altar was created, this is her last resurrection.

"She will eventually die at the hands of the enemy in the cold tomb of endless steel, fighting to save the fate of the Ark."

Not only Elise knows this fate that was predicted thousands of years ago, but Anna Suul also knows it.

Elise could not imagine how the young daughter of the first leader of Ark, that pure child known for her talent in music and literature in history, could seal the conscience and sensibility in her soul after putting on the helmet, and become one of the best among all the tribes in Ark.

The coldest war blade.

She is the most special one, everyone knows this.

Unlike the Phoenix Lords of all other tribes, every time Anna Suul wakes up with a special mission, it is the result of the careful guidance of the prophets.

Because her resurrection is different from other Phoenix Lords, it has a limited number of times. Her resurrection is too precious and can only be used at the most critical moment of the Ark.

Every time she returns and fights, it means the death of an enemy. And as the enemy dies, Anna Suul will be twice as powerful the next time she is resurrected.

But these have their limits after all, and this resurrection is Anna Suul’s last elegy:

It had been prophesied when she first established the Night Blade Shrine, and this battle was her last contribution to Ark Esalan.

"Where is the enemy?" The dancer who is about to take the stage makes final confirmation to the announcer. The costume is ready, and all she is waiting for is the bright lights and the spotlight.

"Right ahead, on the stage of destiny."

Elise said to Anasul.

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"What is that?"

A certain Astartes veteran passed through the dusty gap after the explosion and looked at the glorious and magnificent space in front of him and said in shock.

The tactical team at the front moved forward and had penetrated deep into the third layer of the space hulk.

After passing through the ruins of the human hulk on the outer layer and the wreckage of the alien civilization hulk on the second layer, the team of soldiers unexpectedly saw traces of suspected human civilization again in the third layer of the hulk.

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It was a sanctuary, and its gorgeous decoration and tall pillars illustrate its function.

But it is not only a family that satisfies spiritual needs. Anyone who understands the splendid civilization in the fog of history can understand the functional essence of its superb technology under its gorgeous decoration by just taking a glance.

The huge palace opened in front of the team that broke through the door. The hundreds of meters high dome and surrounding corridors have obvious aesthetics of human civilization.

There is a huge circular platform in the open space in the center, which is climbed up by metal steps made of the same material as the dome.

The Astartes maintained their battle formation and walked slowly forward in this majestic hall. From the perspective of the high dome, these giants were as small as insects.

Bang...bang...bang...

Heavy footsteps stepped on the smooth ground. While the Astartes carefully observed the surroundings, their queue was gradually approaching the center of the hall.

The originally gentle steps in the distance looked extremely huge when viewed up close. The gold sculptures and ornaments surrounding the entire circular platform at the top of the steps, while the gems inlaid on them shone brightly, they also emitted a familiar mechanical sound.

Humming.

Oh! Machinery, running machinery!

These battle-hardened and knowledgeable Astartes finally began to get excited.

Relics of civilization!

There is basic energy supply!

Plenty of complete equipment!

This information was gathered in the minds of the team at the front, and finally formed the ultimate word that all imperial technicians dream about - STC!

After being shocked, they immediately began to use the equipment on their bodies to record the details here and prepare to send a report to the rear.

The Gray Knights accompanying the team directly converted what they saw into spiritual information, which was transmitted to the rear through the will of the legion.

"Marked as HH5, depth 65. Unit number 11. Our unit has arrived at the core of the target. It is suspected that civilization relics have been discovered. We are now reporting to the command node..."

The team members are working nervously and excitedly, and the original tense emotions and fighting consciousness are gradually replaced by excitement.

When the members of the team were taking pictures of the surrounding facilities, they also walked up the steps.

Bang...bang...bang...

The footsteps of the Terminators stepped on the metal floor, and the thick echo showed the reliability of its material.

The Astartes all focused their attention on the surrounding facilities and possible threats in the distance, while the open space in the center of the "platform" was ignored due to previous repeated investigations.
To be continued...