Chapter 550 The King of Bones

Big fish eat small fish, one thing conquers another. Although these Tyranid swarms fought hard before they died, they could not survive for too long in the elusive waves of skinners.

A webway gate embedded in the Blackstone Spire was activated, and Valgur was even happier. He raised the wine glass in his hand and poured it into his mouth. "Oh, look, it's the collaborator of Alaitoc Ark!"

The Eldar wearing blue armor and yellow helmets appeared from the webway gate, led by a prophet, and beside him were elite rangers equipped with spears.

However, these are not all the Eldar troops. In Valgur's sight, in the folds of space covered by psychic instruments, there is an army composed of Eldar dead souls.

Raising his hand to stop the impulse of the skinners, Valgur gave the Eldar prophet a fully safe environment to communicate.

The melodious voice reverberated under the influence of the prophet's helmet, making the prophet's real voice impossible to capture. The prophet extended a long-bladed scepter to Valgur and said coldly, "The location of our people."

"Oh, you like working too much, don't you? Come and try the food?" Valgur was very hospitable and specially asked a few skinners to bring stools. Valgur pointed to the new stools and the dishes on the table that had not been touched and introduced them carefully.

"Do you see this white jade bone? Does it look familiar to you? This is made of the leg bones of the Eldar children who have not grown up yet. It is really not easy to find so many leg bones in a race like yours with low fertility."

".Prophet. Let me shoot this bastard." A ranger couldn't stand this humiliation, and he clenched his gun.

Valgur didn't care about the ranger's hatred, and still entertained the guests in a lively tone.

"Well~ and this dish~ is delicious~" He picked up a gorgeous and luxurious plate. The plate was assembled from shining soul stones. Some were big and some were small, but they were not tightly fitted. Blood flowed from the gaps and flowed onto the table, turning into pieces of blood tofu that had not yet solidified.

"Oh~ Lord Talamarco, you are a bit rude~" Valgur beat down the skinner who tried to jump on the table to lick, and brought the plate in front of the prophet Alaitok.

The prophet suppressed the anger and hatred in her heart. She raised her mask stiffly, looked at Valgur's cold metal face, and responded to his enthusiasm with silence.

Valgur finally showed a hint of madness hidden under his elegant nature. After all, among a group of lunatics, the more normal one looks, the crazier he is. He got closer and closer to the prophet, and the evil spirit and soulless chill on his body infected the Eldar warriors.

They wanted to attack the Lost Lord, but they saw the miserable state of their own dismemberment in the virtual image that flashed before their eyes.

Valgur held the prophet's hands so proudly and forcefully, and put the bloody tray in his hand into her hands.

"Take a bite?"

The prophet's hand armor was stained with blood. She looked at Valgur's huge and cold body, and her eyes passed over his shoulders and saw the army of skinners surrounding him.

The Alaitok Craft World hated the dead so much that they would rather put their strength on destroying the graves of the dead than the invasion of Chaos.

But facing the mad king of the ghoul star zone, the prophet knew that he had no chance of winning. Not to mention that the mad king still had precious information about two Craft Worlds in his hands.

For the Eldar today, the destruction of the two arks is unimaginable. This is to nail a few more nails into their already closed coffin.

The prophet painfully held the tray made of the soul stones of her people. She could hear the pain of the souls of her people in these soul stones, but she could do nothing but listen to Valgur's orders and pick up a piece of meat on the plate.

This meat is definitely the flesh of a dissected Eldar, and it is the flesh of the Wild Eldar. I wonder how many of their relatives these skinners have killed.

The prophet thought painfully, and tears came out of her eyes under the helmet due to sadness and anger. She slapped the piece of meat on her helmet and stuffed it into the mouth design, just like a skinner eating.

When the piece of meat was stuck on the helmet and could not fall off easily, Valgur's satisfied applause came. "Very good, this is the attitude that a partner should have."

"Then what do we want?" The prophet's tone was very low, and the Eldar warrior responsible for protecting her also lowered his head sadly.

But Valgur didn't care how these Eldar would view their own incompetence. One hand reached into the cloak behind him, and the cloak grew a mouth, and then spit out a pyramid made of black stone.

"Everything you want is here. Happy cooperation~ This exquisite plate is for you. Enjoy it on the way, so that no one will say that we, Drazar, are not hospitable."

"No more cooperation. Next time I will eliminate you filth."

"The weak always like to say some harsh words before leaving."

The people of Alaitoc's Ark disappeared into the gate of the webway. The prophet picked up the black stone pyramid and used psychic energy to stimulate the device to start.

A star map of the ghoul star zone appeared in front of the warriors. In the depths of the dark wreckage of the stars, two huge red dots flashed. Alaitoc's prophet knew that was the location of the missing Bjetan and Iyanden's Ark.

A burning sensation came from the prophet's arm. Amid the buzzing sound and the sound of carving stone, a crystal on her arm had one more side, and at the same time, there were many more coordinates of the tomb world.

The prophet looked at these coordinates, a little absent-minded. It wasn't until the flesh on her helmet fell off that she reacted.

She thought that the ancient crystal map found by Alaitok was the key to destroying the dead. These crystals recorded the location of every tomb world in the galaxy. Alaitok's Ark could also use it to find the tombs of sleeping dead and throw the captured skinners into the graves.

It was a pleasant thing to watch the ancient enemy turn into a group of brainless beasts, but now, this situation has deviated from their imagination.

How could she and other prophets have thought that the skinners would also gather closely together? She was terrified when she thought of the scale of the Drazar skinners.

Thousands of years of destruction have created a powerful enemy for this universe, a corpse-eating country that is powerful enough to make the Tyranid swarm turn around and run away.

"Let's rescue them first. Then warn the human empire. I hope they can understand the warning in our mouths and don't treat them maliciously as before." The prophet sighed, and then disappeared into the structure of the webway with his men.

Staven, where did you go? Oh, you know, monkey friend.