OBS Chapter 215 Trump Card
Chapter 215 Trump Card
An hour later, in the Black Water Festival area, underground.
The walls, floors, and domes here are made up of countless stacked mechanical parts and garbage, only slightly reinforced to prevent collapse. Liquids of various colors, sticky and foul-smelling, seep down everywhere.
As an important mining district, the Mechanicus and the Orcs who subsequently occupied this area carried out in-depth mechanical transformations in this area. However, when multiple transformation plans were superimposed on each other, the space in this area became extremely complex. Even the infinitely reproducing Orcs could not discover or set foot in some places.
This is the case here. It is located underground in an abandoned industrial raw material processing plant in the Heisui District. An earthquake many years ago tore open a narrow and hidden hole here. Now it has been discovered by the elves and transformed into a temporary stronghold.
At the deepest part of the rift, there were small Eldar spaceships, and in the lead ship, Howard and the Eldar prophet sat opposite each other on either side of a long table.
Howard sat in a chair, and the elves beside him kept injecting various strange liquids into his body and drawing his blood for testing.
With sufficient nutrition, the wounds on his body were healing at an incredible speed. The half of his face that had been evaporated had begun to grow back. The new skin was pink and wrinkled, like a large piece of swollen animal fat. In the middle of the fat was a white bead, which was Howard's newly grown eyeball. However, the eyeball had not yet grown well, and the lens and iris had not formed. The outside was covered with a thin membrane.
Howard tried to close his normal eye and use this new eye to observe everything around him. This new eye could not distinguish anything at present and could only simply distinguish the brightness and darkness of light.
The repair of his heart was even slower, as his wound was covered with an unknown gel-like substance secreted by his own body. If Howard could see through his eyes, he would see that the repair process was divided into three steps: the first step was to build temporary blood vessels to ensure blood circulation, and the function of pumping blood was now replaced by some muscles, so Howard's body was now constantly twitching, because his heart was gone, and the body needed to create pressure through muscle contraction to allow blood to circulate; the second step was that the fragments of the original heart were absorbed, and the debris in the wound was cleared; the third step was that a new heart grew back.
The power of the Goddess of Life is both terrifying and effective.
"Human, we meet again." The prophet of the Eldar spoke first. He took off his mask, revealing a handsome male Eldar with long light golden hair. On his forehead was a mysterious mark painted with white powder.
According to everything that happened later, Howard has learned that the bean sprout prophet in front of him is called Charandi, and this elf prophet also knows his own name, but he still calls himself "human", not knowing whether it is habit or arrogance.
Howard ignored Chalandi's greeting. Chalandi continued, "As you wished, we rescued your kind. You should also know what we want from you."
"Don't keep me in suspense," Howard responded, but his vocal cords hadn't fully recovered yet, so his voice sounded like an old organ. "What do you want from me? Speak human language. Don't use riddles or any vague or ambiguous terms."
Chalandi wasn't angry at Howard's choke, but continued calmly, "I sense the aura of another god of my race in you. And judging by your actions, you're well aware of the source of your power. So I need to know everything about you and that god."
Howard fell into deep thought. He knew that the prophet of the Eldar was definitely not a fool. It would be impossible to fool him by making up a story. Moreover, it was he who took the initiative to ask the Eldar for help this time. It would be too unkind to lie to them. So he had to tell some truths, but the question was, what truths?
"Your God is safe now. You don't have to worry about her safety," Howard said.
Chalandi raised an eyebrow, waiting for Howard to continue, but Howard spread his hands and said, "That's all."
"Human, your answer is not sincere enough." The Eldar prophet smiled and shook his head.
"Sincerity is mutual, great prophet." Howard shifted his posture from leaning back in his chair to leaning forward. "The way you saved my kind was equally insincere. If I hadn't forced you out, you probably wouldn't have come out until they were all dead. I have a lot of things I haven't told you, but at least I told you the truth just now. I think I was sincere enough."
"As for what you want to know more about, I'm afraid it depends on what you do next," Howard said again.
Chalandi's eyes darkened slightly. Although Howard's reaction was within his expectations, he still felt unhappy when Howard actually did this.
In fact, he was destined to be passive after being forced to take action by this mortal. He cared a lot about the life of this mortal and the information in his mind, and this mortal also knew that he cared a lot about these things. The consequence of placing the first bet at the gambling table was that his cards were more likely to be guessed, but he had no choice.
He now only regretted why he didn't control this human when he first saw him. In fact, since this human was related to such a powerful human warrior like the mysterious Grey Knight, he was worthy of being captured, studied and tortured. If he had done so at the time, things would have been much easier.
But at that time he believed too much in fate, and there were more urgent tasks before him, so he abandoned this human being.
Given enough time and resources, Chalandi would have orchestrated an elaborate deception, deploying numerous pawns, fabricating a thousand lies, and hiding his true doubts within them, unnoticed, extracting everything he desired from this mortal. But now, it was too late. He had already revealed his core desires to this mortal… and it wasn't even his own initiative; he had been forced to reveal them… and he was completely unaware of their core desires. He didn't believe they were forcing him out simply to save this group of humans.
However, Chalandi quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Howard, you are right. Our previous performance was not sincere enough, but our cooperation is far from over. I still have the opportunity to continue to demonstrate my sincerity."
After one of his cards was seen through, Chalandi chose to turn it over directly, revealing the card and eliminating the steps of guessing each other and telling riddles, but at the same time, he tightly grasped his other card that had not been seen through.
That was the real purpose of their coming here. Through this trump card, he wanted to start a new round of card games with this human and win everything he wanted.