After Yvraine chopped down all the Incubi around Vect, he directly chopped at Vect's head.
Vect blocked Cronesword who was wrapped in the fire of Ynnead, while speaking to influence Yvraine's mind.
"We are Aeldari, the eldest son of Old Ones! But look at you, you are actually staying with a group of underdeveloped monkeys, and you are extremely obedient and obey their orders. If Commorragh has such an obedient servant as you, Lady Malys's position must be yours."
"Shut up! You madman who will ruin Aeldari's future!"
"Ruining the future of Aeldari? Oh haha... Dear little girl, did you make something wrong? It is you who ruin the future of Aeldari. You have abandoned the fine traditions of Imperium and instead regard your fringe culture as orthodox? This makes me sad."
"I don't think indulgence and slavery are good traditions!"
"Yes... because you are not the noble who rules Imperium. You Arknights people are just a group of businessmen who are making a living in the Aeldari Empire, as well as those weak You're a coward." Vect pointed out the embarrassment of Craftworld Aeldari in one sentence. His eyes were filled with excitement to reveal the truth, and the sharp claws of his hands pinched Yvraine's long sword.
"If you are willing to have a multi-person service with these prophets, I will be happy to spare your life..."
Before Vect could finish speaking, his arm was cut off by Many-Faced, but judging from the performance of his shadow body, this was not even considered an injury to him.
Feeling his body being torn apart by surging psychic lightning, Vect cast a cruel look at the daring prophets, polluting their souls with the most terrifying torture fantasies.
The prophets endured the pain and fear, and together they broke out of the psychic cage that restricted Vect's body. The sound of Cronesword colliding with each other injected a powerful Death God's Power into their hearts, and these prophets whose hearts almost exploded were left with one breath to survive.
Many-Faced covered Yvraine's figure, allowing her to use the flames of Ynnead to destroy the madman's shadow body. Vect first tore apart the cage that restricted her body, and then opened her body in a dangerous large font. Many-Faced was stunned for a moment and poked the sharp blade at Vect's head. As a result, a humanoid shadow suddenly burst out from Vect's body and hit Many-Faced's body, turning into a Incubi warrior.
Many-Faced, who had been stabbed in the chest, killed Incubi with his backhand. He tried to continue attacking Vect, but found that Lord of Change hooked two fingers at his wound.
Psychic energy mixed with blood is being continuously extracted by Vect. Fortunately, Yvraine's attack interrupted Vect's curse, leaving Many-Faced a chance to breathe.
The two chosen ones who had received the power of the gods fought and fought, and the aroused power of Death God's Power and Black Muse was like black balls and white balls stuck together tightly.
The sharp claws are against the sword. At this time, it is no longer a competition of so-called fighting skills, but a competition of whose psychic power is more powerful and profound.
"I will not lose! Black Muse is just a little god worshiped by you all! Ynnead is one of the true gods of Pantheon! Vect! You still have the last chance to atone! Release the Aeldari compatriots imprisoned in your body! I can give you a decent death!"
"Haha..." Vect smiled and squeezed the spiritual energy in his body as much as possible. His body made of shadows was no longer as solid and dark as before, and was as erratic as a column of smoke curled in the air.
This stalemate was broken by Vect's words. He looked at Yvraine with great emotion, "You feel it in Death God's Power? The real talent that we Aeldari have."
"I know the sense of mutuality that is limited by Slaanesh. Under the belief of Ynnead, all of us can hear the voices of others, and all the differences we have disappear without a trace, leaving only the beauty of dedication to the collective."
"Yeah... that's it... I thought I could save Aeldari, but I didn't expect you to be the savior. What a pity. I have been working hard for this goal for tens of thousands of years, but in the end I am not as good as you, a little girl who just came out of Arknights."
Vect took a few deep breaths, and he withdrew Black Muse's power. Yvraine did not expect this, and the Death God's Power that poured out directly destroyed Vect's body, almost killing him directly.
Because of doubts, Yvraine became soft-hearted.
"Really?"
"Ha... I don't have to lie to you." Vect said with emotion to Yvraine. He could only lie on the ground, waiting for death to come, and Yvraine could see relief and relief on his face.
"Why?" Yvraine asked, the flame of the long blade in her hand not removed. She just wanted to ask some questions, rather than choose to spare Vect's life.
This question has many meanings. It is not only asking about the purpose of Vect, but also asking why he is so crazy. It is impossible to understand.
"You and your compatriots have been blessed by Ynnead, but what about us? We are waiting to die in Commorragh. No pain can replace our souls. She is so hungry, thirsty and greedy. As long as she catches a Drukhari, she will eat everything...Rakarth What a great Haemonculi. On the verge of extinction of our clan, he developed the pain replacement method. Unfortunately, this method is of little use... Only by creating a new god can her power not seep out so easily. You did it one step faster than me, congratulations."
"If you had joined Arknights earlier, this would not be the ending. Your life in Commorragh would only make you fall deeper into the abyss..."
"Then do you have that many Soul Stones? As far as I know, the population of Commorraghs is several times larger than the number of you Arknightss combined."
Vect's rhetorical question silenced Yvraine. Soul Stone was not rich in Arknights. If there were not elites who went to the dangerous Crone Worlds to search for Soul Stone, their Arknights would not have been able to survive the threat of Slaanesh for so long.
Vect became weaker, his body was about to dissipate, muttering to himself.
"I have news from Cegorach... you need to hear...Malys...Malys..."
Yvraine frowned and took a few steps closer. She first used Death God's Power to explore Vect's vitality, and determined that Vect's psychic energy was as weak as a candlelight lacking oxygen, and life was just a speck of mud that could be easily wiped off. Yvraine sighed, not knowing what kind of emotions she was carrying in her heart.
Confused? Emotional? Sad? And pity?
Mercy... wait... mercy?
Yvraine suddenly realized this problem, and when she reacted, she found that she had already helped Vect, who was lying on the ground, onto her kneeling lap.