Zhang Ge thought that since he was idle on the ship anyway, he might as well see if he could find something to do for himself, so he agreed to the second matter.
After receiving the location for the "secret meeting" agreement, he returned to the cabin and wandered around to the dormitory area. Here, small nobles and factory owners, in twos and threes, were discussing with worried faces. Even those with considerable power were now rushing around busily for matters after the evacuation.
Seeing this, Zhang Ge, realizing that he probably had some influence now through his conversation with the deputy commander, stopped. He first took the helmet hanging behind him and put it on before quickly walking towards the depths.
After turning a few corners, he came to the door.
He pushed it lightly and found that the door was not locked, but slightly ajar.
His body couldn't help but instinctively glance at the corner of the door, but he didn't see any suspicious thread before performing the next action, opening the door.
Inside was a space that could be considered spacious.
Since this ship didn't need to carry too many people, the space was still relatively ample, allowing each small noble to live in an independent room. But such a wide space... meant that her status was not low even among the nobles.
As expected, sitting at the long table in the main hall was the noblewoman who had previously demonstrated psychic powers.
However, she wasn't the only one present.
Zhang Ge's gaze shifted to another "girl" in bone-white armor.
Her face was delicate, and the form-fitting armor outlined a slender figure. Her eyes... Zhang Ge's rather poor vocabulary could only describe them with the inappropriate word "clear." The other facial features, even by the highest standards, were meticulously crafted and could be called beautiful.
If it weren't for the fact that she turned her gaze after Zhang Ge entered the room, Zhang Ge might have thought this was a specially placed human-shaped artwork.
But this was not some dreamy encounter.
She was Aeldari.
As Zhang Ge's hand had just reached for the hilt of his sword, the girl's figure suddenly "disappeared" and pressed her palm onto the back of Zhang Ge's hand in the next instant.
What just happened?
It was so fast that Zhang Ge didn't even realize how she had moved over. At the same time, the arm pressed on the back of his hand seemed fragile, but in reality, it was extremely powerful and could not be shaken in the slightest.
No, it wasn't fast, but...
Zhang Ge shifted his gaze down and noticed a hourglass-shaped object in her other hand, which looked like a lantern. It was flashing with a gradually fading ghostly blue light.
It was time.
This kind of technology was not uncommon. The Imperium also had Primaris Judicators equipped with Chrono-suspension Devices. These things had no effect on many people. Even without special precautions, it was estimated that they had little effect on the level of ordinary Space Marines, and the effect was similarly poor when there were many people.
However, those people obviously didn't include Zhang Ge, and there weren't so many people around now either.
She slowly raised the hand holding the hourglass handle.
In that action, although the faint white color caused by the visible outflow of psychic energy could be seen with the naked eye, it was almost imperceptible, showing the skillfulness of her psychic power usage.
The door behind them was closed by this psychic energy.
At this time, she spoke in a soft voice:
"The Prophesied One, you cannot continue to move forward."
Me? The Prophesied One?
Zhang Ge didn't make any resisting movements. He knew that even if he did, it would be meaningless. And looking at the noblewoman in the distance, who was still breathing but obviously had a distracted consciousness, this Aeldari elder probably had other methods.
Looking at her, Zhang Ge replied:
"If I am the so-called Prophesied One, and you don't intend to kill me, shouldn't you show me some respect?"
This sentence did not receive a response. There was no wave in her clear eyes. No emotion affected by language could be detected, as if the one speaking in front of her was not a living being, but just a monkey, or even just a banana.
"Tsk."
This also meant that if she had come to kill Zhang Ge, there would be no extra movements. The only reason Zhang Ge hadn't been slashed to death was that her purpose wasn't to kill Zhang Ge.
Realizing this, Zhang Ge simply started making up a story:
"I have a bomb installed in my brain. If I don't silently recite a certain number every ten seconds, it will blow my head to smithereens. If you keep doing this, then go tell a corpse that he is the Prophesied One."
Hearing these words, her eyes reacted and began to move upwards, staring at Zhang Ge's forehead.
A faint psychic glow enveloped him, and Zhang Ge only felt a faint chill seeping into his body little by little, and then deeply into his bone marrow.
Obviously, simply freezing Zhang Ge wasn't what she wanted. Her brows gradually furrowed as time went by, and it was clear that she hadn't achieved her goal.
Is she probing me?
Slightly puzzled in his heart, Zhang Ge also noticed that his hand gripping the hilt of the sword was released.
She took a step back and spoke before the ten seconds were up:
"You, what do you want?"
Although he was released, Zhang Ge didn't mean to draw his sword. Anyway, if they were to fight, whether he drew his sword or not shouldn't make any difference to her.
He asked bluntly:
"Your purpose."
"Stop you from moving forward."
"Explain in detail."
Those eyes of hers met Zhang Ge's again, this time seemingly carrying a hint of imperceptible pity, as if she was looking at a banana with "intellectually disabled" written on its peel.
"Let you stop moving."
Deflated, Zhang Ge gave up on trying to get her to speak human words and recklessly broke the jar:
"Okay, then what will happen if I continue to move forward?"
"Will fall into The Abyss, and then doomsday will come... the rest remains in the fog, and cannot be identified."
How come she's saying two good things at once? Oh, that's not right, these are two things. On the one hand, his falling into "The Abyss" was a great success, and on the other hand, the impending doom would be nearly the same thing for the Aeldari.
Looking at it this way, he was quite ethnically conscious; he didn't let go of even an Aeldari who looked so much like a human.
Suddenly, before Zhang Ge could continue to ask, the Aeldari continued to speak in a solemn tone:
"I'm late."
To the side of the two, she used psychic energy to project a person-sized oval, which reflected the high-altitude scenery outside the warship.
It seemed empty, but as she magnified a certain place further, dozens of small black dots appeared in the background, approaching at incredible speed.
Distorted and dark exteriors, sparsely clad clothing, servants wailing and crying.
It was known to be the best of the best in the Aeldari race, huh.
Drukhari.
God damn it, is that what you meant by The Abyss?
Realizing why he would turn into a naughty little rascal, Zhang Ge drew his sword and said seriously:
"No matter what your ultimate goal is, at least our directions are aligned now."
She nodded, and a Shuriken Catapult appeared in her other hand.
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