Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

A battle with the undead is inevitable, and the Eldar fleet has set sail.

After the greenskins have swept through the Necron fleet like a torrent for a while, the Eldar will join the battle.

After the battleship carried by the Eldar warriors and the transport ship carried by the civilians ran away from each other, the ancient sage named Zen arrived at the Eldar flagship in the next second.

The ancient sage stretched out his hand towards the stars outside.

Thirty stars were picked out from the star curtain. These thirty stars were as small as the light spots seen by the mortal body in the extreme distance, even in Zen's hands.

Zen looked at the Eldar prophet aside.

The prophet bowed and responded with spiritual energy: "The ceremony is ready to be completed."

Zen nodded, stretched out his claws and patted the prophet's shoulder gently, and then released all the stars in his hands.

Thirty stars returned to their original size and were arranged in a strange way.

It is an astrology, a ritual.

The stars released energy like a signal, and an Eldar god descended into the void with shining light, and then saluted the ancient saint.

The Ancient Sage put away his hands and sat cross-legged, without closing his eyes, just looking at the void outside the porthole.

Once the Necron fleet arrives, it and the Eldar god will have to face the Burner.

This is a tough thing.

Zen could not call any more of his people and Eldar gods, for other battlefields were more difficult and important than this system facing the sweep, and his compatriots had to stay at their posts.

But fortunately, the stars not only summoned the Eldar gods, but also placed a curse on the Burner.

Maybe you can't win, but at least you can delay it for a while.

While the war in the local battlefield of this war in heaven was going on in a corner that was fierce enough in the eyes of later generations, the guests who came here from another time point quietly observed everything.

"These reptiles need to protect their bastards." Orikan said contemptuously, "At this time, the Eldar have changed from immortal to mortal. If we are allowed to slaughter civilians, there will not be many Eldar. There are even fewer people left.”

"Is this the time period after the Night Holder imposed the concept of death on the Spirit Clan?" Qin Mo asked.

"Yes." Orikan's head shook slightly, "Before that, the Eldar didn't know what death was. The damn reptiles made miserable things. They were abominable and hateful. They were enjoying themselves regardless of safety. Until the Nightbringer labels them with the concept of death.”

The Burners rarely agree with this traitor: "If I hadn't imprinted the concept of energy on them, they wouldn't even need to consider energy and material conditions."

Hearing this, Qin Mo nodded and looked at Orican: "You hate the Ancient Saint very much. If you came here by yourself, would you want to get involved in this war and help your compatriots win the war?"

"There is no one among my compatriots who does not hate the Old Ones," Orican said, "but there is no hatred, because the source of the Necrontyr's short life is the C'tan."

He seems to get along well with Qin Mo, he also seems to have developed a strong interest in the study of this fusion of humans and star gods, and he also seems to be a good teacher to an astrologer who has been around for tens of millions of years... In short, Auri Kan spoke more about the Necrontyr and the Old Ones.

"My race has mixed feelings about the Old Ones."

"On the one hand, the Necrontyr worship the power of the Old Ones. They are immortal, crushing stars with their raised hands, and quelling cosmic disasters with their lowered hands."

"Isn't this a perfect species?"

"On the other hand, we hate them, their perfection, and their hypocrisy, because we are a short-lived race. Those pointed ears mocked Sza when they defeated us flesh and blood in the first battle of heaven. Lark’s ancestors were short-lived ghosts.”

"The worst thing is that it was right to curse. There were only a few years between the First and Second Wars in Heaven. Szalak's ancestors had died for countless generations, but the pointy-eared bastard who cursed his ancestors is still alive."

"..."

Hearing this, Qin Mo asked: "Hypocrisy? Why do you say that? Didn't the Necrophobes start the war first? The first battle in heaven failed, and then they fought the second one after meeting the Star God and transforming."

"Yes, yes, hypocritical." Orican nodded repeatedly, "What kind of race do you think the Ancient Saints are?"

"The number one white lotus in the galaxy." Qin Mo said.

The result translated by Orican's translation device made him think for a while before he understood what it meant, and then replied: "Yes, most of them are so-called white lotuses like this, but any intelligent race has individual deviations." "

The astrologer tells an ancient story.

"When we discover the existence of the Old Ones, we respectfully ask them to grant us eternal life."

"The diplomat among them agreed. That diplomat came to the Necrontyr race. It received the warmest welcome. We gave our best things as gifts, and then it happily recorded the Necrontyr culture. , history, and left a medicine behind when he left.”

"We produced that medicine and gave it to every servant of the Emperor of France, but in the end it had no effect."

"The Council of the Three Saints realized that they had been fooled. The Emperor, who always accompanied the Ancient Saint's diplomat, said that it was no wonder that it saw the contempt and ridicule of the Ancient Saint when he left."

After hearing what Orikan said, Qin Mo frowned and thought.

In his opinion, this matter is a typical big trouble caused by lack of communication.

The Ancient Saint probably discovered that the short life of the Necrontyr was not without reason. It was the Nightbringer parasitizing on the Necrontyr's home planet that put the shackles on the lifespan of this race.

But when this ancient sage left, it at least said that I can't handle your problem, instead of leaving a placebo and leaving.

Probably in the eyes of the Ancient Saints, the Necrontyr are similar to the countless weak races that have always existed in the history of the galaxy.

But objectively speaking, the Necrontyr are not weak. They have developed civilization to an interstellar scale despite the shackles of lifespan, and they can even mobilize the military power to compete with the ancient saints, although they did lose the first battle in heaven. .

Thinking of this, Qin Mo felt that the words he once praised the Necrontyr race after meeting Szarak were definitely not flattery.

The Necrontyr and C'tan were the reason the universe became what it was, but they were not without merit.

The resilience of the Necrontyr race is astonishing.

They are so short-lived, but they can enter the era of interstellar civilization through their own tenacity and hard work.

They killed gods twice.

"Gods look down on the mortal body." Orican suddenly looked at the emperor, "Gods care about the whole, not individuals. Those reptiles have the same mentality. They are not gods, but they are no different from gods. They care Peace and stability of the entire universe, regardless of the life or death of one of the countless races.”

"What are you looking at me doing?" The emperor frowned.

Orikan withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at everything outside.

After two seconds of silence, the astrologer suddenly spoke again.

"A race with a god who cares about them."

"Like the Old Ones and Ada, to be envied."