Warhammer 40,000: 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."

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

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

The resilience of the Necrontyr race is astonishing.

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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.

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

This is a tough thing.

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

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

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

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?"

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

"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.”

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.

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 there are individual deviations in any intelligent race." ”

They killed gods twice.

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."

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

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

The astrologer tells an ancient story.

It is an astrology, a ritual.

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

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 brought the shackles of lifespan to this race.

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

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. .

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

"Isn't this a perfect species?"

"The most terrible thing is that it scolded him right. There were not many years between the First War in Heaven and the Second War in Heaven. Szarak didn't know how many generations of ancestors were dead, but the pointy-eared bastard who scolded his ancestors alive."

"..."

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

"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.”

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

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."

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

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

"These reptiles have 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.”

"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.”

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, Orikan Talked more about the Necrontyr and the Old Ones.

"God looks down on the mortal body." Orican suddenly looked at the emperor, "God cares about the whole, not the individual. 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.”

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

"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."

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

"The Council of the Three Saints realized that it 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."

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

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