Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 762 There are no good people in the Warhammer universe (Seeking monthly votes)
Roche once pondered a question.

The Net Path is a transcendent creation that the Ancient Sages are proud of, while the Ancient Spirit Race is an administrator created by the Ancient Sages to open up new Net Paths and maintain their operation.

If even races like the Ancient Spirits, which are much weaker than the Creator, could survive the War of Heaven, then why did the Ancient Saints all die?

At least for now, all the clues point to the extinction of the ancient saints, and there is no trace of those creators left in the galaxy.

Taracin's answer gave Losi a new perspective—

If, at the most crucial moment, the Ancient Spirits betrayed them and tricked their creator, wouldn't that explain this question?

However, if this is confirmed, then the Aidalings's long-held claim of being the "eldest son of the Ancients" and the "sole rightful heir of the Ancients" becomes a complete joke.

Although the Ancient Ones are now gone, and most of the other races they created have disappeared, the fact remains that many of the Eldar are unaware of the ancient past.

If all the Aidalings were to learn the true history, they would feel ashamed and embarrassed as they are now so proud of their identity, and might even begin to deny themselves.

For an ancient race like the Eldar, denying legitimacy and legitimacy is an extremely terrible thing.

This is like removing a cornerstone from the foundation of a skyscraper, shaking the stability of the magnificent building above.

Under such intense emotional turmoil, the tentacles that the Prince of Pleasure desires will more easily take away the souls of the Eldar.

Uslan's back was no longer as straight and upright as it had been at the beginning.

He didn't refute, but silently endured Tarasin's verbal barrage.

Tarasin seemed to want to vent all the contempt he had for the Eldar, and this feeling was wildly stimulating his competitive spirit.

At this moment, he was completely intoxicated by the thrill of defeating his old rival.

"How pathetic it was when your ancient ancestors blocked the gates of the Web Path, while the Creators outside cried out desperately for their creations to open them."

"Even we, your enemies, can't bear to look at you. We are stunned and speechless by your despicable shamelessness and cowardice."

"Those ancient beastmen were actually quite loyal and righteous. Before they were all slaughtered, they were still desperately protecting their masters, trying to help them escape."

"What a pity! With the loss of the Net Path, even the Ancient Saints are powerless to reverse the situation under the combined attack of the Star God and our race."

Talathim is now acting like a third-rate villain, tormenting the Eldar prophet's heart with his vicious taunts.

“Your Spirit Race is indeed arrogant and conceited.”

Towards the end of the war, when the ancient saints showed signs of fatigue and were no longer as omnipotent as they had previously appeared, you even harbored ambitions to take their place.

"For a great race to rise, it must clear away the obstacles in its path."

For the Eldar to become a truly independent race, the first step is to shed the label of being 'vassals of the Ancient Saints.'

“A dead creator is a good creator, at least they won’t keep pointing fingers and giving orders over you.”

"and many more!"

"Let's pause for a moment."

Loshi interrupted Tarachin's passionate performance, and the latter immediately rolled her eyes in displeasure, but then had to take them back.

"Although the Spirit Race has closed the gates to the Net Path, surely not all the Ancient Saints have been shut out?"

“How wise you are, Sage Lothie.” Tarasin changed his attitude towards Lothie, even bowing gracefully.

"Some of the Creators also managed to escape into the gate before it closed, but the Ancient Saints, having exhausted too much power, were forced to flee into the deeper reaches of the Net Path by the pressure from the well-rested Ancient Spirits and the Spirit Gods."

"The Comoros are one of them. The Ancient Eldar have been on the run, destroying the Web of their own creations along the way to prevent us from using the Tombstone Gates to pursue them."

"In fact, the reason why the current network is so dilapidated is largely due to the destruction by the Ancient Spirit Clan itself."

They channeled the power of the warp into the Webway and used it as a barrier against the Stargods.

"The Star Gods despise the power of the warp; to them, it is like poisonous excrement, something to be avoided at all costs."

Even Roshi could imagine how desperate those last ancient saints must have been.

Their own creation betrayed them, even using the guise of "for their own good" to coerce and imprison them.

The attitude of the Ancient Spirits was clearly "We'll drink from the same cup, but we'll fight without mercy."

God-King Asuyan and God of War Kane had already grown to an exceptionally terrifying level thanks to the faith provided by the Spirit Race, even surpassing the Ancient Saint, their creator.

The so-called perfect creation will inevitably surpass its creator; the ancient sages realized this too late.

"Although they are enemies, I also have great respect for the ancient sages and other creators."

"They were blind to create such heartless bastards as you."

"If you could abandon your cowardice and fear in the final battle, and instead go all out to help the Ancient Saints and the Ancient Orcs fight against our allied forces, the outcome might be rewritten."

"After all, your spirit gods are indeed powerful enough that, with the support of sufficient faith, they can even contend with or defeat the star gods for a short period of time."

"Not only are the Ancient Saints' camp exhausted, nearing their end, but our race and the Star Gods are not in much better shape either."

"But unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs,' everything is already set in stone."

"After the most despicable and shameless betrayal, the Ancient Saint withdrew from the stage of the era, and after suffering heavy losses, the Ancient Orcs were further subjected to a complete genetic curse by our race using the power of the Star God."

"The knowledge that the ancient sages inscribed in the genes of the Kork has been poisoned; the more you know, the deeper the poisoning."

"It's almost impossible to eliminate the ancient orcs by force. We can only use a gentle approach, gradually diminishing their unlimited war potential."

"Most of the ancient orcs died, while the remaining group chose to forget their knowledge and degenerate in order to avoid the curse."

"They are constantly degenerating, no longer rational, no longer extremely powerful, and no longer united."

"Some ancient orcs weakened themselves so much that they even shrank into weak beings known as the 'wise boys'."

Their genes and knowledge system have completely diverged from those of the ancient orcs; they are no longer the same species.

"And those remaining intelligent youths still want to defy fate. They are trying to use some of the genetic technology left behind by the ancient saints, along with their knowledge, to recreate a degraded version of the Orcs."

"Later, our clan's tomb engineers and gene sorcerers discovered the Wise Boys' plot, and we created a second Wise Plague, extinguishing the last hope of those Wise Boys."

"They have no choice but to continue to degenerate and hide themselves, building on their previous foundations."

Taracin slowly recounted another ancient tale, and Loxi listened with complete absorption, almost forgetting the passage of time.

All of this... the truth is just too damn damning.

The same goes for Guilliman.

During his youth, when Macgragh was ruled by King Connor and another consul, his greatest hobby was to immerse himself in the Ptolemaic Library, reading all sorts of strange and wonderful books from ancient times to the present.

What interested him most was not politics or philosophy, but those unofficial histories and miscellaneous books full of whimsical and imaginative stories.

For example, when he reads the legend of the Roman she-wolf, he is always amazed by the wonder of fate, that the great Roman Empire was born from the care of a she-wolf.

"The evolutionary history of the green-skinned orcs is such a humiliating history of degeneration. The space necromancers value this enemy far more than the Aidalings, and can almost be described as ruthlessly exterminating them."

"This is because they are more wary of the potential of the Greenskin Orcs. In the minds of the Space Necromancers, the Greenskin Orcs are even more dangerous than the Eldarin."

Rosie even had a strange intuition.

Since the ancient orcs were the last creations of the Old Ones, could we then conclude that the ancient orcs were the chosen successors of the Creator?

After all, if the Ancient Spirits truly satisfied the Ancient Saints, why would they go to such great lengths to create a new subordinate race?

The reason why the Ancient Spirits killed both the Ancient Saints and the Ancient Beastmen may well be partly due to this.

The struggle for the crown prince has always been like this.

"And your ancestors, thanks to the protection of the Internet, have survived."

The allied forces of the Star Gods and our race suffered heavy losses after defeating the Ancient Saints, and thus temporarily suspended the crawlers hiding in the web channels.

"I just didn't expect that the Ancient Spirit Clan, under the protection of those Spirit Gods, could still thrive in the Net Path and quickly develop a power that could rival our clan."

"At this time, our clan's target of revenge began to shift from the ancient saints to the star gods. Just as our clan was secretly forging god-slaying weapons, your Spirit Clan's Laughing God Xi Gaoqi expressed his intention to cooperate with us."

"The God of Laughter deceived the Star Gods, causing them to devour each other and weaken their strength, thus creating an opportunity for the God-Slaying Weapon formed by the Space Necromancers and the Ancient Spirits."

"Former sworn enemies who fought to the death have actually come together under the common goal of destroying the Star God. It's hard to tell whether it's pathetic or laughable."

Tarasim revealed all the inside stories and secrets he knew, while the prophet Uslan had already closed his eyes, seemingly wanting to escape the truth.

Even Rosie felt a little sorry for her old friend.

Why did you have to provoke Tarasin, that scoundrel?
"So, is everything Tarasim said true, Prophet?" Guilliman asked in a deep voice.

His data panel was filled with text and pictures, a record of the debate between the Necromancers and the Adarin.

Tarasin watched with amusement as he tried to figure out how the Eldar child would answer.

Is it a sophistry-style denial typical of the Eldar, or a direct evasion of what they don't want to mention?

"Yes."

Uslan's answer was concise, but also painful.

Loshi could even sense the intense turmoil within the prophet's heart from that fleeting tremor.

"Although I hate to admit it, our ancestors did do these things."

“I won’t deny it,”

Uslan stood his staff in place, then hung his long helmet on it, revealing his true appearance.

“I, Eldrad Uslan, the prophet of the Ark of Usvi, am a descendant of the treacherous.”

The prophet's frank and straightforward manner was unexpected by Tarasim. When did these Eldar become so honest?

No, this is definitely a trick to lower their guard; the Eldar are masters of this.

“I’m sorry, Losi, I’ve never told you about this history before.”

“I have searched countless times for fragments of the past in the ruins of Eldar, in the ruins of the Webpath, in the forgotten lands of the Warp, and finally I have learned the truth of the past.”

"The ancestors of the Eldar have erased the truth. They told us that the Ancient Saints sacrificed themselves to cover our retreat."

The loving Creator could not bear to see His most prized and proud creations perish with them.

That is why we, the firstborn sons of the ancient sages, need to work even harder to manage this galaxy for the Creator.

Loshi patted Uslan on the shoulder with a touch of emotion.

If he were Uslan, after countless adventures and investigations, he finally discovered the hidden truth, and he would probably have a mental breakdown or even a complete collapse of his faith.

"When those who plot to seize power are packaged as pure and innocent people."

"When the ugliness and shamelessness of history are rewritten into a beautified version."

"History is like a little girl who can be dressed up however one pleases, and who can scribble and draw whatever she wants."

"Any intelligent life with a conscience and a sense of shame will feel that the value of its own existence is being denied."

Loxi felt a moment of confusion. He seemed to understand why the Eldar who had grown up stealthily in the Netway had fallen so quickly after forcing the Necromancers in the Space, who were severely weakened by betraying the Star God, into a deep sleep.

This is not only because the Ancient Spirits have extremely sensitive and developed senses, but also because they have an instinctive pursuit of strong stimulation.

Furthermore, after the war ended, when all the surviving members of the Ancient Spirit race were finally freed from the heavy pressure of war, they realized what they had done for the survival of their race.

Even if they can fool others, they can't fool themselves.

Haha, the proud Aidalings are actually treacherous traitors.

In order to survive and remain independent, they betrayed the ancient saints.

To eliminate their rivals, they betrayed the ancient orcs.

After uniting with the Necromancers to shatter the Star God, they betrayed their temporary ally. In every respect, the Ancient Spirits are a thoroughly despicable, shameless, and fickle race.

Uslan wept, deeply pained by the original sin he bore.

Although he already knew the truth, he, like his predecessors, chose to remain silent, keeping it as the most shameful secret of the Spirit Clan.

But his conscience was tormenting him, corroding his soul in the dead of night, and even the perfect path could not completely imprison his thoughts, as the whispers of the Prince of Pleasure echoed in his ears.

Uslan could even smell the warm, fragrant scent of Slaanesh as he licked his earlobe.

The more you know, the more painful it can be at times.

"Since you all already know, I don't want to explain anything."

"On such a matter of principle, any explanation is futile. If you want to mock us, then go ahead."

"If you're going to get hit, you have to stand up straight; if you admit you're wrong, you have to accept the punishment. I have nothing to say."

A hint of surprise flashed in Tarasin's eyes, and he spoke in a slightly wistful tone.

"If your ancestors had possessed your magnanimity, perhaps your race would not have ended up on this path of destruction."

"There is no such thing as borrowing without repaying in this world. The mistakes made by your ancestors will eventually have to be paid for by you, their descendants."

Since gaining a soul, Tarachin has become fascinated by things that are "non-physical".

Since completing their revenge against the Ancient Saints and the Star Gods, the Necromancers of the Space have fallen into a state of extreme emptiness, confusion, and helplessness.

Their race has lost all hope, and as time goes by, fewer and fewer of their people will remain active.

They are so wealthy that they control the entire galaxy, and even other extragalactic worlds.

But they were also very poor, so poor that they had nothing but hatred.

When hatred has vanished, all that remains for them is utter nothingness.

As Tarachin once said, he saw in humanity the vibrant energy lost by the Necromancers of the cosmos, and the intense curiosity and desire to explore everything.

Humans possess the creativity in science, culture, and art that the space spirits crave, which is why Tarachin stole and collected so many human artifacts and historical records.

He was like a frail old man envying the infinite possibilities of a toddler learning to walk, while he himself was nearing the end of his life.

He picked up the toy that the child had dismissed, played with for a while, and then carefully stored it in his museum.

He wants to preserve the spark of civilizational diversity in this increasingly dark and hopeless universe.

"The reason why the Ancient Spirit Clan fell into the quagmire of depravity so quickly is probably largely due to their fear and remorse for the mistakes they made in the past."

Loshi spoke for Tarachin about what he hadn't finished saying, including his own understanding.

"The more guilty a person feels, the more they want to numb and relax themselves in other ways, and make themselves feel better by diverting their attention."

"The same applies to the Ancient Spirit Clan. They are well aware that their rise to power was illegitimate and that they have a dark history. Therefore, they indulge themselves even more recklessly, using increasingly outrageous debauchery to fill the emptiness in their hearts."

"Whenever they stop indulging in their lust, the shame and remorse for the crimes their race committed in the past come back to haunt them, tormenting them even more."

"There were no victors in the war for heaven. The ancient saints were wiped out, the star gods were shattered, and the space undead lost their souls. The ancient spirits who survived to the end also chose to numb themselves in pain, constantly degenerating, and even awakened the chaotic evil god Slaanesh."

Guilliman also sighed, believing that the true historical situation was certainly more tragic than what they were now speculating or describing.

Not all Eldar chose to betray their creator or their allies, and where they ended up is a question worth pondering.

Power struggles, palace coups, and deceit within ethnic groups are commonplace.

If the Spirit Race wanted to carry out such a rebellious act, it would inevitably have to conduct a major internal purge, eliminating those of its own kind who were more loyal to the Ancient Saints.

"There have never been any good people in our universe."

"Because good people cannot survive in this dark, cesspool universe; their most likely fate is to be slaughtered by another, even more despicable and shameless race."

Uslan endured all the hurtful words as he gazed at the sky, seemingly questioning whether his ancestors truly harbored remorse.

"Perhaps the ancestors of the Elven race were all bastards, but that doesn't mean we, their descendants, are also bastards."

“I, Eldrad Uslan, am willing to dedicate my entire life and all my strength to atoning for the sins of my ancestors.”

“I have already embarked on this path—uniting the intelligent races of the real universe to fight against the threat from chaos.”

"Although the road is bumpy, I believe that as long as there are more Spirits like me, we will definitely be able to make a difference."

Uslan's ability to say these words signifies that he has truly shattered the pride and dignity of his race and is confronting the bloody truth.

Without destruction, there can be no construction; destruction precedes construction. To save the Eldar, it is not only necessary to escape the pursuit of the Prince of Pleasure, but more importantly, to wash away the original sin of the race's existence.

In the Warhammer universe, symbols and concepts are not abstract concepts; they truly influence the fate of races in subtle ways.

The true rise of the Spirit Race is directly related to their betrayal of the Ancient Saints, while their decline and destruction are also indirectly related to their betrayal of the Ancient Saints.

“You’re right. What your ancestors did can’t be changed, but you can start now and lead the current Adaling people to make changes.”

Loshi tried to comfort him, but Uslan's gaze remained firm and he did not waver.

“I admit, I underestimated you a bit, Eldar kid.”

“Your half-dead race actually managed to produce a talent like you. If you were to become the leader of the Spirit Race, I would vote for you.”

Tarasin muttered to himself, originally thinking that his series of deadly and psychologically damaging moves would completely cripple Uslan.

However, Uslan's strong statement did change his impression of the Eldar somewhat.

Anyway, none of us are good people; if we really pulled down our pants, we'd all be covered in shit, so there's nothing to mock each other about.

"Let's get back to the main point. If the ancient orcs knew about the good deeds the ancient spirits had done, I'm afraid that the Kork orc from the Ghoul Stars would immediately fight the current spirit race to the death."

Loxi stepped in to smooth things over, saying that if possible, he still hoped that the three races of humans, space undead, and elves could maintain a relatively harmonious relationship.

If a strategic alliance can be formed, that would be ideal.

"The probability is not high. I captured that ancient beastman earlier than the ancient spirit race betrayed the ancient saint. He should not know what the spirit race did."

Tarasin continued to add details, his eyes darting around, clearly not holding back any good news.

"If the ancient orcs haven't figured anything out, perhaps we can use the special relationship between the Eldar and the green-skinned orcs to make some plans and arrangements."

Rosie and Guilliman's eyes lit up immediately, realizing that Tarasin's words made a lot of sense.

To deal with the green-skinned orcs, one must use any means at hand. Even Loxi felt a little uncertain about facing these true weapons of war forged by the ancient saints.

As a member of the troublemaking race, Uslan immediately guessed Tarasin's thoughts.

"In that case, I'll try to find a way to meet that Kork orc."

"If he still recognizes the Eldar as an ally, perhaps we can achieve some kind of limited cooperation and play a decisive role at crucial moments."

"After all, it's unlikely that our Eldar could send out too many war forces; our population simply cannot support a racial war."

"If a full-scale war really breaks out, apart from the martial Aletok Ark World, the Yi Yangdeng Ark World, and the Usvi Ark World that I can influence, there are almost no Eldar who can participate in the war."

Uslan readily accepted the order. The greatest value of their Eldar was not the power they possessed, but their status as creations of the ancient saints.

There is a proverb in ancient Terra: "Three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang."

The two people present, one space necromancer and one Eldarin, put their heads together and immediately came up with a plan to deal with the green-skinned orcs.

“I will consult with my Emperor and request the mobilization of war forces outside of my Solemnas Tomb world.”

"The Necromancers' fleet will attack from behind and deep within the Greenskinned Orcs, trying to disperse the Green Tide's offensive as much as possible and weaken it."

After Uslan made his statement, Tarasin readily stepped forward as well.

A true space necromancer overlord who is seriously preparing for war possesses an extremely terrifying war force, especially since he is the overlord of the wealthiest space necromancer dynasty.

“You can promise your Hierophant about the Fireseed,” Loshi said.

"The Silent King has allowed you to reveal the source of fire to the Nihilak dynasty, so we can use this to persuade the French Emperor to send more forces."

"As for us humans, we will suffer the heaviest direct impact."

I will go and warn the Astartes Legion, located between the Ghoul Cluster and Terra, to prepare these independent kingdoms of my brothers for battle.

"The Imperial space bridge and the Primitive Space Marines will also travel to those Primarch worlds to amplify and enhance them."

Guilliman finally stepped forward and declared that this inevitable war would be yet another severe test for humanity.

The last one was a civil war brought about by Horus, but this one is purely an external war.

Despite the enemy's exceptional strength, Guilliman was confident he could defeat the orcs.

The ancient orcs only ruled over a single star sector, and their existence was exposed by news brought by Uslan and the Ash Claws after they had only been developing for a short time.

The earlier the war begins, the greater the advantage for humanity.

They have the resources and population of the entire galaxy as their backing.

Since the Horus Rebellion, the empire has never relaxed its vigilance; on the contrary, it has been constantly expanding its military power like a frightened bird.

Even Guilliman wasn't entirely sure how much military strength the Empire's loyal Astartes Legion actually possessed.

But Guilliman at least had some idea of ​​what the Ultramarines were capable of.

According to Gage's report, the Ultramarines had already recovered from the damage caused by the Horus Rebellion.

Every year, the five hundred worlds that recruit soldiers will select the most outstanding young people to participate in the recruitment assessment.

The Ultra Warriors still adhere to a scientific, academic training and selection process: the most outstanding batch enters the assessment stage, while those slightly less qualified enter the reserve observation stage, and those who do not meet the requirements either join the Ultramar Auxiliary Army or return to their place of origin.

If the reservists were also given power armor, the number of Ultramarines would likely have already exceeded one million...

This is still the result of Gage's strict control over the quality of soldiers. If recruitment were liberalized, with the current production capacity of the 500 Worlds, it would not be difficult to produce millions of Extreme Warriors.

As for the other Astartes Legions, although their recruitment capabilities were far inferior to those of the Ultramarines, they had at least a century of rest and recuperation.

The number of these Astartes legions has recovered to the level before the Horus Rebellion.

If the original casting upgrade technology can be popularized in time, it can still achieve a period of explosive growth.

Of course, this intelligence was Guilliman's little secret, something that the High Lords of Terra could never know.

The Ultramarines have always maintained a standard strength of 25, no more and no less.

Guilliman's overly developed multi-threaded thinking caused his mind to wander, and he quickly jumped back from the number of troops in the Astartes Legion to another area that concerned him.

“Prophet Uslan, I have a very important question to ask you.”

"To be honest, my three brothers—Ryan, Ruth, and Chagatai—have all left their legions."

According to the messages they left behind, they had all gone deep into the netherworld to attend to some personal matters.

“Under normal circumstances, the disappearance of the three Primarchs for a period of time would not be a big deal, since their respective independent fiefdoms have manpower to maintain operations.”

"But now a massive war is about to begin, and I need the strength of the three of them."

Upon hearing Guilliman's question, Uslan's expression suddenly changed, and he said in an annoyed tone.

"I don't know what the three Primarchs were doing in the Web Dao, but I do know that the Web Dao has been unusually lively lately."

"According to my friend in Comoros, several groups of human raiders are causing chaos throughout the Webpath, ambushing and killing Eldar who are passing by."

"Even the Dark Eldar's stronghold, Comoros, has been attacked several times, causing considerable damage to its defenses."

"I've always been curious about who has this ability, but now that I've heard what you said, I understand."

"The ones causing trouble on the internet must be your three brothers, right?"

(End of this chapter)