This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 138 Prophet: Please, if you can’t let my race into the small black room, I——

Cold, shaking.
The moment his consciousness reconnected with his soul, the prophet suddenly jumped up from the ground, like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings.

He subconsciously looked around, and wherever his eyes fell, he saw a group of compatriots standing quietly. Their faces were familiar yet unfamiliar, as if they were phantoms walking out from the depths of his memory.

The prophet's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The last scene remaining in his mind was intertwined with the scene before his eyes, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

My compatriots—

The prophet's body trembled slightly, his throat tightened, as if strangled by an invisible force, even breathing became difficult, his fingers curled up and unclenched, but he never dared to reach out to touch them.

He witnessed the massacre of his compatriots with his own eyes, and the light of the soul stone was completely extinguished at that moment, as if a star had fallen.

Those evil monkeys must have reached some kind of vicious agreement with the youngest lady in the warp, leaving this ancient and noble race powerless to resist.

In an instant, all strength and wisdom vanished into nothing, and one could only be at the mercy of others.

The prophet felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if all his pride and dignity were completely crushed like dust.

And now?

He looked down at his hands, and the scars of the past still remained on the palms of his soul.

At this moment, he has become a handful of dessert on the youngest lady's table, waiting to be devoured.

The surrounding scene became distorted and absurd in his imagination, as if it were an elaborate farce designed only to please the youngest lady who was so high above him.

The prophet clenched his teeth and tried hard to control his expression so as not to reveal his inner fear.

Even in the last moments of his life, he did not allow the glory of his race to fall on him.

However, at the moment when his mental defenses were at their most vulnerable, Ramses' spiritual power quietly seeped in, like an invisible vine branch, slowly entwining his soul.

Those psychic tentacles silently penetrated deep into his consciousness and began to read the information they wanted.

"Operation Eye of Terror has failed. We cannot find a way to restart the forge on the Crone World of Biel IV. The minions of the Youngest Lady have forced us to give up the Soul Sword: Veliszar."

"Our race has truly fallen. Perhaps I'm wrong. The prophecy foretells that we cannot obtain the power of death to save our compatriots. Is this our fate? Even if I convince the Council of Prophets, will this remain the case?"

Ramses raised an eyebrow.

This Eldar prophet has quite a bit of self-awareness, and the Eldar can't even do archaeological research these days.

"Fortunately, the information about the Soul Sword was not exposed in the end. The Soul Stones of several lords were recovered in time and did not fall into the Sixth Palace."

"Later, the Chosen One, the God of Laughter, Xigaoqi, brought a plan for salvation."

"Oruitan, this ancient world occupied by humans and named Opto, is unfinished. It contains a giant soul stone."

"When the youngest lady cried her first cry, the ancestors of this planet had no time to escape. They could only abandon their bodies in the real universe and take refuge in the loop to avoid the demands that encompassed most of the galaxy. They were the Star Shapers who shaped Biel IV."

"And this time, we absolutely cannot fail. I will seek the help of our dark cousins. Prophecies are unreliable. Everything depends on what we do now."

".We can't afford to fail."

Feeling the deep sadness conveyed by those thoughts, Ramses pulled himself out of the prophet's memory.

Excuse me, this guy is actually a rare serious person among the elves.

It will take more than two hundred years for Ivrenee's Death Army to show up, but this guy is already looking for the Crone Sword to awaken the Death in advance, and he directly found the strongest one.

Ramses' eyes flickered slightly, and various information about the god of death emerged in his mind. Those records from the 'gw Black Library' were now clearly visible in his memory.

Unfortunately, because of the existence of subspace in this universe, survival still depends on fate.

Ramses couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the Eldar prophet, and when his eyes fell on the prophet again, there was a hint of pity.

Ivrene, the Goddess of Death, was not chosen to be born, and no Eldar could pull out the Crone Sword. This was fate.

"You are really different from other Eldar. The only one who is similar to you in my impression is Eldrar Uslan of Usvi."

Ramses showed up, his figure slowly condensed from the void, a golden-red ghost emerged, he looked directly at the prophet with a hint of inquiry and curiosity.

At first he was planning to send the Slaanesh demon directly to give the order, but now he was a little interested in talking to it.

He waved his fingers lightly, and the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment, and then resumed flowing.

"Uslan."

Ramses' voice entered his perception, and the prophet smiled with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his smile. He was not surprised that the other party knew about this well-known prophet.

At the same time, there is no lack of envy for the person who was able to maneuver and keep the Usvi Ark World standing in the galaxy during the chaos of thousands of years.

His eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was recalling something.

"The old man's predictions were never accurate. What makes him even more admirable is the foresight and foresight that time and self-reflection have given him."

"How can he become the great prophet of the Usvi Ark World?" Ramses couldn't help but wonder.

"I don't know about the other Craftworlds, but Ulthwe—"

The prophet smiled, and I don’t know if he was giving up or what, but he answered every question.

"They keep getting into little troubles one after another. It doesn't seem like they're following the prophecy all the time. It seems more like they're constantly trying to break out of the loop of the prophecy."

"You too?"

Ramses was very interested and the local people's stories were quite interesting.

"Yes, I do, too."

The prophet spoke frankly, no longer caring about this hidden secret.

"The prophecy told me that the God of Death would awaken in two hundred years, in Bietan, in Comoros, and in Iyanden, but not in my hometown. However, I refused to accept this. I deceived those children who had always believed in me and brought them here to die."

"I do not believe in fate, but I am leading them to their death. Corellon will also collapse under the threat from beyond the galaxy. Everything will end, and they will become the sons of Asuryan who will never return."

It’s not that the elves didn’t discover the so-called prophecy, but their actions after believing in the prophecy were actually helping to realize it.

But there was really no way. If they didn't believe in the prophecy, they wouldn't be able to bear the continuous losses.

Just like now, he didn't believe in fate and insisted on bringing his compatriots to take back Oritan's Soul Stone, but now he is dead.

The prophet's laughter was a little dry, he was now somewhat desperate.

To believe is death, and to disbelieve is also death.

"Come, minions of Slaanesh."

Perhaps this brief conversation allowed him to let go of his last burden, leaving a look of resolute fearlessness on his face. The prophet said:

"Use whatever means are available. The children of Asuryan are restrained and resilient, far superior to our corrupted dark cousins."

"."

If I were really a demon of slaanesh, you would be crying now.

During this period, he also captured many Black Bean Sprouts and those Eldar pirates to help Shark interrogate the whereabouts of Kongji Liuli.

Those archons or pirate lords were very stubborn when they were first captured, but they confessed everything within seconds of being thrown into the Slaanesh complex.

"I don't think I've dulled your perception."

Ramses said tentatively, intending to give a reminder.

He himself was not in the mood to torture anyone, and if the person was willing to cooperate, then it wouldn't hurt to lower the pressure a bit, after all, he was not a demon.

Of course, if this is the prophet's strong request, then he doesn't mind giving the other party four Slaanesh demons to accompany him.

"Ha, servant of Slaanesh, what nonsense are you talking about, this—"

The prophet was also quite surprised. This experience of entering the subspace was indeed different from what he had expected.

Ok?
Wait, I didn't notice it just now.

The prophet suddenly discovered that when he called the youngest lady by her name, the palpitation disappeared.

Every Eldar is marked by Slaanesh from birth, their souls constantly being fed by this evil god who is nurtured and strengthened by the emotions of the Eldar.

The Ark Eldar's way of dealing with Slaanesh is restraint. To this end, they invented a way of life called the Path, which allows them to truly focus on one thing and not be affected by extreme desires and emotions.

And their souls can enter the soul stones bound to them after death. As long as they are recovered in time and injected into the eternal circuit of the Ark World Ship, they can become a member of the ancient wisdom and guide future generations to survive in the galaxy.

But these are just stopgap measures.

Stars will go out over time, and powerful empires will collapse over time.

The same goes for the World Ship that carries the Eternal Circuit.

Over the past ten thousand years, many Ark World ships have fallen, and their fragments are floating in the universe, and have even become the star rings of some planets.

And the souls within will naturally enter the palace of Slaanesh.
Hey, some people might say, since the Eldar will be devoured and tortured by Slaanesh after death, wouldn’t it be better to annihilate their souls in advance?
There is no way to eliminate it, or rather, there is no painless way to do it.

Facing the waves of the warp or finding a golden toilet to sit on can indeed solve the problem yourself, but it feels no different from being in the hands of Slaanesh.

The souls of the Eldar are so powerful that the Ancients must have poured all their understanding of the Warp into creating this race.

In ancient times, this race could not even find a way to kill themselves, so they became increasingly exaggerated in their pursuit of indulgence and pleasure.

And now.
Where am I?
(End of this chapter)