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

Chapter 609 Goddess of Life: Aisha (asking for monthly ticket)
"What the hell are you bean sprouts doing?"

The wolf king, who had the most impatient temper, immediately stood up and growled in extreme dissatisfaction.

"This is the gift from you Eldar? This is ridiculous. Is this how the ancient Eldar fooled others? You have a long history of 60 million years, and you have come up with this thing?"

Although Russ's reproach seemed to be a temper tantrum, it was actually a subtle satire on the Clowns' Riddler behavior, and he used the Eldar's reputation and history to provoke and test the other party.

The Wolf King has always been the most cunning among the Primarchs, and his savagery and recklessness are just a disguise.

But unfortunately, the clowns didn't care about Ruth's verbal provocation and threats at all. They stayed quietly where they were, like lifelike and fancy sculptures.

The Lord of Mankind also remained silent. He seemed to be thinking about some extremely profound question and did not ask the question at the first time.

Sanguinius' eyes look at his nose, and his nose looks at his heart. Although he is still here, his heart has long since flown away.

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to become silent, with only Luo Xi and Uslan discussing in low voices.

There was really no other way, Luo Xi could only walk up to Hilandri and stare at the Curtain Walker who had just finished his performance, hoping to get some inspiration from her.

"You want to tell us about a man's fate?"

"This person must be very important if he is worth all your efforts."

"Please, your God of Laughter wouldn't want your plan to fail, would he? At least give me some hints."

When Hilandri heard Luo Xi's request, she just showed a helpless expression.

"No, according to the instructions of the God of Laughter, you can only understand our performance on your own."

Luo Xi was extremely angry at this stinky and stubborn Eldar woman, but he could do nothing about it.

Just before the situation became extremely awkward, the wind-like man stood up.

Chagatai Khan stroked his long beard with one hand, looking thoughtful.

For some reason, he felt that the objects of the performance by these pointy-eared aliens in front of him were very familiar to him.

The clowns' performances were very lifelike, and they were even able to bring out the person's twisted and embarrassed feeling, as well as that kind of unhappy and complacent look.

He glanced around and saw the seven clowns surrounding the Curtain Walker, and suddenly he had a definite answer.

"It is Mortarion, the shameful traitor," the Khan began.

In an instant, Luo Xi saw a gleam of light in the eyes of the elf woman named Hilandri, and then she rushed to the Khan and took out something similar to ribbons from her body together with other clowns.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the ribbons exploded, colorful petals fluttered in the sky and fell on everyone, even the armor of the Lord of Mankind was stuck with a piece of debris.

The imperial guards were immediately furious, and just as they were about to explode and teach these damn aliens a lesson in etiquette, they were stopped by their master.

"Go on, Chagatai," the emperor said.

"Tell me your opinion. Among your brothers, you probably know Mortarion best."

Luo Xi's mouth twitched when he heard that. Neos must have seen it as well, but he just chose to remain silent.

Who would have known that the seemingly brilliant, wise and powerful Lord of Humanity is actually an extremely socially anxious and autistic otaku.

"Of course. Mortarion is my eternal enemy. I have long since sworn to hunt him down to the ends of the earth." "Hatred can only be washed away with blood. I will keep the scars he inflicted on me until the day I have exacted my revenge."

The Khan revealed a deep hatred, and he wished he could cut this plague pig, which was always carrying poison, into pieces.

After all, his flagship, the Bladestorm, was abandoned in order to kill Mortarion, and many of his closest friends died heroically in the successive wars with the Death Guard.

Chagatai knew clearly that he and Mortarion would have a life-and-death duel sooner or later, and one of them must be completely defeated in order to end this feud.

"According to the intelligence sent back by our front line, the rebels under Horus have all arrived in the solar system, except for one legion - the Death Guard."

"This is highly unusual. We all know that Mortarion is a loyal supporter of Horus and the one he trusts most among the traitor primarchs. There must be a deeper reason for his absence."

Khan started with a detail that was extremely easy to overlook and continued talking.

His point of view was immediately supported by other Primarchs. Perhaps they had no idea at first, but as Chagatai's analysis progressed, the fog in their minds became clear.

"Besides, this Eldar woman has always been accompanied by seven clown Eldar. Perhaps those of you who don't know Mortarion don't know how persistent and obsessed that traitor is with his [Numerology]."

"Even his death shroud must always maintain a minimum staff of seven people, or forty-nine people which is a multiple of seven. Each death shroud must be at most forty-nine steps away from him. This is the most sacred number in his heart."

As the saying goes, the one who knows a man best is not his friend, but his enemy. Chagatai hated Mortarion to the core, and he might know his essence and details better than the latter.

Chagatai had ridiculed Mortarion many times, saying that his damn numerology was definitely not a simple summary of rules, but a well-packaged psychic power.

Hilandri couldn't help laughing out loud. For a performer, it is a very happy thing for the audience to understand what they have worked so hard to perform.

The Laughing God told her that if humans could understand the meaning of a performance, then she should pass the message to them. If they couldn't understand it, then she should just pretend that nothing happened.

If this news can be used well, it can indeed be called a "gift".

"Congratulations on your guess, the Khan from Chogoris." Hilandri smiled, but the Khan showed little interest in the Eldar. He really didn't like dealing with aliens.

"Now I can tell you the complete information. According to the information from the Laughing God, one of your Primarch brothers, Mortarion, who chose to follow Horus in the rebellion, is currently trapped in the realm of the evil god Nurgle."

"His son, Karas Typhon, was a hidden follower of Nurgle. It was he who brought Mortarion and the entire legion to the depths of the warp and led him to the garden of the father."

When they heard the news, everyone frowned, even Chagatai, who had a deep grudge against Mortarion, was moved.

"Mortarion resists any psychic energy, so he is extremely resistant to Nurgle's call. He and his legion are doing their best to resist the corruption from the evil god, so they missed the decisive battle in the solar system."

"Yes, he was like this in Nikea." The Khan shook his head.

"Compared to Fulgrim and Angron, he is slightly better. He betrayed his father and humanity, but at least he did not bow to the evil god."

The Khan had mixed emotions when he said this. On the one hand, he felt extremely happy about what happened to Mortarion now. Even if this bastard died ten thousand times, he could not atone for his sins.

But on the other hand, he also hoped that his brother could die as a human being instead of becoming a puppet of that damn evil god.

"Then where is your source of information? Is it possible for you Eldar to obtain this level of intelligence from under the nose of a Chaos God?"

Faced with the question, Hilandri slowly uttered a name.

"Aisha, the goddess of life that my people believe in, is in Nurgle's domain. She told us the news."

(End of this chapter)