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

Chapter 968 Rebuilding the Glory of the Spirit Clan
For the Adarin, the Battle of Qadia was far more significant than just a single victory.

In Uslan's view, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to reunite the race.

Thus, through his strenuous efforts, the Eldar army of the Ark, which had come together for the common destiny of the galaxy, did not immediately part ways after the war and return to the state of drifting apart and not disturbing each other in the past.

It's rare to have all the Ark worlds gathered together like this, and with the God of Laughter and the Goddess of Life both walking among humans, it's the perfect time to reshape the entire Eldar from top to bottom.

Inside the domed hall of Blackrock Fortress, which served as a temporary assembly place, Eldrad stood beneath a dazzling star map, facing representatives from various Ark worlds, the Jester Troupe, and some of the Eldar who were also involved in the war.

Before them were the incarnations of the Laughing God Higgoch and the Goddess of Life Aisha, as well as Mortalian, the Primarch who had merged with Eldar.

Uslan believed that he had seen many grand scenes in his long life and had brushed with death countless times, so he was no longer excited or nervous.

But it turned out that his view was wrong, because his heart was pounding in his chest, and he could even see with the naked eye that the robes covering his skin were trembling slightly.

He looked at the people of Ida before him and began his speech in the most sincere and solemn tone.

"My compatriots!" Uslan's voice echoed in the vast hall of Blackrock Fortress, giving the illusion that it came from ancient times.

"Today, the descendants of Ida are able to gather together and communicate with each other face to face for the first time since the Great Fall. This is a good start."

"I feel incredibly honored and proud to be able to present my thoughts and attitudes to you, and to discuss the methods and paths to save our race."

"Through our valiant efforts and those of our human allies, we won the Battle of Cardia and successfully closed the Eye of Terror."

"The space we are standing on now is the core ruins of the glorious Ancient Spirit Empire, the place where our Aidaling race originated."

As Uslan's words, imbued with deep emotion and a profound sense of history, echoed in the hall, the God of Laughter, at just the right moment, unleashed His exquisite illusion, bringing everything Uslan described to life.

In an instant, the entire domed hall of Blackrock Fortress seemed to be repainted by an invisible paintbrush.

The surrounding black stone walls, the shimmering control consoles, and the solemn Eldar figures all rippled and blurred like reflections in water, transforming into a magnificent and breathtaking epic panorama.

They seemed to have instantly traversed countless ages and returned to the golden age of the Spirit Race.

The ground beneath your feet is no longer cold black stone, but a vast plaza paved with pure white jade and sparkling crystals, stretching to the horizon.

The sky is not just filled with a single star. These celestial bodies, which contain the power of life and destruction, are merely magnificent chandeliers that provide light and heat to the Ancient Elven Empire.

The massive yet harmonious skeletal structures stand like mountains, their surfaces flowing with natural psychic patterns that give the buildings a visible life force. Some even float directly in mid-air, connected by rainbow-like energy bridges.

Meanwhile, in the distant spaceport, Eldar trade ships from all corners of the galaxy are entering in an orderly fashion.

Countless rare treasures were unloaded and replaced with psionic artifacts, works of art, and crystals of knowledge containing infinite mysteries, all meticulously crafted by Eldar artisans. They will be transported to the most remote corners of the galaxy to ensure that the light of civilization can illuminate even the darkest corners.

Even more breathtaking was the sight of a massive silver waterfall cascading down from the heavens above the orbit of the Spirit Empire's home planet.

It was not a stream of water, but a stream of pure matter "drawn" directly from the interior of a black hole bound by psionic energy.

These substances were transformed into endless energy and building materials, supporting the extravagant consumption and endless creation of the various massive cities on the home planet.

Every member of the Aidaling tribe here, regardless of gender, exudes natural elegance and composure. They immerse themselves in art, philosophy, psychic exploration, and ultimate sensory enjoyment, trying to realize their life's value in various ways.

This is undoubtedly the heart of the galaxy, a beacon of civilization, a promised land truly flowing with milk and honey, and the "Elf Empire," a paradise on earth once possessed by the Aidalings.

This incredibly real and magnificent illusion, like the most surging tide, breached the dam deep within the hearts of every Adaline present.

Tears and reminiscence shone in the eyes of the Ark Eldar. The fragments they had glimpsed from the limited records and epics of the Ark world had now transformed into a breathtaking reality.

The faces of the clowns, forever hidden behind their masks, trembled slightly. They were enacting the tragedy of the Great Fall, yet at this moment they personally experienced the ultimate beauty before the tragedy occurred.

Even the Eldar warriors from the barbaric world, though they may know little about this history, the pride and resonance flowing in their blood made them straighten their spines involuntarily, their chests surging with indescribable excitement.

At this moment, the distinctions between the Ark Eldar, the Jesters, and the Savage Eldar became blurred; they shared only one common name—the descendants of Ida.

A strong sense of identity, stemming from a shared glorious history and bloodline, silently grows and spreads, quietly dissolving the barriers and unfamiliarity that arose from long separation and different ways of life.

Uslan keenly sensed the change in the atmosphere of the meeting. He was excited, but his tone became increasingly somber, pulling everyone back from the beautiful illusion to the somewhat cold reality.

"...But my compatriots, you all know that all this glory is now just a passing cloud."

Having survived the cataclysmic fall of the Eldar race, most of the surviving descendants have gathered here. We are the last spark and hope of the Eldar civilization!

He looked around at the faces immersed in complex emotions, and his voice became firm and powerful.

"As descendants of Ida, each of us carries the great mission of rekindling the flame of civilization and revitalizing our race!"

Why are human empires so powerful? It's because they possess a unified whole, a cohesive core. Scattered, we can only eke out a living in a corner of the galaxy, while united, we possess the power to reshape the galaxy!

Uslan declared emphatically.

"After sincere consultations with our human allies, we have reached an agreement that this former core territory of the Eldar Empire, beneath our feet, will revert to the ownership of the Eldar after the Eye of Fear has been completely purified."
Here, in the land where our ancestors originated, we will start from scratch and build a civilization that belongs to our new era!

After a brief silence, whispers broke out in the room upon hearing this.

A mix of anticipation and anxiety prevailed; most Eldar were thrilled to return to their homeland, but some showed signs of apprehension.

Just then, a prophet of the Samhan Ark world, known for his caution and pragmatism, was the first to break through this confusion.

“Prophet Uslan, your vision is enticing, but…shouldn’t we consider settling down?”
We, the people of Samhan, have long been accustomed to a life of wandering among the stars in our Ark. The Ark is our world; we are born here, grow up here, and die here.

Once we settle down and establish a fixed world, wouldn't that be tantamount to exposing ourselves to the enemy's gaze? If another powerful enemy were to attack, wouldn't we have no room to retreat or maneuver, and might even have our hideout discovered and wiped out?

This question voiced the deepest anxieties of many Ark Eldar who were accustomed to a nomadic life.

Their long years in exile instilled in them an instinctive wariness of "fixation" and "exposure."

Uslan had already prepared his explanation for this.

"I understand your concerns, representatives of Samhan, but please look at the current situation:"

The Eye of Fear has closed, and the veil over the real universe is thickening. For the Dark Prince and his demonic legions to directly interfere with the real universe on such a large scale as in the past will be significantly more difficult than before.

"More importantly, we are not fighting alone. Our human allies are located in neighboring territories, and their strength has been demonstrated in the Battle of Qardia."

Any enemy that seeks to threaten us should first consider whether they can cross the boundaries of human sphere of influence.

Samhan's representative was not easily persuaded and continued to press for answers.

"Allies? Prophet Uslan, please forgive my bluntness, but humanity is indeed our ally now, but what about the future?"
Who can guarantee that, hundreds or thousands of years from now, humanity's ambitions won't swell? That they won't see us as a threat rather than a partner? Is it too risky to entrust the safety of our race to the long-term goodwill of another race?

This question is more pointed, but it does indeed hit the nail on the head.

Uslan took a deep breath. He knew this was the most crucial moment. He had to explain things clearly and dispel their conflicting ideas.

“Your concerns are not without merit, but we have just gone through the Battle of Qardia together. The blood of humans and Eldar flowed together. We faced the deepest darkness in the galaxy together and won a precious victory. This friendship, forged in blood and fire, is far stronger than any written alliance!”

His gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Mortalian, who had been listening in silence. The very existence of this Primarch was proof of the special nature of the relationship between the two races.

"As long as we don't make any mistakes, don't play with fire, and don't cross the line of humanity, I believe this hard-won alliance will continue, because maintaining peace and stability in the galaxy is in the fundamental interests of all the races of order."

He turned again to Samhan's representative and all those who harbored doubts.

"Furthermore, please think about our future. Don't always be limited by old ways of thinking. The ark we depend on for survival has its limits. It protects us, but it also restricts us."

Now, the loving goddess of life, Aisha, has returned, and her blessings will surely benefit all the children of Ida.

It is foreseeable that our birth rate will break free from past constraints and usher in a new wave of life, with more and more Elven children being born.

Must we continue to confine the new generation within the limited space of the Ark? That would be tantamount to strangling the hope of our race's revival!

At this moment, the avatar of the goddess of life, Aisha, who had been listening quietly, also reacted. She didn't say much, but simply spread her arms, and a wave of vibrant spiritual energy swept through the entire venue like a spring breeze.

All the Adaling present felt a throbbing sensation originating from their life instincts. Immediately afterwards, many of the younger Adalings felt a vague desire and impulse towards the opposite sex around them.

The Eldar were immediately horrified, because when the Dark Prince coveted them, their souls would glow in the warp when they had the urge to reproduce, which was no different from reporting the location to a demon.

Therefore, when they are engaged in reproductive activities, they always maintain inner peace, mechanically and numbly ensuring the transmission and fusion of genetic genes.

However, upon noticing their panic, the Laughing God spoke up with a smile to calm everyone down.

"Uslan has already said that the Eye of Fear has been closed, and the Dark Prince's control over the Adaline has been greatly reduced."

Unless He expends great effort to tear open the curtain, He cannot simply snatch your souls with a flick of His finger.

You no longer need to cling to that miserable path system, nor do you need to suppress your emotions at all times, for fear of accidentally messing things up and attracting the Dark Prince.

Laugh out loud if you want to laugh, cry your heart out if you want to cry, use your genuine, vibrant emotions to experience this world, to create new art, and to realize your own value in life.

The words of the God of Laughter were like a final blow, shattering the last hesitations in the hearts of many Spirit Race members.

To break free from the constraints of the path and live truly freely is a future that generations of the Aidaling people have dreamed of but dared not hope for.

The Samhan representative remained silent for a moment, then exchanged glances with the representatives of the other large Ark worlds.

Finally, he solemnly bowed slowly to Uslan and to the incarnations of the two gods.

"Your wisdom and vision have convinced us, Prophet Uslan. For the future of Ida... the Samhan Ark world is willing to join the great cause of the revival of the race."

With Samhan taking the lead, the other representatives from the Ark World, who had initially been hesitant, as well as the representatives from the Savage Eldar, also expressed their agreement.

An unprecedented atmosphere of unity began to emerge in the hall.

Uslan's lips trembled slightly as he looked at the scene before him. He even blinked to make sure that what he was seeing was not some kind of illusion or dream.

If Loshi, the Emperor, and Makado, who were all dedicated to saving their race, could be considered "comrades" to each other, then Uslan was practically an anomaly among the Adarin, whose strange ideas and naive dreams were incomprehensible to everyone.

Uslan has paid a heavy price for this moment, and apart from beings like the God of Laughter who stand at a higher dimension and look down from above, no one else knows about it.

With the various Eldar branches reaching a consensus, the Ark World, gathered in the Cadia Starfield, began to set sail again.

However, this time the voyage was not to continue drifting, but to go to the safe outposts and secret reserves scattered throughout the various Ark worlds, and to gather back the Adaling people who had stayed there.

After all, they came to Cadia to fight at great risk, so it was impossible for them to bring all their resources to the most intense battlefield in the entire galaxy.

Blackrock Fortress fell silent once more, and the illusion created by the Laughing God dissipated.

“In my eyes, you are more suitable to be the leader of the race than Mortalian.”

"You have no shortage of courage, perseverance, determination, a broad perspective, or personal ability."

"But you went to great lengths to win over Mortalian, this 'traitor,' from the humans and brought her to the Eldar's ship."

The voice of the God of Laughter, sometimes near, sometimes far, reached Uslan's ears.

The Eldar prophet was already used to Higoki's rambling and eccentric manner, and he answered the question directly without turning his head.

“I am well aware of the limits of my own abilities. All of this has little to do with my abilities; we are just hitching a ride on humanity’s coattails.”

"It was humanity that reversed the tragic future of this universe and broke through the impasse set by the subspace. Without them, no matter how many ideas I had, I would not have had the execution power to realize them."

"Furthermore, in my answer to the Prophet Samhan, I already mentioned the relationship with humanity. Only by making Mortalian the leader of the Eldar can we maintain a close bond with humanity."

"Motalian has half the blood of a human emperor and half the blood of the goddess Elsa. She is a natural link between the two races. As long as she is alive, the Primarchs of the Empire will at least give her some face."

“I know these Primarchs too well. Although they all speak as stubbornly as Neos, they still have a soft spot in their hearts and retain a sense of affection for their brothers.”

"The worst thing you can do when you're an ally is to switch sides. Now that we've chosen to ally with humans, we must stand firmly on their side. Otherwise, given our Elven race's notorious habit of backstabbing, we'll be dealt with by humans sooner or later."

After hearing Uslan's heartfelt words, the Laughing God deeply agreed.

Even though He is a god of the Spirit Race, He still feels quite speechless when He sees the fickle nature of some Spirit Race members.

"By the way, where did you hide Kane's avatar?"

"Although the Kane avatars summoned by ordinary Kane fragments will dissipate after a short battle, the Kane avatar we created by gathering almost all of the Kane fragments should not only last for such a short time."

Uslan was very curious about the whereabouts of the avatar of Kane. This Eldar war god had hardly done anything decent in mythology. He was either imprisoning Aisha, oppressing Val, or murdering the Eldar leader Edanish. He was a pure scum of the Pantheon.

It wasn't until the Battle of Cadia, when Kane appeared in his avatar form, that he finally had a chance to prove his title as the "God of War".

Xi Gaoqi's leaping figure suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, a sinister, malicious laugh spread out again.

Uslan understood what was going on as he listened to the sinister laughter of the God of Laughter. He shook his head helplessly, but a complex smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

He couldn't feel much sympathy for the God of War who had brought countless troubles and curses to the Elven race.

"So, you sent Kane... to be looked after by Brother Mao?" Uslan's tone carried a mixture of confirmation and absurdity.

"Otherwise what?" Higoki shrugged, his figure leaping around Uslan like a flashing neon light.

"The complete Kane avatar is powerful enough, but Aisha and I have no interest in cleaning up his messes all day with his pure killing intent and mad dog-like temper."

"If it is not controlled properly, let alone the revival of civilization, it could destroy our newly built homeland."

He leaned closer to Uslan and lowered his voice.

"And in the entire galaxy, who else besides those two big green guys has the strength, patience, and willingness to 'teach' Kane how to behave?"
"Don't worry, in the orcish realm, Kane will have the most fulfilling life experience. He'll have endless Waaagh with Gorilla and Mao Ge every day. Mao Ge can't beat him, and he can't escape him either. Isn't that perfect?"

"In the past, it relied on its strength to bully the weak. Now, in the face of even greater power, it tastes the bitterness of being bullied. This can be considered as paying a price for its past actions... well, a different kind of price."

Uslan imagined the scene: the proud and violent avatar of Kane, forced into an endless, violent struggle by two green primordial deities, who would "turn him into the left and right" in the most ruthless way...

He had to admit that, although it sounded extremely unreliable and full of orcish absurdity, it might really be the best solution to deal with this unstable factor at present.

"Fine, as long as it doesn't interfere with our great cause of revival, let it be."

Uslan eventually accepted the arrangement. Compared to the great mission of restoring the glory of his race, who would care about a tyrannical Kane?
What they should be considering is how to rebuild their former home on this desolate land.

While Uslan and the Laughing God were discussing Kane, deep within the orcish realm, constructed of pure Waaagh energy and filled with deafening roars, savage war cries, and incessant sounds of smashing and breaking, a unique "welcoming ceremony" was taking place.

The massive, green body of the mountain-like Gorge was tightly strangling the neck of Kane's avatar with a huge shackle that looked like it was crudely forged from the core of a planet, while Mao Ge was binding Kane's legs with a chain that crackled with lightning and flames.

"Hahaha! Kane, where can you run to now? You're in our hands now!" Brother Gao laughed wildly, his other giant hand clenched into a fist and slammed into Kane's back like a meteor, making a deafening noise.

"Struggle as hard as you can! Yes! That's it! That's powerful!"

Kane, in his avatar, roared in fury and swung his doomsday howl wildly, only to be repeatedly struck on the wrists or joints by Mao Ge with a huge barbed stick, twisting and deforming his movements.

This miserable treatment was undoubtedly an unprecedented humiliation and torment for Kane, who was used to tormenting the weak, but his resistance seemed so pale in the face of the absolute power disparity.

Right beside this passionate meeting, Vulcan's consciousness was silently watching this absurd scene.

He wasn't there specifically to laugh at Kane; he was there to convey the thoughts of the human leadership to Brother Mao.

After all, the green-skinned orcs made great contributions to the victory in the Kardia War, and naturally they deserved a seat in the distribution of benefits.

(End of this chapter)