This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 450 The Joker is just a profession, not an identity (4.8k)

Chow Gauche despised Salamanca, for Salamanca had already destroyed everything he cherished.

Qiao Gaoqi also loathed this world, simply because the very operation of the world was constantly giving rise to one unavoidable tragedy after another.

For this reason, he even prepared a final smile for Slaanesh—this god who takes pleasure in devouring the Eldar will eventually have to protect the remaining Eldar in order to ensure his own survival.

Because at the moment the last Eldar dies, Death will descend, and He will kill him with the Eldar's hatred for Slaanesh, thus ascending to the fifth throne.

This cause-and-effect relationship led Inard to believe that the other party should stand on the same side as him.

“Those Outer Gods attempted to forcibly awaken a part of me by using the swords of two old women and my chosen one… Just as the Cursed One was forced to face the puppets of the Four Gods in the past, I too have no choice but to confront this calamity.”

Inard explained the reason.

“I need you, a master of deception, to cover all this for me, just as you deceived outsiders and caused them to devour their own people.”

The situation in the universe is changing too fast. These four things that appeared out of nowhere have inexplicably started to exploit entities in the warp. At first, it was those demons, then it was Peturabo, and then it was the lesser god Vashtor. They have been forcibly transferring assets under the names of the gods all the way, which is simply turning the world upside down.

Unfortunately, Inard was powerless to stop it.

It would have been better to take action before they had grown up, but the way these people are doing now is so alarming that even the Four Gods are alarmed, and even Inard feels a real sense of crisis.

If things continue like this, He will never be born. We must seize this opportunity to take a gamble. Even if we fail now, the worst outcome will be that He will be stuck at the Slaanesh stage.

He absolutely did not believe that these Outer Gods were capable of taking the old woman's sword from Slaanesh.

The androgynous god, covered in purple armor, stared at the clown god who still wore a playful expression.

Chogogi craves revenge, and Death happens to possess the power of revenge.

As for what consequences His birth will lead to, who cares?
With Inard present, it means that the Eldar still have a chance to perish together with Slaanesh.

But Chogochi knew that Inard was no different from those greedy souls. Everyone knew the credibility of this cosmic god, and he would never believe the nonsense of Inard, who was the god of death.

The fact that Qiao Gaoqi trusted Isa was because Isa had demonstrated her doting love for the Spirit Race through her actions. Even in the current critical situation, apart from the Spirit Race in Comoros beginning to degenerate, the other Spirit Race members were physically no different from the Ancient Spirit Race.

No, Isa truly loves all life in the universe.

Whenever a new plague appears in Nurgle's cauldron, the goddess of life will first sip a bowl of the broth to generate antibodies. After Nurgle spreads the plague, she will then release the antidote into the real universe.

During these ten thousand years, the one who benefited the most was not Eldar, whose race was declining and who were considered by Slaanesh to be their prey, and whom the other three gods did not want to or disdain to get involved with, but rather humanity.

After all, humanity is the current dominant species in the galaxy, with influence spanning the entire galaxy, and is also the race most deeply affected by chaos.

This is definitely a human god.

It would be really unreasonable for humans not to build her a temple and pay their respects.

The Clown God let Inard's words pass through his head, but his thoughts drifted off somewhere else entirely.

When he thought of Isha, his dear sister whom he had lost contact with for ten thousand years, he almost jumped up. He was sincerely grateful that among his bunch of incompetent teammates, there was a true saint among them. He could bring up something new when he had to argue with those four.

Although Isa is silly and cowardly, and can't do anything but cry when faced with difficulties, and the long river that separated the Pantheon from the real universe from her tears still exists in the Warp, she is truly kind.

This kind of selfless kindness is the best way to win the support of those four people.

As Qiao Gaoqi analyzed his impressions of Dawnwing, he couldn't help but nod in agreement.

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Inard frowned, feeling as if the guy in front of him hadn't listened at all.

"My compatriots, do you understand?"

He spoke.

A chilling, dark aura spread out, swirling within the deep net.

As a fellow deity, Qiao Gaoqi could glimpse the swirling, intertwined circuits within them, where countless spirits, enduring the fear of death, screamed and wailed.
This is the echo of the Eldar, gathered together at the moment of death, filled with the most extreme desires.

He yearned for death, yearned for revenge, yearned for an end.
The entity formed from all these extreme emotions is the monster born from the Eternal Circuit of the Eldar, the Death God of the Eldar.

Aside from being considerably weaker, he is no different from the one who has yet to rise from the golden throne.

"Sigh~"

The Clown God took a deep breath.

Unlike the vast majority of Eldar who have either fallen into depravity or become corrupt, he always felt that the Eldar could actually be saved.

Otherwise, why didn't he just follow Kane's example and launch the Bobo Kill operation against the Eldar? Why did he have to send his entire clown troupe to perform in various Eldar settlements every day, either delivering intelligence, helping fight, or hoping that they would reflect on their actions?

If all else fails, why not have more faith in this clown god? If he becomes more powerful, he can protect more of the spirit race.

"You make it sound so easy."

Of course, the Clown God couldn't say that he was thinking about how to kill the Grim Reaper who had begun to become active.

Looking at Inard, he kept rubbing his palms and smiled obsequiously, "I'm just a clown. How could I possibly control the senses of those four? Not to mention, one of them is immune to warp space. My clumsy tricks can't fool them."

This is the truth.

The reason why the outer beings were able to deceive the completed star god was because the high-level beings in this universe all possessed an astonishing wisdom, believing that the heavens were the most powerful beings in the world and they were second only to them. However, these four clearly lacked this astonishing wisdom, so naturally they didn't have a good solution.

Indeed, this guy was just an insignificant jester in the Pantheon, with no real power, so much so that when Slaanesh devoured the gods, he didn't even notice this clown at first glance.

It fits the identity of a clown very well.

Inard pondered this.

"This is a part of me."

After a brief silence, He looked at the seemingly useless Clown God, His body gradually disintegrated, turning into ethereal alien flames that gathered together and finally formed a golden talisman.

"Though it is far inferior to the old woman's sword, it is no different from ours. You can deal with the rest yourself!"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Qiao Gaoqi immediately beamed with joy.

"Humph!"

Death's consciousness gave a disdainful snort, then fell silent.

"whee."

Qiao Gaoqi maintained that exaggerated smile, but it seemed as if he was wearing a mask.

He looked around, first checking if any of the clown troupe he was protecting were missing, then glanced at the Black Library and decided to put the talisman in his pocket.

After thinking it over, he felt that stuffing it in like that wasn't safe, so he simply reached into the other crotch and stuffed in a handful of black stones that hadn't been turned inside out.

After doing all this, Chogochi stretched out his palm and tore open the psionic projection leading to the world of the Bietan Ark.

"Work is boring if it's not hard or tiring!"

"Being tired is a good thing; it proves you're still alive. That's life! Comfort is for the dead!"

"Defend our current life with performance; work ourselves to the bone!"

Even if I die, I can be resurrected!

Ramses's loud voice could be heard tens of thousands of light-years away.

At this very moment, with the Dawnwings settling in Bietan, in accordance with the contract, they are relocating the population, protecting the Infinite Circuit, and selecting Eldar willing to work in the park. They are currently conducting a cultural transformation of the park's corporate culture.

Shout slogans, and have experienced people mentor new ones.

"Brother Ramses, hmm."

Ryan looked at Ramses, who was shouting through a psionic megaphone, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but look at Arthur.

He initially thought this guy was comparable to Magnus, but now he feels that Magnus and this guy are on completely different levels.

"Company culture, you'll get used to it."

Arthur continued wiping the blade.

"My lord, the High Prophet is exhausted!"

The Sun God, carrying the completely crystallized body of the High Prophet of his own Prophetic Council, rushed over.

Ramses knew at a glance that this was the limit of his physical abilities.

Since Isha was imprisoned, the Eldar have lost their physical cloning technology and can only rely on their bodies to endure the pain. After all, the Eldar would rather avoid places like the Comoros than go there.

For the Eldar of the Ark, death means either entering the Infinite Circuit or the Slaanesh's Lair, and the Comoros is somewhere in between, even closer to the Slaanesh's Lair.

The only difference between the Comoros and Slaanesh's chambers is that the Comoros exists in the real universe.

This Supreme Prophet was in even worse condition than Uslan. The fact that he had been able to endure this long was entirely due to his love for the Ark. He was clearly an idealist and aspirant, completely detached from the base desires of the Eldar.

This kind of spirit race—

"What a fine beast!" "It's alright, the soul is fine. I'll put it back in and get back to work in three minutes."

Ramses raised his hand and waved it, and Hayek's large hand pulled the High Prophet directly out of the dead.

"Yes, my lord."

"Hurry up, after it's done, everyone will have a seven-day vacation, and any extra vacation time will be added based on performance. The materialistic, soul-demon lord will foot the bill."

Ramses shouted loudly into the loudspeaker again.

"Yes, my lord!"

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The work efficiency is very high. With the arrival of several Primarchs, Bietan, who has the most martial virtue in the Eldar Ark world, has moved most of them. The remaining stubborn members are those Eldar in the park who are still mobilizing the stubborn old Deng in the Infinite Circuit.

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Seeing the spirits in the park, who had once again fooled a few ancestors and were now happily applying to the subspace for an expansion of their residential area and an extension of their annual leave, Qiao Gaoqi's face immediately showed a tense expression.

Is this some kind of pyramid scheme? Making money by recruiting people up the mountain is all included in their sales targets.

It's too abstract.

But then again.

Qiao Gaoqi then examined Ramses's promotional contract for the park.

It covers compensation, wages for various jobs, an employee handbook, and the obligations Ramses, as the lord of the park, as well as real-world examples such as Eldar, Wotan Alliance scientists, and Tau Empire earth clan scientists, and detailed information about the warp as a threat.

It's pretty creepy. After reading this, if you don't go to the park, you'll probably never be able to shake off the demons for the rest of your life.

It feels like this person is running a company like a god, forcing you into a situation where you have no choice and then ruthlessly squeezing out your remaining value.

Qiao Gaoqi felt it was even harder to hold on.

But then he felt relieved, thinking of the spirits in the park who went to collect their rewards.

Although he couldn't find the park because it didn't accept clowns, these Eldar were familiar faces, including one of the original chosen prophets. Their enthusiasm was undeniable.

At least their basic moral values ​​are willing to support them in abiding by the labor laws they themselves have made, right?

Look, this employee handbook even includes relevant requirements, outlining requirements for personal behavior and social activities, and strictly regulating various stimuli, especially psychological ones.

Although each race has its own regulations, they are basically only for the Spirit Race. After all, among these alien races, the Spirit Race is the most immoral. These regulations are obviously intended to prevent the Spirit Race of the Ark from going wild after relapsing into their old ways.

Moral values.
Qiao Gaoqi finally couldn't keep his expression in check.

So who should we choose?

On one hand, there are new-generation deities who abide by labor contracts, have no interest in tormenting believers, only desire performance, and strictly follow the contracts.

On one hand, there was a Death God who had just destroyed an Eldar Ark world just to deliver a message to him, and on the other hand, he was still living in an older generation environment.

Since the power of death will ultimately be controlled by one side, why should I choose the side that poses the greater threat?
Although both are pretty rubbish according to the norms of social development, the former is clearly considered a supreme ruler in this universe.

People can distinguish between squeezing out surplus value and extorting money from someone.

Looking at the spirits whose eyes seemed to shine, and recalling his first encounter with the Wings of Dawn, where he was the villain who was killed, Qiao Gaoqi couldn't help but sigh. If they hadn't followed him, they might have had a better ending.

Although he died a good death, he was clearly dragged down by his own actions.

Swallowing his pent-up frustration, Qiao Gaoqi finally made a decision.

He had to cherish this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He opened his mouth, and finally connected with the crystal prophet who was even more vocal than Yetan.

"My Lord, this is Netway Communications."

Biethan, the High Prophet of the Prophets' Council who had just been resurrected a dozen minutes earlier, approached Ramses, who was busy at work. Her newborn body was being dragged along by her powered exoskeleton, but the prophet's face was glowing red as she ran.

It's possible for them to come back to life.

There is no need to worry about being devoured by Slaanesh, nor about losing oneself by merging one's consciousness into the eternal circuit.

Instead, it truly reconstructed the cycle belonging to the Ancient Spirits, so that as long as they are not annihilated, they can come back to life.

The High Prophet came before Ramses.

The formless and shapeless lord is urging Ifreni to draw her sword, while the young chosen one of death listens somewhat bewildered to some of the technical terms used.

Arthur and Ryan are sharpening their knives, one blocking reality, the other using his own domain to block all the entrances to the Beetle's network.

He turned his head around.

"Who?"

"It's for you."

The prophet shook his head, then pointed to Ephraim.

Ramses understood immediately and connected to the psionic communication.

"Hey, who are you?"

he asked.

Let's test the waters first.

As the last leader of the Eldar gods, the Laughing God did not fall to the level of being compared to Kane due to the frequent actions of the Death God's incarnation. He still retains a considerable degree of mystery, and with a reputation second only to the Emperor, Tzeentch, and the Deceiver, he has always been an object that they need to treat with caution.

"I am the Human Race's Laughing God, Skillful and Extraordinary."

The Clown God covered his ears with one hand and spoke, shocking the surrounding clowns.

“I’d like to report something to you. You know the Eldar Death God Inard, right? He’s the one you’re planning to deal with now. He just came to me, trying to use the promise of protecting the great human branch to blackmail me into fabricating lies for you, so that he can use your actions to successfully create an avatar.”

"But we're all friends here. This is clearly an attempt to incite conflict between us individuals, undermine the unity between humans and gods, threaten the harmonious development of different races within humanity, and hinder humanity's resurgence. I reported it immediately."

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Who exactly said that?
Upon meeting the opponent and unleashing their ultimate attack, Ramses, somewhat dazed, turned to look at the Eldar present.

Among the elders were several prophets and phoenixes—the Sunbringers; among the younger was Ifreni, the chosen one of the Gods of Death. Without exception, these Eldar, who always valued etiquette, now had their faces contorted in a grimace.

Ramses composed himself.

"For the sake of the Eldar race's tens of millions of years of dominance over the galaxy, I advise you to have some shame."

"Ugh, all I care about is the survival of the Spirit Race, not my reputation!"

When the call went through, the God of Laughter waved away a group of clowns who were crowding around, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

"For my brother's sake, please help me out and let me into the park. My troupe's safety is not guaranteed right now. I myself am being threatened by death and we are about to go out of business. I can sign this contract."

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"Brother, I'm quite wealthy. I'll trade you the Black Library—web maps, demon names, forbidden technology, you name it."

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"Please, take me with you and let the Human Empire live on for the rest of my life! How can I survive without you!"

Chogochi raced through the net, heading towards Bietan. He shouted with the utmost passion, trying to fight for a way out for the race he was protecting, as if he had forgotten that he was also a god and had abandoned the dignity that belonged to a god at this moment.

He looks like a clown.

That comical face still wore a smile.

Yes, this is Chocobo's true final laugh as the God of Laughter.

The joke is not only about Sinai, but also about himself.

Although he always talked about the birth of the Grim Reaper, the Clown God never intended to actually let Inard be born, to destroy the Eldar, or to replace the person in the cesspool.

Because, as the god who most detests Slaanesh and most detests this galaxy.

Cleopatra, you jester, you clown.

This little god who is always despised.

He simply couldn't bear to let the Spirit Race die.

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Inard: I must begin my struggle

　　Qiao Gaoqi: I have long been a god of the human race.
　　Ryan: I don't understand it, but I'm deeply shocked.
　　Arthur: Sharpening his sword against death.

　　Ramses: I don't understand it either, but I'm deeply moved.
　　Eldar: We don't understand it either, but we are deeply shocked.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)