Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

Looking at Messinius, the company commander of the White Archon's battle group, who also showed the same respect to these soulless individuals, Messinius observed.

Asagai and Rostov also put aside their doubts and adopted a devout expression.

Although no one knows what happened in Terra, anyone with a sound mind can tell that the other party's identity is not simple.

"I'm just here to observe; the final decision is yours." Brother Zhong nodded. "Can we begin now?"

Asagai and Rostov looked at Kassandra.

“Everyone’s here, we can begin.” Cassandra, the fleet commander, nodded.

“In that case, let’s begin,” Rostov said, activating the shielding field.

Make sure their conversation isn't overheard.

With a soft hiss of the equipment, a faint glow appeared, enveloping Seed, Messinius, Kassandra, Rostov, and Ashagay.

In an instant, the air became blurry.

The figures of the group seemed to be frozen in place by some mysterious force.

Their outlines thus became blurred.

It's like a highly rasterized image.

At the same time, their voices disappeared, as if they had been completely cut off by some force.

The electronic devices of those nearby were interfered with, emitting sharp noises, and they had to turn off their communication devices.

Both Beef-Eating and White Wolf turned off the communication functions on their battlesuits, then looked around to assess the military strength of the Third Expeditionary Fleet.

The representatives were also observing them and whispering among themselves about their status as chosen ones.

"White Wolf, look to the left, there's an alien eating something." Not Eating Beef nudged White Wolf in the waist with his elbow.

The white wolf looked in the direction indicated by the other party.

I saw a short, stout, barrel-shaped creature with a flat head.

The other party was covered with mottled brown skin and had a fish-shaped head.

A flat nose, a pair of large, watery eyes set wide apart, on a fish-like face.

He wore a black metal armor and had four thick arms.

"Is this the Qikanti tribe?"

The white wolf retrieved the alien's species information from its memory.

Legend has it that this race, like the Spirit Race, was created by the Ancient Saints.

The alien seemed to have noticed the Chosen One's gaze as well.

She looked up, grinned, and revealed two rows of white teeth.

"It's impolite to stare at someone like that."

Chapter 203 The Impatient Old Man Huang

"As an alien, you can actually speak human language?"

The white wolf looked surprised, then asked,

"What's your name? And who is your owner?"

"To be honest, your language isn't considered difficult in the galaxy." The alien looked at the white wolf.

“You may call me Chirk, human. I serve Judge Rostov.”

He looked at Chilke, who didn't eat beef, and then laughed.

"The Alien Inquisitor keeping aliens is indeed a stereotype."

Inquisition stereotypes: The Inquisitors of the Holy Hammer Order have ambiguous relationships with demons.

The Outer Order recruited aliens as their henchmen.

Needless to say, those guys from the Rebels of the Rebellion are another story.

Upon investigation, it was found that nine out of ten Inquisitors were actually leaders of heretical cults.

Some cults were even founded by the judges themselves.

Their purpose is to fish, to attract those with ill intentions.

There have been many things in the past that have caused cult members to break down.

The hardworking cult members diligently completed their KPIs on time every time.

After receiving the honor of meeting the boss

He discovered that the cult leader was an Imperial Inquisitor, and he immediately broke down and was shot dead.

“I serve Rostov, not his pet. Do you understand what employment is? We have an employer-employee relationship.”

Chirk was somewhat annoyed, and his voice became much louder.

"He pays me, and I serve him. It's that simple."

Seeing the alien made him a little excited, and I quickly calmed him down because he didn't want to eat beef.

“OK, OK, you serve Judge Rostov, you are his partner, not his pet.”

Chilke calmed down after hearing this.

"Do you worship the gods?" the white wolf asked with some curiosity.

“Gods?” Chirke repeated the word, then burst into laughter.

Her unbridled manner made it seem as if she were in a multi-ethnic trading market, rather than an imperial fortress.

The other imperial personnel frowned slightly upon seeing this, revealing their displeasure.

But given their status as chosen ones, they merely watched and did not interfere.

"What are your views on the gods?" the white wolf asked.

Chirk shrugged. "I believe in the existence of gods, but I don't worship them. Every being familiar with the warp knows that the trouble they bring outweighs their value."

"I've heard some rumors that your creator was an ancient sage. Is that true?" asked the person who doesn't eat beef.

"Yes, there are many images of ancient saints in the ancient memories of the Chikanti people."

"When the Chikanty were still reptiles, the saints descended from the heavens and used their supreme power to reshape our world and enlighten our ancestors to create the Chikanty."

Chirk readily acknowledged that the Ancient Ones were their creators.

The Qikanti tribe has a low reproductive rate and a low scientific research capacity.

But they have a very long lifespan, longer than the Elven race, and they can also pass on their memories.

The memories of our ancient ancestors are hidden in their blood.

Therefore, they knew many things that happened in distant times.

This includes the ancient sages who created them and helped them ignite the flame of civilization.

During the War of Heaven, they even sent warriors to assist the Ancient Ones in fighting against those powerful undead.

"Do you still remember what the ancient saint looked like?" asked the beef-eating student.

“The saints do not have a definite appearance; we can only see the image of the one we admire most,” Chirke said. “Even the image in our memories is the same; we can only see the most beautiful image.”

Chirk's answer disappointed White Wolf and the guy who didn't eat beef.

I thought this would confirm the truth that the ancient saints were toad people, but it turns out that these ancient saints are all different and have no fixed appearance.

It seems that the ancient saints didn't necessarily look like toad-men.

It must have been the Toad People who saw the Ancient Sage and described him as they believed him to be.

"If you are really curious about the ancient sages, why don't you go and look for their ruins?"

"Perhaps you can find some records about their appearance and lifestyle in the ruins."

After Chilke said this,

White Wolf and the guy who doesn't eat beef noodles looked at each other, then their faces lit up with ecstasy.

This must have triggered a hidden questline!!

Search for the relics of ancient sages, explore the ancient war in heaven, and restore the truth of history.

Just thinking about it is exciting; maybe we can even find a living ancient saint.

Do you know where the ruins of the ancient sages are?

White Wolf spoke urgently, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Once they get the coordinates, the ruins are theirs.

“I don’t know.” Chirke shook his head. “The saints placed seals on their creations before they died, which would obscure prophecies or divination! Some of them would even quietly slip away from our memories!”

"Even their beloved Elven race can hardly remember those mysterious ruins."

Upon hearing this, White Wolf and the guy who doesn't eat beef immediately looked disappointed.

I thought I'd found the relics of an ancient sage and make a fortune!

Seeing their expressions, Chirk grinned and continued,

"Although I do not know the relics of the ancient sages, I can give you a clue."

"Our race is a creation of the ancient sages, and from the moment we were created, our race began to record history."

"Perhaps there are records of the ancient saints in the oldest libraries."

These words made White Wolf and the guy who didn't eat beef's eyes light up.

He hurriedly inquired with Chirke.

Where is your library?

Chirk coughed before continuing.

"It is buried deep underground in my ancestral homeland and is maintained by a unique secret method, so that the books inside will never decay."

"Unfortunately, my race was invaded by another race and forced to leave our homeland to wander among the stars."

"Before leaving their homeland, our ancestors sealed the entrance to the library and hid it to protect it."

"As long as you can help the Qikanti clan reclaim their home planet, we can break the seal and let you in to look up information."

White Wolf: "…………"

I don't eat beef: "…………"

Isn't this bait way too obvious?

It's obvious they want them to restore the kingdom of the Qikandi clan in exchange for clues to the ancient sacred ruins.

Chirk noticed that the two were silent, so he ignored them.

He sat down on the ground, draped his robe over his crossed legs, and took out a leather bag.

Then she took out some smelly ration sticks from the bag and began to chew them.

The home planet of the Chikanti tribe has been occupied for an unknown period of time, so there's no use in worrying.

For Chirk, the fact that these humans are unwilling to help is simply a matter of maintaining the status quo, with no real loss.

If these humans were willing to help the Chicanti reclaim their home planet,

Chirk would naturally try to persuade the elders to allow these humans into the ancient library.

Of course, if you don't let the other party in,

I'm afraid the Qikanti clan will be driven out again this afternoon, just as they moved back to their home planet this morning.

White Wolf and the person who doesn't eat beef started discussing it.

He then posted about it on the warband channel, seeking opinions from other members.

"I agree first. This looks like a long-term mission chain. You're guaranteed a Golden Eagle Medal if you complete it to the end."

"The ruins of an ancient sage! I wonder what rare treasures they hold!!"