Chapter 1102 Complex Attitude Towards the Ancient Saints

It is inevitable to fight the Necromancers, and the Eldar fleet has set sail.

When the greenskins sweep the Necromancer fleet like a torrent for a while, the Eldar will join the battle.

After the warships of the Eldar fighters and the transport ships of the civilians went in the opposite direction, the ancient saint named Zen came to the Eldar flagship in the next second.

The ancient saint stretched out his hand to the stars in the outside world.

Thirty stars were picked out from the star curtain. These thirty stars were as small as the light points seen by mortals in the distance, even in Zen's hands.

Zen looked at the Eldar prophet beside him.

The prophet bowed and responded with psychic energy: "The ceremony is ready."

Zen nodded, stretched out his claws and gently patted the prophet's shoulder, and then released all the stars in his hand.

The thirty stars returned to their original size and were arranged in a weird way.

This is a star sign, a ritual.

The star sign released energy like a signal, and an Eldar god descended into the void with a flash of light, and then saluted the ancient saint.

The ancient saint put away his hands, sat cross-legged, and looked at the void outside the porthole without closing his eyes.

Once the dead fleet arrived, it would have to face the Burner with the Eldar god.

This is a difficult thing.

Zen can no longer call more tribesmen and Eldar gods, because other battlefields are more difficult and important than this galaxy facing the sweep, and his compatriots must stay in their respective positions.

But fortunately, the star sign not only summoned the Eldar god, but also cursed the Burner.

Maybe it can't win, but at least it can delay a little time.

While a corner of the local battlefield of the Battle of Heaven was fighting a war that was fierce enough in the eyes of later generations, the guests who came here from another time node quietly observed everything.

"These reptiles have to protect their bastards." Orikan said contemptuously, "At this time, the Eldar have gone from not dying to dying. If we are allowed to slaughter civilians, the Eldar population, which is already small, will be even smaller."

"Is this the time period after the Night Bearer imposed the concept of death on the Eldar?" Qin Mo asked.

"Yes." Orikan shook his head slightly. "Before that, the Eldar didn't know what death was. The damn reptiles made pathetic and rotten things. They were disgusting and hateful. They enjoyed themselves without paying attention to safety until the Nightbringers branded them with the concept of death."

The Burner rarely agreed with this traitor: "If I hadn't branded them with the concept of energy, they wouldn't even need to consider energy and material conditions."

Hearing this, Qin Mo nodded and looked at Orikan: "You hate the Old Saints very much. If you came here by yourself, would you be eager to get involved in this war and help your compatriots win the war?"

"There is no one among my compatriots who doesn't hate the Old Saints." Orikan said, "But it can't be said to be hatred, because the root cause of the short life of the Death-Fearing is the Star God."

It seems that he gets along well with Qin Mo, and it seems that he has a strong interest in the research of this fusion of humans and Star Gods, and it seems that an astrologer who has existed for tens of millions of years is a good teacher... In short, Orikan talked more about the Death-Fearing and the Old Saints.

"My race has complicated feelings towards the Old Saints."

"On the one hand, the Necrontyr worship the power of the Old Saints. They are immortal, they can crush the stars with a raise of their hands, and calm the cosmic disasters with a lowered hand."

"Isn't this a perfect species?"

"On the other hand, we hate them, hate their perfection, hate their hypocrisy, because we are a short-lived race. When those pointy-eared ones defeated us in the first battle of heaven, they ridiculed Szalak's ancestors as short-lived ghosts."

"The worst thing is that it was right to curse. There were not many years between the first and second battles in heaven. Szalak didn't know how many generations of ancestors died, but the pointy-eared bastard who cursed his ancestors was still alive."

"..."

Hearing this, Qin Mo asked: "Hypocrisy? Why do you say that? Didn't the Necrontyr start the war first, fail in the first battle of heaven, and fight the second battle after encountering the Star God and transforming into a living body?"

"Yes, yes, hypocrisy." Orikan nodded repeatedly, "What kind of race do you think the Old Saints are?"

"The first white lotus in the galaxy." Qin Mo said.

The result of the translation by Orikan's translation device made him think for a while before he understood what it meant, and then he answered: "Yes, most of them are so-called white lotuses, but any intelligent race has individual deviations."

The astrologer told an ancient story.

"When we discovered the existence of the ancient saints, we respectfully asked them to grant us eternal life."

"The diplomat among them agreed. The diplomat came to the fear of death race and received the warmest welcome. We gave our best things as gifts, and then it happily recorded the culture and history of the fear of death, and then left a medicine before leaving."

"We produced that medicine and gave it to every servant of the emperor, but it didn't work in the end."

"The Three Saints Council realized that it was fooled. The emperor who always accompanied the ancient saint diplomat said that it was no wonder that it saw the contempt and ridicule of the ancient saint when he left."

Listening to what Orikan said, Qin Mo frowned and thought.

In his opinion, this matter is a typical big trouble caused by lack of communication.

The Ancient Ones probably discovered that there was a reason why the Necrontyr were short-lived. It was the Nightbringers who parasitized the Necrontyr's home planet that brought shackles to the lifespan of this race.

But when this ancient saint left, it at least said that it couldn't deal with your problem, instead of leaving a placebo and leaving.

Perhaps in the eyes of the ancient saints, the Necrontyr is similar to the countless weak races that have always existed in the history of the galaxy.

But objectively speaking, the Necrontyr is not weak. They have developed their civilization to an interstellar scale despite the shackles of their lifespan, and can even mobilize the military forces to compete with the ancient saints, although they did lose the first battle in heaven.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo felt that his praise of the Necrontyr race after meeting Szalak was definitely not flattery.

The Necrontyr and the Star Gods are the reasons why the universe has become so messed up in the future, but they are not useless.

The tenacity of the Necrontyr race is admirable.

They are so short-lived, but they can enter the era of interstellar civilization through their tenacity and hard work.

They killed gods twice.

"Gods look down upon mortals." Orikan suddenly looked at the Emperor, "Gods care about the whole, not the individual. Those reptiles have the same mentality. They are not gods, but they are no different from gods. They care about the peace and stability of the entire universe, not the life and death of a certain race among countless races."

"Why are you looking at me?" The Emperor frowned.

Orikan retracted his gaze and continued to stare at everything outside.

After two seconds of silence, the astrologer suddenly spoke again.

"A race with a god who cares about them."

"Just like the Old Saints and Aida, it's enviable."