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Elena nodded, looked at Lin Qi, and slowly spoke.
"Actually, I should thank you for this, Lord Lynch."
"Thank us?"
"The Claws of the Stars have been protecting trade routes better and better in recent years. At the same time, for unknown reasons, in recent months, orcs have been pouring out of the Great Vortex, which has seriously affected the Eldar's original raiding operations, allowing us to successfully obtain intelligence about the Web Path."
Lynch looked at Alene, lost in thought.
"You captured a Dark Eldar? And extracted the secrets of the Web Dao from his mouth?"
“No, that’s not true.” Elene shook her head slightly, denying the claim. “Besides, capturing ordinary Dark Elfs is useless. According to our guild’s internal deductions, if we want to obtain the secrets of the Net Path, then based on the internal ranks of those Dark Elfs, we would need at least a Governor.”
“Capture a governor.” Elena sighed. “My teacher and some predecessors planned such an operation, but they paid a heavy price and gained nothing.”
"That is........"
“I have found some allies.”
Elena took a stone out of her pocket, placed it on the table, and then stroked the stone while softly chanting a spell.
A human-like figure appeared, looked at Lin Qi, and performed the Eagle Salute, a ritual of the human empire.
"Respected Lord Lynch," the figure said, his tone full of respect. "I've heard so much about you."
Lynch narrowed his eyes, while Asford behind him did not hesitate at all, drawing his power sword from his waist, ready to cleave the rock in two.
Lynch looked up, his psionic energy suppressing the falling blade. He glanced at Asford, who remained silent for a long while before finally sheathing his power sword and returning it to its scabbard at his waist.
“The Spirit Race.” Lin Qi looked at the figure’s sharp ears and strange appearance, and realized its identity. “The Spirit Race of the Ark?”
“I am a prophet, Your Excellency.”
The Ark Eldar, who called themselves prophets, spoke thus.
“My name is Eldrad Uslan. Lord Lynch, please believe me, I have no ill intentions. My purpose is simply to bring you a prophecy, a warning, and an opportunity to exchange for the hope of my people in the future.”
Chapter 141 The Crisis of the Great Whirlpool
Eldrad Uslan.
More familiar to Lynch than his real name is actually his well-known nickname.
The Old Prophet.
As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.
There's a reason why Eldrad is given the nickname "Old Prophet."
The reason for the prefix "old" is that Eldrad is over ten thousand years old. Even among the Eldar, people of this age are quite rare, and he truly deserves to be called "old".
The suffix "Prophet" highlights his identity within the Eldar race.
After the birth of the Slaanesh and the collapse of the Eldar Empire, the remaining Eldar can be broadly classified into three types.
These three Eldar are the Dark Eldar who live in the network city of Comoros, the Ark Eldar who roam the void in the Bone Ark, and the Savage Eldar who have settled on remote planets.
Among these three spirit races, the Ark Spirit Race has gradually developed a culture called "Dao Tu" over tens of thousands of years.
The Path of the Spirit Race is essentially a product created to suppress the desires of the Spirit Race. Each Spirit Race member will choose a Path of the Spirit Race and then study it until they can fully master it.
However, such learning is not always smooth sailing; learners have a certain probability of getting lost along the way. Those war shamans who lose their way on the path of foresight will become prophets, possessing powerful prophetic abilities.
The prophet's duty is very simple: to foresee the future and thus avoid the risks that their Ark world and even the entire Eldar might encounter.
It sounds impressive, even grand, but Lynch knew that each of these guys, who were obsessed with changing the future, was basically a heavyweight troublemaker.
Not to mention the old prophet before us—Eldrad Uslan—if the other Eldar prophets were ordinary troublemakers, then he was the most troublesome of them all. Whenever he appeared before the human forces, something was bound to happen.
As for whether what happened was a good thing or a bad thing.........
That depends on the individual's own opportunities and development.
Lynch let out a long breath, looking at the old prophet, his mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts.
Cooperating with the aliens is naturally not permitted by the Codex Astartes.
However, Lynch was not someone who completely adhered to the sacred texts. If he wanted to lead humanity out of its predicament in this galaxy, then some flexible methods were inevitable.
More importantly, Lynch saw another possibility in the old prophet.
That is the Death Army.
Uslan has a close relationship with the Death Army, which will play a significant role in the resurrection of Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines. In fact, after Guilliman's resurrection, Uslan even discussed with Guilliman whether the Emperor was a god.
If we could act as a go-between now, and at the same time do our part, we could get Guilliman back to the Empire ahead of schedule...
Thinking of this, Lin Qi looked at the old prophet who was communicating with him in real time using psionic energy and spoke in a deep voice.
"I'll give you three minutes to state your purpose and your needs for cooperation."
A hint of surprise appeared on the old prophet's face; he clearly hadn't expected Lin Qi's reaction.
However, he quickly realized something, his expression softened, and he slowly spoke, revealing his purpose in standard High Gothic.
“I bring you a prophecy,” the old prophet said. “It concerns the dark fate that your star system, and indeed an entire sector, will face in the future.”
"As dusk approached, blood and smoke emerged from the distant stars. The earth began to weep, and the sky became a blurred mass of flesh and blood. Beasts tore each other apart..."
Speak in a way that I can understand.
Before the old prophet could finish speaking, Lynch interrupted him.
This is one of the Eldar prophets' biggest flaws—they love riddles—and they always add some nonsensical metaphors to their prophecies.
Lin Qi was too lazy to guess; he had no interest in it. If it was just a riddle, he might as well send out reconnaissance teams around the galaxy so that he could eventually find something amiss.
Uslan looked at Lynch, sighed, but still made his choice and gave Lynch an explanation of the prophecy.
“I saw a wizard preparing an evil ritual, the purpose of which was to weaken the veil between the material world and the High Heaven. Like an insect using its corrosive teeth to corrode a glass bottle.”
"After the veil was weakened, I saw countless demons pouring out from the open gate. Led by a great demon that could fly and burrow underground, they were slaughtering and spreading endless war throughout the entire vortex."
Lynch's expression turned serious. He didn't question Uslan's prophecy, since compared to other Eldar prophets who had made their own prophecies, Uslan's prophecy was relatively reliable.
A wizard...
Lynch thought of the Word Bearers he had encountered when he rescued Evelyn. It was then that they learned that deep within the Great Vortex lay a demon world that belonged to them.
If we were to say which wizards are most likely to perform this ritual, then without a doubt, it would be the demon world of the Word Bearers.
Do you know where the ceremony took place?
"You should already have a guess."
Lynch looked at Uslan and snorted coldly.
"Deep within the vortex lies a demon world inhabited by a traitor."
"Does it have a name?"
Lynch glanced at Asford behind him, who took out a data panel and made a query on it.
"Galmyk".
Asford then told the people present the name of that demon world.
"Can this ritual be stopped?"
Lin Qi asked.
“Of course you can.” Uslan nodded. “If you have hundreds of warships and countless soldiers, and can break through the orcs who are fleeing because of the wizard’s ritual, defeat the evil fleet surrounding the demon world and the countless enemies on the surface, destroy the altar that envelops the planet in the energy of the sea of souls, and finally completely destroy the entire planet, then you can stop this ritual.”
Uslan continued, “But even so, it’s not a 100% guarantee of stopping it, or rather, 100% success is simply unrealistic. I haven’t been able to glean the specifics of that ritual, but I’m certain that the wizard was no ordinary wizard, and the ritual was no ordinary ritual either.”
After listening, Lynch remained silent for a moment, then raised his head and questioned Uslan.
"Why are you telling me this? Eldrad Uslan, I know your name, I know you are the prophet of Uthervi in the Ark World. Don't deceive me, tell me your purpose, or I will take revenge on you and your people if anything goes wrong."
“I told you.” Uslan’s expression remained unchanged, as if Lynch had not uttered those naked, threatening words.
"An opportunity to exchange for the hope of our people in the future."
"what chance?"
“You should know this,” Uslan said, looking at Lynch with a sigh. “I think you should know about our race’s natural enemy, the God of Thirst, who is constantly eyeing our souls, hoping to feast on them as a delicacy.”
He spoke these words using psychic powers, but to the other two people present, besides Lynch, they meant something else entirely.
“Our race is utterly helpless against thirst. Even with the existence of Soul Stones or World Souls, it can only provide temporary relief,” Uslan explained. At this point, Lin Qi understood the other party’s true purpose.
"grim Reaper."
Lynch and Uslan uttered the word together, and the latter, unsurprised, gazed at Lynch with a calm yet expectant look in his eyes.
Lin Qi frowned, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke.
"You want... me to help you get that old woman's sword located in the thirsty realm of the warp?"
He also used his psychic powers to conceal the true meaning of his words, since what he and Uslan were discussing was far too shocking and a secret that not everyone could know.
However, Lin Qi was also amused by the Spirit Clan's bold request.
To steal the old woman's sword from Slaanesh's sixth ring? Do these Eldar think they're emperors?
Moreover, even for an emperor, achieving such a feat would require paying a considerable price.
“I’m not stupid, Lord Lynch.” Uslan smiled slightly. “What I need… is your ability.”
ability.
Upon hearing this word, Lin Qi's eyes narrowed instantly. He began to exude a dangerous aura, giving the impression of a wild beast entering a hunting state.
Elene, who had brought Uslan's contact information, noticed the change. She stared wide-eyed at the projected image of Uslan, wondering what he had said that had caused Lin Qi's attitude to change.
"How did you know?"
If the previous statements were interrogations, this one is a blatant threat.
Uslan looked at Lynch without a trace of tension. He simply performed the Eagle Salute again without speaking, but he had already explained the whole story without uttering a word.
Emperor.
Lin Qi clenched his fist, and after a long while, he sighed.
"I understand. I apologize for my attitude just now."