Chapter 301: May Your Glory Be as Immortal as the Eldar Empire

Zhou Yun pulled out a mirror the length of an arm from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

The mirror's back was solid orange metal, fitted with a series of buttons.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding! The Tracking Image Mirror!"

Zhou Yun raised the mirror, displaying it to Sanguinius and Guilliman in the room.

【Item Name: Tracking Image Mirror】

【Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store】

【Production Date: 261. 3】

【Function: A device shaped like a mirror; when a button is pressed on a person or object, it continuously reflects the sights and sounds experienced by that person or object, with additional features such as replay, size adjustment, volume control, and playback speed adjustment.】

A simple device with an affordable price, yet extremely practical.

Once selected by this mirror, all events experienced thereafter are recorded, viewable from any direction or angle.

And this surveillance is nearly impossible to prevent, unless the surveilled directly destroys the Tracking Image Mirror.

Long before resurrecting Guilliman, Zhou Yun had used this device on Sirendali the Veilwalker.

Even without the Lockheart Holy Beetle, her movements could not escape Zhou Yun's gaze.

Zhou Yun toggled the buttons on the mirror's back, and Sirendali the Veilwalker's figure appeared on its surface.

In the mirror, Sirendali the Veilwalker looked embarrassed, standing inside the Black Library, raising her head to offer a sheepish grin to the floating Xigaoqi.

"Hehehe, uh, Boss Xigaoqi."

"All those things I said were just to deceive the Death of Mankind. Though you've always read and never replied, I've always believed the Great Laughing God would never abandon His children."

"Of course, even if you did abandon me, it wouldn't matter—my debt to the Laughing God remains unpaid; in my heart, you alone are the sun!"

"Shut up." Xigaoqi drifted from one side of the Black Library to the other, pinching his chin and waving a hand to cut her off: "I'm thinking!"

"This is the last remaining intact and sane god of the Eldar—the Laughing God, Xigaoqi?"

Guilliman, wrapped in a blanket, asked from beside Zhou Yun.

The mirror reflected Xigaoqi's form—a comical, abstract clown.

His pale face, powdered like makeup, was covered in grotesque wrinkles and paint; his mouth stretched wide, revealing a row of sharp teeth; his hawk-like nose pierced through his forehead, merging with a pointed chin to form a strange crescent moon.

He wore a comical clown outfit resembling a robe, but his lower body seemed composed of flowing colored ink, neither fully real nor fully illusory.

Though separated by the mirror, Guilliman could sense that this so-called Laughing God possessed something uniquely unsettling—a single glance triggered an inexplicable urge to laugh.

"This is the Eldar's racial god," Guilliman murmured.

He had once disbelieved in gods or spirits, believing the universe was purely material. But everything he endured during the Horus Heresy reshaped his understanding.

Though Guilliman still refused to believe in faith, certain ghostly entities did exist in the galaxy—demons, deities, even living saints.

This led his rational mind to raise a question.

"Where is the human racial god?" Guilliman asked, puzzled.

The Eldar have a pantheon, the Orks have Gork and Mork—how could there be no god uniquely belonging to humanity?

After all, human history is filled with myths. Some of them might be true.

Zhou Yun and Sanguinius exchanged a glance, then stared at Guilliman with strange expressions, as if silently asking whether he knew what he was saying.

"What?" Guilliman frowned.

Zhou Yun opened his mouth to speak, but after a long pause, he only managed: "That blanket looks nice."

Guilliman was wrapped in the blanket for warmth, ice crystals slowly melting on his face.

Zhou Yun remembered seeing this blanket in the Relic Vault—it was one of the items Guilliman had insisted he not sell.

"Oh, this was Lady Yudun's legacy. She wove it for me," Guilliman said, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

"." Sanguinius's expression twisted slightly: "This is what my brothers always meant by Robert Guilliman's unconscious superiority."

Guilliman looked confused.

"Let's just find the location of the Black Library," Zhou Yun said, grimacing as he interrupted them, turning his gaze back to the mirror.

He adjusted the mirror, rewinding the footage until the moment Sirendali the Veilwalker began fleeing appeared.

"What are these extra bits of flesh? Are you sure this is accurate?"

In the mirror, Sirendali the Veilwalker stared in horror at the Fleshmongers.

She, in her agony, had only noticed the extra flesh—but Zhou Yun and the others noticed that after the surgery, one limb and two shears were missing.

Then Sirendali the Veilwalker was carried by the Clowns to the Ilyrim region on Macragge, where she entered the Webway through a gate.

"There's a Webway gate on Macragge?" Guilliman frowned.

"Ilyrim again," Sanguinius sighed. "I should've listened to Laine back then."

Konrad Curze had once caused chaos in this region.

At this, Guilliman spun his head sharply.

"Laine's suggestion was to orbital-bomb the entire Ilyrim region! This is Macragge—my homeworld!"

"Why didn't he bomb his own Caliban?"

A deathly silence filled the air. Sanguinius and Zhou Yun stared at Guilliman without speaking.

". He really did it himself?" Guilliman instantly understood the meaning of their silence, and was taken aback.

Guilliman and Sanguinius silently dropped the subject.

Both followed Zhou Yun as they watched Sirendali the Veilwalker and the Clowns' path through the Webway.

The two Primarchs, using their extraordinary skills, quickly mapped out the route through the Webway near Macragge leading to the Black Library.

Xigaoqi paced in midair above the Black Library.

He was torn, he was thinking.

Doraemon—or rather, Zhou Yun—possessed some ability to allow Eldar souls to avoid falling into Slaanesh after death, reborn instead in another time and space.

That time-space was called the "22nd Century," a future world without the Warp, seemingly existing only in the fantasies of humans who had never left Terra.

Xigaoqi did not know where this world came from or why it existed, but its function was undeniable.

It was another chance—a chance to save the Eldar.

Unlike Inard, Xigaoqi always remained wary of his brother, who had yet to fully awaken.

After all, Inard was the Death God, meant to be born from every Eldar death—and now he had begun to stir.

Inard was cold, gloomy, and dull; Xigaoqi simply could not like him.

But this human god, Doraemon, suited Xigaoqi's taste perfectly.

Yet deep within Xigaoqi's heart, beyond the desire to save the Eldar, lay another craving.

Revenge.

After the fall of the Eldar, the Clown God had laughed as always—but only the Clowns and he himself knew the pain and torment beneath.

But he was merely a clown: the God of Laughter, the God of Art, the God of Deception and Trickery.

Even Asuryan had failed to defeat the Hungering God; even Blood Hand Kain had shattered. What could a fleeing clown like him do?

Slaanesh was no fool like the Outer Gods.

So year after year, day after day, Xigaoqi began weaving intricate plots and conspiracies—he sought to pull off one final, devastating joke, a revenge against Slaanesh.

Inard agreed with him on this point; Inard's stance was inherently opposed to Slaanesh's.

But Zhou Yun was different—Slaanesh seemed to have a certain fondness for Zhou Yun, attempting to recruit him.

Zhou Yun had rejected Slaanesh's overture, yet their relationship had not soured; Slaanesh appeared to hope that by backing Zhou Yun, he could overpower Inard.

And Xigaoqi knew that Inard viewed Zhou Yun as a rival for his position.

In the matter of Guilliman's resurrection, Inard had betrayed Eldar tradition.

Clearly, Xigaoqi must choose between Zhou Yun and Inard.

"This kind of nonsense should be left to Morre-Blackg to read the future—it's her job as an old crone-god!"

"I shouldn't have to do it myself—damn it!"

"Oh, damn, I forgot you're all really dead."

Xigaoqi furiously waved his fists.

"I thought the Laughing God was always full of laughter—didn't realize you could get angry?" A voice suddenly spoke, addressing the Laughing God.

"If you remembered your entire family was dead, the one survivor was both stupid and schizophrenic, another was kept by a rotting fat man, a third was half-born and stuck, and all your children were addicts and lunatics—and you alone had to shoulder the family's debts—you'd be angry too!"

Xigaoqi blurted without thinking, emitting a series of squeaky cries.

Then he instantly realized something was wrong—this voice was not his Clown. He hurriedly looked down.

There, beside the trembling Sirendali the Veilwalker, stood a wooden door, red with pink accents.

Zhou Yun and Sanguinius stepped out from the door.

"Hail to you, Laughing God Xigaoqi, the Fourth Greatest Deceiver in the Galaxy, current Lord of the Eldar Pantheon, Supreme Deity, King of the Divine Genealogy."

Zhou Yun bowed slightly to Xigaoqi, his lips curled in a brilliant smile:

"Though the Pantheon now holds only one god—a master without followers, and the Divine Genealogy reduced to a single page—"

"Your greatness and glory need no words, just as the Eldar Empire shall be immortal."

(End of Chapter)