Chapter 314: Little Widow Isha is slurping thick soup

Archmagos Belisarius Cawl shuttled through the Black Library, looking for the information he needed.

That great Prime Mover who was unwilling to admit He was a god had opened the door to this crystallization of Aeldari wisdom to him.

Here was the Aeldari's own accumulation of knowledge, as well as the crystallization of wisdom that the Aeldari had stolen from various races, including humans.

Belisarius Cawl mainly focused his energy on the Emerald Tablet that the great Prime Mover had given him.

The origin of human bio-alchemy was recorded on this secret code written by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Belisarius Cawl tried to crack a part of the mysteries within it and was shocked by the wisdom of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, of the Omnissiah.

If he could have gotten this book earlier, he might have been able to take Primaris technology to a higher level.

Belisarius Cawl was looking for books that could help him better understand the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's technology; his gaze fell on a book on the shelf written in alien characters. Hmm, these characters seemed to be in the style of the Necrons, just slightly different.

But Belisarius Cawl could still vaguely recognize that it was a record about the anatomy of the ancient Aeldari.

Belisarius Cawl loathed those abominations, but all machines were extensions of the Machine God, all technology was the wisdom of the Omnissiah, and all power came from the Prime Mover.

He stretched out a mechanical hand, trying to pull out that book—

Fire turned into a barrier on the bookshelf, and an Aeldari rune depicting wings, flames, a bird's head, a single eye, and a crown flashed in mid-air, preventing Belisarius Cawl from reaching out.

"This is a barrier woven by Asuryan, isolating mortals from the gods, and thus also isolating the knowledge in the Black Library that involves the gods too much."

"My dear Isha knows how to bypass this thing, but she is currently slurping thick soup on the edge of the Plague God's mansion!"

Cegorach's giggling laughter sounded from mid-air; He was standing at the high point of the Black Library with the great Prime Mover, not knowing what they were discussing.

Belisarius Cawl bowed to the great Prime Mover and continued to look for what he needed in the Black Library.

"Asuryan's barrier? This thing still remains?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows with some curiosity.

He knew the origin of this thing; back in the era when the Aeldari had not yet fallen and the pantheon was still complete, the Aeldari maiden goddess Lileath made a prophecy.

The Aeldari god of murder, Khaine, would be killed by the Aeldari.

How should Zhou Yun describe Khaine?

Khaine was a pure god, a god who had detached from high-level interests, a god who had abandoned thinking, a god who was harmful to both the material and Warp universes.

As the god of murder, Khaine had a set of methodologies unique to Himself for the complicated problems in this world—that is, kill!

There was no problem in this world that couldn't be solved by killing; if there was, it was because not enough killing had been done.

He would be killed by the Aeldari? Others might be confused and hesitant about this headless and tailless prophecy, but Khaine would not.

Since the Aeldari would kill Him in the future, wouldn't it be fine if He killed all the Aeldari now?

Thus, Khaine, this racial god of the Aeldari, directly manifested in the material universe and began a wave of killing behavior against the entire Aeldari race.

As for questions like where He, this racial god, would go after the Aeldari were killed, it was hard to say whether there was any thinking in Khaine's brain.

But the other Aeldari gods obviously couldn't stand Khaine's abstract behavior; in the end, the master of the Aeldari pantheon, Phoenix King Asuryan, wove a barrier.

This barrier would permanently isolate the Aeldari from the gods, and the gods and the Aeldari could no longer communicate and contact each other directly.

In the end, Slaanesh was born, the gods were devoured, and Khaine was also shattered by Slaanesh, who was born from the Aeldari's indulgence; in a sense, it also fulfilled Lileath's prophecy.

But in Zhou Yun's view, if Lileath hadn't made a blind prophecy, Khaine wouldn't have slaughtered the Aeldari, Asuryan wouldn't have isolated the gods from the Aeldari, the Aeldari wouldn't have indulged in lust if they were controlled by the gods, the tragedy of Slaanesh's birth might not have happened, and Khaine wouldn't have been shattered.

It could only be said to be a story with a very Aeldari style.

"It seems you know the origin of this barrier?" Cegorach said with a grin: "This barrier comes directly from Asuryan, the true master of the pantheon; in other words, it comes from the Aeldari pantheon itself."

"As long as the pantheon does not completely fall, this barrier will always exist, but it will weaken as the pantheon weakens."

"If you want to break this thing, you have to go and kill all my brothers in Slaanesh's belly, crush Khaine completely, strangle Ynnead, and then kill Isha and me."

"The Aeldari pantheon still exists?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"Of course!" Saying this, Cegorach waved His hand violently.

A ripple stirred in the Black Library in front of Zhou Yun; the scene in front of him shook like the surface of water, exposing the scene under the water.

That was a temple, magnificent and exquisite, carved with billions of kinds of exquisite carvings and patterns; slender arched bridges constantly shuttled between the domes, weaving into a dense net.

Under the dome were many thrones.

Some were burning with flames, hanging scales and a phoenix, standing at the highest point.

Some had a severed hand hanging down, with a small pouch hanging on it; it seemed that the threads of fate were flowing on it.

Some had a traveler's cloak hanging, with the exile's tools and tent hanging on it, like a wanderer's residence.

There were also those with forging hammers and anvils, those with a maiden's ornaments, and those with a dead hunting dog hanging.

But most of these thrones were shattered, with only a few remaining complete.

On the throne burning with blood and fire, with ninety-nine blood swords hanging, sat a shattered statue of a god.

The throne with vibrant branches hanging, blooming with white flowers, was complete but empty, with mold vaguely spreading on it.

The throne hanging with various magic props and vicious jokes was in a very inconspicuous position, but a giggling clown was sitting on it; the clown was wearing a crown on his head.

In addition, there was a throne that looked like it had been newly carved, and a cold and dead figure was sitting on the throne.

Besides that, there was Zhou Yun, who raised his eyes with taboo, looking toward the dome of the temple; vaguely, purple light fell from the dome.

"You see, the pantheon is here; it's a pity that only a few gods are left sitting in this position."

Cegorach was still giggling as He said.

Zhou Yun was slightly surprised; he didn't expect the Aeldari pantheon to be hidden under the cover of the Black Library—no, it should be said that it could only be hidden under the Black Library.

It should be precisely the joint power of the Black Library and the pantheon that allowed the Clown God to hide in it and avoid Slaanesh's pursuit.

"Actually, a brand new cycle has already been formed in the pantheon." Cegorach waved His hand to cover the pantheon under the Black Library again and said.

"... You, Ynnead, and Isha?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and asked.

As the goddess of life Isha, as the god of death Ynnead, and the Laughing God in the middle, this indeed seemed to be able to be called a kind of cycle.

"No, it's Khaine, Ynnead, and me; Isha is absent." Cegorach shrugged and said: "Of course, the cycle is not perfect; Khaine is still shattered."

"... If Khaine were not shattered, He would directly start killing the Aeldari."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and said:

"Khaine is responsible for killing all the Aeldari, Ynnead is responsible for being born after the Aeldari are dead, and you are useless... This is also called a cycle?"

"How on earth did you come up with such a set?"

"Given the situation of our Aeldari, it's not bad to have one; shouldn't I just try to make do?" Cegorach showed a helpless expression and said.

Then He giggled: "Or you can help me go into Nurgle's Garden and fish Isha back."

"That way, Khaine is responsible for killing, Isha is responsible for saving, and I am responsible for performing cheers for them on the side."

"Sure, sure, Isha is a little widow, and it just so happens that humanity's Hua Hua Hua Di Huang is also a little widower; they can make do." Zhou Yun grinned and joked.

"Giggle, you can—" Cegorach's laughter stopped abruptly; He raised His head slightly, His gaze cast outside the Black Library.

Darkness, deep and cold darkness was spreading in the Webway, and the heavy weight of death pressed on this Aeldari treasure house of wisdom.

All the Harlequins felt a bone-chilling cold, as if their souls had lost the protection of their flesh and were completely exposed to the cold wind.

Something twisted, huge, and invisible to mortal eyes was squeezing in from the Webway.

The Harlequins instinctively understood this point.

And Zhou Yun saw it even more clearly.

He saw that in that illusory darkness, there were countless swirling circuits circling, intersecting, and flowing in the void.

In these circuits were countless Aeldari souls; these souls wandered in the cycle, circling in it like a ghost hitting a wall.

All emotions, will, and spirit gathered into one in this rotation, forming a strong desire.

A desire for true death, a desire for revenge against Slaanesh, a desire for the destruction of everything.

All these wills swirled together, billions upon billions of faces snarling and roaring with the same hatred and agony, coalescing into an indescribable monster.

That was the Aeldari god of death, Ynnead.

"Actually dragged the main body over." Cegorach frowned slightly.

Ynnead's main body was hidden in the depths of the Aeldari Infinite Circuit, just as Cegorach rarely let Himself leave the Black Library; Ynnead almost never let His main body, which had not yet been fully born, leave the Infinite Circuit.

Generally speaking, the one who acted on Ynnead's will was...

That death monster named Ynnead twisted its body, and the brilliant colored flames composed of souls condensed into a figure full of chill in the void.

That figure had white hair like death itself, a face that was blue and cold, ethereal, with a slender figure, androgynous, holding the Crone Sword "Sword of Souls, Vilith-zhar" in one hand, and holding the pure gold symbol symbolizing the god of death in the other.

The product of Ynnead's initial birth, the avatar of the god of death, The Yncarne.

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