Goddess of Life
Asuryan's heart sank.
Not even girl Eldar is tempted? What does this guy want?
He carefully recalled the conversation just now, recalled every change in Guilliman's micro-expression, the ups and downs of the tone of every sentence, and then--
Got it.
This guy has only one goal from beginning to end: Webway technology.
The burning Nurgle's Garden and the life-saving goddess are all incidental.
What he wants is the technology that can change the Destiny of mankind, the ultimate hope that can completely rid mankind of the threat of Chaos.
Everything else is just a tack.
Asuryan Take a deep breath.
In this case--
Realizing that Guilliman was still not calm, Asuryan gritted his teeth and directly threw out the final chips.
"Actually, burning Nurgle's Garden is just a trivial matter. My real purpose is to hope that you can help me rescue Eldar's goddess of life."
Guilliman's eyes moved slightly.
"If you calm down, I will introduce the goddess of life to you."
Asuryan paused and emphasized his tone.
"She has a great figure and a broad mind, and is worthy of your status as Imperial Regent. The most important thing is that she is an F cup."
The moment the words fell.
Guilliman The anger and hostility around him dissipated in an instant.
It was like someone pressed a switch, and all the anger, stubbornness, determination, and fanaticism - all disappeared without a trace.
What replaced it was a deep, peaceful, almost Zen-like tranquility.
His blue eyes became clear and peaceful again, and the impatience, stubbornness, and flattery just now all disappeared.
The whole person returned to a calm and indifferent state, as if the furious Hongwen person just now was not him at all.
Asuryan was stunned.
Isn't this change too fast?
Guilliman Closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
When all the restlessness in the eyes fades away, when the anger is completely subsided, and when the heart returns to peace, the so-called disputes will disappear.
A true warrior will never be coerced by unnecessary emotions, nor will he always be obsessed with the sword.
A sword is just a tool.
Killing intent is just a means.
What really determines victory or defeat is the heart.
A true warrior doesn't need a sword!
Guilliman looked at Asuryan with a peaceful and relieved smile on his face.
There was no flattery, no flattery, no calculation in that smile, only a pure, sincere, and heartfelt smile -
"Uncle Gaoming."
The tone was respectful and sincere, completely losing the previous eagerness.
"I lost."
He finally admitted that the gaming methods of the Eldar God King in front of him were far superior to his own.
From beginning to end, Asuryan controlled the rhythm.
The mission release, the joke test, the chip throwing, the final showdown - every step is just right, and every step makes Guilliman have to follow his rhythm.
This is the real game of gods.
It's not about crushing with strength, it's not about power and scheming, it's about insight into the deepest parts of people's hearts.
Guilliman is sincerely convinced.
It's definitely not because of Eldar the majestic figure of the goddess of life.
"So," Guilliman put down the tea cup, and the monocle flashed in the sun, "You have gone in such a big circle, asking me to burn Garden of Nurgle and then chop Nurgle. To put it bluntly, you just want me to save the goddess Eldar who was kidnapped by the old man?"
Asuryan nodded, his expression as sincere as a salesman selling insurance. "Yes, that's what I mean."
Guilliman leaned on the stone bench, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
His brain was running at high speed - rescuing a goddess of life who had been imprisoned by Nurgle for 65 million years didn't sound like an easy job.
But the price offered by Asuryan is Webway technology, which is the ultimate technology that can completely rid mankind of the threat of Chaos.
"Tell me, why must we save her?"
Asuryan took a deep breath, and his gaze became profound. "Because Aeldari Gods needs the power of the goddess of life if he wants to recover."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the colorful buildings in Garden of Nurgle: "Forge Tower, Bacchus Vine, Concert Hall, Laughing God Statue - they are just fragments now, just wreckage, just kindling that I used my last strength to keep."
If you want to let them burn again, if you want to revive the gods, you need the injection of life authority.
Among the entire Milky Way, only Isha has the power over life."
Guilliman's brows wrinkled slightly.
The authority over life, no matter which version of the laws of the universe it is in, is an extremely unnatural existence.
After all, creation itself is a miracle.
And Eldar's Goddess of Life is not some pheasant god - she is the Milky Way genuine God of Life, a nurturing ceiling, and a pure natural healing nanny.
The recovery ability is so good, who among the ordinary gods can withstand it Nurgle personally feeds him shit every day?
"Think about it," Asuryan said with a hint of helplessness, "Isha has been imprisoned by Nurgle for 65 million years, and is force-fed every day. Rotten filth, musty soup, Chaos's secret dark cuisine, all kinds of new viruses and strange plagues are stuffed one by one, and the disease is evaluated 24 hours a day Primarch.
If it were any other god, it would have turned dark long ago.
But she is the goddess of life, born to defeat the plague, and comes with unlimited full-blood resurrection skills, so she has managed to survive until now."
The corners of Asuryan's mouth rose slightly, and there was a trace of pride in her smile, "And not only did she carry it herself, she also secretly sent a Psionic Energy pop-up warning to humans and other races in Milky Way, telling them which planet was going to be washed away by the Nurgle plague.
While being abused and fed by Chaos Gods every day, the entire network secretly rescued the suffering people - the most tragic worker in the 40k universe, a reverse anti-epidemic volunteer, and a compassionate and miserable goddess who survived in the cracks."
Guilliman was silent.
He thought of Imperium's inexplicable plague warnings over the years, those antidote formulas that suddenly appeared in Astropaths's mind, and those healing buffs that inexplicably took effect when Nurgle invaded.
It turns out that this imprisoned goddess was silently operating.
"If she is rescued," Asuryan's voice became more solemn, "Aeldari Gods can be revived.
They will work with me to re-invoke the positive power in Warp and build a new Eldar Pantheon.
Then all members move into Webway and start in-depth cooperation with humans - establishing a the Warp Sea of Souls Eldar Pantheon that truly belongs to Eldar and humans."
Guilliman's fingers stopped.
A new Eldar Pantheon, and Aeldari Gods alliance, all moved into Webway - this is no longer a simple "rescue", this is a major event that changes the pattern of Milky Way.
Once successful, humans and Eldar will no longer be enemies, but allies.
Those remaining Eldar Craftworlds, those wandering Dark Eldar, and even those hidden Eldar hiding in the depths of Webway, will all become human beings' natural partners.
"I understand."
Guilliman nodded, "This transaction is not a loss."
Chapter 16 How to get there is a problem
"But--" Guilliman changed the subject, and his expression changed from "the business is settled" to "how to operate it specifically", "Is there any way for you to send me to Garden of Nurgle?"
Asuryan was about to speak, but Guilliman raised his hand to stop him.
"Listen to me first."
Guilliman stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion, and looked at the colorful Garden of Nurgle, whose back was stretched out in the golden light.
"Intruding directly into the divine domain of a Chaos Gods, and he is also an old cunt of Nurgle's level. This is undoubtedly asking for shit."