Orks Are a Fine Choice, Aren't They?
Yvraine's mouth opened.
Close.
Opened again.
"How is this possible?" Her voice was full of disbelief, "Although we look similar in appearance, we are fundamentally different. Human genes, Psionic Energy talents, and life spans are all different from Eldar."
Isha looked at her, with a kind of helplessness in his eyes. "You have forgotten what kind of god I am."
"Of course it can." Her tone was calm, "I, the goddess of life, plus Asuryan, the king of gods, plus the help of Emperor of Mankind, of course it is true."
She paused, stretched out her hand, and lightly tapped Yvraine's forehead.
"Humanity was originally going to achieve Psionic Energy ization as a whole. They would have progressed to the same height as us. Our genes would become more and more consistent, because Eldar was originally a manifestation of Old Ones Psionic Energy's creation, and it was a masterpiece. And humans are constantly getting closer in that direction. We will become more and more alike. Everything we do now is just to accelerate this process."
Yvraine was silent.
She remembered those blue giants when she was at Macragge.
Their strength, speed, and reaction have far exceeded the category of "human beings".
They can fly in a vacuum, tear apart Titans's armor with their bare hands, and use Psionic Energy to sense enemies several light years away.
The gap between them and Eldar is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"But..."
"There is no but." Isha interrupted her with a soft but unquestionable tone, "Those of us who are in the highest position have already seen the future trend of this Milky Way. As long as we defeat Tyranids, destroy the four gods of Warp, and make the Warp calm - then the entire Milky Way will usher in a wonderful situation full of vitality and all things competing."
She turned around and looked at the slowly setting sun at the end of Garden of Nurgle.
The golden sunlight shines on her white robe, coating her figure with a warm halo.
"I don't know what they want to do specifically. The thoughts of those supreme beings are always strange, but reasonable. But the general direction is unmistakable. Even a secondary goddess like me can guess this general direction."
She turned her head and looked at Yvraine.
"You are the human incarnation of the God of Death. Next, if the God of Death does not come into the world, you will be the representative of death. Even if he comes into the world, you and him will be inseparable. You may even be the agent of death."
Yvraine's breathing stopped for a moment.
"Use humanity to overwhelm divinity, Yvraine." Isha's voice was very soft, but every word seemed to be engraved on Yvraine's heart, "Eldar needs a human Ynnead, not just the divine Ynnead. A qualified Ynnead can help us better fight against Chaos Gods. This universe can also usher in liberation earlier."
Yvraine looked at her, looking at that gentle face with the kindness of the elders.
There was no coercion or expectation in those blue eyes, only a calmness of "I've finished, you decide for yourself".
She suddenly had a strange feeling.
It felt like the sky was falling, and a tall man was holding it up.
She has been carrying it all her life, from a warrior to a leader of Reaper Host, from a hunted survivor to a representative of the alliance with Imperium of Man.
Carrying the hope of Eldar, carrying the mission of Ynnead, and carrying the unfulfilled wishes of those dead comrades.
She never felt that she could let go, relax, or stop carrying it.
But now, she is looking at Isha, at the goddess of life who escaped from Nurgle's Garden and has been imprisoned for countless years but is still as gentle as ever, and at Asuryan - the one who escaped from Eldar Pantheon The King of the Gods, who came out of the ruins of and used his body to protect the fragments of the gods for 65 million years, looked at Emperor, looked at Guilliman, looked at those beings she once thought were enemies, but now sat behind the same table to negotiate--
She suddenly felt that maybe she didn't need to carry it alone.
"Relax, Yvraine." Isha's voice seemed to read through her thoughts, "We will all help you. Especially when Lord Regent is here."
Yvraine's ears are red again.
Isha smiled, with a narrow "I knew it" look in his eyes.
"I believe that Eldar will definitely have a human Ynnead." She paused and her tone became more relaxed, "I also believe that the powerful Lord Regent will never allow his friends - especially friends of the opposite sex - to have all their thoughts occupied by a damn god."
Yvraine's face turned completely red.
"Isha Master..."
"Call me sister." Isha interrupted her, "Or auntie. I'm much older than you, but I'm young at heart."
Yvraine opened his mouth but did not scream.
Isha didn't care, turned around, and continued walking in Garden of Nurgle.
Her long skirt left a shallow trace on the grass, and the bent grass blades slowly straightened up behind her, as if bowing to her.
"You know," she suddenly said, her tone becoming a little casual, "As long as that Lord Regent is willing to give up part of his humanity, he may even occupy the position of Khorne's 'unintentional killing'."
Yvraine paused for a moment.
"What?"
"He definitely has the qualifications." Isha's tone was still relaxed, as if he was talking about an irrelevant gossip:
"As long as he sacrifices part of the human race, he can achieve it. He doesn't even need to sacrifice humans, other races can do it. Isn't Orks a great choice?"
Yvraine was silent.
She thought of that handsome face that always had a hint of tiredness and a smile that was a bit unbeatable.
The man in the black tuxedo and monocle who set fire to Nurgle's Garden.
She suddenly felt that what Isha said seemed to be right.
That man does have that potential.
"Of course." Isha added, "He won't do that. Because he is Guilliman and he has a mother."
Yvraine was stunned for a moment.
Then, she laughed.
The laughter was not loud, but it echoed in Garden of Nurgle and startled a few birds hiding in the trees.