"Exterminate the Eldar?"
Hades' gaze fell on the Eldar Mother Goddess. There were two conditions for the fall of Slaanesh. Either all the Eldar died, or all five Crone Swords were collected - after that, the Eldar God of Death would be awakened.
According to Eldar prophecy, the Eldar Death God will be the one who kills Slaanesh.
"That sounds good," Hades said, "but I think this seems a bit difficult? Old Ma, the Empire shouldn't send too many troops to attack the Eldar now."
Malcador shook his head, and the old man glanced at Aisha who was crying without tears.
"Hades," he said hoarsely, "we now have the Mother Goddess of the Eldar, and she has a strong connection to the new birth of the Eldar."
Malcador looked at Hades, trying to read something on his face, but unfortunately, Hades still had that expression - was he really thinking seriously
"Go on," Hades said.
"A little Warp connection," Malcador whispered. "You should not waste this opportunity. We can curse this shattered race. New life will become rare, until it is nothing."
Hades blinked. That might be one way - but he would not hand the hilt to Malcador.
"I'm a psychic Muggle," Hades said, "Are you sure this is possible? The Eldar have extremely long lifespans, not to mention they have Soul Stones."
Even if the elves die, their souls will not disappear, but remain in the soul stone. Perhaps for the elves, death is more vague to them.
"You can't. You can't do that."
Before Malcador could speak, a voice from the side interrupted them. Aisha was breathing rapidly, she "looked" at the two humans, but could not say anything.
Malcador sneered, he stood up arrogantly and stepped directly onto the altar.
"Of course we can do that."
Hades's attention was completely focused on Malcador. If there was any change in the flow of spiritual energy on the altar arranged by Mortarion, then he would not be polite.
"Be careful, old horse."
Hades whispered, while Malcador waved his scepter idly and strolled over to Elsa, the tip of the scepter touching the ground.
"Yes," said Malcador, with a mocking smile. "I do not think the Pale Lord is good with words. I am the prisoner and I will keep quiet."
"Aisa," Malcador began in fluent Eldar language, "wife of Kurnos, mother of Lilith, guest of the Heaven of Stasis, mother goddess of the Eldar - you should be thankful that you are the last complete Eldar god."
“But it won’t be that soon.”
What about Xi Gaoqi
Elsa opens her mouth. "No... and laughing—"
Malcador interrupted her impatiently, smiling grimly. "When the nest is overturned, the eggs will be broken. The days of the Eldar hiding in the Webway are over. The actions based on the prophecy have been disillusioned. It is time for you to face reality."
Malcador glanced at Aisha who looked incredulous again.
"I am thankful that the Pale Lord did not take away the mercy of the Corrupted Heaven."
Machado told a joke that no one understood.
Could it be Sigochi... No... Aisha recalled the previous mask. She truly felt the power of Sigochi in it. This could not be false at all, and the moment of the power of the Eldar gods was not false.
But what happened to Sigouchi
"If you truly loved your children," Malcador said, standing behind Elsa, his eyes dark, "you would have fulfilled their dream. Slaanesh can be killed. Isn't that what you always dreamed of?"
The Eldar God said nothing. Her face was pale, but she didn't know what to say.
"If you really love your children, why are you so stingy with your newborns? Or are you unwilling to pluck their wings? It's ridiculous and lamentable that the most developed branch of the Eldar now is the Dark Eldar - but do you recognize them as your offspring, Aisha?"
Due to the extremely low fertility rate of the Eldar, the Dark Eldar increase their numbers through blasphemous artificial breeding techniques, with only a few true children being born through natural reproduction.
The Dark Eldar are most likely not protected by Elsa. They have abandoned the Soul Stone - formed by Elsa's tears, which can protect the soul.
"… "
Elsa remained silent, and Malcador clapped his hands and laughed, "Life and life have different weights, don't they?"
"In this, Slaanesh will be more sincere."
The emperor pushed the scepter head casually with his fingertips, and the scepter shook.
"At least He likes the souls of the Dark Eldar, no matter where they come from."
Malcador coughed, then he resumed his High Gothic.
"I don't think highly of your so-called beloved son," Malcador said, wrinkling his eyes.
"Their numbers are too small, but since you are here, you might as well curse them."
Malcador's words were like a venomous snake that crawled into Aisha's ears.
"Aisha, you are the god who knows best what the Dark Eldar are doing now. Their lives have already taken an overwhelming position - this is the core of my plan."
Malcador looked up, past the desperate Eldar God, into the uncertain eyes of Hades.
"Comoros is located deep in the webway... Hades, with your power, we can easily break the webway barrier above Comoros and let the sea water from the sky pour into this sinful city."
"Then," Malcador smiled, "let the massive death of the Eldar draw Slaanesh towards him, and then kill him."
Hades raised his hand. "Wait, old horse, you seem to have skipped two important steps. First, will Slaanesh really go to Commorros? Second, kill Slaanesh?"
Malcador looked away indifferently.
"Slaanesh will pass," the old man said calmly, "He has tasted the forbidden fruit of madness once, and his desire is growing. I see it."
"Madness," Hades said calmly. "Which time? My time?"
Malcador nodded. "Or not?"
…Hades distortedly recalled a few painful memories, and he decided to ignore them for the time being.
If it was Malcador before his transformation, Hades might have taken the initiative to initiate a 1v1, but now he held back.
Malcador sighed and said,
“… The false gods will not tolerate Him this time.”
One Eldar Fall, one Hades, Slaanesh had no right to refuse... Malcador would not let Him.
If He does not come, then Malcador will personally slaughter all the Dark Eldar, and then use Aisha to slowly exterminate the rest of the Eldar. He has plenty of patience, and the death of the last Eldar will also herald the end of Slaanesh - the Eldar God of Death will be born.
Malcador had taken too long to prepare to completely devour the greatest source of his current power.
"Then how do I kill Him?"
Hades spread his hands, "I can't do that now."
Malcador glanced at Hades and sighed.
"grim Reaper."
He said,
"You may not be able to accomplish it alone... but what if you add the Grim Reaper? We have the ability to allow the Pale Lord to temporarily take the place of the Eldar Grim Reaper."
"Mortarion has done so once," Malcador said. "I believe he would be willing to try again."
Hades looked away with an "Ah, this" look in his eyes.
… … … … …
Hades spirit boy squatted, he knocked on the coffin lid,
"Old Mo, wake up, wake up, wake up."
The dark coffin did not respond, so Hades knocked again.
This time, Hades heard Barbarus curse, and then the sound of the coffin lid being lifted. Bones crawled out from the narrow gap. Mortarion stared at Hades impatiently.
[What are you doing?]
"I brought you a bed and quilt."
Hades stuffed the white and green quilt he was holding into the seam, and Mortarion was pushed back. Hades heard Barbarus swearing again, and then Mortarion stuck his head out again.
"My Lord Mo, you are so wise," said Hades, "Malcador is here to see me."
Mortarion's eyes were dead, and he confirmed once again that there were no surveillance cameras here.
[Aisha's cell, isn't it?]
Hades nodded frantically. "Lao Ma was acting really weird this time, touching my hands and laughing. I could only try to follow his lead and ask questions."
[What he said...]
"Kill Slaanesh," Hades said. "In short, Old Ma plans to break the webway of Commorra, lure Slaanesh himself over, and then kill Slaanesh—"
[Good idea, it's feasible,] Mortarion said, [I agree.]
"etc?!"
Hades howled, "Didn't you ask me to be wary of him?!"
said Mortarion.
Hades held out his hand, "... But, I don't think it's that simple?"
He frowned.
"Although I am a psychic Muggle, I speculate that if something happens to Slaanesh, Old Ma can benefit from it?"
[If you hope to occupy my sleep with your nonsense,] Mortarion said, preparing to lie down again, [Then, Revenant, you win.]
"Don't!"
Hades's hand was on his chest. "Master Mo, I'm worried that Lao Ma is deceiving me about spiritual power. Can you tell me more about it?"
Mortarion looked at Hades with a pale gaze.
[Except for you,] he said, [the power of the gods will not really disappear. Different similar powers are occupied by a certain god, but through certain means, we can strip these powers from them.]
"What means?"
Hades asked, and Mortarion glanced at him.
"Let them become weak," Mortarion said, "and preferably have followers of your own. If you have these two, you can try to devour the power."
[But...]Mortarion whispered, [There are simpler and more brutal ways.]
[The death of the old god heralds the birth of the new god. Kill Slaanesh and a new god will naturally appear. The prophecy of the Eldar clearly points this out. The death of Slaanesh and the rebirth of the god of death are two sides of the same coin.]
[And Malcador...]Mortarion exhaled, [... Occupying the magpie's nest, I suppose, he mentioned my relationship with the Eldar Death God?]
Hades nodded.
Mortarion sneered.
[I took over the power of the God of Death, creating a loophole for the coexistence of the God of Death and Slaanesh, and then the waves created by the death of Slaanesh became a god? I guess he completely avoided the part about killing Slaanesh? Death must be followed by rebirth, which is a good plan.]
"Isn't he afraid that you will ascend to godhood directly?"
Mortarion shook his head. [I... will not ascend to godhood. I have already occupied part of "7". Most of the power I hold is incompatible with Slaanesh. Even if I can absorb part of the power of Slaanesh's death... the rest will be taken by Malcador.]
"In that case," Hades pondered, "it would be better to continue to maintain the status quo. At least the power of Slaanesh will exist stably."
Mortarion looked towards Hades.
[Don't you want the extinction of the Eldar? ]
Hades was stunned, "Of course I want it."
Mortarion said calmly.
"Then-" Hades said, "If the plan really succeeds, if we really kill Slaanesh, what should we do with the authority that flows out of the Dark Prince's body after his death? I can devour some of it, but I can't eat it all."
Mortarion waved his hand. [Ask the Emperor.]
He said impatiently, "At least you don't have to worry about Malcador, Revenant. With adequate preparation, you are fully capable of killing another demigod after inflicting heavy damage to Slaanesh... As for the remaining corpses of Slaanesh... Ask the Emperor."
Mortarion lay back down, feeling somewhat better under the covers; at least his bony waist no longer had to come into direct contact with the black stone.
He felt relieved, just as he had said, just as Malcador had tried so hard to win over, just as the Lord of Mankind was proud of, the Empire now had a dirty bomb,
The explosion ten thousand years ago, the struggle over ten thousand years, all of these were not in vain, Chaos had long been weakened and could not take care of itself. Mortarion, who had fought in the garden, despised Chaos even more, he knew that they were not truly immortal.
Although the dirty bomb was disturbing his rest, he stuffed a pillow into the gap of the coffin as much as possible. Hades' voice sounded muffled from behind the pillow.
"Lao Mo! Lao Ma also told me some details about Comoros - you really don't want to listen?!"
Don't listen.
Mortarion closed his eyes, but at the end, Hades still heard the Pale Lord's small words,
[Let me handle the matter of cursing the rebirth of the Eldar.]
Mortarion said, "But let me rest for a while. Are you so anxious that you want to kill a god the next day?"
… … … … … …
"I know what you're hesitating about."
Malcador paced and walked back to Hades.
"Trying to kill a god in a foreign land? That sounds like a pipe dream."
The end of his words was raised and his tone was relaxed.
“But you can do it, because Comoros…”
Malcador held out his hand, and when he flipped it, an exquisite Eldar necklace appeared in his hand. Hades immediately recognized that it was made of black stone.
“Comoros welcomes you to do so.”
Malcador said with a wry smile. He held up the necklace in front of Hades and showed him the details of the black stone chain. Hades saw the words engraved in two languages on it -
"May Hades devour my soul forever."
Hades read out the sentence word by word.
Malcador's smile widened.
"Have you heard of the millennium-long transformation of Commorragh?" Malcador said. "I bribed some Dark Eldar... You should know this, Hades."
… … … … … …
Koz tiptoed along the black line that ran through the city of sin. Except for the wilderness, cemeteries... those places with low cost performance, these lovely and hateful black lines could be found everywhere.
These black stone lines mixed with the ashes of the soulless extend and grow together with the expansion of Commorragh.
In the palace where the Dark Eldar nobles gathered, these black lines were distributed according to the Dark Eldar's preferences, with a certain density and arranged into patterns, emitting a powerless pain that the Dark Eldar could not stop.
The Dark Eldar created a new word for this feeling, [Insomnia Paralysis]... Simply translated, it corresponds to the Low Gothic language of sleep paralysis.
The Dark Eldar simply loved this feeling, another feeling of their soul being slowly devoured, but it kept them away from the torture after death and completely separated the fate of the individual from that of the race. Combined with the soulless and prayers - the pain was different and more flavorful.
For those powerful people who are satiated by the feast of the soul, this is more like a vomiting of the soul and a suicide.
Koz looked up and saw these black lines arranged and merging into the towering Hades Tower in the distance. A black tower appeared at regular intervals, and the low-concentration black domain dispelled the malice from the subspace.
The Webway is magical. It is the gap between the Warp and the real world. It is not built in the real world, but is isolated from the Warp. Here, stable physical laws still exist - this is the basis for the existence of these Hades Towers and black lines.
These black lines were also named, and they were renamed the "Twilight Line" by the Eldar.
They will become another destination for the souls of the Dark Eldar after their complete death.
Ten thousand years ago, in order to escape the devouring of Slaanesh, the Dark Eldar established their unholy cult on Commorragh.
There is only one core doctrine: steal power from the dull darkness and escape from the table of the youngest queen.
(End of this chapter)