Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 538 Prophecy and Curse—The Eldar’s Plan and Split

But, are there really no reinforcements?of course not.

In fact, the reinforcements that the rebel company commander expected had already set off an hour ago.

But this regiment directly under the guard from the [-]th regiment of Kritov was destined to never arrive because of a small incident on the road.

Yes, just a little thing, a "friendly greeting" from an alien civilization.

Infiltration troops from the Eldar, under the orders of Alstin Leman, the representative of the Seers' Council stationed on the front lines of the war.

With a complete company including Howling Banshees and Eldar militiamen, the reinforcements sent by Kritov's [-]th Regiment remained at the rail train station forever.

Assassinations, sniping, raids, and then a barrage of Eldar shurikens fired into the cramped carriage.

The regimental guard of the eighth regiment of Critodo was well-equipped, but under such a premeditated and precise attack, it could only be punished on the spot.

As the instigator of this "massacre", the leader of the clan warriors, Morphy, only expressed hypocritical "regret" for the destruction of this army, and then issued a puzzled message to his superiors at the end of the battlefield. doubt.

"Why do we get involved in the monkeys' fight?"

"Because of the prophecy." Of course Alstin would not tell his true intention, it would remain a secret until all the mysteries were revealed.

"Because the prophets 'saw' what happened here, and we have an obligation to make those futures a reality."

He just habitually came up with the same excuses to prevaricate and perfuse the subordinates in front of him.

As for the "reason" opposite, which could be called a master key, Morphy did not dare to ask any more questions.

Yes, in a sense, Alstin’s words are not wrong.

The order he just gave was indeed fulfilling the will of the Prophet Council regarding "prophecy".

But what no one knows is that at the moment when the two Eldar Arks are fighting together, the Prophet Council's understanding of the same prophecy is not completely unified.

As an envoy sent by the Uthwe Ark, Alstin obviously had some subtle reservations about grasping and making decisions about specific situations on the front-line battlefield.

On the surface, Alstin will of course resolutely fulfill the unified will of the two Arks, find the "lost key" mentioned in the "prophecy" as quickly as possible, and then recover it.

But on the other hand, he also didn't dare to forget even a little bit, forgetting that he was on the eve of departure.

He was found privately by his own prophet, who was also his mentor on the path to prophethood, and then issued the order.

"The key is not important! What is important is the cursed person!"

"The cursed one?"

Alstin recalled how confused he felt at the time because he didn't know that any "human beings" were subject to their curse.

"I can't see him!" Alstin looked at his mentor and asked, but his mentor did not give an answer.

"I can't see it either." His mentor said, and then in Alstin's confusion, he gave a "prophecy" that shocked him.

"But there are oracles in the pantheon that remain:

At the end of the third era of the rotation of the galactic center, under the darkness closest to greed.

The gatekeeper who is not given up will wander in the sleepwalk of bones.

And in the will of those two Arks, they will definitely 'see' the one attracted by the key - the cursed one. "

"Oracle?" Alstin murmured, and the thoughts in his brain brought him from memories to reality.

God's instructions have their own power, and all Alstin can do is revere and obey.Although there are thousands of doubts and puzzles in his mind, since the oracle has come down, it must one day become a reality.

And that day really came.

Not that long ago, if we were to measure human time, it would have been thirty standard Terran days ago.

Alstin was working on his own wraithbone battleship as usual.

And just after he organized the communication between the warship and the ground forces in the name of the representative of the Prophet's Council in accordance with the Eldar regulations in a state of war.

During his habitual meditation, he really and unexpectedly saw the "cursed existence" in the divine prophecy!
No, that was not real seeing, but in capturing the trajectory of destiny, in countless possible and real fantasies, he saw the existence of the "lost key".

And it was this "key" that he had examined countless times in the long river of destiny, but at this subtle moment, it showed him an unprecedented possibility!
It was a strand of silk;
That's another direction.

That may be hidden behind endless darkness;
And with the help of the power of the road and the gods, Alstin could clearly see through the gaps in the darkness:
At the end of the thread wrapped around the "key" is a silver crown of thorns bearing the mark of the gods!
"It really happened!" Alstin exclaimed in his soul.

He was almost shocked to lose his "personality" by this miraculous scene, and the gripping hand of power stretching out in the subspace, extending from the soul to countless false and real things, was also using unstable fragmentation and coming from the future. The peeps of the living reminded him of the danger at this moment.

"Phew! Calm down...calm down...maintain...maintain..."

The whispers of the warp howled in his ears, and the teachings of the prophets struggled to emerge in his mind.

Discipline...behaviour...

Ritual...mapping...

He held the cold staff tightly, and even his long nails were pale with blood loss.

The "layers" and "persons" that were on the verge of losing control were stabilized by reason;
And Alstin, who had his hands free, finally gained some sense of security and howled angrily at the outsiders entrenched in his brain!

"Get away! Outsiders! Don't try to twist my will! Get out of my brain!"

"I will... I will... As you wish..." The voice wandered between cunning laughter and crying, as if its own existence was full of distortion and unknown.

It and the pain it brought slowly shrank under Alstin's power, but the echo that lingered in his mind still revealed the evil and blasphemy of the unborn:
"Remember...remember...it was me who chose you, not you who drove me away..."

"Get out!" Alstin's roar echoed in reality, and his guards walked in from the door of the meditation room.

This sect warrior, who was responsible for both "protection" and "supervision", had just been entangled in the temporary information delivered by the ground forces.

And after she hurriedly returned to the meditation room and heard Alstin's roar coming from inside, her hanging heart finally relaxed.

"You're out of control, Alstin." Her expression was hidden behind the mask.

Let Alstin wonder which one is more threatening or action in this sentence.

But fortunately, the other party also made mistakes, and this was not the first time he had faced this situation.

"You have also failed in your duty," said Alstin.

"...Very good, I will accept my punishment." The tribe warrior looked at him and answered after being silent for a while.

Alstin, who said nothing, took a deep breath after the other party disappeared from the end of his field of vision.

"The Cursed...the crown...oh, and the thorns..."

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(End of this chapter)