Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1105 The Sorrow of Prophecy
"But what the Burner said does make sense."

Zen continued to speak.

"Directly changing the past, present, and future of the real universe will indeed lead to terrible consequences, but there are ways to avoid it."

"The final step of the grand plan is sacrifice. My race will firmly anchor the existing timeline of the real universe on a conceptual level, and will also anchor the fate of everyone. Everything will remain the same, except that the erosion of the gods will no longer exist in the future."

After listening to Zen's story, Qin Mo suddenly became extremely curious about this race: "You all seem to be able to see into the future, into the extremely distant future, but you just can't see into the fate of your own race. Otherwise, why don't you change the fate of the ancient saints' extinction?"

"Is there any reason why the ancient saint race must exist and cannot be extinct?" Zen asked back.

The emperor looked at Qin Mo.

Even though Qin Mo was so eloquent, he was left speechless by Zena's light question.

"Even if we look at the issue from a selfish perspective, we really can't change the fate of genocide."

“This is the sadness of prophecy.”

"You know what's going to happen, but no matter what you do, it's hard to change it. Of course, in some small things, you only need to pay attention to something to change your future, but in big things like the survival of the race, no matter how much effort you put in, it will be in vain."

The fate of the ancient sage race itself was expressed in Zen's understated conversation.

Zen looked at Qin Mo.

"Speak in the language of your variable's culture."

"Everything is fate, nothing is up to you."

Qin Mo remained silent, but he had many questions in his mind that he wanted to ask the ancient sage in front of him.

He couldn't believe that a race would accept its own destruction so willingly.

He couldn't believe that this powerful, god-like race didn't put up any resistance at all.

Even though Zen couldn't use its psychic powers to probe Qin Mo's mind, it knew what Qin Mo wanted to ask, so it took the initiative to explain.

"The fate of the Necrontyrs is fixed. At the moment when their entire race was conceptually extinct, the waves that were stirred up in the sea of ​​souls had already determined this matter."

"And the fate of the Old Saints, who are entangled with the fate of the Necrontyr, will also be anchored the moment they are devoured by the Star God in the future."

"Of course we can change our destiny, but we cannot make absolutely safe changes. It is an established fact that the subspace has become turbulent. We have no way to calm it, nor can we use it like before to accomplish something safely."

"Using the already turbulent subspace to do something with far-reaching impact, rather than using psychic energy for a small matter, the serious consequences of this behavior are obviously easier to accept than the extinction of a race."

Zen still plainly describes the survival of the race.

After hearing this, Qin Mo asked in astonishment: "Your perspective is too high... so high that it's a bit cold-blooded..."

"My race is cold-blooded," Zen said. "In the primitive period of my race, a predecessor with psychic gifts enlightened us. It was called the Great Sage."

Qin Mo recalled the history of the ancient saints.

In this primitive era of the race, an individual with excellent psychic talent floated up in front of his peers, spoke words of transcendence, and then enlightened his peers. "We have spent a long time thinking about what the meaning of our enlightenment is, and why the saints enlightened us?"

"Then we came to the answer. We are born different and extraordinary. We should naturally take on responsibilities that other races cannot take on, just like the saint who enlightened other creatures in the real universe."

"When the survival of the real universe itself is unknown, we should focus on the real universe itself, rather than the survival of our species."

Zen said, looking up, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate the stars.

"For a race like us, the present is always insignificant compared to the past and the future. We don't care about the present, we don't care about the present time, we care more about the past and the future from a macro perspective."

"But because of this, we often ignore the present..."

Hearing this, the Emperor thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "Will the things I lead mankind to do in the future undermine your grand plan to some extent?"

"Yes, this is true." The Ancient Saint nodded, "The Great Crusade brought extremely strong negative emotions to the galaxy, and the Empire, as a temporary ruling tool, made your race suffer. The endless flow of emotions feeds the gods in the Ocean of Souls, so that if you really face the crisis of destruction, the gods will protect humans."

"But everything you did was your best effort, and it was a wise move made in the dilemma."

"If you don't unify the human race, then what you'll be supplying to the gods won't just be negative emotions. A loose and chaotic human race may drag the entire real universe into the quagmire."

After responding to the emperor, Zen looked at Qin Mo again.

"Get out of here and do what you want to do."

"You are the only variable. The gods cannot spy on you. If you hadn't appeared around my future self, I wouldn't have noticed you either. This is an advantage."

"Perhaps in the distant future my race has perished and cannot provide you with any substantial help, but in the past of the real universe timeline, the Grand Plan will proceed. After you complete your work and repair the curtain of the real universe and isolate it from the widespread influence of the gods, my race will complete the final step of the Grand Plan and anchor the entire timeline with sacrifice."

Qin Mo nodded, thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How will the sacrifice you mentioned be carried out?"

Zen replied calmly: "We will turn the extinction of the ancient race into a ritual. The extinction of this race is a sacrifice. The immense psychic energy will anchor the timeline of the real universe and what has happened as I said, and prevent the collapse of reality."

Qin Mo was stunned.

Orikan opened the passage to the next time node: "Let's get out of here."

"Let's go." Zen raised his claws and waved them gently. "You, the variable, have your own problems to deal with, and we, the constants, have our own problems to deal with. My own constant is to be killed by the Burner in the future, but I can guess that in the more distant future, you will bring a sense of order to the despicable existence of the Star God."

"If you think we are noble, you don't need to do anything for us or be grateful to us."

"Your change of the mindset of a despicable being like the Star God is a commemoration of the sacrifice of the ancient saint race."

Zen slowly floated and turned, moving away into the distance.

Its race has a racial future.

And it itself has its own future.

As a speaker, Zen's mission has ended, and what it needs to face next is being caught by Imotekh and the Burning One in the future.

(End of this chapter)