Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1195 Farewell
The room, which was almost filled with cables flowing with psychic energy, was only big enough for Horus himself to enter. The primarchs stood by the door and looked at Aisha uncomfortably.

Qin Mo raised his hand.

The cables dissipated in an instant.

"She feels that living like this is undignified, but in order to wait until you come back, she accepted this way of survival." Qin Mo said to the Primarchs.

After hearing this, the Primarchs stared at Aisha and then walked into the room.

They had not removed their armor because they were in a hurry to come here, so they took off their helmets and held them in their hands, half-knelt down and gathered around Elsa.

When she saw Sanguinius folding his wings, Elsa reached out to him.

Sanguinius stepped forward and held out a finger for Elsa to grasp.

"Don't feel inferior because of your wings." Aisha said, "You and your brothers are born extraordinary and different. You just have one more difference than your brothers."

Sanguinius had heard these words from Aisha more than once, and when he heard them again his wings spread gently, enveloping his brothers on either side.

Elsa's gaze swept across the faces of the primarchs one by one, and finally fell on Qin Mo.

Elsa wanted to tell Qin Mo some truths at this time, some great truths, about the fate of the human race or the cause of the real universe that she couldn't understand, but just like she didn't understand those things, she couldn't say it.

Qin Mo used his eyes to tell Aisha that she didn't need to say anything for him, as the primarchs understood everything.

Elsa nodded slightly and looked away.

"Perhaps there is another way." Magnus said, "Those forbidden knowledge, those..."

"I know about witchcraft. My mother is a witch." Elsa looked at Magnus. "And I also know what the so-called methods of bringing people back to life will bring. I have witnessed a person who was brought back to life become like a monster...with no dignity. Don't let me become like that, child."

Magnus squeezed Elsa's arm gently, his features twisted together in grief.

"I know you know this too." Elsa raised her hand and stroked Magnus' face. "You are just too sad, so you want to save him at all costs."

Magnus nodded vigorously.

"Your thirst for knowledge exceeds that of any scholar I have ever met in my 140 years of life," Aisha said. "But whether a person has truly mastered knowledge and is truly erudite does not depend on how much he knows, but on whether he can foresee what kind of consequences his knowledge will bring."

"I don't know much, and even compared to you kids, I seem stupid, but I've seen what happens to those who harbor delusions of mysterious knowledge."

"Always be wary of mysterious knowledge, okay?"

Magnus nodded continuously after hearing what Elsa said.

Elsa slowly looked at each Primarch again, one after another, just like she had told bedtime stories to the Primarchs many times before, one after another.

Many times, after the primarchs fell asleep, when they were waiting in the dimensional space, Elsa had imagined what she would say to each primarch if the day of her end came.

She had imagined many scenarios.

These super people who were born different could not come to her to do more important things, so she had to die alone.

Or any other possible situation.

For example, if you die suddenly, your soul will dissipate.

Elsa wanted to prepare a suicide note full of instructions many times, but every time she picked up the pen, she didn't know what to write in it.

It's not that she had no instructions for each of the Primarchs, but that she no longer had any regrets. All the instructions that a person might say to the people who raised him when he is dying, Elsa had told all of them countless times during these years.

Now Aisha just wants to sleep surrounded by the Primarchs.

Horus sat behind Elsa and let her lie in his arms.

He remembered that Lady Aisha had said that she would never die lying down, as that was not in line with her culture.

Aisha, who was about to ask Horus to help her sit up, was very happy that Horus still remembered this, and she closed her eyes gently.

Time passed in silence. When Magnus suddenly trembled all over, the Primarchs knew that Aisha had fallen asleep.

It's exactly the same as sleeping.

Elsa lay in Horus' arms, breathing normally, her blood flowing normally, but no matter how Horus shook her, she had no reaction.

The withering of the soul is like the loss of consciousness, and the whole person is only alive on a physiological level.

Qin Mo stood up straight, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

……

within dimensional space.

On the cradle world where the Primarchs grew up, on the plains outside the beautiful castle and countless magnificent giant buildings.

The primarchs and Qin Mo are preparing for the funeral.

Angron knelt on the ground in pain. Llane and Leman Russ carried two large trees and placed them on the ground. Ferrus and Vulkan took tools and made the trees into coffins.

Fulgrim took out what he thought were the most beautiful clothes and burial objects prepared for Lady Elsa. The other Primarchs also took out items that they valued and were related to their childhood experiences and placed them next to Elsa.

Elsa didn't expect that she could live so long. She had already told the primarchs about her affairs after death.

Her culture is that of a nomadic tribe in the Terra Desert, and she is the last inheritor of her culture.

In a culture that even Elsa herself doesn't know her own name, death must be buried, which means stopping wandering and no longer having a fixed place to live.

Perturabo and Dorn dug a circular pit with a radius of thirty meters, then jumped out of the pit and walked to the side of the coffin.

The brothers had already placed the items they had prepared into the coffin, leaving only Perturabo and Dorn.

Don placed in the coffin the collection of stories Lady Elsa had told him as a child.

Perturabo took out a box and put the little girl's clothes he wore as a child and the leather rope he used to tie his pigtails into it.

The coffin closed.

"When we were little, we used to come here to play after the ladies fell asleep," Coates said, not knowing why he said that.

Perhaps it was because Koz remembered that when he was a child, he was always the one who chose not to pretend to sleep among all the brothers who pretended to sleep.

Why would the Primarchs need sleep? They just wanted to reassure Lady Elsa.

"Bury him quickly," Perturabo urged.

The Primarchs immediately cast disapproving glances at Perturabo.

From the beginning, Perturabo had been like the Emperor present at Elsa's deathbed, expressionless, and now he urged.

Qin Mo raised his hand, and the coffin slowly floated up and landed steadily in the deep pit.

Perturabo walked forward silently, picked up a shovel, and dug the soil to bury it.

As everyone bowed their heads in silence for Aisha, Perturabo turned and walked into the woods nearby.

When he came out, he was carrying a huge rock on his shoulder.

Perturabo laid the stone on the ground, base outward, then he squatted and carved words into its smooth underside with his fingernails.

【A most beloved person rests here. 】

After carving the words, Perturabo turned around expressionlessly, pushed Lorgar aside, and walked towards the exit of the dimensional space.

(End of this chapter)