Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

"What's the difference?"

Iliette did not answer her, but calmly stated the facts:

"He has the blessing of that person, and he gave Enkali the true destined death. If you don't believe it, can't you ask fate? See what answer fate will give you, and ask Lady Thirst if I am deceiving you with lies."

The two prophets' faces changed at the same time, and the young prophet's face turned pale.

Destiny and Ms. Thirst are two completely different things.

During these tens of thousands of years, they have been relying on the guidance of fate to get to where they are today, and it was also under the guidance of fate that they avoided the gaze of the hungry lady.

In the past, all Ark Eldar believed this firmly.

But now things have changed.

What Mulan did has already linked his fate with that of the Thirsty Lady, which is almost to nail all the prophets to the pillar of shame!

"That was just Mulan's personal behavior!"

The elder prophet stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "He is a traitor of Crudalahe. This is something everyone knows! The reason why the Ark World has continued to this day is due to the guidance of fate. If it were not for fate, how could we have survived until now under the watchful eyes of the Hungry Lady?"

Iliette said coldly:

"Traitor? Didn't you deny it? You even tried to help him secretly."

"This is a rumor!" the older prophet hastily denied.

“Who knows if it’s just a rumor or not?”

"The fate you blindly followed not only brought destruction to Krudarach, but also dragged down our compatriots in Lilaizen. Driven by fear, stupidity or arrogance, you made the same mistakes again and again, bringing destruction to Krudarach again and again!

"Will you have to lose everything, including your home, before you realize the path you are on?"

Iliette's sharp words left the prophets speechless, and whatever they said would be associated with Mulan. Because when Mulan summoned the Lady of Thirst, she also claimed that it was the guidance of fate.

"Will not."

The older prophet tried to refute, but it seemed particularly pale and powerless.

"Indeed not."

Iliette's eyes revealed a cold and disappointed look. "Even if your homeland is destroyed, you will continue to walk on the same thorny road and refuse to repent no matter what! What about this time? Did you predict Mulan's betrayal and the coming of the Lady of Thirst?"

The prophet's lips moved, his voice a little dry:

"This time it was an accident..."

"So when will you be free of accidents?"

Iliette shouted angrily, "Who knows the truth about the so-called destiny? Is it a conspiracy of the abominable creatures in the Sea of ​​Souls? Every time you claim that the guidance of destiny will keep us out of danger, but every time you only push Crudalahe into the crisis you predicted. I've had enough. Why does our destiny need the guidance of those illusory things? Our destiny must be in our own hands!"

The Savage Eldar gathered silently around Iliette, staring with hatred at the two prophets who almost killed Lilyzan.

Even though they didn't do it, they and Mulan are also prophets, so how big is the difference?

The Ark Eldar remained silent, but also quietly moved closer to Iliette.

In the end, even the prophet's guards could not hold on and quietly moved away from them.

The golden tree swayed gently, as if to encourage this behavior, dropping golden leaves on their foreheads.

The young prophet clenched his fists, trying to find a reason to refute.

But the old prophet showed a tired look, as if he had aged a hundred years in an instant:

"Perhaps you are right. We are indeed no longer fit to lead Crudalach. Perhaps Crudalach has its own destiny."

"teacher……"

The young prophet opened his lips tremblingly, but the older prophet shook his head to stop him. He turned to look at Iliette again:

"I will withdraw from the Council of Prophets. You can nominate new prophets to replace us. Then..."

"No!"

Iliette interrupted him, "I want to disband the Council of Prophets!"

The old prophet changed color slightly:

"Are you serious?"

"I don't want to be a dictator,"

Iliette said calmly, "I will establish a new organization called the Ark Eldar Star Sea Destiny Community. It will replace the corrupt Prophet's Council and allow all fellow Pathfinders to be qualified to speak for Crudalahu. Our destiny should be decided by ourselves!"

Iliette never thought of being a dictator, nor was she able to be one.

Compared to humans, the lifespan of the Eldar is very long, allowing them to spend much more time studying and mastering more specializations than humans.

In the Ark world, the most important paths are the warrior path and the prophet path.

The former is responsible for protecting the Ark World, and the latter is responsible for guiding the Ark World.

Those Eldar who embark on the path often have two destinations at the end of the path:

Either lay down your weapons and embark on a new path. The departing Eldar will abandon everything on their path, from doctrines and disciplines to weapons and armor, all of which will be left behind when embarking on the new path.

Or completely lose the path and become a bishop of the temple.

The prophets are the elves who have lost their way on the path of foresight.

Only those Eldar who have walked through several warrior branches without losing themselves are qualified to become warlords. They are tasked with leading all military forces in the Craft World and are respected by all warriors.

When the Eldar need a strong leader, Si Zhan will step forward and use his unparalleled skills, command and combat experience to lead his compatriots into battle and win victory, thereby defending the Craft World.

The older prophet looked a little unhappy. Although Iliette's proposal seemed to be quite democratic, what was the reality?

Prior to this, the prophets served as advisors and guides to the Craft World, leading the entire Craft World.

But if the Xinghai Community is really established, even if all the paths can participate in it, who can have a bigger say than Si Zhan? All warrior paths will follow Si Zhan's lead, and the prophets of the abolished Prophet Council will be unable to check and balance Si Zhan. How much say can people from other paths really have?

In this case, isn't this so-called Star Sea Community a one-man show ruled by you, Si Zhan?

The elder prophet was eager to expose Iriette's sinister intentions.

But who would believe him?

Now in Crudalach, no one believes in these prophets anymore. Even their apprentices are doubting the correctness of their path.

If he compromises, the Prophet will still have a chance to join the Star Community and regain leadership in the future.

But if you resist, you won't even have a chance to turn the situation around.

The old prophet closed his eyes in pain. He had no choice.

Chapter 88: Old Man Huang: I want you to change the world!

Ganus, Domremy Agribusiness Centre.

A blue-painted Thunderhawk descended from the sky. The loud roar of its engine made the farmers working nearby look terrified, and they knelt on the ground tremblingly before the Thunderhawk's hatch opened.

Noah walked out of the Thunder Eagle and looked around:

"Who's in charge here?"

"S-Sir..."

A girl dressed as a peasant woman in the crowd looked up.

"Stand up and speak."

The girl stood up, but still felt a little at a loss.

"come over."

The girl walked up to Noah nervously, but still kept her head down:

"Sir, I..."

"Keep your head up."

The girl is like a puppet, and she will only make corresponding movements when Noah gives an order.

When she raised her head, Noah could see her clearly.

She doesn't look very old, only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Although she was wearing a simple yellow dress and a headscarf like everyone else, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead from working under the scorching sun, it was still difficult to conceal the girl's stunning appearance.

She has delicate features, fair skin, and long, brilliant golden hair that is braided into a pigtail that reaches down to her waist.

To be fair.

She was very beautiful, so beautiful that Noah wondered if this was Sister S's conspiracy. Noah glanced at the thickness of the veil:

0.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

"Yes, my lord."

The girl was still nervous and stammered, "I am the mayor of Domremy. My father was originally the mayor, but he died unexpectedly two years ago, so the position of mayor fell to me, I..."

Family inheritance is not uncommon in the Empire. From planetary governors and nobles to town mayors, secretaries, servants, factory managers and other professions, all are passed down from father to son. Of course, it can also be father and daughter or mother and daughter. After all, the Warhammer universe is truly equal for both sexes, and both men and women will be exploited to death.

Noah didn't care about that and asked:

"What's your name?"

"Jeanne, my Lord."

"What's your last name?" This name made Noah raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Dark, my lord."

Noah's eyes suddenly became deep, staring closely at the girl in front of him:

"Take me to your house."

His eyes fell on the thickness of the veil, and the number was still 0.

"Yes, sir, please follow me."

The girl bowed her head respectfully and led Noah and Cassia through the farmers kneeling on both sides of the road towards the town.

Noah said calmly:

"Let them all go away. No need to keep kneeling."

"Yes, my lord."

The girl hurriedly called out, "Everyone, disperse. The master wants you to continue working!"

Jeanna led Noah and the others to the tallest building in the center of the town. But it was more like a huge mobile factory and agricultural harvester than a house. The base of the factory was at least ten meters high, and it was equipped with tracks of the same size for movement. The houses of the town residents were built on this huge factory like illegal buildings.

Jeanne's home is on the top floor of the factory and can only be reached by elevator, which is a privilege reserved for the mayor.

Jeanne opened the door and asked nervously:

"My Lord, would you like something to drink?"

Noah smiled and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, sir, but you must be a great noble lord..."

"How big is it?"

The girl looked so frightened that Noah couldn't help but want to tease her.

Jeanna lowered her head and said weakly:

"I have seen the spaceship of Governor-General Viat before. Her spaceship is not as big as yours, so, so... you should be a nobleman greater than Governor-General Viat."

Noah did not comment, walked to the window and looked at the town below, and suddenly asked:

“How many people are there in this town?”

Jeanna was confused, not understanding why he suddenly asked this, and replied cautiously:

"9763, sir. If you count the servitors, there are 23 servitors in the town."