Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 419 The Origin and Opportunity of Becoming a God

"Then you'd better speak quickly. Who knows if the Laughing God will be interested in my body or soul? By the time I finish talking to you, I might even be dead."

Lin Heng sat down as he spoke, carefully looking at the very quiet man in front of him. There was nothing special about Ahriman's appearance. The only thing that could be said was his eyes that revealed infinite fatigue.

"No... Not only will he not harm your body and soul, on the contrary, he will protect you as a person."

As Ahriman spoke, he also sat cross-legged and waved his hand to change the environment in the Sea of ​​Souls. Pyramids and obelisks emerged from the ground, and the sandy yellow and red conveyed an exotic atmosphere. Seeing this scene, a long sigh came out of his mouth.

"My homeland..." After sighing, Ahriman turned to the anxious Lin Heng and said:

"Don't worry, there is plenty of time. I am just a remnant soul now. Talking to you is just a thought. It is not within the concept of time. No matter how much we talk, it only takes a moment."

Lin Heng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After letting out a long sigh, he stretched out his hands, signaling the other party to speak quickly.

Ahriman nodded, and his right hand shot out like lightning. Lin Heng was immediately horrified and quickly closed his hands, directly grabbing the finger that was about to stab his forehead.

"I knew it!"

'You know shit. Before that, you need to suppress the mark of the evil god, war and killing, death and plague, conspiracy and deception...even the shadow of orcs.

Why, do you really want to rely on their power to defeat the enemy? You should know that the gift from the gods is never a good thing.'

Lin Heng thought for a moment and loosened his hands. The details of the three shining marks on his cornea became more and more obvious, from a mass of color at the beginning to now more like some kind of living thing.

Ahriman's finger touched his forehead, and a coolness ran through his brain. The three bright marks faded until it was as if another layer was superimposed on them, blurring them.

'This is just a simple closure. If you still fall into depravity and try to rely on their power to fight the enemy, when the final mark is fully lit, you will no longer be yourself.'

Lin Hengyang lay on the ground with his hands behind his head, sighed and said helplessly:

"What can I do? Do you think everyone is like you? I have risked my life to get to where I am today. If it weren't for the help and gifts from this and that, I'm afraid I wouldn't survive for more than two years."

Ahriman curled his lips and smiled:

"The Empire's hospitals have special incinerators. If a newborn is found to have any abnormalities, the mother will be incinerated together. You are one in a billion to have made it to this point."

"Yeah, without the intrigues of those gods, I might be able to live a little easier... But it's all just an illusion. Tell me, what is going on here?"

Ahriman began to tell the story. He started with the history of the empire, elaborating on the tragic years in the past, and helped him analyze why those forces defected from the empire and why the war that year occurred.

It talks about the beautiful yet strange warp space, how the Chaos Gods have tainted the real space, the fluctuations of the Supreme Heaven, and the nature of psychic power.

He talked about the history of the Eldar, and the divisions of those alien organizations, the Ark Eldar, the Dark Eldar, the Harlequin Troupe, and the new force, the Death Army.

When Ahriman finished saying this term, he focused his gaze on Lin Heng. Lin Heng felt the power of this gaze, and he was also connecting the clues of what was happening.

Compared with Ahriman's knowledge, Lin Heng felt that he was as ignorant as a child. At this moment, he finally understood the turmoil of ten thousand years, and his eyes gradually became mixed with silence and sadness.

"Then it seems that the Laughing God must be looking for me because he has something to do with the Death God Army?"

'Yes, the crystal book on the obsidian pedestal was written by the Laughing God himself. It was a performance of his called "Dusk". It was vague and ambiguous, more like a vague prophecy.'

"Well, he is a unique Riddler of the Eldar. Of course, if this galaxy is explained clearly, it would be a disaster. As the saying goes, the secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Ahriman nodded in approval:

"Yes,"

"I seem to have heard her name in Comoros..Who told me?"

'Lilith.'

"Lilith..get out of my head."

'This is not accidental. After you interacted with her, the first prophet of the Eldar Ark Eldar made a choice. As a result, your fate became connected with Ivreni behind her, that is, the Death Army.

And there is another person who connects you to the Harlequin Troupe, the leader of the conspiracy, Mrs. Malles.'

Lin Heng seemed to be enlightened. He had come face to face with the chess pieces of those gods without realizing it. From then on, his connection with those gods became closer and closer.

"So, what does the prophecy in the Crystal Book mean?"

'I think you have already seen the great enemy of the Eldar, and the purpose of the Laughing God is to resist Chaos and destroy the evil god that was created by the Eldar and led to the destruction of the Eldar, tearing the real universe apart and creating the Eye of Terror. His "Dusk" predicts the day when He will destroy that evil god.

But the new God of Death interrupted His plan, or rather, changed His prophecy. If the future God of Death could defeat the great enemy, then His farewell performance would become a false scene.

This is the two sides of the coin, and it is the uncertainty that the Laughing God does not want to see. Therefore, he needs another variable to offset the possibility of the Army of Death and leave the opportunity to destroy the great enemy to himself.

And you are the variable. You will solve some things that He does not want to see under His guidance. I do not know the details... but the degree of difficulty will be something you have never experienced before, and even the gods will die.'

Lin Heng inexplicably recalled what the Will of the Omega Treasury had mentioned, that he would be sent to the northwest region of the Extreme Star Domain through the webway to face a more dangerous future and gain some opportunity from it.

"But what does this have to do with your suicide?"

Ahriman did not answer directly. He just stretched out his palm and let Lin Heng look at the tentacles wriggling above and the fluff emerging from the skin and flesh.

Lin Heng immediately understood what he meant. Ahriman exchanged his death for the long-awaited freedom.

'That's right, that's the answer you wanted. Although I am praised by the world as the number one psychic, my destiny is not in my own hands. The more I understand the nature of this world, the more I can feel the pain.

I also need a variable, a being that can eliminate my sins for me. I have faced Evelyne, and her power of death... My brother was saved by her power, but I was not able to obtain that power.'

Lin Heng frowned. He seemed to sense some connection between Ahriman and the Laughing God's plan. Aidalad, Ivreni, the Death God Army...

"I have an inexplicable feeling that the Laughing God's plan is in line with your idea... I even have a feeling that your death was a plan you made with the Laughing God."

'Hehe... coincidence, this word is really appropriate, maybe... the time has come, my broken soul should also dissipate, my knowledge, everything I have collected is handed over to you, help me erase the curse of my brothers, thank you.'

Ahriman's body slowly rose up, and as it floated it turned into crystal sand and drifted toward the pyramids and obelisks, before finding an imaginary home and sinking into silence forever.

"The Eldar... The Death Army... The northwest of the star field... What exactly is waiting for me, and what exactly do I need to fight for?"

Lin Heng opened his eyes while talking to himself, looking towards the deep dome. It was as if a veil containing tens of millions of planets was slowly unfolding. The inhuman existence was showing its mystery like the vast starry sky.

The founder of the Black Library, the guardian of the Harlequin Troupe, the God of Laughter - Xigochi.

'Poor fellow, he has no idea that the goal he is striving for is so ridiculous in the eyes of the gods. What Inieid (the god of death) can do, those beings can do it even more easily.

However, the reason why gods are called gods is that they will do anything to achieve their goals, and that is why they are called indifferent by the world. Even his own death was used, don't you know that the original spell was also part of that guy's plan...'

The voice was not loud and majestic, but sounded more like a whisper in one's ear, making people feel that this god was not high above but had come down to earth to play tricks on the troublemakers in the world.

"So according to you, you, who are full of emotions, are weaker than those guys?"

The echo in the tree house was silent for a moment, and then the laughter that came was filled with endless loneliness.

'Yes... yes... the birth of that fellow destroyed the entire Eldar Empire, and in the end there were only three less than the size of a hand left in the Pantheon... Of course, if Inieid could really be born, there would be a fourth one.

Unfortunately, except for me, all the existing Eldar gods are not complete, so why don't they listen to me, why don't they...'

The Laughing God seemed to realize that he had lost his composure and immediately bowed and apologized with a smile. Lin Heng felt that he was right. Compared with other gods, he lacked a lot of divinity.

"Ahriman, who you wanted me to deal with, is now beheaded. Even if his soul escaped, it may not be easy for him to make a comeback. There is no obvious conflict between you and me now. Do you want me to leave, or do you need me to complete something?"

The God of Laughter stroked his long chin, quietly thinking about His plan, but Lin Heng didn't think that the other party had not thought about it in advance. As a god of riddles, how could He just reveal everything so easily?

And the fact was just as he thought. The Laughing God waved his hand, and brilliant starlight fell like rain. He spun, he jumped, he clasped his hands together, pointed at him with two fingers, and laughed:

'You are also a chess piece, just the one who has the opportunity to stand on the top... Hehehe, it's a pity that the ending is not necessarily what everyone likes.

Chaos is our eternal enemy... Although the opening of the Great Rift has blocked both ends of the empire, it has also made the existence on the throne more active. That guy is just enduring, and once he makes a move, he will be devastating.

But now is not the stage to reach Terra, you have not become a true successor, you are not qualified, you still need to improve. '

It was another riddle without a beginning or an end, but this time Lin Heng seemed to be able to sense the key contained in it.

"How did you know I was going to Terra...what kind of cooperation did you reach with the Emperor?"

'Hahahaha, I won't tell you! I won't tell you! You can guess it yourself! Hahahaha. I'll tell you.

You are still missing one thing, you are still missing the key to open the door, go to the northwest area of ​​the Extreme Star Region, there is what you need...it depends on your luck...hehehe, how can the luck imposed by the gods be bad.'

"Explain it clearly! Why do you want me to go to the northwest area? What is there?"

Everything is connected. The words of the Laughing God indirectly prove that Ahriman is not lying. The area mentioned by the Great Treasury is also related to the gods. What is it...

"What is it? Hehehe, the opportunity is, of course, the opportunity to become a god!"

Lin Heng’s eyes widened, as he recalled the time he encountered the treacherous evil god. The other party had also mentioned the opportunity for the Emperor to become a god. And now, could it be that the Emperor has joined forces with the elves to obtain a new throne?

"Go on your own. Some things are inevitable. The thread of fate is pulling you along. You can't go back until the time comes. Besides, who is the one controlling the thread?"

"What do you mean by line control or not? What is the nature of that opportunity? Is it the power of the god of death that Ahriman once faced?"

Lin Heng continued to ask questions, but as soon as he took a step forward, a web appeared out of thin air and wrapped him up. The cry of "Fuck you..." was still lingering on the towering dome, and he completely disappeared in the black library.

...

In the quiet black library, clown actors from various troupes looked at each other, their elusive colleagues, and waited for their gods to issue divine orders.

The God of Laughter waved the long-mouthed mask on his face that always showed a smile, and the crystal book he had put away slowly landed on the obsidian pedestal.

The opened pages of the book attracted the attention of all the clowns. They did not dare to step forward to take a closer look. They just tilted their heads, squinted their eyes, twisted their bodies, and tried their best to peek into the hidden future.

On the scarlet side of the Crystal Book, there is a being shining with light. If you look closely, the changing face will be three-quarters similar to the disappearing Lin Heng.

Lin Heng was put in a noose, but the person who did it was another him. It was his cold and indifferent negative side that killed his compassionate positive side.

And it was only after seeing this scene that Ahriman made his real choice.

Because he knew that there was an underlying conflict between the prophecy of the God of Laughter and the birth of Inieides, so, either Inieides would be successfully born and kill all the gods, and thus save the elves.

Or, the God of Laughter could use his own methods to create another form of god, and he could continue to protect his dream and become a god who did not want to be a god.

"Emperor...old friend, although I know your real name, but...I'm afraid this is the only title you have now..."

A groan came from the dome, and the clowns knelt down in silence. As they bowed their heads reverently, there seemed to be a pair of yellow eyes in the dome looking towards the stage in the center.

"Your name is Trazyn, right?"