Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 889

Chapter 882, Prophecy and Resurrection

. “How can I help you?” Gu Jing asked.

“We need you to act as our navigation, to lead us to our pre-determined destination.”

“Tell us more,” Gu Jing said, his voice attentive.

Mavenir explained in detail.

They had already set their destination for this Webway journey, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

However, the Cartier explosion and the appearance of the Scarlet Scar had a profound impact.

“Before we got lost, our navigation was stable. In fact, it still works today. However, we didn’t anticipate such a drastic change in the connection between the Warp and the real universe. In your words, it’s the Scarlet Scar. The drastic change has completely disrupted our navigation, which relies on the connection between the Warp and reality…”

It sounded reasonable.

Gu Jing understood the change.

If the Eldar traveling through the Webway were compared to ships sailing the dark sea at night, So, their navigation relied on numerous lighthouses piercing the darkness, along with the unchanging constellations in the sky, as markers to confirm their current position and the direction of their destination.

Normally, this was a problem. Both the lighthouses and the stars were generally unchanging, or even if they did change, it was within predictable, cyclical, and regular patterns.

But a cataclysm completely upended everything. The stars were in disarray, the lighthouses shifted, and the navigation system in his hand continued to provide directions as before. Wouldn’t that mean he couldn’t get out?

However, Gu Jing still had a core question.

“Then how did you find me? And why does it have to be me who can guide you?”

he asked, looking at Cawl.

Gu Jing never gave up his calculations. His ‘intelligent assistant’ behind him was constantly checking the surroundings, examining the individuals present, fearing they might be some kind of Warp entity, trying to deceive him.

It was possible those Tzeentch demons had come up with some bizarre and uncanny tricks.

But he remained confident in his own abilities. After so much investigation, he had essentially ruled out the possibility that these people were disguised Warp entities.

While he remained highly vigilant, he was genuinely curious about this rather strange group.

Of them, Cawl, who had once been friends with his father, was the more trustworthy one, compared to the two suspicious aliens.

But Cawl shook his head slightly.

His gaze shifted to the two women beside him.

“That’s something you’ll have to ask them both. I’ve asked the same question as you, but I didn’t get a definite answer.”

Princess Arelian said, “We said that, that’s because…”

“Because Gu Jing is related to the fate of your clan, you can find him through the prophecy.” Kaul added to Arelian’s later words, “But, just this one sentence is not enough to convince Mr. Gu Jing. You have to make your reasons clearer.”

“You don’t believe us?” Arelian questioned, “Don’t forget who rescued you. Without us, you would have died in Cartier long ago!”

Kaul remained calm: “Indeed, you are right, and that’s why I am willing to control the situation and allow Estella, Miristine, Changting, Rosemond and others to continue our cooperation. However, this does not mean that I completely trust you, nor does it mean that I will believe every word you say.”

Arelian said sarcastically, “Don’t you even want to fully trust your savior?”

“At least you didn’t save Mr. Gu Jing’s life, and I’m not the one you’re seeking to gain his trust for now.”

After saying this coldly, Kaul fell silent.

His meaning was clear: he wouldn’t guarantee anything the Eldar would say next. His earlier appearance to rescue Princess Arelion was purely for the sake of their ongoing partnership. The

Eldar didn’t lie to him, but they were at least hiding something. From now on, whether Gu Jing agreed to the Eldar’s request was up to him.

Even if that decision ultimately ended in ‘no,’ he might as well be lost in the Webway.

“So, what exactly is this connection of fate you’re talking about?” Gu Jing’s psychic tentacles roamed around Maeve’nir, his golden eyes shimmering with fine runes. “Don’t try to evade me with prophecies or anything like that.”

“But it is a prophecy.”

“Our race once ruled the stars, and we were the most prominent psychic race in the history of the universe.”

At this point, Maeve’nir’s expression flickered with pride, but then it faded into sadness.

“But in a disaster far more terrible than the scarlet scars we see today, our tribe was wiped out overnight.”

“The remaining tribesmen split into many branches.”

“Over the long years, each tribe, whether it was the prophets on the various arks, the druids in the wilderness, or the witch crones among our fallen kin… all received a prophecy in various ways: the youngest evil god’s most rational son will return to the human world in the End Era to determine the final fate of the elves.”

“There are different interpretations of this prophecy, roughly divided into three categories.”

“The first is that the youngest evil god is… Slaanesh. Born from the corpses of our tribe, she is indeed the youngest evil god today and the source of our suffering. If she is interpreted as the youngest evil god, then we should seek out her most rational offspring.”

“But it is clear that you do not believe this interpretation,” Gu Jing said, “otherwise you would not have come to me.”

“Yes. Although many of my kin have been trying to identify the most rational of Slaanesh’s descendants, they’ve never found a suitable target.”

“The second interpretation refers to your Emperor. You constantly refer to him as the God-Emperor. While he’s not the same as the four most ineffable beings in the Warp, in terms of power alone, he’s certainly valid. If you interpret him as the youngest deity, then the target is very clear—Robert, who has slumbered for ten thousand years on the Super Sea Star, is the most rational of your God-Emperor’s many descendants. The vast majority of interpretations of the prophecy rest on him.”

Gu Jing wasn’t sure if this was true.

He had read a lot of the Empire’s history, or rather, its mythology.

The legendary Son of God—Robert, the ancestor of the Infinite Legion—was indeed such a person.

However, that still had nothing to do with him.

He waited for the Eldar pioneer to share their third interpretation.

“The third interpretation is you, Mr. Gu Jing.”

“But I’m not some descendant of a god,” he retorted.

“Indeed, you’re not one yet.” Mavenir’s words were quite meaningful.

“Hehe,” Gu Jing sneered. “You want me to believe that my father will become a god in the future? “

That was Mavenir’s point.

“I still find it hard to believe you.”

Mavenir tapped the air with her bare foot, and an olive branch crown woven from unknown metal suddenly burst into a star-like halo.

The space they were in was a forcibly constructed illusion.

Light and shadow shifted, like ripples on water, and their location suddenly transformed into a clean delivery room.

Gu Jing had never seen this scene before, but it didn’t stop him from seeing his mother, Ms. Ye Lishia, lying on the delivery bed.

This must have been the scene of his birth.

“We observed the ripples of fate when you were born. This is the truth the Ark Council acquired through the Eternal Prism.”

“The interpretation of the prophecies regarding you and your father gradually emerged at that time.”

“So the ‘dirty things’ father mentioned also include you, the Eldar?” Gu Jing suddenly laughed. “So you’ve been spying for decades?”

His smile was tinged with anger.

Even the Ever-Changing Demon Lord behind him suddenly spread his wings, each feather aglow with a changing brilliance.

“I’m sorry, but this concerns the ultimate fate of our clan.”

“I don’t care about your fate. I just want to know what you’re up to?”

Kaur, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke.

“Here, I can add something.” The mechanical voice was full of rationality, “I once had an agreement with Robert…”

“You? With Robert? The Son of God? He has been sleeping for ten thousand years.”

“Yes.”

“You have lived so long?”

“Yes. On some levels, this is not a secret.”

“…Okay, please continue.” Gu Jing still had basic respect for Kaul.

“The great Son of God has foreseen his own death. He asked me to find a way to revive him after his death. Now, I have completed the armor of destiny that can save the Son of God.”

“Resurrection… Son of God?”

“Yes.”

“But what does it have to do with them…” Gu Jing was referring to the Eldar, “what does it have to do with it?”

“This armor can only be truly activated with their power.”

“What about me? What role will I play in your script?”

Maeve Nir began, “We can never be sure which interpretation of the prophecy is correct. Even the most outrageous Slaanesh theory cannot be completely ruled out. In this case, we must take multiple approaches. This action had nothing to do with you. It was to resurrect Robert. In addition to the prophecy, we also need a being that is wise and powerful enough to lead your empire and find an ally for our people.” “

But we have accidentally drifted into a lost state, and because of one aspect of the interpretation of the prophecy, we can only find you in the real universe. We need your power to serve as a new ‘lighthouse’ in the display universe, allowing us to calibrate our navigation.”

“If we succeed, we’ll be able to reach Robert’s slumbering place instantly through the Webway.”

“So, even if it’s for the sake of your empire, please help us.”

After hearing this, Gu Jing pondered for a long time. The amount

of information was overwhelming.

Whether it was Cawl’s claim to a ten-thousand-year lifespan, his ability to resurrect the Son of God, or the alien’s prophecy that his father would one day become a god… these were all beyond imagination.

Yet, to some extent, he was inclined to believe them.

Even the most outrageous claim, that Gu Hang had become a god, might not be so absurd.

He knew the immense power his father possessed. Even to say that his father was already a god didn’t seem so exaggerated.

After digesting it carefully, he finally said, “I’m sorry, I can’t make the decision on this matter. I need to talk to my father.”

Gu Jing was no longer a young man.

Now eighty years old, he still looked young, but through years of study and the practical experience of Alliance politics, he had become a mature man.

It was precisely because of this that he would never act rashly or make any crucial decisions on his own.

He was mature enough, so he clearly understood that this kind of thing couldn’t be done without his father’s knowledge.

“No!” Emerald flames erupted from Arielian’s body. “If Gu Hang intervenes, his power will be too obvious. He will destabilize the Webway, and the Warp demons pursuing us will arrive immediately. We might even attract… attract the attention of Slaanesh.”

“That’s not up to you.”

Gu Jing sneered, ripping the lightning threads apart, and the entire dream space began to collapse.

He had never truly trusted those who had drawn him into the dream, and so, from the beginning, he had never given up on turning host into host.

But now, the one who controlled this dream was no longer the Spirit Witch Princess who had constructed it.

Maeve Nel’s shadow flickered. “Please wait! We can open up some of our memory core in exchange for your trust…”

“The Eldar’s promises are less trustworthy than the excrement of a Horror. No way. Even if you continue wandering the Webway for another sixty years, it won’t stop me from contacting my father.”

Arelion’s pointed ears flushed red with rage, but Maeve Nel psychically locked her throat.

The Pioneer wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. “Let go, and let Mr. Gu Jing go. We need allies, and we really need to be more honest.”

Gu Jing’s psychic energy finally began to weave the spark runes. As silver-white flames illuminated the entire space, Maeve Nel suddenly groaned and fell to her knees, and Arelion fainted.

“Father agrees,” Gu Jing said as the runes died.

His gaze fixed on the scene revealed after the dream collapsed.

It was a desolate land, limited in width, visible only to the ends in either direction; but looking forward and backward, it seemed endless.

He saw living saints with pristine white wings, Space Marines of the Black Crusades in black and white armor, Space Marines with distinctive-looking silver-grey armor covered in runes, Stormtroopers of the Inquisition, Skitarii, and Eldar troops…

They were more than just a small force; they were a mixed army.

And within this desolate landscape, a rift had opened.

Just now, when Gu Jing contacted his father, the dramatic impact had already been felt.

From the rift, a swarm of Warp demons swarmed.

(End of Chapter)