Warhammer Divine Throne

Chapter 1361: Chapter 581: Arabi Lamp God

”Very well, Luther Haken, I know him. It seems joining you was the right decision, so... pleasant cooperation!” Kareem extended his hand to Fugen.

”Pleasant cooperation!” Fugen hesitated slightly but eventually extended his hand.

An alliance was signed right in front of the two people. The Golden Mage knelt on one knee before Fugen, offering up his Burning Scimitar, pledging loyalty to him in the name of the Lamp God.

Under his command are three hundred Arabi Guards, three hundred Arabi Archers, two hundred Arabi Camel Cavalry, and one hundred Arabi Knights, along with a large number of sailors and servants.

Fugen generously returned the Golden Mage’s Burning Scimitar to him, completing the covenant.

The Golden Mage generously gifted Fugen a pure-blood Elf Warhorse captured in battle for his transport, and Fugen accepted it without hesitation, which made Angerong quite envious, for only a pure-blood Elf Warhorse can effortlessly carry a knight weighing several hundred pounds and sprint back and forth without feeling fatigue.

Even with the Horned Eagle Beast, Angerong still wishes to have a pure-blood Elf Warhorse of his own because the Horned Eagle Beast is too conspicuous and impractical for road travel. Simply put, the pure-blood Elf Warhorse is a luxury car, and the Horned Eagle Beast is a tank.

With Angerong’s pride, he certainly wouldn’t want to lower his face to ask Laine for one, since Laine himself doesn’t have many of them.

At night, summer’s starry sky glittered brightly, the white expanse of the galaxy silently lay on the azure sky. The brilliant stars twinkled in the galaxy, like countless buoys floating on a river. It was magnificent, captivating, and mysterious but also cold and relentless. The nightmare of the Subspace perpetually haunts the Main Material Universe, the perpetual curse constantly troubling the fate of mortals.

Survival is not an inherent right but a trophy forcefully extracted by forgotten heroes from the indifferent galaxy.

Fugen and Angerong stood under the starry sky, both primarchs raised their heads looking up at the starry sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

”The Arabi Lamp God, truly intriguing.” Angerong said to Fugen: ”This world is truly complex. I’ve always wondered why father placed Laine in this world.”

”Do you also want to wish to the Lamp God?” Fugen’s mouth curled up; he knew Angerong still reminisced about his former siblings.

”Hey, if I were to make a wish, I’d certainly wish for another hundred wishes!” Angerong eagerly shared his thoughts with Fugen.

”Pfft~” Fugen laughed continuously as if he had encountered something incredibly amusing: ”Hahahahaha~”

”Hahahahahahahahahahaha~”

”Hahahahahahahahahahaha~”

”Damn it, you sissy, what are you laughing at?!” Angerong was somewhat upset: ”What exactly are you laughing at?!”

”Haha... wishes, haven’t we seen enough of those? Zhuangsen has a similar extraterrestrial holy object in his Caliban, also akin to a wish machine. If such wish machines were truly effective, why hasn’t Zhuangsen wished for the entire Chaos Four Gods to perish?” Fugen kept laughing.

”...” Damn this sissy! Facing this question, Angerong had no answer and could only pursue, ”Why?”

”Because everything is always fair.” Fugen thought for a moment, knowing Angerong might indeed not know this, deciding to explain briefly: ”Think about it, in Kareem’s description of the Lamp God, what is constantly emphasized?”

”Requires a soul?” Angerong casually said.

”No, the other one.”

”Equal exchange?”

”Correct, equal exchange.” Fugen nodded, gazing at the starry sky: ”The essence of the wish machine is such, Angerong, have you been to taverns?”

”Of course.” Angerong nodded: ”But what does this have to do with wish machines?”

”The essence of the wish machine is like a tavern, which only opens its doors once. You’re carrying a gold coin, which is your soul. The Lamp God is the bartender; you can choose any drink in the tavern with this coin or ask the bartender to do anything within the scope of his ability.”

”Hmm, that description seems apt.” Angerong nodded in agreement.

”And your request for another hundred wishes is merely acquiring a pass with this gold coin so you can freely go in and out of the tavern.” Fugen smiled, raised a bottle of Tyriel Grape Wine ”Aged Classical Condé”, and handed it to Angerong: ”Think carefully, is there a problem with it?”

Angerong indicated he didn’t like this drink. The World-Devourer Primarch took out his large marching flask and took a deep sip, filled with Dwarf’s Bagman Beer, pondered for a while, and then raised his head: ”No more, the gold coin is gone.”

”Indeed, the gold coin is gone.” Fugen nodded: ”That’s the essence of the wish machine, equal exchange is so cold and cruel; without sacrifice, there is no gain. Whatever you wish to obtain must be paid with an equivalent price.”

”Hey, under the Ancient Saints, have you become a philosopher, sissy?” Angerong mockingly retaliated: ”Gotta say, you’re quite the poet now, brother~”

”Haha~ Angerong, I have a plan and I need your help.” Fugen chuckled, whispering: ”Our nephew is about to be born; we need a good gift. I have some news, within the Tyriel court lies a piece of over five-thousand-year-old Ancient Saint jewelry made of Darksteel, blessed and wielding powerful forces from the Ancient Saints themselves, it’s just a bit tricky to acquire.”