Cegorach's mouth curved into a dry smile.
Listening to Alexander's words, which sounded like compliments and praise but were full of mockery and sarcasm, his Harlequin face twitched uncontrollably.
How did he get into the Black Library?
Oh, right, the anywhere door!
Having watched a few episodes of Doraemon, Cegorach already knew about the anywhere door's existence.
Although he still didn't understand the specific principles or limitations, he generally knew its function.
Cegorach had simply instinctively trusted the Black Library's security and hadn't considered that the anywhere door could directly enter it.
"Hearing your words, Cegorach, my heart was instantly filled with warmth, and I almost thought my beloved Eldar Imperium was as long-lived as my life."
Cegorach slowly bowed to Alexander, his tone full of sarcasm:
"I wonder if your visit to my humble little sanctuary and library is merely to mock this poor, lonely old god?"
"Just an attempt, a small trick," Alexander said with a smile. "I didn't expect the dignified Eldar God of Trickery to fall for my trap."
"Letting the loyal Sylandri Shadowseer guide me to this Black Library."
Sylandri Shadowseer, standing beside him with an awkward expression, widened her eyes and gasped at his words.
Cegorach's gaze also fell upon Sylandri Shadowseer.
The Harlequin Shadowseer quickly waved her hand, wanting to get her tangled tongue moving to explain everything.
But Alexander spoke faster than Sylandri Shadowseer.
"Of course, Lord Cegorach, there's no need to doubt Sylandri Shadowseer's sincerity."
Alexander looked at the Harlequin with the mirrored mask, nodding and smiling gently at her.
Sylandri Shadowseer was slightly stunned, not understanding why Alexander had suddenly spoken up for her.
"Truly, as she said, in her heart, there is only you, Cegorach, as the one sun."
"It's just that sunset is a natural law, something no one can stop."
"She probably understood that by only following one god, how could the Eldar be well?"
Alexander continued with a smile.
Sylandri Shadowseer suddenly felt a chill.
The phrase "in my heart, there is only one sun" was something she had learned from Alexander.
But how did Alexander know she had just said that to Cegorach? Had he been watching all along?
Thinking of this, Sylandri Shadowseer couldn't help but gasp.
Based on her understanding of Alexander... it couldn't be that she had actually led him here, could it?
Sylandri Shadowseer also noticed Cegorach's gaze directed at her.
Looking at Cegorach's twitching eye and clenched fists, Sylandri Shadowseer just let out a few awkward laughs.
She was now constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, feeling as if she was being roasted over a fire.
Cegorach withdrew his gaze from Sylandri Shadowseer and refocused it on Alexander and Sanguinius.
"But for you two to trespass into my home, isn't that a bit too confident?"
Cegorach asked in a lowered voice:
"Although I am just a Harlequin, I am still the Eldar God of Deceit and Trickery, the Great Harlequin and the Great Fool, the Laughter of the Deceiver C'tan."
As he spoke, Cegorach's body suddenly swelled.
His face, composed of a hooked nose and a pointed forehead, became truly as vast as a crescent moon, suspended above the Black Library, and his Harlequin suit, made of flowing colored ink, seemed to transform into a rainbow-colored firmament.
Divinity, immense divinity, surged from Cegorach's body.
"For hundreds of millions of years, the Eldar's faith in me has accumulated. Even when dormant in this library, I am still a member of the Eldar Pantheon! The Emperor's son and the Human Death God, don't underestimate me too much!"
Cegorach! Unleash your performing talent! Remember how you tricked the Outsider back then!
Cegorach roared at himself internally.
The Eldar Pantheon had received faith over many years, but Cegorach himself was considered obscure within the Pantheon.
Moreover, on the eve of the Eldar Imperium's fall, most Eldar had even abandoned their faith in the Pantheon.
And among the Eldar gods, Cegorach's responsibilities were only to talk, inspire Eldar creativity, trick people, and make jokes.
Fighting was Khaine's business!
If Roboute Guilliman had come, Cegorach would have had some confidence.
But Sanguinius... this one was the second-ranked figure in Human faith, the Emperor's heir, and who knew what the Emperor had put into them when he forged the Primarchs, and Sanguinius had clearly fully embraced his Warp aspect.
Cegorach's intuition told him that he couldn't defeat Sanguinius.
Furthermore, Alexander was beside Sanguinius. How many bizarrely effective items did he have in his four-dimensional pocket? Cegorach couldn't even imagine.
So, he quickly made a judgment.
He had to bluff, he had to pacify these two people in front of him.
Bluff! This was one of the three insights Cegorach had gained from years of surviving the galaxy unscathed since the War in Heaven.
One must be good at bluffing, maintain an air of mystery, and pacify people; this was the secret of Harlequin tricks.
And this was the Black Library, his home stage, he would definitely trick them.
Cegorach! Unleash your performing potential! You are the Harlequin God!
Asuryan! Lileath! Hoec! Vaul! Kurnous! Morai-Heg!
Protect me with your wills, wherever they may or may not exist in Slaanesh's belly!
To show his might, Cegorach lowered his enormous body, bringing his crescent-moon-like Harlequin face down to Alexander's level.
"You actually came before me with this fragile material body, how confident you are."
"I even have to hold my breath, lest I accidentally harm your precious body—huh?"
Before Cegorach finished speaking, Alexander suddenly pointed to the anywhere door beside them.
"Do you see that door?" Alexander asked sincerely.
Cegorach looked at Alexander blankly.
"I asked if you saw that door?" Alexander raised his voice and asked.
Cegorach nodded quickly.
"Good."
Alexander smiled brightly again, placed his hand on the door, and looked at Cegorach, asking:
"What do you think would happen if I opened a door connecting Slaanesh's boudoir and the Black Library?"
Open a door connecting Slaanesh's boudoir and the Black Library
Connecting Slaanesh's boudoir and the Black Library
Slaanesh's boudoir
Slaanesh
"Father!"
Cegorach's figure suddenly shrank, his knees slammed to the ground, and he knelt before Alexander:
"Did I just missee? Why do you look so much like my never-before-seen father!"
"Do you perhaps have the blood of the Old Ones? Why do I feel such kinship with you?"
"Come, Father, let Cegorach perform for you—can we please take your hand off the door first?"
Cowardice! This was the second of the three insights Cegorach had summarized from the War in Heaven to the present.
Back then, Khaine didn't listen to his advice and charged directly at Khorne and Slaanesh, who were fighting. Now, he couldn't even be pieced back together whole.
As for losing face, lacking honor, or being shameless, Cegorach, as the Harlequin God, had no psychological burden regarding these.
Tricked him! Alexander looked at Cegorach kneeling on the ground, his expression unchanged, but he internally let out a slight sigh of relief.
Of course, he wouldn't open a door to Slaanesh's boudoir, nor could he; he didn't have a map of Slaanesh's boudoir.
This was just to pacify Cegorach, and combined with the acting ability granted by the Hot Scene Clapboard & Robot Director, Alexander succeeded.
In Alexander's memories from his previous life, Cegorach had always been a mysterious existence, with very little information about him, and his strength was also a mystery.
To prevent any accidents, Alexander specifically called upon Sanguinius, to prevent himself from not even having the chance to pacify Cegorach with the anywhere door.
Of course, Alexander also suspected that Cegorach might have also been trying to pacify him just now.
It was just that Cegorach knew nothing about Alexander's limits, while Alexander knew Cegorach's limits perfectly well.
"Don't kneel, please get up." Alexander reached out and helped Cegorach, who was kneeling on the ground, saying with a sincere expression: "Look, what is this about? I was just being kind, you misunderstood."
"I feel so bad for you. Among the Eldar gods, some are dead, some are crippled. Of the few remaining, Isha has no connection with you, Khaine is more shattered than Magnus, and Ynnead is half-born as a Capybara. Usually, a selfie is your entire family portrait of gods."
"I feel sad for you, so I plan to invite the young and beautiful Eldar goddess Slaanesh to gather with you and take a two-person family portrait."
"Oh my, you are truly too kind!" Cegorach waved his hands repeatedly, refusing: "I appreciate your kindness, but please just tell me what you need, I want to repay your kindness."
Cegorach deliberately emphasized the words "kindness" when he spoke.
"First, let me see the Webway map." Alexander directly stretched out his hand towards Cegorach.
Cegorach's expression tightened, and the pale muscles on his face rippled, but seeing Alexander's hand on the anywhere door, he still took a deep breath and shouted at Sylandri Shadowseer, who was standing beside Alexander:
"Hurry up and get the Infernal Map for my dearest Father Alexander!"
Sylandri Shadowseer gasped, then hurriedly ran into the Black Library, returning to Alexander with a heavy, large book.
The cover of this book was made of heavy metal, and its spine had three sturdy clasps connected to a complex device. The device on the spine gently vibrated, feeling like a metal heart in Alexander's hand.
The Infernal Map, the map of the Webway.
Alexander was slightly surprised, not expecting the Webway map Cegorach produced to be this particular one.
In his impression, this book should have been taken by Inquisitor Chevak already.
Alexander took the large book from Sylandri Shadowseer's hand. He didn't open it but instead shoved it into his four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Infernal Map (Fake)]