Chapter 413: So the Answer is Only One!
Finding someone.
Especially finding someone in Commorragh is truly difficult, because it is vast and boundless.
Of course, if you have a powerful enough army, a sufficient number of the main race, and can maximize the relaxation of those Dark Eldar addicted to extreme stimulation before taking action, it might not be impossible.
"My lord."
When the Autarch returned to Biel-Tan from the Webway exit clad in red armor, his pristine armor and empty hands attracted disdainful gazes from his fellow Eldar.
Especially the expression on his face; the joy rising from the bottom of his heart appeared uncontrollably on his face.
For the Biel-Tan Eldar who strictly followed the Path of Asuryan, this represented depravity.
When emotions began to dominate the soul, they had to leave this Craftworld, choosing to become an Outcast or join their dark cousins, to prevent excessive outward emotions from attracting their Great Enemy.
The Autarch ignored these gazes, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curling up. The mental fragmentation caused by wearing the War Mask for a long time had improved significantly; he could feel his true nature returning.
Biel-Tan had few facilities for enjoyment.
Just as most Craftworlds would still believe in ancient Eldar gods during the long exile, putting constraints and shackles on their hearts, Biel-Tan trod the Path of the warrior, which was extremely harsh even in Eldar faith.
War was what they pursued at all times. Influenced by this ideology, almost all Biel-Tan people had a strong sense of military honor.
A large number of Shrines of Khaine and training grounds constituted the main body of Biel-Tan society. A large number of newborns trained, learned, and grew under the careful care of their kin.
Following in the footsteps of the Phoenix Lords, the vast majority of them would become Aspect Warriors.
The Autarch looked at those young children, moving his gaze away from their faces distorted in restraint and sensory enjoyment, recalling the tragic stage of life he had experienced, and walked onto the Path of the Autarch.
The Eldar were sorrowful. With the Dark God present, they had to force themselves not to find happiness in anything.
Perhaps this was why that old thing from Ulthwé could live so long; he never felt happy doing those absurd things for the Eldar.
Statues of past Phoenix Lords were spread along this broad avenue, recording their lives and honors.
Even by short-lived standards, the frequency of changing Phoenix Lords on this Craftworld was a bit too high.
Martial virtue overflowing.
This was the simplest description of Craftworld Biel-Tan.
He passed through a forest, stepped over the rotten armor and bones of the dead, and came to the center of the Craftworld, the 'Chamber of Heroes' containing the souls of ancestors.
Biel-Tan people didn't rely much on Farseers, and the thinking of Phoenix Lords was often not swayed by the Seer Council.
Except for those Farseers who had lived in this world since the beginning of the Craftworld's voyage, Phoenix Lords were more willing to come here to seek ancestral wisdom when encountering difficulties.
"My lord."
Arriving at a distance from the Phoenix Lord sitting around the souls of ancestors, separated by an invisible barrier, the Autarch spoke.
"My warmaster seems to bring bad news."
The Phoenix Lord turned his head, frowning at the warrior not far away.
This commander capable of commanding a campaign was in a rather strange state. Even if the Phoenix Lord himself gave up further developing his psychic talents and could not peer into this warrior's mind, he could judge from his own short but meaningful ruling experience that the other party's emotions were very wrong.
Although this analogy was inappropriate, to be honest, it was like an old smoker who had been in rehab for ten thousand years suddenly relapsed one day.
"..."
The Phoenix Lord exchanged glances with the Farseer beside him until the other shook his head.
Confirming he wasn't possessed by a daemon, the Phoenix Lord strode forward.
Snap~
The Farseer reached out and grabbed his gauntlet.
"?"
As one of the Seer Council Lords, this Farseer's career was already in its late stage. currently, she was just a crystal body buried in wraithbone armor, directly connected to the armor's functions by will.
Facing the questioning gaze from the Lord, the Farseer hesitated for a while, but still spoke.
Her mental words were transmitted through the rhythm of wraithbone, her voice surprisingly soft and light.
"I can't see."
"..."
This is why Phoenix Lords generally dislike Farseers.
The surrounding Phoenix Guard surrounded him with singing spears, isolating the Autarch in the empty hall below.
The Phoenix Lord looked down at this warrior, waiting for him to speak.
"My lord."
The Autarch said: "Eldrad hopes to meet with you."
"Oh, is our great Farseer who likes to sneak around finally willing to pick up the dignity of the Eldar?"
The Farseer on the side mocked.
"Fine."
The Phoenix Lord nodded.
"My lord."
The Autarch was silent for a while, then said: "Eldrad means for you to go see him."
"Arrogance!"
A group of Aspect Warriors were immediately furious.
"Who does he think he is?!"
"The Formless Lord is also there."
The Autarch whispered: "Ulthran's master, and the master behind those Craftworlds. It was he who protected our kin, letting the mon-keigh—letting those humans enter the Webway."
"..."
"Huh?"
The Phoenix Lord was no stranger to the anomalies that appeared in various Webway sections decades ago. Thanks to every Eldar's days being numbered, their sensitivity to the passage of time was much stronger than in the past.
Many Webway areas occupied and blocked for various reasons when the Eldar Empire collapsed were restored to smoothness. At the same time, a large number of human figures appeared in the forces entrenched therein.
At the same time, these organizations were vastly different from past pirates and War in Heaven remnants, starting to actively maintain the Webway.
Meaning indiscriminately beating up any race that dared to block the way.
The Webway environment was instantly cleared.
The current Eldar no longer had such capability.
A single Craftworld struggled just to survive, let alone investing precious troops into the Webway, which had almost become a sewer after ten thousand years of accumulation. Moreover, the current scale of Eldar forces did not require them to carry out large-scale strategic deployment.
But humans did.
The Imperium of Man was the largest existence among successive galactic hegemons. They never lacked the military strength to win a war.
But they couldn't transport it.
Even in the current state of near brain death, the Imperium of Man not only maintained a state of war with all forces in the galaxy but also had countless suppression wars internally.
"You—"
The Phoenix Lord turned to look at the Farseer, then glared at the Autarch below.
"Yes."
The Autarch finally couldn't hide his expression.
The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, laughing out loud under the vigilant gaze of the Farseers, then enjoying the surrounding expressions turning from confusion to contemplation, and finally to envy.
No need to restrain like in the past, nor need to extend one's life by squeezing the souls of scapegoats like their dark cousins, eventually twisting and falling.
"I was chosen. The Formless Lord chose us all. As long as we can serve him, darkness cannot catch up with us."
"You, all of you have a chance."
He pointed to the 'Chamber of Heroes' radiating endless brilliance. The Craftworld Eldar's way of exploiting bugs through the Infinity Circuit would cause the Eldar, strictly speaking a warp lifeform, to gradually lose vitality and personality.
Ancestors wanting to be completely reborn must return to the warp, then return again.
"The cycle of life will be endless, the satisfaction of desire and peaceful departure will return again."
Clearly thousands of years old, at this moment he was as indulgent as a few-year-old child.
Webway, Dawnstar Sector - Obscurus Segmentum Branch
"Hello."
Ramesses looked up and said.
The person addressed was this young man playing the Phoenix Lord in Biel-Tan. Being named by this golden giant who seemed to have walked out of legend, he looked petrified, but still saluted stiffly.
Honestly, this slightly 'gaudy' decoration was far from the rumored Formless Lord.
But it didn't matter.
"Greetings, my lord."
The Phoenix Lord bowed.
This was a thing called security.
No more whispers appearing in ears at all times, no more heartfelt fear of death in the soul.
He could laugh wantonly, be excited for a victory, be sad for a failure, enjoy the cheers of the people, experience the satisfaction brought by rest.
"If I wanted to command you, would you obey?"
Ramesses spoke bluntly. He didn't have Arthur's natural aura, nor would he use strange words.
But this didn't hinder his recruitment work.
His way of fooling the Eldar was simple, just simply putting the park over them.
Referencing the Emperor, having divine power makes it easy to pretend to be a god.
Whatever you say, when forests start growing on the surface of Mars, when empty weapons start stealing bullets from the warp to fire, when you find yourself living with Slaaneshi daemons and they can't even detect you.
You have to be a god even if you aren't.
The Phoenix Lord was silent.
The compatriots around were looking at him, waiting for this Lord's order.
Ready to decide the life or death of this Phoenix Lord with his next command.
At this moment.
A god stood before him, issuing an invitation, offering rewards.
This was condescension.
Gods are not to be provoked.
Don't look at how lively the Eldar Empire nobles and Harlequin troupes fought over those unofficial histories in theaters back then. When the Laughing God really popped up, they didn't dare to make a sound. During the Fall, they wished they could kneel and become slaves to the other party, praying that this god who survived by trickery could choose them.
Ramesses's face was still hidden behind the golden mask. Those bright golden eyes just looked at the Phoenix Lord in front of him, waiting patiently.
The atmosphere compared to imagination...
Looked more like a recruitment meeting, relying on one's own technological advantages to attract the other party to provide personnel.
But the Phoenix Lord had to treat it carefully.
The one in front of him was not those four in the warp.
Their daemon army was in the real world, part of the Imperium, and this army, a disaster for all races, also became more efficient and terrifying because of their existence.
Humans need Eldar now, but it doesn't mean they will need them later.
The Phoenix Lord looked up at the sky.
The magnificent fleet belonging to humans sailed slowly along the Webway, forming a continuous line.
Humans were evolving; they began to explore this land they had never set foot on.
He could see the souls contained behind some mechanical creations. He knew that humanity's massive faith endowed human machines with unimaginable abilities, and also discovered that human souls were combining with these machines.
Just like Eldar merging into wraithbone.
Under the protection of the god, they had begun to gradually adapt to a higher way of life in attempts, and began to absorb the legacy inherited by the Eldar from the Old Ones.
And some Eldar had already taken a step ahead.
The Phoenix Lord couldn't be unaware of this.
He had to consider if this was the only chance in his life.
Inhale~
You know, you know, humans are my brothers, we knew each other very early, and these four are terrifyingly strong. I think the fusion reaction between our races will be excellent.
Amidst the expectant gazes behind him, the Phoenix Lord took a deep breath.
He couldn't deceive himself after all.
"So, the answer is only one."
After careful consideration, he would make a difficult decision.
The Phoenix Lord knelt on one knee, bowing his head deeply:
"I will serve you, my lord!"
As for the great Eldar main god Asuryan?
Wish him good luck in Slaanesh's stomach.
"It seems talents like you are the minority."
Trazyn looked at the Eldar who was starting to act weird, looking at Ulthran beside him who was still flipping through the Lectitio Divinitatus.
This guy was consistent. Without those four, he worried about the future of the Eldar; now with them, he was still worrying, serial schemes one after another.
Sensing the colleague's gaze, Ulthran handed a text to Trazyn.
He felt that his changes were quite big now; at least he was happy working.
"What do you think of changing the title of Phoenix Lord to Solar Lord in the future?"
The old Farseer, planning to team up with the Dawnbreakers to build the human empire for a lifetime, asked seriously, while regretting that his knowledge reserve in religion was too weak.
After the Fall of the Eldar, the Eldar who realized the importance of gods again didn't think about defecting to other gods.
But warp entities, everyone knows, while influencing and shaping the outside world, are also shaped by external beliefs and emotions.
The most typical example is Slaanesh, who was filled out by countless exaggerated extreme emotions of the Eldar Empire, and the specific lifestyle of the Eldar Empire back then can be referenced by the current Commorragh.
Then karma came. When you really had to endure torture, you weren't happy anymore.
And compared to the galactic hegemon of nearly sixty million years, suffering for more than ten thousand years, this debt strictly speaking hasn't been paid off, just a fraction.
So for the Eldar, defecting to a god is not very feasible, especially with the current state of the warp. Can anything rising from a cesspool be good?
And even if they really want to defect, the god might not accept them.
Look at how the Emperor is tortured now?
Countless personalities playing wrestling in his head, delirious every day, the whole god basically refined into an extreme emperor weapon by the Ecclesiarchy.
If adding the Eldar, a thing with terrifying emotional feedback, super doubled, who knows if He can still sit on the Golden Throne.
So when witnessing Karna's state in the Eye of Terror, Ulthran's capitulation was very direct.
A god unaffected by faith is too authoritative.
Trazyn, blocked by the question, was stunned.
"Wait, so urgent?"
Facing the inquiry, Ulthran raised his eyes, looking at Ramesses communicating with the Phoenix Lord about Commorragh-related affairs.
Commorragh not only needed to find people, but also needed to scout various key areas and develop their own workers, preparing for further actions after solving a series of problems in the galaxy.
This required the cooperation of multiple Craftworlds.
And because the Sword of Ynnead had penetrated the wraithbone and connected to the Infinity Circuit, as a Craftworld destined to be sacrificed by the God of Death in prophecy, Biel-Tan also needed another stronghold.
"Move fast."
Ulthran looked at the fleet in front of him.
After speaking, he took out an amulet dug out from someone's grave and stuffed it into Trazyn.
He also saw the escape just now. This Necron Overlord was not yet used to protecting his soul.
"Otherwise we won't be able to keep up."
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