Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 265 I'm Here to Negotiate (Please Subscribe)

The words of Prophet Uslan caused all the Eldar present to fall into silence.

They even wondered if there was something wrong with their ears. What was the prophet talking about? Negotiating peace with humans?
"Uslan, is this your solution? Surrender to ignorant and barbaric humans? I am ashamed to be associated with you. You bring shame to the Usvi Ark World!"

The howling banshee immediately scolded. She and other tribe warriors fought desperately with the enemy, and were even almost killed by the insidious bombing of humans just now. If it weren't for Ilic's rescue, she would have entered the soul stone and waited for death.

If we negotiate with humans, then what is the meaning of their death and sacrifice?
Uslan simply looked at these bewildered Eldar, who were blinded by hatred and arrogance.

From the very beginning, they treated humans with great arrogance, believing that it was the stupid and barbaric humans who invaded the homes of the elves.

Arrogance is the nature of the Eldar. In the past, they perished because of this, and even when the shadow of death has faded, they still find it difficult to change this.

The prophet's psychic power sensed the defeat on the front line. Those cobalt blue Ultramarines who filled the mountains and seas pushed down the Eldar's defenses as always. They were extremely calm and composed, exactly like their genetic father.

Fighting the Ultramarines is a terrifying experience, as these enemies seem to know everything and can handle any situation that arises.

It's like an answer sheet. Some specialized legions can get full marks, while the Ultramarines can only get 80 points. However, as the number of answer sheets increases, the score given by the Ultramarines on each paper is still 80 points.

The Ultramarines are the most balanced and versatile Legion of the Astartes.

In fact, there is no fundamental conflict between humans and the Eldar. The Eldar Empire was destroyed long ago, and the remaining Eldar are so rare that they can only survive in the Ark, the Webway, and the Savage World. The two sides have no territorial disputes at all.

"Admit it, my compatriots. The Eldar have declined. The Warp God born from the corpse of the Spirit Empire has imposed an endless curse on us. Humans are not our enemies. They are entangled in Chaos like us. We can be allies."

"They only want Black Stone. This young race has discovered the Black Stone's ability to control the Warp. The Black Stone veins scattered across Pandora are of little use to us."

"Perhaps in our heyday we could still use Black Stone to build the Vaal Amulet, but what about now? Our numbers are so small that it is difficult to use Black Stone on a large scale. Our industrial system and knowledge heritage have long been in tatters."

The ranger suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. These were indeed the facts, but the prophet Uslan had no intention of saving face for the elves, and instead revealed all the naked realities.

This made their sensitive self-esteem feel uncomfortable, after all, knowing the facts and admitting the facts are two different things.

Couldn't he embellish it a little bit and express it in an artistic language acceptable to the Eldar?

Many Eldar are still immersed in the glory of the past. It is more painful to make them admit that the current galactic overlord has changed than to kill them.

"What about the Soul of the World? Do you mean to abandon our Barbarian Elf cousins?" Ye Mao asked back.

The ranger's attitude was vague. He did not directly express support or opposition, but threw the question back to Uslan.

"The world soul is not unmovable. As long as we pay a certain price, we can strip the world soul from Pandora. The Milky Way is so big that there are still many ownerless galaxies that can survive. Why must we fight to the death with humans on this planet?"

The Ranger and the Howling Banshee fell silent.

"But the Savage Elf Clan..." They wanted to argue further but were ruthlessly interrupted by Uslan.

"That's enough. You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself. Do you really care about the Savage Eldar so much? Or can you be determined to seek more power from the Alaitoc Ark to fight humans to the death?"

"You are here to save the Savage Spirits, not to die with them. If he is really stubborn, even if they can be saved this time, what about the next time? Will you still have to sacrifice your own interests?"

"The truly stubborn ones cannot be saved. Only the fittest will survive."

Every word of Uslan's question was piercing to the heart. Just as he said, the relationship between the Barbarian Eldar and the Ark Eldar was indeed very good, but this relationship was far from reaching the point where they could trust each other with life and death.

After all, there are different differences even within the Ark Eldar. Different Ark worlds adhere to different rules, and some are even unwilling to contact other Arks.

Not to mention the Savage Eldar, whose paths are very different from those of the Ark Eldar. At best, they are just a community of interests formed after the decline of the Eldar.

Erik Nightspear and his companions did come to help their cousins ​​in the beginning, but after fighting with humans and suffering certain casualties, their starting point changed, and they began to gradually shift towards maintaining the dignity of the Eldar and showing their presence to humans.

They fought bravely, doing their best to kill as many humans as possible. All they wanted to do was prove that even if the Eldar were weakened, they were no match for humans.

"Perhaps you are right, Prophet." The ranger was silent for a while and said, "Then do as you say. I may have acted impulsively. This is a mistake."

"Everyone, I know that every Eldar has different ideas, but there is one thing we need to reach a consensus on: the Warp and Chaos are the common enemies of all of us in the cosmic life. The Supreme Heaven has gradually gained the upper hand in the battle with the real universe. This is a continuation of the War in Heaven 60 million years ago."

Uslan looked around, and even the hostility in the eyes of the unruly howling banshee had disappeared.

With the intelligence of the elves, they easily understood the point that Uslan wanted to express. If they put aside their prejudices against humans and thought rationally, they would understand that the prophet was right.

But they don't know whether those humans who have great hatred for aliens will agree to this negotiation.

Humans, who were severely betrayed by the aliens during that era of strife, no longer believe in the aliens' kindness.

"That's my job, Ranger. Let your followers withdraw. And those Aspect Warriors, the blood of the Eldar warriors can't be wasted anymore."

Eric bowed his head and felt regretful at this moment. Perhaps he should have listened to the prophet's advice when he first visited him instead of stubbornly fighting against humans.

People only learn their lessons after they hit a wall, and the elves had to admit that they were no match for humans after they hit a wall.

At this moment, the elves who were fighting on the battlefield received the signal to retreat. Although he was still confused in his heart, he obeyed the orders from his superiors.

The tribe warriors covered the evacuation of their group, especially those Savage Eldar. The two Nether Knights released all their firepower to attract the attention of those knight mechas.

"The enemy is retreating."

Commander Hill remained vigilant. The Eldar were an exceptionally tough enemy. They were cunning and adept at using deceptive tactics. Any complacency would lead to failure.

The Eldar fighters that were fighting the White Scars in the sky also evacuated one after another. Both sides suffered single-digit damage. The fallen fighters hit the ground of Pandora under the action of gravity, and thick smoke billowed. Hill had already sent pharmacists to rescue them.

Because of the rash evacuation, the White Scars even seized the opportunity to shoot down several of the Eldar fighters with their heavy laser cannons. This made Hill even more confused. If this was a trap, the price the Eldar would pay was too high.

suddenly.

Suddenly, on the quiet battlefield, a hazy and ethereal rhythm was heard, like the beautiful singing of the legendary Siren.

The psychic alarm was beeping, and the Extreme Marines only felt their minds calm down, and the desire to kill in their hearts decreased a lot.

"This is a psychic presence that covers the entire battlefield. I don't sense any malice in it."

Think tank director Troy reported to Hill.

He and his think tank troops were at the forefront fighting against the various strange methods of the Eldar, so as to prevent the Ultramarines from suffering too many casualties due to the enemy's psychic attacks.

"Something's coming."

The display screen of the tactical helmet lit up red, and the auspicious instrument detected an Eldar walking out of the dense forest.

The other party held a mysterious staff in his left hand. The Trojan Think Tank could feel a powerful psychic force from it. That force was far above his own, even surpassing any human psychic he had ever seen.

This forced them to be on high alert. Even though there was only one person on the other side, if a psychic of this level suddenly attacked, it would definitely be a devastating disaster.

"There is no need to be nervous son of Guilliman. I am here to negotiate."

The Eldar seemed to know who was the commander of this Ultramarines force. He looked at Hill and nodded slightly in salute.

The red-helmeted warrior was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand what these elves were doing. Just now they were fighting each other desperately, and now they sent a powerful psychic to claim that they wanted to negotiate.

(End of this chapter)