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

Chapter 608: The Spiritual Tribe’s Meeting Gift (asking for monthly tickets)

Uslan's mood at the moment was difficult to describe in words, and Luo Xi was also very happy.

The emperor's personal promise and approval are more reliable and effective than any laws and regulations. This is what they mean by "words make laws".

This will be a turning point in the relationship between the two races. You must know that before today, the Eldar were a race ranked extremely high on the Empire's hatred list.

Almost all humans who see the Eldar want to kill them as soon as possible, and hunt down these elusive Eldar people throughout the galaxy.

Many humans simply cannot tell how many factions the Eldar are divided into, and they don't care whether you are an Ark Eldar, a Dark Eldar, a Savage Eldar or a Harlequin Eldar.

The Ark Eldar, who have the most dealings with humans, rely on their control over the Webway, and are often able to escape without a trace from the pursuit of the Human Empire, making it impossible for them to even catch up.

According to Luo Xi's understanding, humans believe that the Eldar are untrustworthy precisely because the Eldar are trustworthy. These aliens with strange thinking patterns sometimes appear inexplicably to help humans deal with difficulties, but sometimes they appear inexplicably to kill and harm humans.

It is precisely this uncertainty of jumping back and forth between reliability and unreliability that causes the humans who have been deceived to often choose a one-size-fits-all approach and classify all the Eldar as an alien race that must be killed.

Luo Xi knew that the starting point of these Ark Eldar was because of their completely unreliable prophecies, because not only would they kill humans because of what they saw in the prophecies, but in many cases they would also kill themselves.

Hatred has been intensified and deepened with each misunderstanding, and today, under the witness of the Lord of Mankind and the Eldar, the two sides will reach a more reliable alliance.

Humans no longer actively attack the Eldar other than the Dark Eldar, and the Eldar can no longer innocently harm humans.

Although the conflict between the two races will not be resolved, it is at least a good start and there is a legal basis for reference.

Uslan solemnly placed it into an Ark of the Covenant made of spirit bones. The things inside were a symbol of the fulfillment of his lifelong wish, so much so that his arms were even shaking slightly and he couldn't keep steady.

"Thank you for the kindness of the Lord of Humanity." Uslan bowed his head and performed the etiquette of the human empire, then continued, "Our race has experienced prosperity and decline. I hope our experience can help humans avoid repeating our old path."

"The conflict between us is a conflict between real life and the universe. No matter how much we quarrel, it is still an internal conflict between us. Chaos is the enemy of all real life. The essence of its existence is to destroy everything and make everything chaotic."

Uslan only felt that the responsibility on him was becoming heavier. Unlike the Emperor who could make guarantees on behalf of mankind, he could only temporarily represent the three Craft Worlds of Usvi, Alaitok and Iyanden.

"We must pull more people into this camp. This is the only hope for our tribe."

"But we lack someone with enough prestige and ability to unify the Eldar. It would be great if we could have a Primarch as well."

Although the Ark Eldar roamed all over the galaxy, they had to face a cruel reality: their sparse population could not support the development of civilization. The Ark would be damaged, but they had long lost the ability to build a new Ark.

Sooner or later, their Ark will be completely destroyed, and after the Soul Stone loses the support of the infinite circuit, the Ark Eldar will be completely destroyed.

What Uslan has to do is to break down the barrier formed by arrogance and prejudice of his people, and let them open their eyes and see how cruel and desperate this world is.

"We accept the kindness of mankind, but at the same time, please accept the gifts from the Eldar." Uslan said, and the Primarchs looked at him sideways.

In fact, Uslan was only responsible for saying this sentence, because even he didn't know what the gift of the elves was. He was just speaking on behalf of those clowns.

The next moment, the group of clowns dressed in gorgeous costumes with exaggerated oil totems painted on their faces appeared in front of the emperor like shadows.

The clown in the lead was a being called Veil Walker. Uslan told Luo Xi that the clown's name was Hilandri. She was a mysterious shadow prophet in the Veil Walker Troupe and had a deep connection with the only Eldar god who remained free and intact today.

The Veil Walker and the Harlequins used a strange ability to construct a massive stage within the palace in the blink of an eye. Roxi observed that it seemed to be the projection of some strange psychic power. Then, before the Emperor, they began a ritualistic dance performance.

Many clowns changed into tattered and smelly clothes, and even the paint on their faces turned into an unsettling, strange, rotten green color.

The Veil Walker herself swelled up rapidly, as if she were inflated. Countless uncomfortable blisters and scars appeared on her body, and she made simulated noises like the buzzing and screaming of flies and insects from her mouth.

Even Luo Xi had to admire the wonderful performances of these clowns. They used various means to simulate a cruel and inhumane scene of hell.

Obviously, the Curtain Walker himself plays the role of an unfortunate person who has fallen into hell and is suffering endless suffering. He is infected with countless diseases and his body has undergone countless deformations, but his soul and will remain clear.

He could feel the horror of what he was experiencing, but he had no way to change it or get rid of it.

Even death became a luxury, because Hilandri stabbed herself eighteen times with a dagger, all of which were vital points, but she still struggled to get up again.

"Well, so what exactly do your compatriots want to express?" Luo Xi turned sideways and asked Uslan.

The clowns' performance was great, everything was extremely vivid and lifelike, and even the strength and speed they displayed surpassed those of the Emperor's Guards who were stationed there.

Luo Xi had no doubt that if a group of clowns broke into the palace, Neos' precious golden corn figurines could stop them while limiting casualties.

But no matter how good the performance is, it still suffers from one problem: what the hell are they trying to say?
Luo Xi, who already hated the Riddler extremely, felt even more itchy and itchy all over. He wished he could run up and beat up the leader called Curtain Walker right now.

He thought that Neos was already invincible, but he didn't expect that there were these powerful Eldar warriors who could speak in a roundabout way to the fullest.

Roxie could tell that the clowns definitely wanted to say something, but they just wouldn't say it directly.

Uslan shrugged helplessly, indicating that he could do nothing to help.

"I am just the prophet of Uswe Ark. How can I command these clowns?"

"If it was some of the more famous plays, such as the one about the birth of Prince Joy, I would still be able to recognize it, but I have definitely never seen this scene."

"Maybe it's a new impromptu show performed by the clowns? Anyway, just keep watching. Maybe you'll understand it in a flash of inspiration."

Uslan also demonstrated what it means to listen to someone's words. If he did, Luo Xi would immediately roll his eyes at him.

The clowns' passionate performance finally came to an end, and the Curtain Walker created a phantom clone, showing two possibilities.

After endless torture, one of the clones could no longer resist and had no choice but to surrender to the source of the plague.

The other clone remained tenacious and even escaped with the help of a green light.

After all the performances were over, the huge and magnificent stage disappeared in an instant.

The Veil Walker and the other Harlequins stood respectfully in a row, bowing to pay homage to the Lord of Mankind.

Everyone present, whether they were the Primarchs or the Prophets, looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what the clowns were trying to express.

　The Mortarion plot is about to start to come alive.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)