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Chapter 323 Glory: A vast empire was destroyed by just two words.
As the Eldar prophet couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the current situation, Aglaia glanced at the meeting list given to her by the Ever Victorious Army.

As one of the first humans to establish contact with the Primarch, she was given a special responsibility by Terra from the very beginning.

Pay attention to the movements of the original entity, confirm its purpose, and understand its state.

But the judges preferred to simply call it witnessing history.

Although the leisurely job of reporting to Terra was snatched away by some shameless guy, just as her enthusiasm for her work grew stronger over time, this honor did not disappear with the passage of time.

Under the gradually growing wings of the Dawn Wings, more and more people are finding their place.

As the judge opened the meeting minutes, the scent of quill ink mingled with the musty smell of parchment, and he quietly perused the records.

The Eldar's reason for this trip is that they were recently attacked by the Chaos Warmaster.

The Thousand Wizards Kayan foresaw that Uslan possessed some kind of magic that could truly threaten the Primarchs, and with the help of the Chaos Force, Abaddon successfully attacked the Council of the Prophets, who were holding a meeting at the time, through the Web Gate that connected to the world of Usvi's Ark.

After the attack, Uslan disregarded the voices of the conservatives within the council and decisively chose to engage in further communication and cooperation with the Dawn Wings.

However, Aglaia still had some doubts.

As a trustworthy psychic, she had naturally received specialized psychic training from Lord Ramses, and in the process of establishing a regulatory system for the imperial nobility, she had come into contact with many Eldar operators.

So why didn't Lord Ramses just choose to deal with these Eldar aliens directly?
"Because the God of Laughter left the stage."

In response to the questions raised by the Imperial Guards, Ramses raised his hand and pointed to the group of colorful figures beside Uslan.

Do you think he doesn't want to pack up and take these guys with him?

Especially the old prophet, an elder who was likely acquainted with the Emperor during the existence of the Eldar Empire, possessed knowledge and secrets that would make any scholar with a thirst for exploration covetous.

Aglaia's gaze followed.

The clowns stood silently, their red and blue costumes standing out vividly under the lights. The expressions on their masks, whether joyful or sorrowful, all exuded a strange solemnity.

A midnight masquerade of sorrow.

The name of the clown troupe came to mind.

They are distinguished by their red and blue costumes, and their supreme mission is to fight against chaos, even at the cost of everything. More importantly, they are directly under the command of the Laughing God and are the representatives of the will of that mysterious spirit god.

The appearance of this theater troupe actually represents the attitude of the God of Laughter himself.

"After all, he is a god—although there is no god in this world in theory, those four don't count, and neither does Silero."

Ramses reiterated that one should not call anything with extraordinary abilities a god, explaining the reasoning behind it.

"But no matter what, we should respect the power that the other party possesses."

In the original future, the troupe's main clown, along with many other members and soloists, would choose to join the Death Army.

Although they now possess the Star God Fragment and Karna has been banished from his warp entity, the four of them are no longer afraid of this guy, but they also don't want to get into trouble because of momentary greed.

Although the Joker, as the Joker, doesn't even crack the top ten in the universe, his ability to escape and cause trouble is time-tested.

Ramses thought that Silegor's talent in this regard surpassed even his own, as he was able to escape from Slaanesh's clutches and occasionally travel to the Warp to trick Slaanesh into giving him some unicorn souls.

It's important to know that the God of Laughter doesn't have the same anti-magic stance as Arthur.

If you're not confident you can crush the other side, then you can only try to sign a non-aggression pact first and then crush them.

As Ramses' hearty laughter echoed through the hall, explaining the cause of the incident to the guards and Astartes, the heavy atmosphere instantly dissipated.

The guards around him immediately understood, their tense nerves gradually relaxing. They adjusted their breathing rhythm, put aside their random thoughts, and refocused on their respective guard posts.

Having four bosses who are willing to speak like human beings is indeed a blessing.

Clear instructions and frank explanations effectively curbed the excessive initiative of these elite soldiers. They now clearly knew what they should and shouldn't do, making the entire security process exceptionally efficient. Among this group of guards focused on fulfilling their duties, one figure stood out as out of place.

Navaradaren, Inspector General of the Imperial Guard.

He remained absolutely focused, the quill pen scratching softly on the parchment.

The clamor, doubts, and orders from the outside world seemed to be shut out by his gleaming golden armor.

The Guardian, who was the first to come into contact with the Primarchs, the first to bring their words back to Terra, and the one who directly triggered the Terran cleanup, is now processing the mountain of documents with astonishing efficiency.

When he finally closed the last file, Navaradaren got up and went to the council hall outside the Dawn.

There, leaders of various factions within the empire awaited an audience.

As the Emperor's guard, their greatest advantage over the Astartes was that no one dared to underestimate their will.

As the true representatives of the emperor's will, the Imperial Guard was born with an unprecedented status in this theocratic era. Every word they uttered carried unquestionable authority, making them the most effective mouthpieces.

After passing through heavily guarded lines, Navaradaren met with a wandering merchant lord from the Empire.

He's long past the age where he needs answers.

"Now everyone assumes that you're terrible, Lao Luo."

Ramses turned his gaze away from the heavily guarded lines and quietly made a sarcastic remark in the internal communications.

His tone carried a hint of mischief.

Perhaps by tomorrow, the rumors that Lord Romulus disregarded the Primarch's honor in confronting the Eldar prophet for his own safety will have spread throughout the Warp.

"This is a good thing; it's beneficial to my plans."

Romulus was pleased with this outcome.

Being underestimated by everyone is a good thing, as it means he has a greater margin for error when dealing with conspiracies against him.

And what is the Primarch's Glory? Can you eat it?
Like Horus, he couldn't bring himself to confront the enemy on the surface because of his honor, only to be sent to the Temple of Devon with a single blow, becoming the first Primarch to die in the entire Rebellion.

Glory, such a vast empire, was destroyed by these two words.

He looked down at the psychic spell demonstration that Uslan had submitted.

Perhaps due to the observer effect, the four of them had an unusually high acceptance of self-consistent technologies, and did not experience the kind of self-contradictory situation that occurs when Guilliman's empire's truths are absorbed into their minds.

So after reading Ramses' series of reports, although Romulus still didn't understand psionic power, he was at least able to analyze the feasibility of a spell from a professional perspective, so he wouldn't be fooled by those empty and nonsensical riddles.

Unlike the riddlers that the Eldar had always been, Uslan, the old prophet, did not put on any riddle-like airs in front of them.

The neatly arranged technical parameters on the parchment prove that when you are powerful enough, others will always be adjusting their attitude to cater to you.

As for whether the technical assistance proposed by Uslan is effective and feasible—

Romulus looked up and exchanged a brief glance with Ramses.

The golden-masked wizard nodded slightly.

Ramses found it credible; the psionic spells provided by the old prophet were legitimate.

Because before meeting them, Uslan had already given a vivid demonstration in actual combat.

Ramses tossed the crystal-clear stone in his hand and then looked through the battle records inside the soul stone.

(End of this chapter)