This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 326 has a feeling of being ripped off.

“I can provide it, but the agreement will retain the aforementioned requirements, which include no sea routes connecting other Eldar habitats, nor sea routes that would allow for large-scale strategic deployments.”

The unicorn nodded, his decisive attitude suggesting he was truly in charge.

"As for further collaboration, I hope that we can build more goodwill and trust between each other over time before discussing it."

"Sigh, it's a bit strange that the Spirit Race doesn't use riddles anymore."

Ramses couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"."

The clown glared at Ramses without a word.

Even if you turn away without hearing the riddle, Dad, he'll still tell it. But we just don't have the means to do so.
People seeking help have completely abandoned their own unique characteristics.

The attitude of the God of Laughter is very clear.

Although the four members of the Dawnwing seem to smell better than the other warp-bound individuals, it will take time to verify whether they are truly chocolate-flavored excrement.

Who knows if you're planning to wipe out all those souls you've sheltered in the future? What evil purpose are you fulfilling?

If Seymour were to have a brain fart and hand over the Eldar, resulting in the creation of a second Eldar Deathbringer, then they'd be doomed.

This god is really reliable.

Ramses couldn't help but shake his head.

A jester who should be known for his absurdity is now worried sick about the survival of his own race.

"The Wings of Dawn need a sea lane that allows the large fleet to pass through."

Romulus was somewhat persistent; he still wanted to get something from the other party.

"No."

“Directly to Comoros.”

The only difference between the Dark Eldar and Slaanesh is their race, so surely we can't protect them too?

"No."

The unicorn refused decisively, appearing quite righteous.

But Romulus noticed the expression beneath his mask.

As if afraid Romulus wouldn't understand, the unicorn rolled its eyes twice when it met Romulus's probing gaze.

He's asking for favors from his own people again.

“Other Spirit Race forces can come together as well.”

Comoros possesses a wealth of technology from the Eldar Empire era. Although the Eldar of the Ark have always considered themselves the orthodox race, when it comes to technological reserves, Comoros, a network hub that was incredibly prosperous back in the Eldar Empire era, is the best place to look, especially those technologies that require psionic energy to operate.

Since he had already decided to take some time to go to Comoros to seek his fortune, Romulus could also show a mutually beneficial attitude at the appropriate time, since the God of Laughter has enough value in uniting the people.

I can give them face.

"That can."

"light and spacious."

Romulus clapped his hands and tossed a list to the unicorn.

It was a 100-year network lease agreement, and the Soul Stone was delivered immediately after the meeting.

"make a deal?"

"make a deal."
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As this collaboration progressed rapidly over time, the great sage Kaul was studying the data packets sent to him by Tarasin, attempting to restart the array of black stone obelisks atop Kadia.

Suddenly a mysterious visitor appeared behind him, and Kaul instantly went into battle mode.

Almost instinctively, the Great Sage decided to transform the abominable object before him into an atomic state.

During the joint excavation of ancient ruins, Tarasin was an extremely reliable partner with unparalleled professionalism and technical skills, capable of solving the vast majority of problems.

In the process of excavating non-ancient ruins, Tarachin itself is the biggest problem.

Kaul has lost count of how many of his collections were stolen by this despicable fellow.

“I am Tarasin the Endless, the Great Sage of Solemnus, the Great Archaeologist of the Prism Gallery. Why do you always call me an abomination?”

Sensing that the Great Sage was not very welcoming of his arrival, Taracin couldn't help but say, "Given your mastery of High Gothic, Low Gothic, Binary, and various Mechanicus dialects, perhaps you can find a more suitable term, such as addressing me as a distinguished guest."

Kaur began searching his own vocabulary and retorted in a very serious manner.

“The word ‘abominable’ means something that is repulsive, and it comes from the ancient High Gothic word ‘away from humanity’.”

It means, "I've put up with you for too long, you inhuman thing. Get the hell away from me."

"That's a superficial quote."

Taracin quickly raised his hand, indicating that you are not allowed to expel me from human status, and then retorted based on his profound knowledge of the evolution of human language.

"And there are some errors. 'Away from humanity' is a derogatory term. 'Abominable' should come from part of Old Gorgotic, where the stem used to mean 'to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune,' which also fits your description of me."

Kaur couldn't hold back any longer and started flipping through the dictionary, looking for loopholes.

No vulnerabilities?

How come you, an alien, understand human language science?
"This is just a common usage."

Kaul couldn't help but argue back.

Ignoring Taraxin's more professional and incisive rebuttal, he quickly connected to the Dark Angels' call.

Steelwing and he maintained a highly close collaboration, so close that Space Wolf jokingly remarked that after the Highlord Council's Minotaur bandits, the State Church's Flame Angels bandits, and the Merchant Ronin bandits' Ranger Warriors bandits—

Now the Cult of Mechanics also has its own henchmen, the Dark Angels.

A fierce fight broke out in the arena that day.

While Kaul was on the phone with the Dark Angels, the Figurine King looked around and, taking advantage of Kaul's inattention, secretly dismantled a servo skull that was hovering next to Kaul's hand.

Oh, I remember.

Tarasin examined the details of the skull.

Master Hester Aspertia Sigma, an expert in the fusion of biology and the Personality Matrix, was killed by Kaul during the Horus Rebellion for choosing to side with the rebels. At the same time, her cloning technology and Personality Matrix technology also became Kaul's.

Kaul's ability to create clones and ensure his survival for ten thousand years without his soul deteriorating is largely due to the Emperor's blessing and the legacy of his mentor, whom Kaul had killed.

He needed something like this to recreate the Horus Rebellion.

A sense of sacred mission, indescribable, welled up within Tarasin.

Aside from an archaeologist, a great sage who forged the world, and a grand mentor of the Alien Inquisition, his historical reconstructions, devoid of any personal emotion, made him a historian in the Dawn Sector who reconstructed the details of the Horus Rebellion, thanks to the great 'Primarch's' recognition of his expertise and ideals.

He wrote all the compulsory education textbooks on history in the Dawn Star District.

"This circuit structure is a unique product of the Trisoland-a4 casting world, and it seems to be about 10,000 years old."

Tarasin played with the skull and couldn't help but sigh.

Kaul, a mechanical sage who has lived for ten thousand years, certainly has a lot of good stuff in his possession.

It would be a waste of Kaul's talents to use such a historically valuable collection to assist him with tedious calculations.

"put it back!"

The Great Sage, who was communicating with the Dark Angel, disconnected the communication and rebuked him.

"Hum~"

Tarasin smiled, and with a slight shake of his hand, the servo skull vanished into thin air.

"oops."

The figure king spread out his empty hands, facing Kaul with an innocent expression.

"I lost it."

".(hexadecimal profanity)"

While working, Kaul couldn't help but also use some of the computing power to engage in academic exchanges with Tarachin.

Taracin handed over all the technology to him, but the installation still needed to be carried out by the Empire itself. The collector also knew that humans could not completely trust him, so he consciously chose to become a qualified thief after fulfilling his role.

Damn it, anyone, just take this bastard away from me.

(End of this chapter)