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Chapter 412 Don't you Spirit Race have your own gods?
"For the ancient Eldar, the cycle of life is endless, the fulfillment of desires and the departure of peace are inextricably linked, simply because they know that their souls will always return to the world. The birth of the Dark Goddess Salis has forever broken this cycle. These once great interstellar pioneers now linger in the shadows, afraid to embrace full emotions because of their own desires, and they deserve it."

—Ariman
The Ark world of Bietan, whose Eldar race symbolizes the rebirth of the old.

As an ark far removed from the Eye of Fear, living in a peaceful star field, the Eldar, who have not suffered much from the beatings of various heroes, are the most radical and arrogant even among the already arrogant Eldar.

They harbor discrimination against other inferior beings and have a strong xenophobic mentality. Their emotions are expressed more strongly than those of other Ark Eldar, making them seem more like cousins ​​of the Dark City.

The Bietans consider themselves the guardians of the virgin worlds. On those primitive planets, they watch over the savage Eldar and their harmonious coexistence with nature, actively communicating with them. After their ancestors died, they merged with the world spirits of their respective planets, becoming part of the Bietan Ark world in the future.

The Bietans revere their ancestors, nurture new blood, and actively explore and engage with those exiled branches. The warlike Bietans believe that when the Eldar rise again, these worlds will become the seeds for the flourishing of a new order.

Many in the Ark worlds believe that Beetleton is delusional; given the Eldar's current birth rate and catastrophic state in the Warp, any attempt to struggle is nothing but wishful thinking.

The Beetletons were not deterred by these pessimistic opponents. They held fast to their beliefs, remained confident, and believed that a great power would once again lead them to rise again and conquer the galaxy, and that the day of Eldar's revival would come.

"Damn thief! Traitor! Liar!"

At this very moment, azure star darts are flying, and the warrior priest of Bietan is leading the war witches and assault scorpions in pursuit of that damned thief.

His face was exposed to the atmosphere, and even without wearing a war mask, one could see the visible anger on his face.

"Return to us the remains of the prophets Beyer and Tanthia!"

Under his command, a steady stream of Eldar assault troops were pouring out along the network, including even battlefield mechs like Dimensional Hunters.

Ahead of them, Uslan, who was carrying a Crystal Prophet along with Tarasim, started running with his head down.

With the unbridled use of psionic power, this body unleashed a force far greater than that of the vehicle.

The fighting force that would have been enough to conquer a human colony was stretched thin, stretched into a single line, as the Prophet was still in the hands of the two thieves, making it difficult to maneuver in this rather narrow passage.

Finally, Uslan spoke up to explain.

“The prophet Biyar made a pact with me, that she would allow me to take her from you at some point in the future and make good use of her. There is nothing more important than this.”

Uslan's voice was solemn.

“I foresaw this.”

"(By Yetan, I swear!)"

You foresaw nothing but bullshit; it's all just to please your new master.

The prophet Beeethan, who arrived shortly afterward, was furious.

Everyone within the Ark Eldar knows that in recent years, a bunch of traitors have emerged within the Ark Eldar. Many scattered Eldar members have been receiving a lot of inexplicable messages, and then they have led their followers and talents to the Dawn Sector.

No one knows what happened in the end, but some Arks inexplicably gained a lot of resources at their disposal, and a human force inexplicably began to roam the network, indiscriminately eliminating any race that dared to obstruct the network's smooth operation. Within just a few decades, the network environment in most areas of the Dawn Star Sector and the Misty Starfield improved considerably.

These humans built military facilities in some node areas to transport urgent military supplies, while the Eldar lived off the government's stipends and even joined forces with humans to set up checkpoints and collect tolls from various Ark worlds!

Now he knows which Ark world was responsible.

It was Usvi. The prophet Bietan looked at Eldrad not far ahead. From the Eldar's perspective, he could see that the old prophet was surrounded by golden light that looked like drifting catkins. He could recognize that this was the clumsy and low-level power of faith of those monkeys.

“You have no right to decide the fate of my race, nor to interfere with the affairs of the gods or act on their behalf. You are not a god, Eldrad Uslan. You are not even worthy of being Eldar. You should have joined your Crystal Clan long ago.”

As if provoked by something, the prophet uttered harsh words, emphasizing them repeatedly, and then stretched out a palm, releasing a spell to interfere with the will of the soul.

Uslan's figure flickered, and the spell passed right through him.

While the two sides were arguing, Tarasin, who had already run a distance, suddenly stopped and then, as if pulled by an invisible hand, flew backward a great distance.

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Uslan casually snatched the Hyperdimensional Cube from the other's hand, ignoring the metal fragments exploding around him. His figure, which could be described as agile by Eldar standards, looked incredibly vibrant at this moment.

This fueled the prophet Beetham's anger even more.

After wielding his sorcerous blade and utterly destroying the ancient enemy that was somehow susceptible to magic, the prophet angrily broke away from the group and charged forward.

“You will be next, Eldraar. Your clumsy and vile faith has led you into true depravity, and now, even it cannot protect your life.”

He roared, using his psionic energy without restraint, abandoning the restraint expected during the Eldar civil war, and his sorcerous blades aimed straight for vitals, as if eager to prove something.

Their words were filled with extraordinary killing intent. If they weren't currently in the Net Path, their strong connection with the Eldar and the Warp would likely have attracted the attention of the God of Darkness and the God of Blood just from their emotions.

Uslan parried the blade that was being swung at him again, then swung his powered spear at the opponent's legs, attempting to disable his mobility.

However, because he was still holding the Crystal Prophet, his movements were a little slower.

"It's better than some people who have no faith at all."

A voice sounded.

Uslan, who had prepared himself for injury, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stopped running away and instead completely relaxed his body. Then he turned around and looked at the prophet in front of him with unusual indifference.

Swish!
The prophet Beetham's hostile attack ultimately landed in empty air.

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Through the war mask of the other side, it was the first time that Uslan had seen such an expression on the face of his former compatriots.

It was an expression of anger, jealousy, and a variety of twisted emotions, all contorted on one face when the unbelievable event came true.

A hysterical rage erupted from his narrow eyes, accompanied by a shrill scream, as if a high-pressure balloon had been punctured and was frantically releasing its pressure.

Perhaps this prophet would be better suited to be a shrieking banshee.

He thought so.

(End of this chapter)