This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 414 So there's only one answer! (Two chapters combined)

Find someone.

Finding people is especially difficult in the Comoros because it is a vast and boundless place.

Of course, if you have a powerful enough army and a large enough number of your main race, and can make the Dark Eldar, who are addicted to extreme thrills, lower their guard as much as possible before taking action, then you may be able to achieve your goal.

"grown ups."

When the warrior in his red armor returned to Bietan from the exit of the net tunnel, his pristine armor and empty hands drew disdainful glances from his fellow Eldar.

Especially the expression on his face; the joy welling up inside him was uncontrollably reflected on his face.

This represents depravity for the Bietanling race, who strictly adhere to the Way of Asuyan.

When emotions begin to control their souls, they are forced to leave the ark, choosing to become pirates or join their dark cousins ​​to prevent their overly expressed emotions from attracting their greatest enemies.

Si Zhan ignored these gazes, an uncontrollable smile playing on his lips. The mental breakdown caused by wearing the war mask for so long had improved considerably, and he could feel his true nature returning.

Biettan has very few facilities for enjoyment.

Just as most Ark worlds continue to worship the ancient Eldar gods during their long exile, binding their minds with constraints and shackles, Bietan embarks on the Assuriani Path, which is also extremely strict in Eldar beliefs.

War is what they constantly seek, and influenced by this ideology, almost all Bietan people have an extremely strong sense of military honor.

Numerous Val anvils and Kuros training grounds constitute the core of Bietan society, where a large number of newborns are trained, learn, and grow under the careful care of their kind.

Following in the footsteps of the Phoenix Lords, most of them will become a tribe warrior.

Si Zhan looked at the young children, then looked away from their faces, which were twisted by restraint and sensual pleasure, and recalled his own tragic life journey as he embarked on the path to becoming a lord.

The Eldar are tragic; with the Dark God now present, they must force themselves to find no joy in anything.

Perhaps that's why that old man Usvi lived so long; he never felt happy doing those absurd things for the Eldar.

Statues of the Phoenix Lords of all time line this broad avenue, recounting their lives and honors.

Even by the standards of short lifespan, the frequency with which the Phoenix Lord changes in this Ark world is a bit too high.

Martial virtue is overflowing.

This is the simplest way to describe the world of Yetan's Ark.

He traversed a forest, stepping over the decaying armor and bones of the dead, until he arrived at the heart of the ark, the 'Hall of Heroes' where the souls of his ancestors resided.

The Bietans do not rely heavily on the prophets, and the Phoenix Lords' thinking is rarely influenced by the Council of Prophets.

Aside from the prophets who were already in this world at the beginning of the Ark's voyage, the Phoenix Lords are more inclined to come here to seek the wisdom of their ancestors after encountering difficulties.

"grown ups."

Arriving at the Phoenix Lord, who was sitting beside the ancestral soul, in the distance, separated from him by an invisible barrier, Si Zhan spoke.

"It seems my warlord brought back bad news."

The Phoenix Lord turned his head and frowned as he looked at the warriors not far away.

This commander, capable of leading a battle, was in a rather peculiar state. Even though the Phoenix Lord himself had given up further developing his psionic talents and could not see into the warrior's mind, he could still tell from his own short but meaningful reign that the other's emotions were not right.

Although this analogy is inappropriate, to be honest, it's like a long-time smoker who has been in rehab for ten thousand years suddenly relapsing one day.

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The Phoenix Lord exchanged a glance with the prophet beside him, until the other shook his head.

After confirming that he was not possessed by a demon, the Phoenix Lord strode forward.

slap~
The prophet reached out and grabbed his gauntlet.

"?"

As one of the lords of the Prophet Council, this prophet's career is nearing its end; he is currently nothing more than a crystal body buried in a spirit bone armor, connected to the armor's functions directly through his mind.

Faced with the lord's questioning gaze, the prophet hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Her thoughts and words were transmitted through the rhythm of her spiritual bones, her voice surprisingly gentle and light.

"I can't see."

"."

This is why most Phoenix Lords dislike the Prophet.

The surrounding lords' guards, wielding psionic spears, surrounded and isolated Si Zhan in the empty hall below.

The Phoenix Lord looked down at the warrior, waiting for him to speak.

"grown ups."

Si Zhan said, "Eldrad hopes to meet with you."

"Oh, has our great prophet, who loves to stealth, finally decided to reclaim the dignity of the Eldar?"

The prophet beside him sneered.

"can."

The Phoenix Lord nodded.

"grown ups."

Si Zhan was silent for a moment before speaking, "Eldrad means that you should go see him."

"Insanity!"

A group of tribal warriors were immediately enraged.

"Who does he think he is?!"

"The formless and shapeless Lord is also here."

Si Zhan said in a low voice, "Uslan's master, who is also the master behind those Ark Worlds, is the one who protected our compatriots and allowed the monkeys—and those humans—to enter the Web Path."

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"what?"

The Phoenix Lords are no strangers to the anomalies that appeared within the various network channels decades ago. Thanks to the fact that every Eldar now has one less day to live, they are much more sensitive to the passage of time than in the past.

Many network areas that were occupied or blocked for various reasons when the Eldar Empire collapsed have been restored to normal operation, and a large number of humans have appeared among the forces that occupied them.

At the same time, these organizations are very different from the pirates of the past and the remnants of the War of Heaven, and have begun to actively maintain the online world.

It refers to indiscriminately beating any force that tries to block one's way.

The online environment immediately became solemn.

The Eldar no longer possess such abilities.

It's difficult for a single Ark world to even survive, let alone deploy precious troops into the network of tunnels that have become almost like sewers over the millennia. Besides, the Eldar's current army size doesn't require them to make large-scale strategic deployments.

But humans do.

The human empire is the largest of all the galactic overlords in history, and they have never lacked the military power to win a war.

It's not that it can't be transported there.

Even now, in a state of near-brain death, the human empire is not only at war with all other powers in the galaxy, but also engaged in countless internal repression wars.

"you--"

The Phoenix Lord turned to look at the Prophet, then glared at the War God below.

"Yes."

Si Zhan finally couldn't hide his expression.

His lips curled into an uncontrollable grin, and he laughed out loud under the wary gazes of the prophets, then relished the expressions around him that became confused, thoughtful, and finally envious.

They no longer need to restrain themselves as they did in the past, nor do they need to prolong their lives by exploiting the souls of scapegoats, ultimately becoming twisted and corrupted, like their dark cousins.

“I have been chosen. The formless and intangible Lord has chosen all of us. As long as we serve Him, darkness will not be able to catch up with us.”

“You, all of you have a chance.”

He pointed to the 'Hall of Heroes' that radiated endless light, explaining that the Eldar of the Ark would gradually lose their vitality and personality by exploiting a bug in the Eternal Circuit.

For the ancestors to be truly reborn, they must return to the Warp and then come back again.

"The cycle of life will never end; the satisfaction of desires and the departure of peace will return again and again."

Despite being thousands of years old, he acted as unrestrained and reckless as a child.
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Network channel, branch line of the Dawn Star Region - Hazy Star Region
"Hello," Ramses said, looking up.

The person being addressed was the young man who played the Phoenix Lord in Bietan. He seemed petrified when called upon by this golden giant who looked like he had stepped out of a legend, but he still stiffly bowed.

To be honest, this kind of slightly 'ornate' decoration is far from the legendary formless and shapeless lord.

But it doesn't matter.

"Greetings, sir."

The Phoenix Lord bowed and said.

This is something called a sense of security.

The constant whispers no longer echoed in my ears, and my soul was no longer filled with a deep-seated fear of death.

He can laugh freely, be elated by a victory, and saddened by a defeat, to enjoy the cheers of his people and experience the satisfaction of rest.

"If I wanted to give you orders, would you do them?"

Ramses bluntly stated that he did not possess Master Asahi's innate air of superiority, nor did he spout those strange and unusual phrases.

But this did not hinder his recruitment efforts.

His method of deceiving the Eldar was very simple: he simply covered the park with the elves.

Referring to emperors, it's easy to pretend to be a charlatan if you have divine power.

Who cares about this or that? Once forests start growing on the surface of Mars, and weapons that have long been emptied are started stealing bullets from the warp, by the time you realize you're living with a Slaanesh demon, the demon won't be able to find you.

Even if you're not a god, you have to be one.

The Phoenix Lord remained silent.

His fellow countrymen were all watching him, awaiting the lord's orders.

He was prepared to decide the fate of the Phoenix Lord with his next order.

At this moment.

A deity stood before him, extending an invitation and offering a reward.

This is a condescension.

God is not to be trifled with.

Don't be fooled by how enthusiastically the nobles of the Spirit Clan Empire and the clown troupe fought each other in the theater back then. When the God of Laughter actually appeared, they didn't dare utter a single word. During the Great Fall, they wished they could kneel down and become slaves to each other, begging this god who survived by trickery to choose them.

Ramses' face remained hidden behind the golden mask, his bright golden eyes fixed on the Phoenix Lord before him, patiently waiting.

The atmosphere was different from what I had imagined.

It looked more like a recruitment fair, where they were using their technical advantages to attract other companies to hire them.

However, the Phoenix Lord had to treat this with caution.

The person in front of me is not one of the four from the subspace.

Their demonic army is part of the empire in the real world, and this army, which is a scourge to all races, becomes even more efficient and terrifying because of their existence.

Humanity needs the Eldar now, but that doesn't mean it will need them in the future.

The Phoenix Lord looked up at the sky.

The magnificent human fleet slowly sailed along the net channel, forming a long, continuous line.

Humans are evolving, and they are beginning to explore this land that has never been set foot on before.

He could see the souls contained within certain mechanical creations. He knew that humanity's immense faith had endowed human machines with unimaginable abilities, and he also discovered that human souls were merging with these machines.

Just like how the Eldar merged with the Spirit Bone.

Under the protection of the gods, they have begun to gradually adapt to a more advanced way of life through repeated attempts, and have begun to absorb the legacy of the Spirit Race inherited from the ancient saints.

However, some Eldar had already taken the lead.

The Phoenix Lord couldn't possibly be unaware of this.

He had to consider whether this was his only chance in his life.

suck~
You know, you know, humans are my brothers, we've known each other for a long time, and these four are incredibly powerful. I believe our races will produce the best possible fusion reaction.

Amidst countless expectant gazes behind him, the Phoenix Lord took a deep breath.

He could not deceive himself after all.

"Therefore, there is only one answer."

After careful consideration, he will make a difficult decision.

The Phoenix Lord knelt on one knee, bowing his head deeply:
"I will pledge my allegiance to you, my lord!"

As for the great Spirit Race chief god Asuyan?

I wish him good luck in Slaanesh's belly.

"It seems that people like you are in the minority."

Tarasin looked at the Eldar who were starting to act strangely, and then at Uslan beside him who was still flipping through the Book of Holy Words.

This guy is consistent; he worried about the future of the Spirit Race when those four weren't around, and he's still worried now that they are, with one scheme after another.

Noticing his colleague's gaze, Uslan handed a document to Tarasin.

He feels that he has changed quite a bit, at least he is happier when he does his work.

"What do you think about changing the title of Phoenix Lord to Sun Lord in the future?"

The old prophet, who was prepared to spend his life with the Wings of Dawn in the human empire, asked in a serious tone, while also feeling somewhat annoyed by his own lack of knowledge about religion.

After the fall of the Spirit Race, the Spirit Race, having once again realized the importance of gods, did consider seeking refuge with other gods.

However, those who understand the concept of subspace entities know that while they influence and shape the outside world, they are also shaped by the beliefs and emotions of the outside world.

The most typical example is Slaanesh, who was instilled with countless exaggerated and extreme emotions by the Eldar Empire. The specific lifestyle of the Eldar Empire back then can be compared to that of the Comoros today.

Then karma comes in this life, and you suffer real torment, but now you're not happy about it.

In contrast, the galactic overlord, who reigned for nearly 60 million years, suffered only for over 10,000 years. Strictly speaking, this debt has not yet been fully repaid; only a fraction of it has been paid off.

Therefore, for the Eldar, siding with a god is not a good idea, especially given the current state of the Warp. What good things can rise from a cesspool?

Besides, even if you really try to become a follower of a deity, the deity might not accept you.

Look at how the emperor is being tortured now.

Countless personalities are playing an elbow-striking contest in their minds, constantly losing their senses. The entire god has basically been refined into an ultimate imperial weapon by the state religion.

If we add the Eldar's emotional feedback, it can only be described as terrifying, a super-amplified effect. I wonder if they can still sit on the Golden Throne.

Therefore, after witnessing Karna's state in the Eye of Fear, Uslan's sliding knee was very direct.

A god who is not influenced by faith is too authoritative.

Tarasin was taken aback when he was caught off guard by the question.

"No, so urgent?"

When questioned, Uslan raised his eyes slightly, looking at Ramses, who was communicating with the Phoenix Lord about Comoros-related matters.

Comoros not only needs to find people, but also needs to scout out key areas and develop its own personnel in preparation for further operations after resolving a series of problems in the galaxy.

This requires cooperation from multiple Arkworlds.

Moreover, since the Death Sword has penetrated deep into the spirit bones and connected to the eternal circuit, the Ark World, which is prophesied to be sacrificed by the Death God, also needs another stronghold.

"You need to be quick."

Uslan looked at the fleet before him.

After saying that, he took out a talisman he had dug up from someone else's grave and handed it to Tarasin.

He had also realized from their escape that this space necromancer overlord was not yet used to protecting his soul.

"Otherwise, we won't be able to keep up."

(End of this chapter)