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The Dark Eldar quickly abandoned any thought of resistance, knowing full well that they were doomed.

One of the Dark Eldar leaders drew his dagger first, but not to fight; instead, he began their unique "impart" on the spot.

The Dark Eldar's impart rituals are beyond the comprehension of ordinary beings.

They seek the ultimate in pleasure and pain, aiming for both physical and spiritual peaks of sensory experience.

Several Dark Eldar, at the height of their power, plunged their weapons into their own bodies and then violently churned them.

Blood splattered, painful groans mingled with maniacal laughter, and this nauseating scene gave their faces a sickly flush.

The Eldar rebels reacted in a completely different way; their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with despair and fear.

For them, physical death is not scary; what is truly terrifying is their fate after death.

After death, the souls of the Eldar will be swept into the Warp and fall into the hands of Slaanesh, the Prince of Chaos Pleasure, where they will suffer eternal torment and defilement.

This is an ending a million times more terrifying than death.

Evelyn stood alone, calmly observing the paint schemes and markings of the human warships.

She keenly recognized the markings of the Ultramarines, even though the size of these warships was vastly different from anything she had ever seen before.

A glimmer of hope flashed in her heart.

"Don't fire!" Evelynn shouted, her voice carrying through the communication system. "We can save your Primarchs!"

It turns out that the High Priest of Eldar had indicated in an ancient prophecy that the "Old Woman's Blade" in Everene's hands contained special power.

This weapon was one of the keys to awakening Robert Guilliman, the Thirteenth Primarch of the Imperium of Man, from his slumber.

The communication channels of the human extreme warriors instantly became noisy, filled with countless questions.

The soldiers looked at each other through their visors, unsure how to react to this sudden news.

However, soon, a steady and powerful voice came through their earpieces, a voice that carried an unquestionable authority.

"Capture those Eldar rebels, take them alive, and interrogate them personally. As for those corrupted Dark Eldar—leave none alive!"

With the Primarch's command, the Ultramarines immediately sprang into action, executing the orders with precision and efficiency.

Ten minutes later, Evelynn and her warriors were disarmed, bound, and taken to the flagship's command center.

The moment the hatch opened, Evelyn's eyes widened in shock.

The tall figure standing in front of the command platform, the blue-gold power armor, the dignified and resolute face—it was none other than the legendary Primarch Thirteen, Robert Guilliman himself.

But how is this possible?

“How is this possible!” Evelyn muttered to herself, her voice filled with confusion. “The prophecy says you should still be asleep, and we are the key to your resurrection.”

"The power of the Old Woman's Blade should have been the key to your revival, but you are now..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt, her thoughts in turmoil, unable to comprehend the vast discrepancy between the prophecy and the reality before her.

Guilliman stared at the Eldar rebels, his gaze a mixture of scrutiny and curiosity.

"The path of destiny is always full of variables, and even the most accurate prophecy cannot foresee everything."

Guilliman walked slowly toward Evelynn and gestured to the guards to loosen her restraints.

“My recovery is not the predicted path, but that does not diminish my determination to save humanity.”

Evelynn looked up and stared directly at the legendary Primarch, her shock undiminished.

Unbeknownst to her, a vast empire far beyond her imagination was at work, and her Eldar were merely a tiny part of it.

Chapter 127: Recovery Progress 30%

The warships of the human empire swept across the Milky Way like a steel torrent, reclaiming planets and bringing star systems back into the empire's embrace.

The empire's progress was firm and powerful, with numerous victories and everything moving in a prosperous direction.

The White Scars Warband, led by Chagatai Khan, became the vanguard in the extermination of the Dark Elf race.

This free-spirited Primarch was like a whirlwind on the battlefield, leading his subordinates into battle without fear.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" Chagatai Khan roared as he personally beheaded a Dark Elf Lord.

Blood splattered on his power armor, but it did not affect the speed at which he wielded his blade.

Chagatai Khan was very happy with this mission: to slaughter the Dark Eldar without leaving any room for mercy. All they needed to do was kill, kill, kill.

Not to mention that these Dark Eldar have a blood feud with Chagatai Khan. It was while tracking a small group of Dark Eldar that he became lost in the Web of Destiny for many years.

Now, his former enemies are no match for him, and he is determined to crush them all.

Chagatai Khan was thoroughly enjoying himself, laughing as he fought. His warriors were infected by his laughter and their fighting spirit soared.

Meanwhile, the Ultramarines Chapter, commanded by Robert Guilliman, advanced with even more sophisticated tactics.

This wise and rational Primarch stood in the flagship command center, calmly analyzing the battlefield situation.

"The 553rd to 559th Regiments will flank the enemy on the left and cut off their retreat. The 560th to 600th Regiments will press forward from the front and not give them a chance to breathe," Guilliman ordered.

Under his command, the Ultra Warriors operated like a perfectly functioning machine, with every action executed in an orderly manner.

The Dark Eldar were repeatedly defeated by these highly effective tactics and were eventually annihilated.

Large numbers of the Dark Eldar race were slaughtered within a few months, their planets were purified, and they were reintegrated into the Empire.

Their weapons and technology were confiscated and uploaded to the Empire's database.

Those benevolent Eldar, such as the resistance led by Evelynn, were allowed to join the Empire's ranks after rigorous screening and verification.

Of course, the premise is that they can pass the God Emperor's faith test a month later. At that time, only the Spirit Race who believe in the God Emperor will have a reason to survive.

As for those who don't believe in the God Emperor... Daredevil, die!

“Your loyalty will be rewarded, and betrayal will cost you your lives.” Guilliman stood before Evelynn, his tone firm and unwavering.

Evelynn knelt on one knee and presented the "Old Woman's Blade".

"We are willing to serve the human empire and fight for the God Emperor." Her voice was clear and firm.

Guilliman took the legendary weapon and examined it closely. Although he had awakened, the power contained within the weapon still astonished him.

“You will become part of the Empire, but you must abide by our rules and order,” Guilliman said.

Evelyn nodded in agreement; she knew that joining was the only option in the face of this powerful empire.

Subsequently, these Eldar warriors underwent genetic modification and equipment upgrades by Ge Xiaolun, becoming a special auxiliary force.

Their psionic talents and sensitivity to the warp make them play a vital role in reconnaissance and early warning.

Another strange thing is that during the period when the empire was making great efforts to reclaim lost territory, the forces of chaos were unusually quiet.

There were no sudden warp rifts, no invasions by demon armies, and even small-scale disturbances were rare.

This unusual calm alerted Yang Yi and the emperor.

"They must be planning something big." Yang Yi stood in Terra's golden throne room, his brows slightly furrowed.

The emperor nodded in agreement, his golden eyes gleaming.

"The four Chaos Gods will not give up easily; they may be gathering their strength for a decisive counterattack."

Even so, Yang Yi and the Emperor were not worried.

"Even if they really come up with some kind of devastating move that could destroy the universe, I can take all the humans who believe in me to another universe in an instant," Yang Yi said confidently.

A faint light shimmered between his fingers. Yang Yi had already been very subtle in his words; since obtaining the Endless Greed Module, he had never had the opportunity to unleash its full power.

Nothing and no lost item could rouse his spirits; in fact, he felt he could carry the entire Warhammer universe with him if he wanted to.

Moreover, even if only humans are taken away, the current human empire possesses unprecedented productivity, and reconstruction is only a matter of time.

This timeframe might even be less than a year.

With today's productivity, creation and destruction seem equally simple.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the Emperor's golden eyes. Since Yang Yi's appearance, the Human Empire had undergone a complete transformation, with its technological level and military strength greatly improved.

Moreover, Yang Yi's own Sword of Universal Domination and Boundless Armor have both undergone a qualitative leap, giving him the confidence to face any threat.

"To be honest, I do hope that those evil gods in the warp can actually pull off something," Yang Yi said, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, "so I can have some fun."

The emperor smiled slightly; he could sense the confidence and expectation in Yang Yi's words.

Meanwhile, the empire's process of recovering lost territory continues to advance steadily, with good news constantly arriving.

Planets in various war zones that were once occupied by alien races have returned to human hands one by one.

Previously powerful alien races, such as the Tyranids, Orks, and some undead, are no match for the Empire's new weapons.

"We have reclaimed thirty percent of the Milky Way's territory," Guilliman reported to Yang Yi and the Emperor, outlining the latest battle situation.

His tone was filled with pride, but even more so with calmness and rationality.

As a Primarch, he never let victory go to his head.

"Progress is faster than expected," the Emperor nodded.

"This is just the beginning." Yang Yi stood up and walked towards the enormous star map.

On the star map, the reconquered areas are marked in gold, while the unreconquered areas are marked in dull gray. Although the gold areas only account for 30%, their expansion rate is astonishing.

"At the current rate, in another year we will have reclaimed seventy percent of the Milky Way's territory," the Emperor said confidently.

Guilliman nodded in agreement, but his rational instincts reminded him: "We need to be wary of the backlash from the forces of chaos."

"Come on, let them come." Yang Yi smiled, his eyes filled with anticipation. "I'm ready."

Around Terra, thousands of war planets float silently, the Empire's most powerful weapons, each capable of easily destroying a star system.

In the far reaches of space, fleets of countless super battleships are traversing various war zones, conveying the Empire's will to every corner of the galaxy.

The revival of the human empire is unstoppable, and a brand new golden age is dawning.

Chapter 128 A Life of Despair After Leaving the Nest

The inhabitants of the Deepholm world live in endless darkness, without hope or future.

This is an abandoned place, seemingly untouched even by the demons of hell.