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"Damn it, why is their Knight Mech so flexible? Emperor, it can even roll to avoid our plasma."

A human knight mecha pilot was cursing angrily. His chainsword was about to kill the hateful alien mecha, but the opponent actually jumped up from the ground again and continued his gorgeous dance-like evasive movements.

This is a knight mecha that is more than ten meters high. It is impossible for such a huge war vehicle to be as free and flexible as the human body, but the Eldar have shown humans what flexibility is.

The nimble Phantom Knight shuttled between the human knight mechas, and from time to time used the solar cannons equipped in his hands to pierce the cockpits of human knights.

The boiling psychic energy penetrated the steel protection and blasted the human pilot into pieces.

In just a few minutes, three of the human knight mechas had been killed, while the enemy's Nether Knight remained unharmed.

"The human knight mechas are too clumsy. They are just sitting ducks in front of our Eldar's Nether Knights."

"The two pilots of the Nether Knight must be twins, one alive and one dead. The psychic link between them can read each other's distance, thoughts and emotions. The Nether Knight contains the soul of the dead, and the surviving twin can fully exert the power of the Nether Knight."

Ilic Nightspear, covered in wounds, appeared in the Eldar camp, while another Eldar on the [Healing] path was healing him.

"But the difference in numbers is too great. We can't completely wipe them out. Let the Savage Eldar prepare to evacuate. The Webway is still in our hands. We can evacuate through it at any time."

The ranger who managed to survive the human bombing had no time to feel sorry for the psychic amulet he had lost. It was a creation inherited from the heyday of the Eldar Empire, and the psychic shield it created was enough to withstand Titan-level firepower attacks.

Just like humans, the elves who have been passed down to the present day have basically lost the ability to make that kind of psychic amulets, so in a sense, this kind of thing will only be used less and less.

Beside him, the howling banshee who had been rescued took off her banshee mask, revealing an extremely delicate face and pointed ears. Her face still showed the lingering fear of escaping death, but she could only answer helplessly.

"Those wild spirits are unwilling to leave with us. They are stubborn and want to guard their world soul to the death, but this will only lead to death."

Ilic fell silent. He hoped that these relatives could learn to adapt, but this was obviously not an easy thing to do.

"I will go find Chief Karen and persuade him to leave with us. We already have few people in our tribe and we cannot afford to bury any more dead people."

Nightspear grabbed his Voidbringer spear and prepared to set out to find the leader of the Savage Eldar.

Their fight here was meaningless. Every Eldar death was a loss, but what about the humans? The number of those upright apes that had not yet shed their hair was even greater than that of the Orks.

But just as he was about to leave, a psychic light lit up beside him, and Uslan, the prophet of the Usvi Ark who had come uninvited but disappeared, came to him first.

"Well, do you believe what I say now? If you choose to fight humans here, only death will await you."

"Believe me, humans also have deadly cards hidden and have not revealed them. Once they choose to attack indiscriminately, I will not be able to protect you."

Uslan, holding a staff, continued to persuade, and Ilik, who faced the reality, seriously considered Uslan's suggestion.

Although he disliked this prophet very much, Uslan had stolen crystals from other Ark World prophets and forcibly took away some people he liked, but in the current environment they did need more help.

"Do you have any ideas? Lord Prophet, we need the guidance of prophecy."

Uslan revealed a mysterious smile; this was the moment he had been waiting for.

As a member of the Eldar, Uslan knew that the other party would not listen to his advice unless they hit a wall. Only bloodshed and sacrifice could calm the arrogant minds of the Eldar.

"You have already formed a preconceived idea, Ranger. There is no need for us to fight humans to the death, right?"

"The method is very simple. Humans came for the Black Stone. They don't actually have much ill will towards us Eldar. Let me negotiate with the rulers of humans. I can stop this meaningless war."

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Chapter 265 I'm Here to Negotiate (Please Subscribe)

The words of Prophet Uslan caused all the Eldar present to fall into silence.

They even wondered if there was something wrong with their ears. What was the prophet talking about? Negotiating peace with humans?

"Uslan, is this your solution? Surrender to ignorant and barbaric humans? I am ashamed to be associated with you. You bring shame to the Usvi Ark World!"

The howling banshee immediately scolded. She and other tribe warriors fought desperately with the enemy, and were even almost killed by the insidious bombing of humans just now. If it weren't for Ilic's rescue, she would have entered the soul stone and waited for death.

If we negotiate with humans, then what is the meaning of their death and sacrifice?

Uslan simply looked at these bewildered Eldar, who were blinded by hatred and arrogance.

From the very beginning, they treated humans with great arrogance, believing that it was the stupid and barbaric humans who invaded the homes of the elves.

Arrogance is the nature of the Eldar. In the past, they perished because of this, and even when the shadow of death has faded, they still find it difficult to change this.

The prophet's psychic power sensed the defeat on the front line. Those cobalt blue Ultramarines who filled the mountains and seas pushed down the Eldar's defenses as always. They were extremely calm and composed, exactly like their genetic father.

Fighting the Ultramarines is a terrifying experience, as these enemies seem to know everything and can handle any situation that arises.

It's like an answer sheet. Some specialized legions can get full marks, while the Ultramarines can only get 80 points. However, as the number of answer sheets increases, the score given by the Ultramarines on each paper is still 80 points.

The Ultramarines are the most balanced and versatile Legion of the Astartes.

In fact, there is no fundamental conflict between humans and the Eldar. The Eldar Empire was destroyed long ago, and the remaining Eldar are so rare that they can only survive in the Ark, the Webway, and the Savage World. The two sides have no territorial disputes at all.

"Admit it, my compatriots. The Eldar have declined. The Warp God born from the corpse of the Spirit Empire has imposed an endless curse on us. Humans are not our enemies. They are entangled in Chaos like us. We can be allies."

"They only want Black Stone. This young race has discovered the Black Stone's ability to control the Warp. The Black Stone veins scattered across Pandora are of little use to us."

"Perhaps in our heyday we could still use Black Stone to build the Vaal Amulet, but what about now? Our numbers are so small that it is difficult to use Black Stone on a large scale. Our industrial system and knowledge heritage have long been in tatters."

The ranger suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. These were indeed the facts, but the prophet Uslan had no intention of saving face for the elves, and instead revealed all the naked realities.

This made their sensitive self-esteem feel uncomfortable, after all, knowing the facts and admitting the facts are two different things.

Couldn't he embellish it a little bit and express it in an artistic language acceptable to the Eldar?

Many Eldar are still immersed in the glory of the past. It is more painful to make them admit that the current galactic overlord has changed than to kill them.

"What about the Soul of the World? Do you mean to abandon our Barbarian Elf cousins?" Ye Mao asked back.

The ranger's attitude was vague. He did not directly express support or opposition, but threw the question back to Uslan.

"The world soul is not unmovable. As long as we pay a certain price, we can strip the world soul from Pandora. The Milky Way is so big that there are still many ownerless galaxies that can survive. Why must we fight to the death with humans on this planet?"

The Ranger and the Howling Banshee fell silent.

"But the Savage Elf Clan..." They wanted to argue further but were ruthlessly interrupted by Uslan.

"That's enough. You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself. Do you really care about the Savage Eldar so much? Or can you be determined to seek more power from the Alaitoc Ark to fight humans to the death?"

"You are here to save the Savage Spirits, not to die with them. If he is really stubborn, even if they can be saved this time, what about the next time? Will you still have to sacrifice your own interests?"

"The truly stubborn ones cannot be saved. Only the fittest will survive."

Every word of Uslan's question was piercing to the heart. Just as he said, the relationship between the Barbarian Eldar and the Ark Eldar was indeed very good, but this relationship was far from reaching the point where they could trust each other with life and death.

After all, there are different differences even within the Ark Eldar. Different Ark worlds adhere to different rules, and some are even unwilling to contact other Arks.

Not to mention the Savage Eldar, whose paths are very different from those of the Ark Eldar. At best, they are just a community of interests formed after the decline of the Eldar.

Erik Nightspear and his companions did come to help their cousins ​​in the beginning, but after fighting with humans and suffering certain casualties, their starting point changed, and they began to gradually shift towards maintaining the dignity of the Eldar and showing their presence to humans.

They fought bravely, trying their best to kill more humans.

All they want to do is to prove that even if the Eldar are weakened, they are not something that today's humans can provoke.

"Perhaps you are right, Prophet." The ranger was silent for a while and said, "Then do as you say. I may have acted impulsively. This is a mistake."

"Everyone, I know that every Eldar has different ideas, but there is one thing we need to reach a consensus on: the Warp and Chaos are the common enemies of all of us in the cosmic life. The Supreme Heaven has gradually gained the upper hand in the battle with the real universe. This is a continuation of the War in Heaven 60 million years ago."

Uslan looked around, and even the hostility in the eyes of the unruly howling banshee had disappeared.

With the intelligence of the elves, they easily understood the point that Uslan wanted to express. If they put aside their prejudices against humans and thought rationally, they would understand that the prophet was right.

But they don't know whether those humans who have great hatred for aliens will agree to this negotiation.

Humans, who were severely betrayed by the aliens during that era of strife, no longer believe in the aliens' kindness.

"That's my job, Ranger. Let your followers withdraw. And those Aspect Warriors, the blood of the Eldar warriors can't be wasted anymore."

Eric bowed his head and felt regretful at this moment. Perhaps he should have listened to the prophet's advice when he first visited him instead of stubbornly fighting against humans.

People only learn their lessons after they hit a wall, and the elves had to admit that they were no match for humans after they hit a wall.

At this moment, the elves who were fighting on the battlefield received the signal to retreat. Although he was still confused in his heart, he obeyed the orders from his superiors.

The tribe warriors covered the evacuation of their group, especially those Savage Eldar. The two Nether Knights released all their firepower to attract the attention of those knight mechas.

"The enemy is retreating."

Commander Hill remained vigilant. The Eldar were an exceptionally tough enemy. They were cunning and adept at using deceptive tactics. Any complacency would lead to failure.

The Eldar fighters that were fighting the White Scars in the sky also evacuated one after another. Both sides suffered single-digit damage. The fallen fighters hit the ground of Pandora under the action of gravity, and thick smoke billowed. Hill had already sent pharmacists to rescue them.

Because of the rash evacuation, the White Scars even seized the opportunity to shoot down several of the Eldar fighters with their heavy laser cannons. This made Hill even more confused. If this was a trap, the price the Eldar would pay was too high.

suddenly.

Suddenly, on the quiet battlefield, a hazy and ethereal rhythm was heard, like the beautiful singing of the legendary Siren.

The psychic alarm was beeping, and the Extreme Marines only felt their minds calm down, and the desire to kill in their hearts decreased a lot.

"This is a psychic presence that covers the entire battlefield. I don't sense any malice in it."

Think tank director Troy reported to Hill.

He and his think tank troops were at the forefront fighting against the various strange methods of the Eldar, so as to prevent the Ultramarines from suffering too many casualties due to the enemy's psychic attacks.

"Something's coming."

The display screen of the tactical helmet lit up red, and the auspicious instrument detected an Eldar walking out of the dense forest.

The other party held a mysterious staff in his left hand. The Trojan Think Tank could feel a powerful psychic force from it. That force was far above his own, even surpassing any human psychic he had ever seen.

This forced them to be on high alert. Even though there was only one person on the other side, if a psychic of this level suddenly attacked, it would definitely be a devastating disaster.

"There is no need to be nervous son of Guilliman. I am here to negotiate."

The Eldar seemed to know who was the commander of this Ultramarines force. He looked at Hill and nodded slightly in salute.

The red-helmeted warrior was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand what these elves were doing. Just now they were fighting each other desperately, and now they sent a powerful psychic to claim that they wanted to negotiate.

Chapter 266 The Prophet's Good Will

If it weren't for the constant telepathic communication from the Tello Librarian, warning him of the almost explosive psychic power of the Eldar in front of him, Hill would have simply blown his head off with his bolter.

After all, this kind of thing is too bizarre. The two sides are still in a state of war. Hill even just chopped off the head of an Eldar tribe warrior with his electromagnetic sword.

The blood on the sword had not yet dried, and at this time an Eldar came to negotiate. This sounded more like some kind of Eldar conspiracy.