Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

He was silent for a long time, the soul wine in his hand had long lost its temperature. His servant knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at him, fearing that he would face his master's wrath in the next moment.

However, Victor did not get angry. He just said in a low voice: "Write back and ask the messenger of death what she wants."

Countless Dark Eldar weapons and even warriors will be delivered to the residents of the Craft World as a result of this communication.

They will devote themselves to a cause that may bring glory and greatness, or simply lead to their own death.

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Chapter 138: The Fire Thief's Holy War.

Victor's rare generosity made the coalition composed of Eldar from Iyanden, Bjetan, and other different craft worlds and pirate groups feel very gratified.

Although this guy has a bad character, as the owner of most of the heritage of the ancient Eldar Empire, the coalition formed by other Eldars really needs the weapons he provides. As for the ambitious groups who were exiled to do this hard work, they can also be considered good cannon fodder.

Many kin have been called upon for today's gathering, not just the Dark Eldar. The Messengers of Death remain aloof and uncommitted, yet they do their part. The Harlequins have completely ignored the summons, remaining oblivious to the cause.

Although there are many opponents, those who support it still gather enough strength.

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Now, before the Webway Gate, a deep vortex surges in the Rift Plane, like the pulse of the universe, beating for the journey that this Eldar army is about to embark on.

Fleets from numerous craftworlds prepared to set sail. The psychic radiance of Iyanden shone brightly in the darkness, as if they were still trying to maintain their remaining glory. The ships of Bjetan were sharp and deadly, full of the ruthlessness of avengers. The smaller craftworlds and the exiled pirate groups were a chaotic motley crew of desperate men, but they all shared a common goal.

The Eldar are often proud, conceited, and difficult to unite. Their history is one of endless infighting, arrogant isolation, and tragic defeat. It is a rare sight that they can gather together now.

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All this is thanks to the new prophecy about the great treasure in the East and the possibility of the Eldar being reborn. They must seize the sacred fire according to the prophecy at all costs.

The dreams of the prophets, and the craft worlds willing to pay for their dreams, weave this huge army together and give them a common mission.

Of course, not everyone in this army harbors lofty ideals. Many exiles, desperate men, and ambitious individuals are drawn into this war, unconcerned with the so-called dream of revival, but merely seeking greater prey and more glorious spoils.

But the prophets of the Eldar did not care about this, because they needed these warriors. Even if they only used money to temporarily buy their swords and knives, their blood could pave a road to a bright future.

After all these efforts, this team of Fire Thieves who are pursuing the great prophecy of the Holy War seems to have won the battle.

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The formation of the Fire Stealer Crusade originated from a scene that suddenly appeared repeatedly in the dreams of the Eldar prophets at a certain point in time.

The fire is burning in the east of the world. The blazing light not only dispels the darkness, but also brings the dead back to the world.

Over the years, the birth and fulfillment of countless prophecies full of disasters have proved that the final fate of the Eldar seems to be doomed. Although there are still many warriors fighting bloody battles and many wilderness worlds are giving birth to the descendants of the Wild Eldar, this is just a dying struggle before the final fall.

Many great prophets have realized that their history has ended and the era of the Asurani is coming to an end. What they should pursue is to mobilize the last of their strength, defeat their dark enemy, and try their best to redeem the souls of their ancestors.

But in recent times, many prophets have dreamed of a different outcome. They have seen a blazing sacred fire, a flame ignited in the east of the world. It is no ordinary fire, but the light of regeneration, bringing a new dawn to the children of Asuryan who bear it.

As the Prophets gazed upon the burning flames, a vision unfolded before them: the gods who perished in the Fall of the Eldar would return from the shadows of death.

In the flames, the great father god Asuryan slowly awakened, his gaze piercing the starry sky, gazing at his offspring; the craftsman god Vaul raised his hammer again in his hands, forging a new world in the depths of the universe; and the god of war Cain stood up from the ashes, gripping the blood-stained blade, ready to launch the final revenge on Chaos.

They will all be reborn in the ignited divine fire, ushering in a new era for the Eldar.

A hopeful dream, unlike Enid's prophecy of death, was discovered. This time, the future of the Eldar was not one of inevitable demise, but rather one of a great resurgence.

The prophets believed that if they could find these many burning sacred fires, they could restore the glory of their ancestors and save the heroic spirits of those who had passed away.

In order to confirm the authenticity of this illusion, the few Eldar prophets who could still feel Isha's presence sought answers from their main god as to whether this dream could come true, and received a definite answer.

The Goddess of Life asked them to go to the East to find new life. She had already laid roots there, and that world might accept the life she brought because of that one chance encounter.

The seers interpreted it as a great battle to capture the Spark of God, or at least that's what they thought their goddess saw.

So they did. The prophets, seeing new prophecies and visions, connected with those Craftworlds that still sought to restore the ancient glory of the Eldar and bring new hope to their endangered people, and prepared to embark on a great expedition.

Nothing can stop them.

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Today, the warriors of the Eldar will travel to the land of Nod, east of the Garden of Eden, to find the rekindled great flame, use it to rebuild the collapsed temple, let the gods return from the light, and bring about the revival of the Eldar.

Then they will seek revenge on Chaos, and especially the Prince of Darkness.

They will definitely be able to do it.

With this great vision in mind, the many Arkkin, both living and dead, gathered together to fight for the salvation of their species. This army included living warriors as well as countless heroic souls resting in the Infinite Circuit.

Those great warriors who had fallen also responded to the call of the prophets. Their consciousnesses were still enduring the cold within the spirit stones, but now, for this holy war, they were willing to return to reality, even if it was only for a brief moment.

Nothing could stop them, even if it meant breaking through all obstacles and sacrificing everything they had, they would never turn back. The descendants of Asuryan knew that this war would not be easy, and might even be doomed to failure.

Even if they have to walk through scorched earth and crush the corpses of countless enemies, even if it means sacrificing everything, they will never stop. For the Eldar, this war is not just about revenge, but a struggle that will determine their future.

They were on the verge of extinction, their race was doomed, and this expedition was their last hope. In this madness of hope and despair, the Eldar stepped into the Webway.

Their fleet spread out in the void, heading towards the mysterious East. They wanted to take back what they wanted from those giant reptilian creatures.

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Unseen by the Eldar, the Lord of all change, the Master of the Crystal Labyrinth, delighted in the Eldar's folly as a forerunner of kingship, not because of anything he had done, but because of nothing he had done.

The Lord of Change was not going to change the result, as he was also very busy, and what the Eldar did could just bring him insights, so there was no reason to stop these races that possessed amazing wisdom.

They are a good group of chess pieces.

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Chapter 139: Driving the tiger to devour the wolf.

A new storm sweeps across the galaxy, bringing endless destruction and strife.

The Necrons, an ancient race that claims to be the victor of the War in Heaven, have begun to awaken after tens of millions of years of hibernation. Every Necron dynasty that has awakened from its slumber threatens the organic civilization in the galaxy with its powerful technology and cold-blooded attitude.

The one we are about to discuss is one of the most dangerous of all Necron dynasties. The Sotek Dynasty, a once-glorious Necron dynasty, has awakened from the stars after a long slumber, igniting its ambition to restore the glory of the Empire.

Storm King Imotekh, an immortal strategist and great tactician, ruled the Sotek Dynasty with cold and precise calculations. After he awakened and quelled the civil war in Mandala, making many undead overlords with different aspirations submit to him, he gained the undisputed title of Emperor.

He is not just an ordinary overlord, but one of the greatest military geniuses in the entire Undead race. Known as the "Storm King", he vows to let the steel torrent of Sotek sweep across the galaxy and make all alien species that dare to resist the Undead Empire tremble under his thunderous offensive.

In fact, he showed an extreme arrogance about his military genius and liked to spare the lives of his opponents so that they could be used as a mouthpiece to show off his martial arts to the enemy. The terrible thing is that this practice did not cause him any losses.

Under his guidance, countless dormant tomb worlds awakened, and the Undead Legion rose from the earth like a tide, stepping into the vast cosmic battlefield. Their goal was clear and unambiguous: to destroy all enemies who occupied their former territory and restore the glory of Sotek to the galaxy.

However, not all enemies are willing to sit back and wait for death, especially those old enemies who have fought countless bloody battles with the Necromancer Empire - the Space Eldar.

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As the light of the resurgent Sotak dynasty shines across the galaxy, the shadow of the Webway follows.

The Eldar, those ancient races that have survived from the Golden Age of the Empire, are loath to see their former mortal enemies rise again.

They mobilized an unprecedented fleet and warlords in an attempt to stifle the revival of the Sotec Dynasty.

They launched surprise attacks, taking advantage of the Webway to appear where the Undead Legion least expected them, and unleashed a devastating blow on the Sotec Dynasty.

Their attacks were precise and deadly. Several tomb worlds were destroyed in a short period of time, and hundreds of millions of undead warriors who had not yet fully awakened were turned to dust in the flames and plasma rain.

The Eldar's attack was not for any benefit. It was an act of destruction against the Undead Dynasty at all costs. They wanted to completely prevent the reconstruction of the Undead Dynasty.

Imotekh was extremely angry about this. Although the undead race had almost no real emotions, the fluctuations of the Storm King's will still strongly affected the entire dynasty.

He realized that if he did not strike back immediately, the Eldar's attack would only intensify. He summoned his Overlord Generals and ordered them to lead the Sotek's legions in a ruthless revenge against the Eldar.

Numerous Undead vassal dynasties were asked to gather their forces, and Tomb warships assembled in the void. Gloomy green energy fluctuations flowed on the surface of the ships, forming a solemn and cold steel forest.

The Overlord generals gathered, led by Zandrak, to pledge their allegiance to their Hierophant. They did not hesitate, nor would they retreat. As victors of the War in Heaven, they had inflicted heavy casualties on the Star God of Kattan, slain the mortal enemies of the Old Ones, and subdued lesser species. They were the galaxy's most ancient conquerors.

They are the spokesmen of death. They will use the blood and ashes of the Eldar to commemorate their dead compatriots and let the Eldar understand that under the iron hoof of the Undead Dynasty, this declining race cannot escape the fate of destruction.

However, just as Sotek's army was preparing for a full-scale counterattack, the Eldar collapsed as usual, their army could no longer withstand the high-intensity frontal warfare.

Just as the Eldar were fleeing in panic towards the Webway, and the Storm King's overlord generals were preparing to pursue them, even more ominous news came from the southern border.

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To the south of the Sotak Empire, in a land once owned by the Necrons, a new force is slowly spreading. At first, it appears to be merely minor planetary fluctuations, but soon, these anomalies are detected by intelligence networks. The Overlords report that a technologically advanced alien force is quietly infiltrating Sotak's former territory.

In the southern reaches of the star regions once belonging to the Necrons, a strange fleet emerged. Their ships were not those of the Imperials, Orks, or Eldar, and their technology surpassed that of any familiar race in the galaxy.

They advanced at a slow but steady pace, leaving behind a trail of complete infrastructure on each planet they passed, and then clearing out any remaining dormant tomb worlds.

When the information about this fleet was transmitted back to the core area of Sotek, Imotek fell into deep thought.

He thought he knew all the enemies of the galaxy, but the sight before him brought back memories of ancient times, of beings that once ruled the galaxy, of abominations that once rejected the Necrontyr.

Those reptilian creatures, those strange extra-dimensional power fluctuations, those filthy and abominable rat servants, and the technological structures that were completely different from any known civilization in the galaxy...all of this reminded him of the long-extinct Old Saints.

Deep within Imotekh's consciousness, vague images emerged. They had seen these creatures before, or at least something similar. Before their long slumber, the Necrons and the Old Ones had been enemies, and now, from the galactic dust, their shadows emerged again. Who were these alien creatures? Were they descendants of the Old Ones? Or were they followers of the Old Ones? Or were they still alive?

These questions could not wait. The Storm King knew that if these reptilian creatures were truly related to the Old Ones, then they would be the number one obstacle to the revival of the Undead Empire.

He issued an order without hesitation, and the Sotec Dynasty would launch an all-out war against this emerging power.

The Sotek Dynasty's declaration of war quickly spread to every dynasty world, and their target was the force called the Helka Federation by the captives from various galactic countries.

This interstellar alliance gradually emerged during the slumber of the Necronomicon Dynasty, becoming a formidable interstellar power in just two centuries. In the name of progress, they explored the mysteries of the universe and expanded their territory. The unusual speed of these alien creatures' rise and their interest in initiating intelligent beings proves their inevitable connection to the Necrontyr's mortal enemies!

The military state of the Federation never imagined that an ordinary exploration of theirs would arouse the wrath of one of the oldest empires in the galaxy.

The Helka Federation's diplomats were completely bewildered when they received Sotek's war declaration. It wasn't that they thought the Necromancer Dynasty's declaration of war was surprising, but rather that the Necromancer Dynasty had unexpectedly shown some courtesy by issuing a formal declaration of war.

However, when thousands of Undead warships leaped out of the void and poured out deadly Gaussian flames, the many vassals of the Helka Federation realized that the enemy's apparent politeness was backed by strength, and the Federation had been dragged into an inevitable infinite war.

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However, the crisis of the Helka Federation did not end there. When the war was just ignited, a more secretive and ambitious force was sneering in the shadows of the galaxy: the Eldar's Holy Flame Expeditionary Force.

All of this was orchestrated by them, aiming to entangle the old overlords with the rising powers, thereby diverting all enemies from their path. These Eldar prophets hid deep within the Webway, awaiting the full-scale conflict between the Sotek Dynasty and the Helkar Confederation.

They knew this was a golden opportunity, a chance to achieve their ultimate goal. The Storm King's wrath had dragged the Sotek Dynasty into battle, and the Helka Federation's pioneering corps was exhausted. This was the perfect time for them to attack.

While the Sotek Overlords were busy attacking the military colonies of Helka, the Eldar fleet quietly emerged from the Webway and headed straight for the location of the divine spark on the temple planet of the Federation headquarters.

Their goal is clear: they vow to seize control of their destiny in this melee and control the new power foretold by the Goddess of Life in her prophecy.

And their progress was unimpeded. The Federation forces, holed up in numerous fortresses, watched the Eldar army advance straight ahead, and their own troops seemed to have disappeared.

The frontline warriors of the Helka Federation soon realized that they were not only fighting against the Necrons, but also had to face the treacherous conspiracy of the Eldar. They were trapped in the center of the galactic war and faced the danger of being attacked from both sides.

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Chapter 140 Zeng Guofan in Space.

Despite being confused by the Necrons' attack, the Federation never bows to any belligerent enemy.

The Supreme Military Council of the military states under the Federation was convened in an emergency situation as the war spread. Hundreds of generals, tactical experts, field commanders and marshals gathered around the tactical calculation core, their faces solemn.

The galaxy map slowly rotated on the battlefield projector, and the dark green markings spread like a disease, indicating that the power of the Necrons was ruthlessly devouring the Federation's front-line worlds.

The iron hoofs of the troops under the Sotek Dynasty of the Necrons are gradually trampling on their territory, and in order to deal with this enemy, the various military states have to begin to withdraw their forces and then unite to launch joint actions.

This meeting wasn't a political show to vie for control, but a pure war meeting. Every commander knew that the decision at this moment would determine the life and death of tens of billions of citizens.

All participants knew very well that the enemy they faced was one of the most terrifying ancient overlords in the galaxy. Their understanding of the Necrons had been gradually improved through years of intelligence gathering within the galaxy.

These mechanical species, once the overlords of the universe in ancient times, are gradually regaining their strength. They are all true war machines. Facing such a legion, even the slightest tactical mistake could lead to the collapse of the entire front.

A Zelvan military theory expert from the Helka Core World stood up. His body had undergone rigorous genetic optimization and a supercomputing auxiliary module had been implanted in his nerves. Many commanders present knew him.

His voice was calm and rational, without a trace of unnecessary emotion. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered tactical data on the Sotec Dynasty—a name they used in their own declaration of war—through several battlefield encounters. The situation is unfavorable, but this data is invaluable. Now, I will analyze it in detail."

The tactical projector rapidly changed, displaying records of several battles between the Federation's vassal states and the Necromancer Dynasty. From a tactical perspective, the Sotek Dynasty's combat methods demonstrated a high degree of discipline and an extremely advanced tactical level.

Their forces did not advance recklessly like the space-medieval foes the Federation often encountered, but instead coordinated their operations with terrifying precision, their tactics executed to a level of almost mathematical perfection.

The Necromancer's warships' maneuverability and firepower in battle are already formidable, but their resilience is also unimaginable. Even if damaged, they can repair themselves and return to the battlefield in record time. Some high-level Necromancer units can even be tactically reconfigured mid-battle to adapt to changing circumstances.

Even more troubling for the officers present was their tactical adaptability. Unlike those of smaller dynasties, the Sotec Dynasty's tactics were by no means static. Instead, they would rapidly analyze the enemy's tactical thinking during engagements and adjust their strategies accordingly.

In fact, their tactical ability was extremely sophisticated, and we suffered several heavy losses in the wild battles.

In the past few battles, the Federation Fleet had tried to rely on high-speed mobile fleets for harassment tactics, but found that the Undead Fleet was able to quickly build an extremely stable military defense line, making it almost impossible for the Federation's guerrilla warfare to cause effective casualties.

When trying to rely on traditional fortress tactics for a sustained defense, the Undead will immediately mobilize heavy fleets and rely on their advanced Tesla electromagnetic weapons, which are comparable to the Federation's disintegration cannon technology, to forcibly tear through the front line.

The Federation's tentative strategy of luring the enemy was quickly cracked and even exploited by the enemy, resulting in a fleet being surrounded and ultimately suffering heavy losses.

These enemies are experienced in battle, adept at all kinds of strategies and tactics, and possess very modern tactical adaptability.