Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

This is certainly not because they finally felt the "sense of déjà vu" from the Federation Dragon and developed a sense of awe towards the Creator. After all, they had long forgotten the Ancient Saints.

All credit for the War in Heaven is attributed to the Eldar themselves in mythological poetry, and their creation is attributed to the gods.

Moreover, the oldest group of elves now are too far away from the era of the Ancient Saints. They have not just seamlessly switched from the War in Heaven to the current undead.

The key is the power displayed by the Federation.

If the Federation could fight the Necron Dynasty to this point, if they could still stand firm under the violent attacks of the most powerful Necron Dynasty, then how could a small raiding force of the Eldar achieve their goals in the face of such a behemoth?

In the hidden waterway, behind the deep psychic camouflage barrier, the Eldar soldiers talked, feared, and doubted.

Their faith began to waver, and they began to question whether their entire race would face a destruction even more brutal than that of the Undead Dynasty if the Federation discovered them.

But just as these wavering thoughts were spreading among the Eldar, the Warlords and Prophets stepped forward.

The commanders of these ancient empires, the warriors, who embarked on the path of command after completing several military paths, have a will like steel, cold and firm.

At a military meeting of the many Asulani relatives, they solemnly declared: "The arrow is on the string, and we have no way to retreat."

No one could retreat, no one could question. They already knew the risks and the costs, but they had no choice.

If they abandon their plans and evacuate the Federation, their race will ultimately be doomed to destruction; if they stop out of fear, the future of the Eldar will never come.

They could only move on and trust in the prophet's predictions.

Must succeed, cannot fail.

……

Fear was forcibly suppressed, those who were too hesitant and weak were eliminated, and the Eldar army adjusted its formation in silence and continued to advance.

Their fleet moved like ghosts in the shadows of the battlefield, advancing low in the raging fire of battle, avoiding all detection and avoiding all possible exposure tracks.

They are waiting for the opportunity, waiting for that critical moment.

The space defense system built by the Federation's unlimited industrial power is extremely terrifying. It covers every corner of the galaxy and has the most advanced detection arrays, reality stabilization systems, psychic sensors, automatic combat networks, and even anomalies in the flow of time are within the monitoring range.

Any hostile target, even the slightest change in cosmic dust, will be accurately locked. But even so, it is impossible to be absolutely invulnerable.

Using rapid maneuvering and cloaking arrays, the Eldar fleets forced their way through weak points in the Confederacy's space defenses at opportune moments. Like shadows, they moved through the cracks in the galaxy, weaving through the distortions of space with minimal disturbance.

They avoided most of the patrol ships and the fortresses in the main battle zone. In some areas, they even found some disturbing anomalies, that is, the fleet of the Federation headquarters star field was so rare.

The Eldar warriors were shocked by this phenomenon, but also excited. Their goal was not to fight head-on, but to complete the mission silently. Now that the Federation headquarters' star defense fleet seemed to have disappeared, this was their opportunity to advance.

Perhaps this is their destiny, some hidden power is quietly promoting their plans.

From the moment they set foot on the Federation's territory, the Eldar prophets repeatedly emphasized that "the time has come."

Their prophecies have never really come true. Over the past ten thousand years, they have repeatedly tried to peek into the future through the mists of time, but they often go off track, and their civilization has fallen into trouble. Every time a prophecy is fulfilled, it creates one hell of a joke after another, such as the tragic end of the Eldar world who attempted to assassinate the Red Sand Gladiator.

However, this time, their prophecy seemed to have finally come true! A glorious future lay before us.

The Federation's defense was looser than they had expected, and perhaps the intensity of the war was more intense than they had anticipated. The Federation mobilized all its troops to the front line, and their march was smoother than they had assumed. Everything seemed to be moving in the direction they hoped.

The flame of hope lay ahead, the future beckoning them, and the Eldar soldiers began to believe they were on the verge of success. They advanced at top speed, like meteors streaking through the dark universe, carrying with them countless years of obsession and longing, as they rushed towards the heart of the Federation.

In the distance, the artillery fire of the Wrathful Moon Colossus was still roaring, and the Burning God's Fire was still burning the fleet of the Undead Dynasty, but in the shadows outside the battlefield, the Eldar were quietly approaching their target.

They dared not look at the scene because they could not think of the consequences of those weapons pointed at them. They did not want to look back, they could not look back.

Their future will soon be revealed by fate.

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Chapter 146: Space Middenheim.

In the long river of the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the Eldar were once one of the most glorious existences, but now they are just a shadow in the starry sea, a ghost that is about to disappear.

Their prophets had foretold a sacred site ablaze with divine fire that would mark a turning point in their race's destiny. If they could seize this flame of hope, perhaps the Eldar could regain their power, perhaps even reverse their decline and raise their fallen gods. Now, they had finally found it.

Through a long stealth and breaking through the defense line, they left the reacting federal fleet behind and then advanced at full speed.

The Eldar fleet has finally arrived near a temple orbital world of the Federation, the newly born White Wolf City. After many days of marching, the Eldar prophet finally saw the prophesied target through psychic perception.

……

Inside the temple of this planet, where the creatures of the Federation create their own mechanical gods, the divine fire of spiritual machinery burns fiercely. That flame is the crystallization of the combination of extraordinary technology and psychic wisdom. It is reflected in the temple, like another eternal sun.

The energy he released was fierce and powerful, with unparalleled force, intimidating any psychic entity that attempted to commit evil deeds in the Federation's territory.

But the Eldar soldiers were not afraid. Although their souls had been sold to the devil, they were still alive. Through the holographic projection of the bridge, they looked at the blazing flames, felt their heartbeats quicken, their blood surged under their armor, and seemed to hear the whispers of their ancient gods in their ears.

They don't have much time left, everyone must take action and take away the flame of hope before the Federation reacts.

As long as one can obtain the spark of this divine power and gather it into the pantheon of the Eldar, on the corpses of many gods, it is possible to resurrect the fallen Eldar gods.

……

However, when the Eldar fleet crossed the Federation border and went deep into the star field of White Wolf City, they discovered a strange fluctuation in time and space.

In a nearby nebula, a wormhole flickered ominously. It appeared and disappeared, emitting distorted energy fluctuations, as if whispering some kind of warning.

Some Eldar war wizards felt something strange in their consciousness. Their psychic perception told them that this wormhole was unusual. Its tides spoke of a danger and echoed some impending crisis.

But the Eldar legions were engulfed in the ecstasy of victory. They ignored the wizards' concerns and focused all their attention on the goal ahead.

They believed that this was the guidance of fate and they had no reason to stop. The divine fire was so close and retreating would be shameful.

They did not realize that the moment they ignored the wormhole warning, the fate of the universe quietly changed its trajectory.

……

A space battle soon broke out, and the Eldar fleet broke through the White Wolf City's orbital defenses, but it was not an easy victory.

The Federation's defense system is not a simple metal fortress, but a series of space fortresses that combine psychic matrix, Leviathan biological transformation and advanced artificial intelligence.

After the Great Fall, the Eldar's entire industrial system was almost lost. Now they have almost no normal offensive capabilities, and all of their heavy weapons are almost all legacy from their ancestors.

However, the amount of inheritance was so huge that it was enough for them to squander several times. Many branches of the Eldar invested heavily this time. A large number of soul stones were used as the core of the underworld equipment, and the three branches of Ark, Pirates and Dark Eldar all contributed a large number of fleets.

Taking down the Federation's fortresses would be extremely difficult and would incur heavy losses. However, the Eldar had no turning back; they didn't want to consider casualties, only to achieve their goal.

So after exhausting almost all of its naval resources, the Holy Flame Expeditionary Force relied on the advantage of fleet size and extreme tactical maneuvers to finally destroy the Federation's orbital defense network, opening a bloody path for the landing of ground troops.

On the chaotic battlefield, Eldar landing craft, blazing, hurtled towards the White Wolf City's atmosphere. Their hulls were damaged, their shields precarious, but they didn't care. Their goal wasn't to capture the planet or annihilate its inhabitants, but to storm the temple and seize the divine fire!

Their landing capsule fell like a meteor, lighting the sky on fire.

……

The situation seems to be favorable for them. Because of the influence of the fanatic effect, the Federation usually does not place too many people in these temple orbital stations. Otherwise, the temporary armed Minutemen alone would be enough for the Eldar to suffer.

Despite this, the small number of local defense forces, genetic warriors and normal civilian militias are still a huge danger. After all, these militias can also use modular Mcv systems and integrated armed prostheses to create handheld disintegration cannons.

So when faced with the Federal Minutemen surrounding them, the Eldar prophets began their unique "negotiation method".

The Eldar prophet wore a shimmering psionic robe and held a staff. His voice, resonating through the psionic energy, echoed in the minds of every Federation soldier, carrying an uncomfortable elegance and arrogance.

"Listen up, lesser creatures! Your hearts may never have been prepared for such a noble truth, but today, you must listen. We, the Eldar, are the oldest and most glorious race in the universe."

"Our civilization grasped the mysteries of the stars while yours was still crawling in the mud. Your so-called 'technology' is but a child's toy; your 'faith' is but a crude imitation of our former glory. The 'divine fire' you guard is a fragment of cosmic truth, and you cannot even comprehend its significance."

"It belongs to us, just as the stars belong to the night sky. Only in our hands can it fulfill its true purpose, which is to bring about the end of Chaos and a new galactic golden age."

"If the peace and tolerance you claim to possess are truly valuable, and not just a deception of your own like the Tau, you must recognize the importance of compromise, for this is the destiny of the galaxy."

The representative of the One Minute People of the Federation could no longer bear it: "You use all sorts of flowery words to cover up the filthy, vicious nature of your heart! Even if I told you the principles of a true man, you wouldn't understand! Go quickly, before our patience runs out."

He raised his weapon to fire, but was hit by a Dark Eldar warrior with their poison weapon that could cause a lot of pain. Even though the residents of the Federation generally accepted genetic modification and had extremely strong nerves, they still cried out in pain when faced with such weapons.

"Slave owners! We've changed our minds now. None of you can leave!"

Seeing the iconic weapon of the slave-owning species, many dragonborn instantly went into rage mode and the battle was about to break out.

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Chapter 147: No one can make me angry this time! (And I have to take a day off tomorrow)

Although the Minute Men were equally powerful, the Eldar had a rare numerical advantage in the battle, and those Dark Eldar troops were divided to fight against the Federation militia, or used as targets of taunting to attract firepower.

The Ark Eldar's main force faced off against the genetic warriors guarding the White Wolf Temple.

Among the ringing temples of White Wolf City, beacons burned and war songs resounded.

This was the most brutal battle between the Eldar and the Federation. The Eldar used all their wisdom and courage to try to seize the spiritual fire, while the Federation genetic warriors used their flesh and blood and steel-burning souls to build an insurmountable line of defense. They vowed to defend the temple to the death and would not allow the enemy to desecrate it.

It was a bloody battle worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Burning Galaxy.

The Eldar had never seen such a terrifying enemy. Their flame troops called themselves Fire Dragon Warriors, but compared with real dragons, they were fireflies and the bright moon.

They originally thought that these gene warriors were just mortal elites created by genetic engineering. They might be powerful, but the power of their transformation was nothing compared to the psychic powers and skills of the Eldar. After all, the Space Marines created by the Emperor of Mankind could not gain any advantage when fighting against the Eldar.

However, after the actual battle, the Eldar realized that these dragon gene warriors could not be called mortals at all. Every inch of their flesh and blood, every nerve, and every organ was born for war.

The roars on the battlefield became thunderous cries of slaughter! The roar of the Dragonborn gene warriors was no simple war cry, but a devastating weapon. Their vocal cords had been extremely strengthened, fused with dragon breath organs, spirit-based nerves, and extreme sound wave generating cavities. This allowed their roar to transform into a devastating storm, shattering the air and ripping the earth apart!

The Eldar warriors were originally clad in equally elaborate armor, relying on psychic barriers to withstand conventional attacks. However, when the gene warriors roared, their shields instantly shattered, and even those with the strongest armor were shattered into pieces by the Dragonborn's roar, turning into shattered debris, not to mention those wearing light armor.

The Great Prophet could see a brave warrior being shattered into pieces by the roar of the Dragonborn leader. He urgently retrieved the warrior's soul to prevent her from dying of hunger because the soul stone she carried with her was also shattered.

Ordinary Federation soldiers might need to obtain weapons, ammunition, and armor from Mcv from time to time, but Dragonborn gene warriors did not. Their fully integrated combat prostheses were weapons in themselves. Each person had built-in energy blades, plasma launchers, and focused fission energy cannons. The firepower level of these prosthetic integrated weapons, when fully deployed, could even surpass the most advanced combat suits of the Tau Empire.

When they launched their attack, there were no blind spots on the battlefield. Their firepower coverage was like a natural disaster. No matter how the Eldar changed their formation, they could not find any flaws.

……

The Eldar used to excel at stealth and guerrilla warfare, with their rangers able to transform into shadows and attack the enemy from the flank, but they soon found that their mobile tactics were thwarted.

The Dragonborn genewarriors' dimensional vision allows them to see the psychic fluctuations of the Eldar when they use their cloaking fields.

Their perfect spherical eyes and vibration perception eliminate blind spots. They don't even need to turn their heads to accurately lock onto any invisible or wandering enemy.

Before those arrogant Eldar rangers could launch a surprise attack, their heads were blown off by the dragon-red roar of the dragon warriors and they fell in a pool of blood.

The Eldar had to change their tactics, abandoning their long-mastered stealth tactics, and reorganizing their large-scale charge, using a frontal offensive with the heaviest casualties to engage in a life-and-death battle with the Dragonborn gene warriors.

……

However, dragon-born gene warriors are not without weaknesses.

Although their psychic powers are far superior to those of mortals, they are still slightly inferior to the war wizards and prophets of the Eldar. Their psychic attacks are relatively simple, and their main spells are only elemental creation, combat intuition, biological self-healing and psychic shield protection.

However, the Eldar war wizards are elite sorcerers who have practiced for at least a thousand years. They are proficient in telekinesis, curses and blessings, wizard fire launches, soul storms and other advanced combat psychic spells, and have a great advantage in the psychic level.

But when the Eldar wizards tried to use mind control to influence the gene warriors and make them kill each other to relieve the pressure on the Eldar army, they found that it was completely futile.

The spiritual will of the Dragonborn gene warriors has been carved, their minds anchored by genetically modified thoughts, and their passion for defending people and civilization is unshakable. Their will is like steel, and any mind control spell is ineffective against them.

The Eldar finally realized that they could not defeat these people with deception and trickery.

……

As the battle situation continued to intensify, the Eldar army, with the support of orbital bombardment and Titan-class underworld units, was still being held back by the genetic warriors and their deployed MCVS, and even showed signs of being pushed back!

The prophets of the Eldar finally made a decision to awaken the lost god of war through a blood sacrifice of the young king.

An ancient ritual unfolds deep within the battlefield, with the chosen victims chanting loudly, burning their lives to summon the god who once slaughtered the Eldar people and fought for them until they were shattered on the day of their fall.

Kane, the Bloody Hand.

Then, at that moment, a scarlet storm erupted from the altar of the Eldar, the violent and bloody psychic energy tore the sky apart, and the fragment of the god of war that was a hundred meters tall descended on the battlefield!

The destruction began.

Kane's body, forged of lava and brass, was indestructible. When his sword fell, the earth cracked, trenches shattered, and entire rows of defenses were razed to the ground.

As he swung his sword, the genetic warriors' armor was cut open and their flesh was torn apart. These iron-like warriors, who could hold their ground even under the full-force attack of the Eldar, began to fall one after another.

But even so, they still did not retreat. The dragonborn gene warriors faced the god of war without a trace of fear. They drew their swords and sang songs, and rushed towards the Eldar god of war without hesitation.

Although their individual strength could not match that of the God of War, their will and numbers were enough to counter the terrifying pressure of the god! They filled the gaps in the battle line with their bodies, exchanged their lives for others, and with fearless bravery, they withstood Kane's advance.

But this gave the Eldar a great opportunity!

……

Under Kane's offensive, the Federation's defense line inevitably began to deform. The Phoenix Lord of the Eldar took this opportunity to lead the last elite troops, broke through the weak point of the genetic warriors' defense line, and rushed into the temple of the White Wolf God.

Victory was within reach! The divine fire was before his eyes, and the Phoenix Lord was filled with ecstasy. He reached out to touch the divine flame, and perhaps the long torment would be over...

But at this moment, an earth-shaking roar came from afar, and a huge battle axe tore through the air like thunder, whistling from the side, with destructive power, splitting the Phoenix Lord in half in an instant!

The Phoenix Lord's body fell to the ground with a loud bang. This was not a serious problem, but the breastplate that housed the Phoenix Lord's soul was also cut into two pieces, and the Phoenix Lord's soul was also seriously damaged.