I'm a magnetic field madman

The first concern for the powerful figures surrounding the Eternal Court that rules the entire empire is not governing the country well, but stabilizing their rulers.

Playing the clown has become a major event for an empire; sometimes I really don't know if this can be considered a ridiculous mockery of the Eldar.

But overall, it's not a bad thing.

Although their rulers are capricious, they are much easier to please than the corrupt Phoenix Kings of the past, since they only need to please two people.

And just this alone is enough to prevent the highest authority from giving inappropriate orders, which is a perfect demonstration of maximizing efficiency!

"Your Majesty, is there any wish you require us to fulfill?"

Two beautiful maids knelt before Bai Qianshuang, asking in a trembling voice...

At the same time, more delicate and supple arms caressed Bai Qianshuang's skin, trying to arouse his desire, but Bai Qianshuang just looked at them and slightly touched his chin.

To be fair, the fun Bai Qianshuang has had during this period is something he could hardly have imagined when he was the Sea Tiger Martial God.

These Eldar really know how to play the game; with the enhancement of their psychic power...

He created a series of extravagant and luxurious pleasures for Bai Qianshuang that could only exist in her fantasy.

Those methods of pleasure stimulated happiness to a degree far exceeding what the highest echelons of the human empire could enjoy, and Bai Qianshuang was indeed addicted to them—but some emptiness could not be filled by "pleasure".

What is true enjoyment for the strong?

Money? Women? Delicious food? Power? Or some other decadent pleasure?

These spirit races must have been able to offer more and better options... but in the end, none of them could provide Bai Qianshuang with the maximum... stimulation.

"You seem to be hiding something from me?" Bai Qian Shuang grabbed a maid's head, looking at the image of a beautiful girl from a virtual film in her memory, shaped by psychic energy, and smiled amusedly...

“I sense your loyalty, but even loyal people can conceal things without lying. Now, don’t make me ask again.”

"The delegation from the Empire of Man has arrived in Ulthuan," the maid whispered.

"Ha, I knew it!" Bai Qian Shuang grinned, then directly shook off the maids...

"Lezi, aren't you coming yet?!"

Immediately, he streaked across the sky like a white meteor piercing the universe.

124. Diplomatic welcoming ceremony

The immense Radiance of Makuragh cleaved the azure waters of the Sea of ​​Avalon, and as they arrived in Ulthuan, an invisible psychic light guided their way.

In this world, which is completely different in size and visual effect, it is impossible to reach the correct realm without the guidance of psionic light. Going to the wrong place will only result in being swallowed by the vortex and thrown into the unprotected warp.

"Can this psychic light penetrate the Geller Force?"

Having left the throne room, Guilliman, along with his brothers and a large contingent of honor guards, arrived at the front of the bridge. He glanced at the unresponsive Geller Force counter and said in a deep voice…

"Because this is not a harmful light from the highest heavens, but merely a guiding light emanating from the Emerald Tower."

Beside Guilliman, Evelyn, acting as ambassador and guide, smiled and explained.

"Essentially, your Geller Field technology is just an inefficient subspace isolation field. It's not unbreakable, and now you've even lost the principles behind its creation, haven't you?"

Guilliman remained silent, but Evelyn was right; the invention of the Geller position was still a technical black box.

The essence of the Geller position is a powerful, invisible force field of subatomic particles composed of unknowns, emitted by specially manufactured technology on the ship's hull.

Essentially, it creates a bubble-like force field in the real spacetime surrounding the spaceship...

It uses its subspace driver to penetrate the non-material layer between the material universe and subspace.

Since non-material primordial entities cannot break through their boundaries to enter the material universe... unless under very special circumstances, beings native to the subspace will be excluded from the boundaries of the Geller force field.

So what exactly is this powerful, invisible, subatomic particle composed of positions?

Nobody knows, not even a very few in the Cult of Mechanics—those tech enthusiasts have long been charlatans, and the manufacture of the Geller position, along with many other technologies of the Empire, has long been something they can manufacture, but they don't understand the principles behind it at all.

Ultimately, one of the most dire and terrible problems facing the Empire today is the severe lack of basic technology.

To give an example, it's like you could actually build an aircraft carrier...

However, your country's overall basic mathematics and physics disciplines are still stuck in the 18th century...

This is why some people believe that the Titans have a more promising future than the human empire—after all, their basic science is a well-developed field.

Guilliman was silently contemplating the potential threat posed by the Eldar...

The Eldar had never before displayed such a technique for easily penetrating Geller's position, or rather, had never done so blatantly.

This poses a significant threat to the future Imperial Navy...

As they pondered, they had already followed the guiding light through the azure sea and arrived at the entrance to Ulthuan.

Standing before them was an enormous, emerald-green lighthouse...

The emerald green psionic light emanating from above guided numerous ships that pierced through the twilight sky into the city of the net-like tunnels.

In addition, there are thousands of towers that are slightly smaller than the Emerald Lighthouse... but they are all equipped with various terrifying weapons that radiate psionic light.

This is Ulthuan's first line of defense, even with the Emerald Beacon shut down...

Those thousands upon thousands of psionic weapons will draw upon the most chaotic winds in this place closest to the warp, to inflict unimaginable and devastating damage on the invaders.

Passing through this epic defensive fortress, the Radiance of Maklag finally entered the true interior of Ulthuan.

The towering Phoenix Gate stands here, and amidst the dazzling phoenix fire clinging to its gates, the navigator grants passage to the Radiance of Macragge. The terrifying, inextinguishable fire then dissipates, allowing human ships to sail in.

But that's not the main point. The main point is the dozens of elven deity sculptures standing behind the Phoenix Gate.

Each of these colossal stone sculptures stands majestically in the Sea of ​​Avalon, their actual height almost unimaginable. And the appearances of these deities are modeled after the pantheon of the former Eldar Empire.

The appearance of each elf god is meticulously depicted—

The one who wore the black and white double-sided scepter, whose entire body was wrapped in a burning feather cloak, and who held the scepter, was the greatest Phoenix Lord, the Immortal, the Creator God, God-King Asuyan.

The one holding a longbow, clad in a hunting outfit of emerald green leaves, displaying the imposing figure that once shot down stars and dragons, is the hunting god, Kunos.

Dressed in a pristine white gown, shrouded in mist, and holding the Holy Grail, is Lilith, the goddess of maidens.

The terrifying, eerie, and hunched figure is the old goddess Modra.

There are many more: Val, the god of craftsmen; Hel, the goddess of the Valkyries; Hoth, the god of wisdom...

In addition, there are many sculptures that are difficult to identify as incarnations of other deities.

Even though these sculptures are newly created, they still convey a sense of history... the history and culture accumulated by the Eldar Empire over sixty million years.

Of course, they are not worthy of respect at all.

Perhaps in the period shortly after the War of Heaven, when the gods still communicated with Ida, Ida genuinely revered the gods.

But later on, faith and culture were long replaced by their insatiable desire for pleasure.

Guilliman's gaze swept over all the statues, but only lingered on three of them.

Jena, the god of death; Isa, the goddess of motherhood; and Kane, the god of war.

Unlike the other lifeless statues that looked merely like ornate and solemn sculptures, only these three gave Guilliman the illusion that they were alive...

The more sensitive one's psionic talent, the more one can sense the truth behind the sculpture. Guilliman wasn't as talented as his brother in this regard... but even with his Primarch's basic abilities, he still found the sculpture strange.

Before Guilliman could even speak, Evelynn had already answered...

“Because only those three deities are currently ‘alive’,” Evelyn said calmly.

“Mother Isa, the dead Jena, and Bloodhand Kane, our Eldar’s pantheon now has only three gods remaining—they are like your emperors, the only thing our Eldar can rely on to stand in this cold universe.”

Guilliman frowned. He disliked Evelynn's constant talk about the Emperor being a god, but clearly, someone else was more agitated than Guilliman—

"Watch your words, alien!!"

A state bishop, dressed in magnificent robes, charged forward angrily, brandishing his golden scepter. His devotion to his faith even outweighed his respect for the Primarch, and he shrieked furiously at Evelynn…

"Your weak and pathetic false god is not worthy to be compared with the great God-Emperor! The God-Emperor's light has illuminated the galaxy for ten thousand years, while your god is merely a faint firefly, a false idol—"

Evelyn wasn't angry; instead, she looked at the bishop with amusement, as if he were a monkey.

Guilliman covered his face speechlessly. Without him even gesturing, Sicarius beside him quickly dragged the bishop away.

"What he said is actually true. Your father was indeed a 'god' who was far more 'radiant' than any of the existing deities of our Spirit Race."

Evelyn unfolded her iron fan to hide her smiling face and gave Guilliman a playful look.

"The dead are yet to be born, Isha is trapped, her bloodied hands are broken, perhaps compared to them, that cold sun is closer to the four in the highest heavens..."

"I don't want to talk about religion here."

Guilliman forcefully interrupted Evelynn's sarcastic remarks—this wasn't the first time; this woman Ada had made sarcastic remarks about the Emperor's attitude in front of him before!

"Running away solves nothing." Evelyn left with those words, and said no more...

After passing through the Phoenix Gate, the Radiance of Macragge soon arrived at its destination.

As the enormous spaceship drifted across the sea in an incredible way, a magnificent and massive port lay before them.

A large number of Eldar warships, whose designs are reminiscent of sailboats, drift along the seashore of the harbor. At first glance, you might feel as if you are in a fantastical medieval world.

"A retro enthusiast."

Chagatai, who had remained silent until now, gave a cold laugh, and said meaningfully...

"They only know how to obsess over showing off their so-called cultural pursuits and so-called retro civilizations simply because they have no future to pursue."

Although he hadn't seen much along the way, in Chagatai's eyes...

He could still clearly sense the Adalin people's fervent longing for the past history of their empire.

But as he said, only a civilization that cannot sense any future and is constantly regressing would be so fanatical in its pursuit of so-called history and its attempt to embellish its unbearable past.

However, this statement is fine when mocking the Eldar, and it seems there's nothing wrong with mocking humans either...

The cold dock was now open, and Guilliman was fully prepared. He injected himself with a panacea to suppress the pain and led the Space Marines out of the ship.

Regardless of how many people here harbor hatred and disgust towards the alien...

But the men Guilliman selected wouldn't be the kind of guys who would go crazy and start shooting at the sight of an alien.

Moreover, no matter how much they disliked the aliens, they had to behave themselves—because this was an order from the Emperor, the first formal alliance between humanity and an alien race since the 30K.

The Eldar race has made ample preparations to welcome this alliance.

On both sides of the towering harbor, to welcome Guilliman, countless flying, gorgeous little angel-like creatures, along with various alien beings such as the Tau and Eldar, held up magnificent musical instruments and played a song for them.

“Ceddin,deden,neslin,baban

HepkahramanTürkmilleti.

Ordularin, pekcokzaman, vermistilerdünyayasan…”

The music was very beautiful and had a distinct Terran flavor... As for the meaning, although it felt very close to Low Gothic, something was clearly wrong.

Moreover, the Dark Eldar leading the song seemed to be filled with malice in his lyrics—Guilliman's face darkened; he was certain that it was indeed filled with malice…

Even disregarding the music, just look at the alien races around them! From the Tau to the Kruds, to the rare Pisces to the Hruds, they are all alien races that have a grudge against humans!

Oh no, I should say there seem to be very few aliens in the galaxy that live in peace with humans.

All the aliens that appear here have been actively attacked by the Empire.

The Space Marines next to Guilliman were on the verge of going berserk, and it was fortunate that Xenomorph experts like the Death Guard weren't around... otherwise, they probably would have gone berserk upon seeing this.

In fact, Guilliman was also nearing the limit of his forced patience, and his expression was far from pleasant. Angron, on the other hand, was already sharpening his knives, just waiting for Guilliman to give the word before launching his attack!

But Guilliman held back, because the Eldar's probing was indeed on the border—the aliens appearing here were not the vicious alien race that treated humans like cattle, like Lady Clara... but were all intelligent aliens who had once tried to communicate with humans...

From a certain perspective, it's even more malicious.

"This wasn't our plan; it was the work of our restless compatriots," Evelyn said with a hint of helplessness and annoyance, but after a pause, she continued...

"However, the alien races that have appeared here are now vassal races of the empire. We have reached a simple cooperation, or rather, a relationship of mutual support..."

"Wow, if I didn't know what kind of people you pointy-eared creatures are, I would have thought you were really open-minded and enlightened."

Angron glared at the Eldar with ill intent, or rather, with murderous intent, clenching his fists...

He's right. Although the Eldar aren't as bloodthirsty as the human empires across the entire galaxy... it's only because the Eldar have been corrupted for far too long.

In the past, when the Eldar Empire rose to power, it slaughtered far more alien races than humans. Even a certain special race of "space Jews" said that... even if they were to do business with the Alien Inquisition, they would not sell anything to the Eldar.

"Damn it, Guilliman, these pointy-eared guys are provoking us like this, how can we tolerate it? We're taking them down right now!!"

Angron wasn't joking. The moment Guilliman opened his mouth, Angron would immediately attack those pointy-eared creatures—after all, he truly hated the Eldar, he hated them terribly!