The Savior: Hey, hey, hey, is Qiu Ya there, Qiu Ya

Hm?

The Craftworld Eldar had always been proud.

They believed they were the branch that had truly inherited the Imperium's legacy.

Before that great Fall arrived, this branch had taken the initiative to pilot their trade craftworlds to the edge of the Galaxy to avoid the disaster.

Their craftworlds carried their homeland's artworks, industrial technology, even its environments and ecosystems, local species, and so on.

The Craftworld Eldar had preserved almost all the culture and property they deemed worth preserving.

Even their personnel were elites chosen through strict selection.

They had not indulged their desires like other Eldar, but had become more disciplined, keeping those desires under control.

All of this gave the Craftworld Eldar a sense of honor all their own.

In their eyes, among the Eldar branches scattered across the Galaxy, the Craftworld Eldar lived with the most dignity.

As for the Eldar Corsairs of Commorragh, they basically sat at the very bottom of the contempt chain.

They willingly fell into depravity, indulging themselves, raiding, neglecting the skills of their ancestors, and obsessing over fleshcraft.

Their souls had also become pitifully fragile, forcing them to survive by tormenting their own souls and those of others to draw soul power. It was utterly tragic.

They were more like the minions of Chaos.

The Commorragh Kin have changed. They're no longer obsessed with flesh and torment. Their bodies and souls are so strong...

Fahimel looked at those Black-armored Warriors and thought this.

The Black-armored Warriors had neither warped flesh nor filthy, greedy souls.

As a whole, they were even cleaner than the Craftworld Eldar, without the scent of corruption.

They also possessed higher artistic taste, as well as excellent weapons and equipment.

They were more like the ancestors of the Craftworld Eldar.

By contrast, the Children of Alaitoc were so