The Emperor's Offshore Currency

That was before the Great Fall occurred, when K'Shek was just a Phoenix Priest of the Aeldari Empire.

Prayer, as always, was performed in this dilapidated Asuryan Temple.

Kosek has lost count of how many times this has happened.

The eternal lifespan granted by Isha, God of Life, had long ago freed every Eldar from the shackles of death, thus—

This allowed him to sit idly in the temple day after day.

Priest Ko'shek thought with a hint of complaint.

He still remembered when he first came to the temple.

This place is teeming with people, and the Eldar comes to worship in an endless stream.

The Eldar were grateful to their Father of the Gods for establishing an eternal and immortal kingdom for them, free from all darkness and allowing every Eldar to live freely.

But gradually, fewer and fewer Eldar came.

After possessing the entire galaxy and enjoying the feeling of being the galactic overlord and doing whatever one pleases.

No one will respect these ridiculous guys anymore, restrain their desires, or abide by those beliefs that shouldn't even exist.

Why should we restrain our desires?

"Köshek".

Finally, a familiar figure appeared in the small airship that was closing in at extremely high speed.

Qeine.

He was a young Acolyte priest.

It was in this gradually decaying Asuryan Temple that he was guided by Ko'shek to become the Son of Asuryan.

To be precise, it should be considered "used to be".

It was a time filled with excitement and boundless enthusiasm.

But time is always the most silent killer.

Qeine's passion gradually faded with the passing years.

Within this Webway, a colossal city of bizarre and magnificent spires stood before them, its towering peaks reaching even higher than their own eyes could see.

Unlike the dilapidated, ugly, and poorly maintained Asuryan Temple.

That place is the beautiful core of the Aeldari Empire, an absolute paradise that all Eldar yearn for.

"I want to go to Commorragh."

Qeine said this to K. Shake.

He didn't want to spend his whole life here, in front of an outdated god who would never respond, wasting his precious time.

Qeine had heard that there was almost limitless joy in Commorragh.

There, the Eldar will enjoy sensory experiences far beyond their wildest imaginations.

"You're going to Commorragh too?"

Kosek did not stop him at the time, but sighed and reminded him to be careful on the way, as Commorragh was in chaos and he must stick to his principles.

Qeine was not the first temple Acolyte to do this.

One after another, the Son of Asuryan left the temple and went to Commorragh.

Then, they never came back.

"But I'm different, Ke. I'm not like those guys who throw away their conscience as soon as they enter the city."

Qeine said with extreme smugness, "

"You have no idea how exciting the competitions in that Gladiator Arena are!"

"And those girls who have been [eliminated] by the Sacred Flame of Asuryan! That's truly [eliminated]!"

"It can even eliminate [elimination]!"

Qeine explained this to K. Shake in a vivid and detailed manner.

His words were laced with a boastful expression.

"What a pity, we arrived too late."

"If I had known that staying in the Asuryan Temple was useless, I should have gone to Commorragh a long time ago."

"There are so many good things that I don't have the money to buy, and I'm so envious of them."

"And then what?"

"I asked tentatively," Kosher asked.

He sensed that Qeine seemed to have changed—more impatient, more pragmatic.

It's also more mercenary.

"There was no other way; a poor kid with no money was never welcome anywhere. After entering the Commorragh, I figured I should join a Conspiracy."

"I've joined their group many times, and together we've captured quite a few slaves of other races. Then we sold them to the Haemonculi for a good price. Look, this airship is the new stuff I finally managed to collect!"

"Even the defective items they don't accept can be used for fun. You have no idea how novel the games are in Commorragh!"

"Ke! I really want to take you to try it sometime."

Qeine patted his chair and said with a smile.

But Kosek frowned.

You're going to capture them to be used as slaves for your own pleasure?

"Wouldn't doing this be a bit... inappropriate? What if Asuryan blames us?"

"Harmful!"

The young man seemed to have anticipated what Ko'Shake would say, and with a gesture of exaggerated exaggeration, he waved his hand forward. "You're getting caught up in these trivial details again."

"We, the Eldar, are the greatest race in the world, Ko!"

"Nothing, not even one race can compare to us! We can do whatever we want with these slaves, so what need do we have for Asuyan?"

"Fine! If you don't want to come, then forget it. You can just spend the rest of your life stuck in that wretched Asuryan!"

Seeing that he couldn't reason with him, Qeine gave a disdainful snort and quickly flew away in his airship.

The dilapidated temple was once again left with only him in solitude.

Kosek thought a lot.

"The spirit is no longer what it used to be."

He sighed.

As an elder who had lived in the Aeldari Empire for a long time, he had witnessed many young Eldar who were originally inferior to him, but who, through their excellent skills in murder and betrayal, had made a name for themselves in the Commorragh, amassing great wealth and fame.

In contrast, Ko'Shek has always adhered to his principles as the Son of Asuryan.

It stands in stark contrast to the decadent and dissolute lifestyle of those living in the Commorragh.

But what did he gain from his persistence?

While other Eldar possessed infinite lifespans and ultimate senses, Asuryan, a follower who was clearly the head of all gods, did not receive even the slightest blessing as a result.

Only the precept against indulging in pleasure stood as an insurmountable barrier against him.

You must abide by this, and you cannot violate that.

Each of Son of Asuryan was strictly controlled.

But the Phoenix King in the sculpture sits there forever, never uttering a word.

His lifelike stone statue features a heavy mask, with the Yin-Yang Fish on his chest intertwined and spiraling, representing the perfect balance between anger and skill.

Balance is bullshit.

Kosek wanted to give up entirely.

If Asuryan truly has eyes to see and enough divine power to discern good from evil, why is it that such a steadfast person is always ridiculed, while those who indulge in depravity can have everything they desire?

Whether

Is all of this a lie?

Košek's so-called perseverance is nothing more than stubbornly clinging to a reason that doesn't even exist?

Confused, he asked the statue of Asuryan in front of him a question.

The stone statues never speak.

But the moment he voiced his question, Kosshek had the answer in his heart.

It was an extremely ordinary day, so ordinary that even Kosshek wouldn't remember the exact date.

After that night, the last Asuryan Temple was reduced to ruins.

The remaining priests were slaughtered, and the temple kept the ancient relic that was said to have been passed down from the Phoenix King himself.

Who would care about this kind of thing?

All everyone knows is that a new Conspiracy is about to rise from the ruins of this old, ridiculous temple.

The feeling of having the power of life and death over others is like poison—both sweet and deadly.

Murder is more commonplace in the Aeldari Empire than pure love stories.

Khaine, God of Murder, admires those who have made others' blood soak their arms.

Not to mention the murder that still occurred at the Asuryan Temple.

Everyone's been hoping someone would take care of those old, clueless idiots who don't know how to enjoy life.

In any case, the souls of the dead Eldar will return to the Eldar Webway to await rebirth. For them, death is nothing more than going back to soak in a hot spring for a while.

Seeing this, countless Eldar invited by Qeine are now standing on the ruins to welcome Ko'Shak's successful [Awakening].

They celebrated his abandonment of those ridiculous and pathetic traditions and his joining their endless stream of novel and exciting adventures.

"Now, kick down that stupid masked face and let us see if that god really has the power to retaliate against you!"

The Eldar laughed and urged the still somewhat hesitant Kor'shek to act.

The Asuryan stone statue with the huge mask collapsed suddenly after being gently pushed by Ko'shek—he never expected it to be so light.

That which he had once considered unattainable turned into a pile of shattered stone fragments the moment it collapsed.

What a load of rubbish!

"Ha ha."

Hahahahahahahahaha!

Kosshek, who had been feeling uneasy, burst into laughter at this moment.

Together with his companions from the Aeldari Empire, he freely scribbled on the shattered but still intact fragments of the stone statues.

"Hey, why do you look like this?"

"Deduct one and send Asuryan stone."

"Is Brother 111 really delivering?"

The Eldar were not grateful to Asuryan.

"Qeine."

"You're pretty shrewd, kid. On your first time as a smuggler, you managed to trick our Blade Lotus Conspiracy into getting a big one."

"Once we find that Asuryan artifact, you'll become the little leader of the Kabal."

"Hehe, boss, of course you'll give me a cut. Can you hurry up? I'm even willing to go overtime! If we can't get the potions soon, I really can't stand it—"

"Hey, this artifact thing is still just a pipe dream, why are you in such a hurry? This won't amount to anything. But don't worry, you'll get your share of the profits."

"Yes, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

In the instant he was engulfed by flames, countless images flashed through the mind of Ko'Shak, the Kabal Archon had climbed to the top step by step through his own means.

His eyes were now fixed intently on the center of the room.

After guarding his temple for countless years, a solemn and majestic phantom appeared, triggered by the Asuryan holy relic that he had stolen.

Even though the other party was wearing an incredibly thick mask, the fright that the phantom brought to Ko'Shak was far greater than the actual harm it caused him.

"Ah, Asuryan."

As a former temple priest, he knew exactly what this meant.

Yriel Yriel n't lying!

It's not that she's crazy, it's that the world is crazy!

No, wait, it's that humans inherited Asuryan's divine position, and Asuryan was reincarnated as a human!

In the Empyrean, the long-absent divine position will soon be filled again.

Kosshek's mind went blank at that moment.

He may not be able to count them all, but he knows exactly how many bad things he has done.

When he was alone, these sordid and indulgent sins remained on his head, never to be erased.

He was made to dream constantly that he was about to be judged by Asuryan.

It seemed, but he truly saw a deep look of disappointment projected from behind that enormous golden mask.

Now, the trial has truly begun.

Endless Gold-Red Flame filled the room in the next instant.

Before they could even process whether Ko'Shake's repentance was intentional or unintentional, in the next instant, everything that had ever existed in this world—Ko'Shake, his Talos Pain Engine, his Flesh-shaping abominations, and his Nightmare Daemon —was instantly reduced to absolute ashes.

Not just this room.

Like an explosion, the Gold-Red Flame spread at an ever-increasing speed until they swept across every corner of the filthy Dark Eldar warship.

May all the suffering souls in the rooms, and those who are accomplices to the wicked, be completely liberated.

The sea of fire lasted only a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the surging Dark Eldar army inside the ship was wiped out.

The orange crystal relic fragment transformed into a thin stream of light and merged into Kasgar's hand.

"This is."

There's no use in trying to be stubborn now.

The phantom was Asuryan, Kasgar could see it clearly.

Although he had been constantly reminded of this by Yriel these past few days, and given the extraordinary nature of Iriel's Gold-Red Flame, he had long been mentally prepared for this outcome.

But in reality, it's not that easy to accept!

How could this be Asuryan?

Kasgar is clearly a soul that transmigrated from a human body, so how could he possibly be—

Etc.

A thought suddenly occurred to Kasgar.

Could it be that this old bastard Asuryan has also started conscripting soldiers like the Emperor?

Kasgar could almost see the Mud Truck driver who had brought him to the Warhammer World countless years ago.

It has pointed ears.

666, and offshore currencies as well.

Kasgar thought to himself that he was caught in the middle, neither side being a good person nor a bad one.

However, the sea of fire and the phantom that appeared earlier did not originate from his own methods.

The flames and phantoms that appeared out of nowhere in mid-air seemed to have their own will and were not under Kasgar's control.

In comparison, it is more likely that a small portion of Asuryan's spirit remained in the sacred object, using Kasgar's methods to cleanse the sect.

In fact, according to Kasgar's opinion, it was far too easy to let these Dark Eldar die so easily.

But no matter what, you can't give your soul to Slaanesh; that's pure aid to the enemy.

In the end, all we can do is burn it.

[Hello! Please respond if you hear me!]

[Kasgar! What happened over there? I sensed a powerful burst of psionic Psychic Power, and then all communications were cut off. They've only just been restored!]

[Kor'Shak's flagship suddenly stopped, and the remaining Dark Eldar scattered like birds. What did you do?]

[I]

Kasgar answered somewhat hesitantly.

After all, this was a result of his slight intervention.

What to do!

Kasgar's mind is in a mess right now.

Now how is he supposed to explain this to the Emperor?

The thought that if Old Man Huang were to find out about this, he would definitely not let him off easily!

Kasgar felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that the Emperor already knows but is simply choosing not to say anything?

Based on this person's previous character traits, it is very likely.

But Kasgar is not in a position to gamble on that.

If you lose the bet, you will surely die.

Now it seems there's only one last option left.

My own secret

It must be defended!

Fortunately, no one will know that he appeared in Asuryan's projection now!

After being scorched by golden-red flames, everything inside the ship was completely erased, leaving nothing behind—

What about the Angel? How are Angel?!

On the other end of the communication device came Yriel's urgent inquiry.

Angel?

Angel.

Angel!!!

Kasgar seems to have overlooked a key figure.

With a look of despair, he slowly turned his head away.

The only other person remaining in the room was half-raising his golden arm armor.

Those beautiful and gentle eyes now looked at him with only shock.

Their eyes met.

She incredulously stretched out a finger in the direction of Kasgar and slowly pointed it at Kasgar.

"Kasgar?"

"Are you the god of the Eldar?"

Children, friends, Primarch, brothers and sisters, Sanguinius's Sister-in-Law, and the Emperor.

Let me reiterate.

I am not a god.

"No, this is a tactic used by the insidious Dark Eldar to sow discord. They deliberately make you believe that I am actually an Eldar god, thus planting the seeds of distrust between us. This tactic is truly despicable, haha, don't you think?"

Kasgar spoke faster and faster.

But judging from Sanguinius's suspicious expression, it seemed that the other party did not believe Kasgar's explanation.

"But he was clearly engulfed by this flame. And the color of the Eldar's divine flame seems to be exactly the same as your flame."

Sanguinius innocently pointed to Kasgar's cracked right hand.

From any perspective, it seems that I have a very close relationship with this Eldar named Asuryan.

Then there's the thought that the Corsairs of the Third Legion all showed their worship for Kasgar, and some Eldar even placed him on a shrine.

Previously, Sanguinius had thought these Eldar were rather abstract, that they would actually worship a human portrait during a sacrificial ceremony.

But if Kasgar is Asuryan, then everything makes sense now!

Guh.

Kasgar was speechless.

The undeniable truth was laid bare before him and Sanguinius.

Now, we have no choice but to use that trick!

"Sanguinius, you should think this through. If I were a god of the Eldar, then no one would be there to help you cure your Black Rage."

Sanguinius's Sister-in-Law, you wouldn't want to see your legion suffer from genetic defects, would you?

After Kasgar finished speaking, the other party indeed fell silent.

Efficient!

So, that's why.

"Angel, I'll ask you one more time—am I human or god?"

"You are human."

Driven by absolute self-interest, the Angel chose to compromise.

"But why are you pretending to be—"

"There's no reason why, I am just a human being."

Kasgar seemed to open up and talkative in that instant:

"How could I possibly know what's going on?"

"I was born on a desolate, dying planet, and I was just living a normal life. Suddenly, a Bean Sprout pops up and tells you that you are actually their god. Who can accept that?"

"It sounds quite similar to my experience."

The Angel offered words of comfort.

Although it was indeed difficult for her to accept the reality that her brother-in-law was actually a god of the Eldar.

However, considering the help Kasgar had given her and her legion these past few days, as well as her assistance in reorganizing the Word Bearers, Sanguinius gradually softened her stance towards Kasgar.

However, this news is just too explosive.

Her brother-in-law was actually a deity of the Eldar Race.

What if the Emperor finds out about this?

How exciting that would be!

I want to see it.

I can only imagine how interesting the Emperor's expression will be when he learns all this.

Sanguinius, the gossip, thought with a hint of malice.

"Please keep this a secret for me, just like you would keep the secret of Black Rage!"

"This is my biggest request!"

". All right."

The Angel sighed helplessly.

After Kasgar seized control of the flagship, the entire naval battle ended in a one-sided affair.

The leaderless Dark Eldar Kabal's fighter squadron scattered in all directions almost instantly after learning Archon the Archon had been killed by Yriel with just two humans.

These guys can use pocket Portal they carry to enter the Webway and return to Commorragh.

In their panic, their fully loaded Slave Ships, including this large Dark Eldar flagship, were left behind.

"This is amazing! This is incredible!"

Arriving quickly inside the warship captured by Kasgar, Yriel had completely lost the pride she once had as Pirate Princess.

After all, this is the flagship of one of the major Conspiracy in Commorragh!

It's nothing like the small warships she stole before!

Even the Asuryan's Flame cleansed the defilement of the Fallen Cousins here.

Only the purest and most functional warship systems remain intact!

It was like a gift left to them by Asuryan.

All Yriel need to do is rearrange the Spirit Web, and it will be ready for use.

Asuryan protect you!

Perhaps Kasgar would have chuckled to Yriel upon hearing this statement before, but now, it seems that such a claim is not entirely unfounded.

"By the way, Yriel, could you investigate what's inside those Slave Ships?"

"If they are human, we have to put them back."

"Okay, notify the Tech Crew to investigate the flagship's trajectory."

Although they were Corsairs, the proud Princess Irill disdained to do things like kidnapping people.

This is

Kasgar looked at the extracted Residual Footage and tried to make sense of them.

It was a Barren Planet Surface, where the Dark Eldar of the Conspiracy were laughing shrilly as they waved their Whips, herding wave after wave of humans onto ships.

If anyone dares to resist, his tragic and painful death will become the most severe lesson for everyone.

The Slave Ships fully loaded, ready to be transported to the Commorragh.

"Xenos scum! Don't even think about harming my people!"

At that very moment, dozens of tall Astartes, clad in green armor, leaped into the battlefield.

That is—

Kasgar recognized their Dragon-scale Cloaks and the Fire Dragon Emblem on their shoulder armor.

Salamanders.