Eldar Prophecy

"Wait! Yriel, I do not accept your heretical doctrines!"

Among the Aspect Warrior, one Eldar stood up to oppose Yriel's statement.

Judging from their attire, they seem to hold a fairly high position within this Eldar team.

She strongly opposed Yriel's theory that Asuryan was a human reincarnation.

How could Asuryan be human!

This is an extremely blasphemous idea!

The Eldar are, after all, an extremely proud race.

Like a theologian hearing about Darwin's theory of evolution for the first time, she couldn't accept that her most revered god had suddenly turned into a monkey.

"In that case, every member of the Eldar has their own path to follow, and I will not force you to follow."

"But as the Shalander sisters just said, this human flame can break the shackles of the Thirsting Lady and allow our souls to return to the Empyrean."

"Our Craftworld has its own Spirit Stone and Infinity Circuit; we don't need the magic of the Mon- Mon-keigh!"

"But the Spirit Stone cannot protect us forever; it's only a temporary escape route. To get rid of the Thirsting Lady, we..."

Kasgar sat quietly to the side, watching the Eldar's internal disputes.

Well, they've started arguing again.

I can't understand Eldar language anymore.

Aside from the Mon-keigh that suddenly popped out of his mouth.

It's probably just an old problem that's recurring.

Indeed, this is the true, arrogant face of the Eldar.

The way Yriel just now was so normal that it felt a little strange to him.

"Enough!"

"Since you are so determined, Princess Irill, let us each go our own way."

"Keep your pathetic ravings to yourself, exile!"

"Howling Banshees, let's go!"

After a brief exchange, a small group of Aspect Warrior departed aboard one of the Eldar warships.

Many more Eldar, including a large number of crew members and Dreamer capable of Warp navigation, and even several Bone Singer, Yriel Yriel's ranks after hearing that the flames in Kasgar's hands could burn through the shackles of the Thirsting Lady.

"Wait a minute, how come you Eldar are starting to treat this place like your own home?"

"I haven't agreed yet!"

Kasgar watched helplessly as Yriel commanded the pointed-eared creatures to leap from the Eldar's unique Sailing Ship into the Pride of the Emperor.

"Don't look at me. The commander of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet is the Legion Primarch, Fulgrim, not me."

"I highly doubt that she would allow people of your kind to join our Great Crusade."

"That would be difficult."

Yriel smiled as she approached Kasgar.

She gently knelt down in front of Kasgar, grasped his cracked right hand, and placed it on her snow-white chest.

Then she gradually closed her eyes.

"If possible, please remove the filth from the Thirsting Lady of Thirst from my body before I am driven out."

"Eldar, with that posture, if I exert any force, you'll die."

"I understand, but God would not harm His most devout believers."

It's hard to say.

Sigh, you can't hit someone who's smiling.

With a gentle push of his hand, Kasgar caused a golden-red flame to envelop Yriel's entire body for the first time.

Even her soul, protected by this flame, successfully escaped from Slaanesh's web of lust.

Just like the [Death Cult] force ten thousand years later, the souls of the Eldar were connected in a small Infinity Circuit at this moment.

With his hand pressed against Yriel's chest, Kasgar reflected on the gains of these past few days.

Now, not only have they recaptured Byzas, but they have also recruited a large number of highly skilled Eldar mercenaries in the fight against the Orks.

Yriel is not only excellent in close combat, but her naval combat skills are also considered genius among Eldar.

With the Eldar warships she possesses as escorts, as long as she explains her strengths to the preacher, the other party will most likely grant permission for the Third Legion to recruit Eldar mercenaries.

It's all for the Great Crusade!

And it seems that everything is moving in a positive direction—

"Kasgar! Did you miss me? I'm back!"

Fulgrim pushed open the cockpit door with a look of delight.

He was still carrying the head of a freshly slaughtered Orks Warboss.

"Look what souvenirs I brought you—"

She stopped halfway through her sentence.

In particular, he saw Kasgar's hand resting on the chest of the pointed-eared Xenos.

There was even a large group of Xenos and Sons of the Emperor standing around, eagerly waiting.

"Cas-Ga!"

"Wait, this is really a misunderstanding! I can explain!"

"Two Terra!! While I was out fighting Orks and taking down two Terra, you managed to hook up with other women?!"

Wrong.

This one isn't even human; it's a pointed-eared Xenos!

"I am innocent! It was she who insisted that I am God!"

Fulgrim: ".?"

"So that's why they want to stay in our 28th Expeditionary Fleet?"

After hearing the whole story, Fulgrim gave Yriel a cold look.

I disagree.

"First of all, Kasgar is my husband, and also a noble human being."

"No matter how outrageous or how closely your mythology fits him, there are no gods in this world."

"A Young God from the Warp says there are no gods in the world. Interesting."

"This is enough to show your lack of knowledge about the Empyrean."

Yriel showed no fear in the face of Fulgrim's threat.

"God has already shown His potential, and all you are doing is suppressing His awakening."

"Oh? Then tell me, what would constitute 'not curbing'?"

"The path of God... I do not know where it will ultimately lead."

"But what I do know is that He will one day come to understand the truth."

"Forget it, there's no point in trying to reason with you Xenos."

A pathetic bunch of creatures who haven't even grasped the Imperial Truth.

"What do you say, Ms. Pike, the preacher?"

Fulgrim turned to the Chief Orator in the cockpit.

My advice is to accept it.

"But now our flagship is severely damaged and heavily contaminated with Orks Spore."

"We need the help of these Eldar mercenaries, and cooperating with the Xenos can be done temporarily as a matter of urgency."

As the Chief Orator, Ms. Pike reported directly to the Imperium Prime Minister Malcador.

Her words, to some extent, represent the decision of the Terra War Council.

In fact, Fulgrim was not a fanatical human supremacist.

As a diplomat among the Primarch, she could be considered one of the most tolerant of the other Xenos.

But no matter how tolerant you are, you can't be tolerant of guys who are after her husband!

"If you're still worried, please allow me to introduce some advanced tools from our Eldar— "

"Bone-spirit Nanobots".

Are you suffering from Orks raids just like us?

As the saying goes, when you see one Orks on a planet, it means there are thousands of Orks behind him.

Their Spore are spread in the air, making them extremely difficult to eradicate.

But as long as we use the Bone-spirit Nanobots of our great Eldar, we can destroy those damned Orks Spore at the molecular level!

It works very well.

Kasgar led several Eldar operators to the middle deck to clear out the remaining Orks and Spore.

Fulgrim originally intended to refuse the other party.

But there was nothing she could do; Yriel had given her just too much.

The powerful Dreamer put the Imperium's navigators to shame, and the crew of the Voidship Path, with their countless years of experience, were able to keep the [Pride of the Emperor] running even with a shortage of manpower.

Compared to the ancient technologies of the Eldar, the human race's void navigation is still far too rudimentary.

Especially these Bone-spirit Nanobots capable of clearing Orks Spore

Without their assistance, it would be a very long time before the Pride of the Emperor and the 28th Expeditionary Fleet could recover.

In the end, Fulgrim chose to give in to those sharp-eared men who had their eyes on her husband.

She really sacrificed a lot for the Great Crusade.

"Waaaaagh!"

Even though Warboss had been beheaded and the orc warships had been turned into space debris, the Orks' warships were now just space junk.

However, after round after round of elimination matches, the Orks the ship gradually selected a new leader.

Of course, its strength is incomparable to the Warboss we encountered before.

With a single, effortless swing of his sword, Kasgar severed the screaming Orks charging at them in two.

"You guys clean up here first, I'll go check out that room up ahead."

Kasgar gave instructions to the cleaners behind him.

Now, Kasgar's small team is relying on him alone, relentlessly pushing forward and cleaning each cabin of the ship.

The new cabin was pitch black.

It seems the power supply system here was destroyed in the previous battle.

This is normal.

Kasgar held his sword high in front of his chest, constantly alert to his surroundings.

There might be a Stormboy hiding here, just waiting to ambush him.

"Wrong."

Kasgar sensed a faint sound coming from the darkness.

That's not Orks.

"Who's there!?"

He stood there and shouted, but the only response he received was the sudden slamming of the hatch behind him.

Grin.

Kasgar pressed the Disintegration Field on his sword.

The fact that they were able to isolate him without him even noticing suggests that the other party is no ordinary individual.

But who is he?

How did they manage to sneak in so quietly?

The lights came on.

Inside the empty spare cabin, a hooded, pointed-eared creature appeared in front of Kasgar.

The Eldar.

The other person was wearing a dark blue hood, and their face was covered by an oval glass crystal, making it impossible to see their features.

He held a staff with black and white stripes, and several slender Eldar masks were tied around his waist.

"The Veil Walker".

It seemed to be a woman's voice as she introduced herself.

"A clown, is that it?"

"Kasgar asked."

The other person nodded slightly.

The Harlequin Troupe, another major Riddler force within the Eldar.

His ability is telling riddles, his hobby is telling riddles, and his way of making an appearance is telling riddles.

There wasn't a single day without telling riddles.

But none of this mattered to Kasgar.

He had read the script, so he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

What do you want with me?

"To show the way for the Young God."

"Point out the way forward? Ha, Aeldari Farseer, if you had already seen the way forward, why have you still ended up in this predicament?"

"Tragedies repeat themselves endlessly. Those who come after us will view the present as we view the past."

"Alright. So, Prophet, what revelation have you brought me?"

Click.

The response from Kasgar was not a gesture, but a brief sound of a power switch being turned off.

"What kind of trick is this? The Veil Walker?"

In the pitch-black darkness, Kasgar focused his mind on sensing the people and objects around him.

Like shouts and gunfire coming from afar, it gradually pulled him into a brand new world.

Amidst the ruins, countless Space Marine are locked in fierce combat, their swords clashing against each other.

Former comrades-in-arms have become enemies, and former ideals have vanished.

Endless missiles and artillery fire fell like shooting stars across the sky, raining down on the area surrounding Kasgar.

"Keep holding on!"

Kasgar heard the familiar shouts of the Sons of the Emperor all around him.

Whether it was Adrol, Lucius, or Tavitz, they all stood on the same side as Kasgar, relying on their once-solid Defensive Fortifications to struggle against the enemy's oversaturation attacks.

"Damn it! Why did they betray us!"

Behind them, the last group of Lunar Wolves cried out in despair amidst the endless barrage of artillery fire.

With such overwhelming firepower, defeat was inevitable.

And the true master of the artillery fire that could blast them all into ruins gradually emerged from the earthen mound built from the ruins not far away, amidst the surging dust and smoke.

Their figures were revealed.

"It's you."

Iron Hands, Philus.

Boom!

At that very moment, the enemy's cannons behind their backpacks fired at Kasgar.

Everything returned to nothingness.

"Three and ten are reflections of each other, and self-loathing and narcissism are intertwined."

"If one sinks, the other will float."

"Don't interfere."

"Do not take any action."

"The Horus Great Rebellion was the best possible outcome."

The lights in the empty room came back on, and the Eldar who called himself the Veil Walker had vanished from the spot.

Only these few words continued to echo in mid-air.

"Call."

The hatch behind Kasgar opened, and it seemed that someone was waiting anxiously outside.

"Commander Kasgar! Are you in any trouble?"

"No. Is there something you need?"

"Yes, we received a communication from the Astropath of the Iron Hands Fleet."

"The Legion Primarch, Lady Philus Manus, is preparing to intervene in the war in the Gardinar System and has come to inform Chief Commander Kasgar to participate."

"Alright, I'll set off as soon as I've finished dealing with the matter of the Pride of the Emperor."

"So tired."

After a busy day, Master Ka finally managed to remove all the Eldar souls on the spaceship from Slaanesh's perception.

After some coordination, these Corsairs were thus placed into the Expeditionary Fleet 28.

Although he doesn't have the ability to directly reconnect Eldar souls to the matrix like the Grim Reaper, under Kasgar's construction, their soul perception has been linked to a small [local area network].

Even after death, they will not be taken away by Slaanesh, but will wait to be reborn in this local area network.

For the Eldar, this was enough to make them never call humans "Mon-keigh" for thirteen lifetimes.

"Finally, I can take a break."

Soon I will also be participating in the Gardinar Campaign, the Iron Hands, so I really have no free time at all.

Kasgar recalled the prophecies of the Aeldari Farseer.

It wasn't the Veil Walker we just encountered.

They were the very first Craftworld Aeldari.

[The avatar of Asuryan will be attacked here by the Thirsting Lady.]

If left unchecked, the consequences will be severe.

What kind of garbage prophecy is this?

How could he possibly be—

Just then, Fulgrim approached him with a vengeful smile.

"Kasgar?"

It seems she was also a Thirsting Lady.

A thirsty lady.

"Croak!"

"Yriel, save my teeth!!!"

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

In the distance, inside an Escort undergoing Spore disinfection.

"Kasgar?"

Seemingly receiving some kind of signal, Yriel looked up at the flagship floating in the void, the Pride of the Emperor.

"It's probably just my imagination."

She lowered her head again and continued with the task at hand.

The Eldar's prophecies always come at the most unexpected times.

It has been achieved.

Due to the need to speed up the plot, the Gardinar Campaign was brought forward slightly.

If the timeline doesn't match the original work

This indicates that it is part of a plan. (Strategist)