The Decaying Yet Still Powerful Imperium of Man (10,000-Word Mega Chapter-Please Subscribe)

"Precisely because we cannot confirm it, we must maintain contact and communication.

Even if it is a scheme by the Warp Gods, keeping it within our sight is far better than knowing nothing at all.

Besides, the Warp contains more than just the Chaos Gods. There are also unknown entities that even we do not fully understand.

If we have a channel through which we can learn and conduct research, would that not be a good thing?

As for human souls...

If the world where souls reside after death that the other party showed us is real, then compared to the brutal rule imposed on many Imperial planets, death may not be such a bad release for many of the lower-class civilians.

Therefore, I suggest offering several dozen planets as bargaining chips. Even if we ultimately fail, it would be nowhere near enough to cripple the Imperium.

But if we succeed, we can escape our current passive position."

Yvraine stated her position with great decisiveness.

She clearly knew that she was unwelcome here, yet she did not care in the slightest.

Because in Yvraine's eyes, it did not matter whether these ordinary humans loathed her, hated her, or guarded against her.

There was only one person she truly respected and cared about: the Regent seated at the head of the table, the Emperor of Mankind's son—Roboute Guilliman.

From the Eldar's perspective, perhaps that immortal Emperor could barely still count as human, but the Primarchs created through Warp technology and forbidden science had absolutely nothing to do with humanity.

What a joke!

These beings could recover even after their heads had been smashed apart. With no protection whatsoever, they could enter the freezing void of space, remain unscathed under the terrifying heat and pressure within a star, casually use Psionics to