Alliance Sealed! (Three-Thousand-Word Chapter)

The Aeldari's greatest advantage lies in the "Webway" left behind by the Old Ones!

In short, the "Webway" is like a miraculous engineering feat that circumvents the risks of the Warp and spans every corner of the galaxy!

As long as the "Webway" exists, the Aeldari can instantly reach any location in the Milky Way.

This magnificent project, which can be described as a miracle, could not possibly have been built by the Aeldari. Its true creators were the Old Ones of the distant past.

Unfortunately, after the brutal "War in Heaven," the Old Ones were ultimately defeated and wiped out by the combined forces of the Necron, the C'tan, and the Enslaver. The miraculous "Webway" was naturally inherited by the Eldar, the "Firstborn." Even so, the Aeldari could not fully comprehend the principles of this mysterious Warp Webway.

In other words, the Aeldari only possessed the right to use the Webway, but did not know the principles behind this miraculous engineering feat.

However, this did not prevent the Aeldari from developing rapidly through the Webway, until the entire race completely went astray, and in endless Pleasure, they brewed "Slaanesh" in the Warp.

The Samhan Ark Eldar also possessed the Webway, and it was through this marvelous engineering feat that they were able to quickly travel from the Ark World to Alert Star.

The assassination was completed; the target was confirmed dead.

War-seer Reroll looked back at the menacing Stormtrooper around him and immediately became more vigilant.

In the eyes of the Imperium of Man, having eliminated the heretics, it's time for the Xenos to be dealt with!

The atmosphere became tense, and the two sides, who had been cooperating just a moment ago, seemed poised to draw their swords and fight at the slightest disagreement.

Such a situation is actually quite normal in the Warhammer Universe. The Imperium never hides its hostility towards the Xenos, and from top to bottom, they basically adhere to the idea that if they can kill you, they will never negotiate, and even if they can negotiate, they will find an opportunity to kill you later.

The two groups stared at each other, but neither dared to make the first move.

On the Aeldari side, due to the prophecy of the prophet, they try to exercise restraint, especially avoiding provoking conflict.

But the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment, not because of any prophecy, but simply because there were no orders from the communications side, Vennidar was as if he were dead.

Seeing that the human troops hadn't moved for a long time, the War-seer Reroll gradually realized what was happening.

If not now, when?

"Withdraw!"

At Reroll's command, the Aeldari flying vehicles were summoned.

Several Aeldari warriors boarded the flat-bottomed airship, and then, openly and honestly, under the watchful Lion Regiment, they transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

"Major, are we just going to stand by and watch them leave?" the Stormtrooper's adjutant asked, frustrated. "There's still time to stop those damned Xenos!"

"Stop them? What can you use to stop them? Who dares to stop them?"

The commander of the Storm's leader spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared through gritted teeth, "Did you eat Ogryn's brain? Our orders were to cease the attack! Who will bear the consequences of attacking without new orders?!"

He had three questions on his face, leaving the adjutant next to him completely bewildered.

"Don't you understand yet?" The commander turned to look at the tall building, and sneered, "No order... that's already an order."

He had requested the order to attack ten minutes earlier.

What will the response be? Await new orders; until the orders are given, exercise restraint and refrain from attacking without authorization.

Pooh!

It was clearly that damned nobleman who colluded with the Xenos!

As a Tempestus Scions commander, this was nothing short of a disgrace, but as a soldier, he didn't need to consider the entire regiment; without orders... he couldn't attack!

The adjutant, still seething with resentment, glared hatefully at the departing Aeldari, clenching his fists. "Damn it, you damned Imperium insects!"

Well, it's a pity Alvin can't hear it, otherwise he would probably be a little surprised that he has actually earned the title of "Insect".

Unexpectedly, one day he transformed from a scavenger descending from his Underhive into what others call an Imperium insect. Could this be considered another form of... the dragon-slaying youth becoming the dragon himself?

Meanwhile, War-seer Rorol led the Aeldari warriors and quickly arrived at the agreed-upon evacuation point, Spirit Seer and the remaining assault team members had been waiting for some time.

Kailanaris looked at them, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, then a relieved smile appeared on his face, "Not bad, you have successfully completed this mission and have not disgraced your ancestors!"

In the eyes of the Ark Eldar, ancestors are the most important. Without the protection of their ancestors, their souls would fall into the Palace of Slaanesh and suffer eternal torment!

War-seer Reroll stood with his gun at the ready, and said in a deep voice, "Mission accomplished. Target confirmed dead. All personnel... no casualties!"

"Well done, Reroll."

Kailanaris gripped his staff, opened the "Webway," and said to his people, "Everyone can return to the Ark World now. Reroll... you stay here for now." Although he didn't quite understand, Reroll still carried out the order, sending the remaining assault team members into the "Webway" to return and report to the great prophet, Anvil Ketok.

After the Aeldari warriors had all entered the Webway, Kailanaris suddenly spoke, "My human friend, you may come out now."

Someone?!

Reroll's pupils contracted slightly as he followed the gaze of the Spirit Seer and saw a tall, muscular man, resembling Space Marine, emerge from the shadows.

But with just one glance, Reroll saw through the deception.

The other party... wasn't a living being at all, but an extremely intricately constructed man-made object. No wonder he hadn't sensed any aura just now.

Moreover, it doesn't wear Power Armor or have Black Carapace implanted, so the scope of biomodification is extremely low. It's the kind of thing that looks interesting at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it's just so-so. It's barely passable as an "ornamental toy."

It's not entirely their fault; the Aeldari have high standards.

After all, he was the Firstborn of Old Ones. Even though he has fallen from grace, the technological level he has lost is something that the Imperium can't even come close to.

As War-seer, Reroll frowned slightly and quietly tightened his grip on the power spear. If he detected any abnormality in the opponent, he would immediately sever its head!

"Honorable Spirit Seer, Lord Kailanaris, my master... Alvin Valshius, extends his sincerest gratitude to you." Arno expressed his goodwill with standard etiquette.

"I am glad that even within the human Imperium, there are people who can distinguish right from wrong. Your master's decision today is enough to become a wedge that will influence the future fate of both races!"

The Spirit Seer Kailanaris nodded in agreement. If it weren't for that young man, their entire assault team would have been wiped out by those madmen!

After all, no matter how strong the Aeldari's fighting power is, it can't withstand a large number of people!

Kailanaris was also very grateful that a large-scale conflict between the two sides could be avoided. He was glad that the Imperium had someone reasonable in mind; otherwise, if things had really escalated, he wouldn't know how to explain himself!

After the pleasantries were over, it was time to get down to business.

"Your master sent you to find us; surely it's not just a simple thank you?"

Kailanaris was incredibly astute and had long since discerned the other party's ulterior motives. However, based on their mutual understanding, he was willing to listen to what the young human had to say.

Arno stated meticulously, "My master, Mr. Alvin, on behalf of the Valshius Merchant Dynasty, wishes to forge a sincere and equal friendship with the Samhan Ark Eldar!"

War-seer Rorol chuckled, a hint of disdain in his eyes. They were willing to negotiate peacefully with humans, but only if... those of high status.

What exactly was the Merchant Dynasty?

The Spirit Seer Kailanaris smiled slightly, maintaining the most basic courtesy. "Please convey to your master that we will remember his kindness."

This statement is tantamount to a veiled rejection.

However, Arno seemed to have been prepared. He took out a parchment scroll, carefully placed it aside, and said calmly without any change in his gaze, "My master said to give this parchment scroll to your prophet, Lord Anvil Ketok, and he will know what to choose."

The Spirit Seer Kailanaris frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the parchment scroll. "May I see its contents?"

"Please do as you please, Lord Kailanaris."

Arno paused for half a second, then said meaningfully, "But my master said that the contents of this parchment can only be viewed by the Prophet, besides you... otherwise, he will not bear any consequences."

It's getting weirder and weirder...

Unsure of what to do, Kailanaris flicked his finger and snatched the parchment into his palm. Cautiously, he avoided Reroll's gaze and quietly opened the parchment.

It contained only a few lines of text.

But these few lines of text caused the Spirit Seer Kailanaris, to show an expression of utter horror, to the point that his hand holding the parchment trembled violently.

He couldn't help but gasp, forcing himself to keep his heart from pounding, and shouted sharply, "Your master... is what he said true?!"

Arno shook his head expressionlessly. "I'm sorry, Lord Kailanaris, I don't know what my master wrote in the parchment, but my master... never lies."

War-seer Rorol, standing to the side, was intrigued. What could be written on the parchment that could shock the Spirit Seer so much?

Kailanaris's expression was extremely solemn. He carefully hid the parchment scroll close to his body, then changed his tone from before. "Please tell your master for me that I must report this matter to the Prophet. I look forward to... the day when I can forge a friendship with Lord Alvin, and I sincerely hope that the glory of Samhan will forever accompany the name of Valshius!"

Then, before Reroll could ask any questions, Kailanaris hurriedly, as if something extremely urgent had happened, and dragged him into the Webway!

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