Aeldari History

The harsh laughter and retching mingled together. The first Snotling to taste the disgusting spores suddenly sprang up from the ground, wisdom gleaming in his eyes as his speech became much clearer.

"I get it! I get it now!" the Snotling shouted, running toward the Gretchin. "We gotta tear apart those bone-racks! We gotta—"

Smack!

The whip lashed viciously across the Snotling's face, snapping his long nose clean off.

Though the spores had granted the Snotling some knowledge, they had not given him the one thing desperately needed to survive in savage Ork society.

A strong body.

"You scrawny little thing! What do you get? I think you've gone mad!" The Gretchin whipped the Snotling until he rolled across the ground. His brutality only escalated as he vented all the rage he had suffered from the Orks onto the Snotling. In the end, the tip of his whip struck the Snotling's fragile neck.

The battered Snotling died, and with him vanished part of the knowledge contained within those spores.

But who cared? Perhaps only the Necrontyr hidden in the cracks of space felt a trace of regret over the Orks' current decline.

"From this point onward, none of the weapons produced by the Orks will be able to shake the foundations of the Milky Way. Our technological advantage over the Orks is overwhelming."

The Cryptek overseeing the development of Ork society transmitted the information into the assembly hall. The Silent King solemnly placed the Three Sacred Seals at the end of the first item on the contract.

The process had taken twenty thousand years, but to the Phaerons who had endured the far longer War in Heaven, it had been no more than the blink of an eye.

Milky Way Collapse Coefficient (45%)

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