Webway Technology!

Guilliman's lips curled into a slight smile.

He could almost picture the scene—the young Emperor, dressed in a tattered coat, standing before a pack of Eldar, calmly displaying his power, like a lion proclaiming its presence to a pack of wolves.

"In the days that followed, Neoth traveled among the Aeldari Gods and Eldar."

He walked through our cities, through our Craftworld, through our divine realms.

He formed significant friendships with many people and with God—including me.

Asuryan's gaze softened further. "Did you know that part of your father's exquisite swordsmanship was honed through exchanges with the Eldar?"

Eldar swordsmanship emphasizes elegance, precision, and a single, fatal strike, while human swordsmanship emphasizes power, speed, and relentless advance.

Neoth combined the two to create his own unique way of swordsmanship.

Guilliman tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He recalled the swordsmanship of the Emperor's Sword, its unique style possessing both the power of thunder and the gentle grace of a light rain.

It turns out that part of its roots were planted in the soil of the Eldar.

"But," Asuryan's tone suddenly turned somber, "Good times are always fleeting."

He picked up the teacup, only to find that the tea had gone cold.

He didn't drink anymore, but simply held the slightly cool porcelain cup, as if he were holding onto a piece of lost time.

"At that time, the Eldar had gradually fallen into depravity."

The gods were inflated by faith, and the common people were corrupted by complacency and became arrogant.

Some people began to look down on other races, especially those with short lifespans and no Psionic Energy talents.

His voice carried a hint of bitterness. "There's a bunch of idiots—excuse me for using that word—who called Neoth a 'monkey'."

They said he was unworthy to walk in the sacred land of the Eldar, and unworthy to sit on equal footing with the Aeldari Gods.

They didn't know what expression Neoth had when he heard those words.

"Is he angry?" Guilliman asked.

"No," Asuryan shook her head, "He's not angry."

He simply listened quietly, then quietly turned and quietly left.

There was no farewell, no angry declaration; he simply left.

It was as if he had never been there.

Asuryan put down her teacup with a light touch, yet the movement carried an indescribable heaviness.

I know what he's waiting for.

He's waiting for me to ask him to stay.

We're waiting for the Aeldari Gods to step forward and tell those idiots that this human is our friend, our brother, and that they have no right to disrespect him.

His voice trailed off, almost inaudibly. "But I didn't."

It wasn't that I couldn't do it, but at that time, I had begun to let divinity overwhelm my humanity.

As my status rises, my emotions grow weaker, and my hesitation intensifies.

I wanted to keep him, but my 'divinity' told me to let things take their course, that fate cannot be defied, and that he was gone.

Asuryan raised her head, and in her pale golden eyes, there was a rare hint of vulnerability.

"This is the history of my relationship with your father."

At the time, I really hoped to win him back, but my divinity had gradually overwhelmed my humanity, so I didn't take the step of continuing to search for him in your human Terra.

He paused, his voice filled with regret. "If I had gone then, perhaps everything would have been different."

Perhaps he wouldn't have become like this, perhaps he wouldn't have sat on that damned throne, perhaps he wouldn't have—

He didn't continue.

Silence fell over the pavilion.

Kaine had his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Guilliman held his teacup, staring at the tea leaf that had sunk to the bottom, and remained silent for a long time.

"The past is the past," Guilliman finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm. "What matters is the present and the future."

Asuryan looked at him, a hint of relief in her eyes. "You know how to talk better than your father."

Guilliman was not modest; he simply said, "Because I have not yet let divinity overwhelm my humanity."

Asuryan took a deep breath, and her fragile expression receded like the tide, replaced by a rare solemnity.

His gaze sharpened, like a drawn sword.

"Now let's get down to business," he said in a deep, firm voice, "The real business."

That's why I teleported you here.

Guilliman's fingers stopped on the table.

He could sense that Asuryan's attitude had indeed changed—the previous gentle, casual atmosphere, like chatting with friends, had disappeared, replaced by an unquestionable solemnity from a deity to a mortal.

He didn't ask "what's wrong," but gave a direct answer, "No."

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Feel sorry.

I'm leaving now.

Guilliman stood up and took a step toward walking out of the pavilion.

He moved so fast that Kaine didn't even have time to react.

He had only one thought in his mind—no matter what it was, if the Eldar God King showed that kind of expression, it couldn't be a good thing.

He didn't want to get involved, didn't want to be dragged into it, and didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

He already has enough trouble.

"I have complete Webway technology here, which I can offer as payment."

Asuryan's voice came from behind, gentle as ever, calm as still water, as if she were simply saying, "Today's tea is quite good."

Guilliman stopped in his tracks.

His body froze on the spot, his right foot raised and suspended in mid-air, not falling for a long time.

His brain was racing at that moment— Webway technology.

Complete Webway technology.

The Eldar's most core technological legacy is the ultimate transportation network capable of creating independent passages within the Warp.

Unaffected by Warp Storm, untouched by Chaos, it requires neither Navigator nor Astropaths.

He slowly withdrew his foot and turned around.

The movement was slow and elegant, like a gentleman turning around at a ball to invite his partner.

His face was radiant with a genuine and warm smile, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

His top hat was tilted slightly on his head, and his monocle gleamed in the sunlight.

He strode back to the stone bench, plopped down, and moved with the decisiveness and efficiency of a soldier receiving an order.

He stretched out his hand, straight as a line, with just the right grip, neither too light nor too heavy.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate, King of the Gods of the Eldar." His voice was full of enthusiasm. "I assure you, whatever task you issue, if I can do it, I absolutely will."

Even if I can't do it, don't worry—my dad will help me.

Asuryan looked at his outstretched hand, then at his bright smiling face, and her lips twitched slightly.

"Didn't you just say, 'No, I can't do it, I can't do it, sorry, I'm leaving now'?" His tone was slightly mocking.

Guilliman's smile remained unchanged, "You misheard."

What I said was, 'Yes, I can do it, I'm capable of it, no excuses, let's talk now.'

Asuryan was silent for a moment, then smiled.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was hearty, like an old friend teasing another old friend.

He reached out and grasped Guilliman's hand.

"Your sincerity has moved me." Guilliman's voice became solemn. "I am determined to acquire the Webway Technology."