When the Eldar Flourished

When Eldar was prosperous, he and his brothers of the gods were far from as powerful as they were at their peak. They were just some concepts, some not particularly specific forms.

But at that time, Eldar was also the most honest, far less twisted and pretentious than it would be later.

They will not engage in conspiracy in Webway, they will not engage in bloody competitions in Commorragh, and they will not capture other races as slaves while shouting "for Eldar".

They are just a group of weapons newly created from the hands of Old Ones. Weapons understand the horror of war best, and they least want to go back to war.

During the Old Ones retirement era, after Necrons locked himself in the tomb, Eldar had a very glorious time.

They used spiritual crystals—pure metal made from the energy of Warp—to build beautiful buildings.

Everyone is a worker and everyone is a contributor.

It was really a wonderful time.

Asuryan sighed.

The sigh was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"The beginning of every era is so beautiful, and then it gradually decays."

Guilliman looked at him, looking at the king of the gods who had lived for countless years, witnessed Eldar fall from the peak to the abyss, was overwhelmed by his own divinity and humanity, and then found himself again in a big explosion.

His lips moved, wanting to say something comforting, but he found that he had nothing to say.

Because he himself is also a witness, he has witnessed the peak of Imperium, he has also witnessed the fall of Imperium, and now he is witnessing the rebirth of Imperium.

He knew all too well the fine line between a "good beginning" and a "gradual decay."

"At least you people who have been left behind by the times can still chat together."

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, "I can talk to my dad again then."

He was really looking forward to that scene.

Emperor temporarily pulled out some consciousness from Golden Throne, and sat on the floor in front of the throne with Asuryan, with a pot of tea and several plates of snacks in the middle.

Two people - no, two old guys, one shines like a searchlight in Warp, and the other just climbed out of the cesspit of Chaos Gods, still smelling of Nurgle's Garden's burnt smell.

What would they say to each other?

Is it "How have you lived these past few thousand years" or "Look at what you have done to yourself"?

Guilliman didn't know, but he felt that just seeing the two of them sitting together was worth the price of admission.

This time, Chaos did not cause trouble again.

It's not that they don't want to, it's that they don't dare.

Terra still retains quite sufficient troops, six Primarch--Guilliman, Lion, Sanguinius, Dorn, Perturabo, Angron--all squatting on the small blue planet, like six vicious dogs guarding the gate.

Guilliman doesn't think Four Chaos Gods will break into Terra without absolute certainty, because it is easy to break in but difficult to escape.

As far as the grassroots combat power in this era is concerned, even if Chaos comes out in full force, they may not be able to defeat the army led by the six Primarch.

Asuryan's body began to change in the void.

His height was slowly compressed from the original several hundred meters to about two and a half meters. During the shrinking process, his majestic divine body was like a beautifully folded scroll, layer by layer, inch by inch, and finally shaped into a human form standing on the bow of the Eldar battleship.

His face has not changed, it is still the gentle, kind face of an elder.

But his figure is stronger than the average Eldar, with broader shoulders, a straighter back, and a straight posture like a soldier, rather than the relaxed and elegant posture of Eldar.

His white robe became even more pure white during the compression process, with a hint of gold in the white, like clouds soaked by the sun.

"I'm curious how he sits on that Golden Throne."

Asuryan turned his head and looked at Guilliman with a smirk on his lips.

That smile was not like that of a king of the gods who had lived for countless years, but more like that of an old friend who had been holding back his bad feelings for a long time and finally waited for the opportunity to face each other.

"Nephew, bring me something delicious.

I went over there to chat with him - of course, only I ate, not the kind he ate."

Guilliman looked at that evil smile, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled too.

He understands.

Asuryan is going to take revenge.

In the past, when Emperor visited Eldar, he must have sneered in front of Asuryan.

Think about the character of Emperor. He can show off fruits in front of you, he can say to you "Oh, this fruit is so sweet, it's a pity you can't eat it" while eating it, and he can make you so angry that your teeth itch and you can't do anything about him.

Now the situation has changed, Emperor is trapped on Golden Throne, unable to move and can't even say a few words, while Asuryan brings delicious food and drinks Yes, feasting in front of him, Emperor can only use that round of Black Sun's crazy flashing in Warp to express "just wait for me."

To be honest, the supreme gods of these two races are definitely geniuses in terms of communicating with others.

Guilliman silently lit a candle for Emperor in his heart.

"Understood, uncle."

He turned around and waved to the communications officer behind him, "Go and bring Imperial Palace the best snacks in the kitchen.

What Macragge honey cake, Ultramar grilled lamb chops, Terra palace osmanthus cake, take as many as you can.

Bring two more pots of good tea, one black tea and one green tea, and let uncle choose."

The communications officer's expression changed from "I obey" to "Are you serious?" and then from "Are you serious?" to "Forget it, I won't ask." He turned around and left.

Asuryan looked at the retreating back of the communications officer, and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.

He patted Guilliman on the shoulder, the force was neither light nor heavy, just the kind of force that an elder would use to "do a good job" to a younger person.

"Good nephew.

When I get back, I will have someone compile a copy of the technical information on Eldar Webway for you."

Guilliman's eyes lit up.

"Deal."

he said.

In the void, the black sun flashed slightly.

Emperor is watching, Emperor is listening, Emperor is using the burning black flame in Warp to express one meaning crazily - "the treasonous son".

Guilliman pretended not to see it.

The communications officer returned, followed by a team of service personnel carrying trays.

Each tray is filled with exquisite snacks and tea sets, and the golden and white ceramic tea cups reflect the sun's rays in the void.

Asuryan took a cup of black tea, lowered his head and smelled the tea, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go, nephew.

Take me to see that cheap man of yours."

Guilliman stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"Go this way, uncle, the toilet is over there."