Uslan the Seer's words plunged every Aeldari present into silence.
They even wondered if they had heard him wrong. What was the Seer saying? Make peace and negotiate with humanity?
"Uslan, is this your solution? Surrendering to those ignorant, savage humans? I am ashamed to stand with you. You have disgraced the Ulthwé Craftworld!"
The Howling Banshee immediately rebuked him. She and the other Aspect Warriors had fought the enemy with their lives on the line. Just moments ago, she had nearly been killed by humanity's treacherous bombardment. If not for Illic's rescue, she would already have entered her spirit stone to await death.
If they negotiated with humanity, what meaning would there be in their deaths and sacrifices?
Uslan merely looked at these Aeldari who did not understand. Hatred and arrogance had blinded them.
From the beginning, they had treated humanity with utter arrogance, believing that those foolish, barbaric humans had occupied the homeland that belonged to the Aeldari.
Arrogance was in the Aeldari's nature. It had destroyed them in the past, and even after the shadow of death had receded, they still found it difficult to change.
The Seer's psychic senses had detected the collapse of the front line. The cobalt-blue Ultramarines, stretching across the mountains and filling the seas, had once again steamrolled the Aeldari defenses. They were incomparably composed and calm, exactly like their primarch.
Fighting the Ultramarines was an utterly terrifying experience, because one would discover that these enemies seemed capable of anything. They could handle every situation that arose.
It was like an exam paper. Some specialized Legions could earn perfect marks on certain questions, while the Ultramarines only scored eighty. Yet as the number of papers increased, the Ultramarines still scored eighty on every single one.
The Ultramarines were the most balanced and