Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 48 I'm waiting for the board to jump in, what are you waiting for?
Regarding the Eldar, an ancient race that was once extremely powerful but is now rarely seen, the research of Imperial scholars presents a variety of opinions.

But without a doubt, these races, which once dominated the galaxy for millions of years, have completely fallen from grace and lost all the formidable strength they possessed thousands of years ago when they fought against the human federation.

In that mad era, the Human Federation and the Eldar Empire waged a protracted war, but neither could gain the upper hand.

The Human Alliance's powerful warriors rewound time, turning the Spirit Race Empire's cause into effect. The two powerful beings fought so fiercely that they destroyed the entire starry sky. In the end, the battle score was 0-0, all special effects with no actual damage. They could only call a truce and remain in a stalemate.

Just as they were locked in a standoff, the Iron Men of the Human Federation rebelled, and the two sides fought each other to the death. After finally winning and trying to recover their losses, an unprecedented warp storm struck, plunging the world into darkness.

As for the Eldar Empire, it's even more abstract. They gave up tens of millions of years of peaceful life, staying at home every day and throwing lavish parties. Relying on their immortality, they can do whatever they want, and self-immolating inside a star is just child's play for them.

The Eldar's reckless actions led to the creation of a Slaanesh father, which caused the already filthy cesspool to explode and also activated the other three noble creatures, resulting in the near annihilation of the entire Eldar race, leaving only a few barely surviving survivors.

Thus, with the help of the Star Gods, the Fearful Ones, and the Spirit Race, the Sea of ​​Souls, once considered a blessing from the consciousness of the universe, was beyond saving.

But for Mordred, what disappointed him even more was the Eldar's appearance.

Unlike elves in other fantasy works, Eldar, although also humanoid beings, are tall and thin, as thin as bean sprouts, with taut muscles. Even if their faces are pretty, they have no breasts! This is what Mordred finds most unacceptable.

Seeing the Primarch lost in thought again, Kyaran couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring the murderous glares from the Space Marines around him, he reached out and tapped the table.

"Your Highness, you said you wanted more money, so why don't you just name it? I've already had three glasses of orange juice and you haven't said a word. You've just been staring at me and sighing all the time."

If she hadn't needed his help, Chiarand would have run away long ago. Mordred's gaze made her skin crawl, and it was full of mockery.

Even Eldar can't stand passive-aggressive behavior. Mordred, regaining his senses, was slightly embarrassed, but his flexible moral compass prevented him from feeling awkward.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you that I'm waiting for the right time. Don't ask why I'm waiting. You can have the Golden Tree, but you'll have to exchange it for the technology to open the gates of the Internet."

"Impossible!" Kiaran refused without even thinking.

"Your Highness, since you are familiar with the Dao of the Net, you can understand its significance to our Spirit Clan. Let's change the condition; this one really won't do!"

Kiaran was right. As the only safe and stable way of hyperspace travel currently in existence, the Webway is undoubtedly the Eldar's lifeline. Even the Emperor launched the Great Crusade for the sake of the human Webway project behind it.

If she were to actually spread the technology to open the network, the first one to die would be Kiaran herself, and all the Eldar would do everything in their power to kill this traitor.

But Mordred was fixated on this condition; he wanted the Internet technology: "I don't care, I won't trade without the Internet technology."

And let me tell you, if you don't hand over the network technology, I will sacrifice these souls to Slaanesh. You don't want to see your fellow human beings captured and enslaved by stars, do you?

Upon hearing Mordred mention that name that absolutely could not be uttered, Chiarand broke out in a cold sweat like a wildcat with its fur standing on end, and cried out:
"Are you crazy? That's a red line that absolutely cannot be crossed! You humans are so insane, you have no idea what that means, you're stupid, short-sighted, and barbaric!"

"Tch! I'm not a member of the Spirit Race. This is your own mess, and you're trying to shift the blame."

Seeing that the other party wouldn't budge, Mordred stopped pretending to be a good person and summoned a pink banshee from Ashbringer, shoving it into Chiarand's arms.

Meanwhile, the other Atlas summoned their demons, Palu, and together with their minions, surrounded Pointy Ears.

The terrifying scene made the Eldar delegation tremble, their previous arrogance completely gone. The fear deep in their souls compelled them to leave. But getting in was easy; getting out was difficult. Atlas, who had been preparing for this, stepped forward, took out shackles, and bound the group of aliens who dared to act arrogantly in front of them.

Only Kiaran remained relatively calm, but she had lost her previous carefree demeanor. She was genuinely afraid that these lunatics would attract Slaanesh, and then what use would flesh golems be? They wouldn't even be able to die if they wanted to.

"Your Highness, no, Your Excellency, let's talk this out. Can you please take it back? I can't speak like this!"

Mordred, who probably hangs out with the Emperor, has no moral compass whatsoever. He sneered sarcastically:

"What? Now you know how to talk properly? Don't think I can't see through you. You've been putting on airs in front of me since you walked in. There's no soul in this body. You still expect me to give you a nice look?"

Ji! I am very pleased that you call me Your Highness, but I dislike your arrogance, which comes from nowhere.

I'll give you three minutes. If I can't see you in person, I can't even imagine what crazy things I might do.

"Tell me, if I used your name and sacrificed myself on any Ark, using those 13,724 souls, could I destroy an Ark world?"

Mordred's words burrowed into Chiarand's soul like a venomous snake. She was now completely convinced that the giant before her was a madman. What a life-loving, awe-inspiring giant—it was all a lie.

Since achieving results through negotiation is impossible, we must resort to the backup plan:

"Are you trying to activate the viral bomb inside your body?"

"How did you know?"

"Backup hidden energy - activate..."

puff-

Two jet-black claws pierced his chest cavity, and his beautiful head was instantly crushed, ending the bean sprout lord's last chance to resist.

Glancing at the headless corpse possessed by a demon before him, Mordred wiped the brain matter splattered on his face with his finger and praised the demon he had just pushed over:

"Looks like you're not entirely useless, Hill. Throw this body out. You know what to do."

A slightly familiar voice rang out, still that soothing High Gothic language with a hint of Terran accent:

"Yes, Master! I will not fail the Legion's expectations!"

Meanwhile, in a stealth spaceship far away in the asteroid belt, a slender body immersed in nutrient solution suddenly opened its eyes, its azure pupils involuntarily dilating, emitting a suppressed growl.

Finally regaining consciousness, Kiaran looked up and struggled to leave the incubation chamber. She had to escape as soon as possible and couldn't let this madman succeed.

Seeing no signs of intrusion on the ship, only a hole in one of the cabins due to unstable air pressure, Kiaran regained his senses and staggered out of the secret room.

But the Eldar didn't notice that a drop of blood was floating behind her, reflecting the midnight ghost named Tom.

(End of this chapter)