Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

These warriors, war wizards and prophets looked in horror in the direction where the battle axes were flying.

Before the sacred fire stood a tall and strong man.

He was wearing a thick white wolfskin hood, his arms were like stone pillars, and his eyes were as bright as the burning sun.

His muscles seemed to contain the power of thunder, and the battle axe he recalled with ease was still dripping with the blood of the Phoenix Lord.

He glanced at the Eldar warriors indifferently, his tone cold and firm:

"No one can steal my fire this time."

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Chapter 148 (In a rhythmic way) You are courting death!

"My policy on handling untouchables has made me eligible for purification. Does anyone have any pigs?"

……

"Ah, what a grand ceremony for the Six Nations to confer the title of Prime Minister! That high-ranking stepping stone was beaten to his knees by the axe-wielding giant. He must be forced to serve the evil god."

Xiao Hui was speaking as if she was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. She was now standing in front of the monitoring system of the federal flagship, looking at the scene on the ground, holding a pair of monoculars!

"What's wrong with my imagination? And why do I keep encountering this kind of thing wherever I go."

The master of the Valanciunas dynasty, the great heretic of the empire, was quite impressed by his physique that caused explosions wherever he went.

"We are deeply sorry for this situation. It must be Chaos' fault that we were unable to foresee these despicable invaders on Federation territory."

Grand Marshal Dagda was very embarrassed and apologized to the visitors from the Valanciunas dynasty.

But he was not so kind to intruders.

"What have you done to our home, you damn bean sprouts, you are courting death!"

Amidst Dagda's murderous and rhythmic roar, the invincible incarnation of Kane fell. In a confident duel, he was beheaded by the White Wolf God with an axe.

The soul fire of the Eldar War King was extinguished once again.

……

This is a horror story for the Eldar. Not long ago, on the ground of the White Wolf Temple world, the Eldar warriors and the Federation gene warriors launched a fierce battle.

Fire, exploding ammunition and deafening roars intertwined into one, and the Eldar army gradually showed the advantage in this asymmetric battle, but also paid a heavy price.

The power of the dragon gene warrior was fully demonstrated on this battlefield. His beast-like strength and gorgeous equipment configuration caused the Eldar camp to suffer huge losses.

Every time the gene warriors counterattacked, large numbers of Eldar warriors were torn into pieces, and thousands of Eldar heroes fell on this sacred land.

However, with the help of the incarnation of the God of War, they are achieving their goal. However, all the Eldar are unaware that their fate has already quietly changed.

Just when the battle seemed to end with the victory of the Eldar, the Eldar fleet in space began to discover anomalies.

The Eldar fleet initially noticed nothing unusual. The existence of wormholes was nothing new to the Eldar, these natural space-time passages often providing fast interstellar travel routes for various races.

However, as time went on, the fluctuations of the wormhole hidden in deep space began to become more violent, and the faint space-time curling fluctuations became stronger, and its existence could almost be felt.

Initially, such changes did not cause much alarm, until the intensity of the fluctuations reached a level that could no longer be ignored.

Every signal picked up by the Eldar fleet's communication system carried an unsettling message: something was rushing out from the other end of the passage, approaching at a speed far beyond their expectations.

The Eldar fleet commander quickly activated the alarm system, but it was too late. The fleet that emerged from the wormhole was so large, the dense swarm gradually obscured the sun, and their appearance seemed to devour all light.

The Eldar's Great Prophet stood in the command ship, gazing at the rapidly approaching fleet. His face turned pale, his forehead covered in sweat, and a deep premonition suddenly surged in his heart, a fear from the depths of his soul.

He knew that the end of the Eldar had come.

……

In an instant, the Eldar fleet found themselves surrounded. They were not facing the few enemies before, but the huge fleet of the Federation headquarters.

The first wave of fleets, the second wave of fleets, and the continuous fleets were like a black cloud, completely covering the entire starry sky.

The scale of the Federation's fleet far exceeded the Eldar's imagination, and the number of ships was almost countless. The powerful and dense fleet brought tremendous psychological pressure to the Eldar.

The Eldar fleet began to fall into despair. They knew that their fleet had been surrounded by the Federation fleet and any counterattack would be insignificant.

For the Eldar, at this time, this wormhole has become their inevitable road to hell. In fact, this is indeed the function of this "Star Tide Hub". After all, it was opened by the Eldar's mortal enemy: Katan.

The warships of the Eldar fleet were surrounded by countless warships of the Federation. They seemed to have given up. No matter how hard they tried to fight back, they could not change the inevitable outcome.

At the same time, the Federation's fleet commander, Grand Marshal Dagda, stood on the deck of the command ship, staring at the movements of the Eldar fleets. His eyes flashed with anger, as if this battle was destined to end with the destruction of the Eldar.

The Federation's fleet has assembled all its elite forces, whether it is the Mecha God, the Ultra Beast, or the Angry Moon Colossus, all super battleships and combat machines have been thrown into this decisive battle.

Dagda was furious. His voice spread across the entire fleet through the communication system: "Damn aliens! You are courting death!"

He glanced at the burning Eldar fleet and the Confederation worlds that had fallen into disaster due to the Eldar's invasion and attacks. To him, the Eldar's existence was not only a threat, but also an insult.

The Federation would spare no expense to protect their homeland. The Eldar's invasion had already inflamed their wrath. Grand Marshal Dagda suddenly understood a little more of the human Empire's constant use of the insulting term "alien." Some enemies were inherently unreasonable and destined to pay the price for their madness.

……

The ensuing battle, whether it was the fierce bombardment of naval guns or the deep attacks of air fighters, was extremely fierce. The Federation fleet began to completely suppress the Eldar fleet. All Federation warships opened fire mercilessly, and the fierce artillery fire created countless suns in space.

Each salvo destroyed a strand of the Eldar's defenses, and the combined force of their fire reduced their ships to smithereens. The Eldar warships gradually crumbled under wave after wave of bombardment, unable to withstand the Confederation fleet's firepower. Each shell was a final judgment on these invaders.

The Confederacy's fleet offered the Eldar no chance. Their fury, like a raging fire, engulfed the battlefield. In this fierce battle, the Eldar fleet was completely unable to strike back. Countless Eldar warships were destroyed, and their fleet gradually crumbled, turning into cosmic fragments.

In the end, the Eldar expeditionary fleet completely disappeared in the galaxy, and the few survivors desperately waited for the final outcome among the life capsules and ship fragments.

The Federation's Grand Marshal Dagda stood on the deck of the command ship, looking at the silence on the battlefield, and said coldly: "This is what they deserve."

……

Long before the Eldar in the sky were destroyed, the Eldar on the ground had already suffered heavy losses.

They watched as those most profound and subtle practitioners of the Tao, those insolent warlocks and battle wizards, were knocked out of the Federation's mechanical temple and became stumbling blocks on the ground like the Fist of the Empire.

Then, an extremely majestic giant, holding a battle axe, rushed out from the holy fire. The battle axe in his hand exuded a biting coldness, as if even the air was frozen.

"Pointy ears cause too much trouble."

The incarnation of the Eldar god of war, Cain, stood in the center of the battlefield. His body was made of lava and flames, and the giant sword in his hand was swung, creating a sea of ​​blazing fire.

Numerous genetic warriors fought against him one after another, leaving numerous wounds on the body of the incarnation of the God of War. He looked like he looked down upon all living beings, but in fact, he was already exhausted.

The Wolf God didn't waste any words. His footsteps were heavy and swift, and every step made the earth tremble.

Kane, sensing another supernatural power approaching, roared and swung his giant sword to meet the attack, and the scorching flames swept over like a huge wave.

Yurik did not retreat. His battle axe drew an arc in the air and collided violently with Kane's giant sword. The collision of the two forces caused a huge explosion.

The genetic warriors had already prepared and established an iron curtain defense position, and they did not care about the damage from the aftermath.

But Kane obviously would not allocate any strength to protect the Eldar people who killed him, so those Eldar warriors who were only watching the battle between such powerful people and felt that death was worth it were directly wiped out in one wave.

Kane seemed to be suppressed by Yurik's power. He roared and tried to fight back with all his strength, but his strength was exhausted.

The battle axe came down like lightning, and Cain's giant sword was shattered. It was originally a fragment of the Wail of Doom, and this was the true appearance of the sword.

So the axe blade directly cut into his shoulder, and then continued to go deeper, causing the lava-like head to separate from the body, roll in the air, and finally hit the ground heavily.

Kane's incarnation's body stiffened for a moment, then fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a pile of hot ash.

The Eldar, like the adherents of the Ecclesiarchy of the past, fell into chaos when their god died again. Some fell into deathly stiffness or wept bitterly out of despair, while others were affected by Cain's remaining power, roaring for revenge for the God of War, and then were torn to pieces by the dragon roars of the genetic warriors.

This is the result of the destruction of the psychic entity's incarnation, and its negative impact resonates in the consciousness field of the linked creature. This is also why we will not let those gods roam freely in our hearts.

In any case, the Eldar have failed. From the ground and from space, the ambitions of the Holy Flame Expedition have been extinguished. Countless Eldar warriors and ancestral souls have entered the void, allowing Sally to drink heartily. If it were not unwelcome in the Federation, maybe this guy would even be willing to give us his blessing.

The pointy-eared demons are now getting their comeuppance, and rightly so.

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Chapter 149: Synaptic Condensation Machine has hundreds of millions of seats!

"I'm so close to being my mortal enemy. Can you bear to let me lack this little bit of extraordinary logic? For the sake of the universe, please think about it. It's time to contribute your brainpower. I mean physics."

……

The Eldar's Holy Flame Expedition was completely defeated, and this process did not even take a week. Their various plots were like jumping clowns.

Many of the Eldar warriors were killed in the battle, while others lost their will to fight and were captured.

Although the number of Eldar equipment and materials seized by the Federation is inestimable and the value is even more exciting, this cannot be considered their bail.

The answer to what to do with these abominable invaders is obvious, especially when mixed with the Dark Eldar, the slave-owning race that once oppressed the Federation species.

After a brief interrogation, the Aida expeditionary forces that provoked the war between the Federation and the Undead, actively invaded the Federation territory, and condoned the Dark Eldar to burn, kill and loot wantonly, confessed to their actions.

How should we respond to this?

……

The Federation's public trial convened in a solemn and weighty atmosphere. Inside the vast courtroom, the Federation flag hung from the towering dome: a fist of unity forged from the bloody struggle and the freedom represented by the azure sky.

The light symbolizing justice and order shines down from all directions, illuminating every corner, enough to make people feel bright and light, as if all the darkness of the universe has been driven out of this place.

However, this light could not dispel the depression and anger in the air.

On the judgment seat, the founding heroes of the Federation sat upright, waiting for the moment to strike.

Their faces are stern and their eyes are like torches, as if they want to thoroughly expose the crimes of every Dark Eldar and let every living being in the universe see the true face of these invaders.

Ashadron, the former Archon of the Dragon Clan, was the first to take the stand for accusation. His figure was tall and majestic, his fiery red scales gleaming like metal in the light, but his eyes burned with unquenchable rage. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word carried the weight of thunder, striking the hearts of every listener.

"Dark Eldar,"

Ashadron's voice was like thunder. "They are not just invaders. They were once slave owners, the traitors of all good ideals, the destroyers of all joy and happiness I have ever known."

His eyes swept across the courtroom, as if searching for his compatriots who had fought alongside him, many of whom were still alive.

However, more of it was gone. Ashadron's voice began to rise, his claws clenched, and the muscles under his scales tensed, as if he would burst out with destructive power at any time.

"My brother,"

He continued, "He was once the bravest warrior, with the most ardent heart beating in his chest. However, a Dark Eldar said he needed more blood. Because of my brother's struggle, the slavers stuffed an unknown entity into his chest, which I later learned was a demon."

Ashadron's voice was filled with pain and anger. "I watched with my own eyes as that monster grew from his heart, devouring his sanity and torturing his soul. He lost his mind, completely mad. And I, as his brother, as his comrade, ended his suffering with my own hands."

Ashadron's voice suddenly stopped. He no longer needed to accuse people of crimes. The people had already felt his anger through their united consciousness. His accusation was like a sharp knife, cutting through the hearts of every listener, allowing them to see the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Dark Eldar.

Immediately afterwards, the great squid scientist Tessecin took the stand. He had recovered well after experiencing the events of the Time Worm. Although he had completely resigned from his scientific research position due to the trauma, he was willing to educate people about the enemy's dangers once again.

Tessexin's body was soft and flexible, his tentacles swaying gently in the air, but his eyes were as cold as ice. He said nothing, simply waving his tentacles gently, and holographic images unfolded in the courtroom.

In those images, the Dark Eldar's torture tools were presented one by one: venom weapons, death ray weapons, neural whips, Haemonchi's "medical equipment"... Each tool was once used on the founders of the Federation, bringing them endless pain.

"These,"

Tessin's voice was low and calm. "This is just the tip of the iceberg of their crimes."

With a light touch of his tentacles, a new image unfolded. It was a scene of a former rebel being tortured by the Dark Eldar's "resurrection technology". This was a scene extracted from the memories of eyewitnesses.

The victim's body is repeatedly destroyed and resurrected, his suffering prolonged indefinitely until his soul completely collapses.

Tesesin used very technical means to point out the enemy's madness, which was like a silent storm that swept through the entire trial meeting.

Every listener felt a chill run down their spine, their hearts filled with anger and fear. The crimes of the Dark Eldar were far more brutal than they knew in their shared memories.

At this moment, Ruoken, the Federation's most powerful psychic and the human race's Mahayana Grandmaster, slowly stepped up to the prosecution seat. His figure was tall and majestic, a radiant psychic energy flowing around him, like a god descending to earth.

Ruoken has always been known for his elegance and gentleness. He even tolerated the surrendered Wilderness and Ark Eldar to learn from him. However, at this moment, his face was filled with calm coldness.

“Repay kindness with kindness, and repay evil with justice.”

Ruoken's simple words struck the hearts of all present like a heavy hammer. His words were filled with majesty and power, and every word sent a tremor through the souls of all the citizens of the Federation present.

He wasn't the type to stir up unwarranted rage and roar accusations of crime, but his expressionless statements did more to inflame the citizens of the Federation than anything else.

In other words, anyone who deserves such praise from him truly deserves to die.

……

Afterwards, more charges were brought by the federal bench, one after another, deepening the people's anger.

In the courtroom, some citizens who had recently joined the Federation, such as Miss Yunru, had turned pale and were experiencing physical nausea.

Her AI WalkerNet gently comforted her, hoping to eliminate the fear and anger in her heart. WalkerNet had recently obtained a synthetic human body, which was fought for by his master, and they have been inseparable since then.

Even though they have also unlocked various forbidden technologies, compared to the Mo Civil War where killing is the only way to gain an advantage, the Dark Eldar's creativity in turning to torture is still too extreme.

More citizens who participated in the trial were furious. Their anger spread rapidly in the neural network, and calls for revenge spread throughout the entire national trial meeting.