Chapter 403: The Gavel Falls
Boom~ Boom~
A unit tempered by the fires of war withdrew from the Plague God's domain.
The Spirit-Forged Titans, blackened by damage but never losing their martial prowess, walked at the very rear. These war machines, forged from Eldar control systems and a pinch of 'daemon engine' components, followed the column straight through the empty avenue, feeling the weight pressing on their bodies suddenly lighten.
This state was particularly evident on the Imperial Titans.
They stopped before the main gate of the Forge of Souls and sounded the war horn.
The magnificent main gate slowly opened. Combining the techniques of several races and filled with strange beauty, the gate closed again after opening, completely blocking the hell behind it.
These troops were quickly diverted, awaiting a series of psychological evaluations and placement into new posts after the evaluation.
A figure in white robes walked into the sunlight.
Eldrad Ulthran watched all this.
As an Eldar xenos, he surprisingly had no intention of running or hiding in this area. Facing the Eldar auxiliaries following the humans, he held his head high without any so-called shame or regret, walking alone into the empty square.
He walked all the way to the massive Spirit-Forged Titans. The souls of the twins serving as main pilots were peacefully integrated into the wraithbone. Isolated from Slaanesh's influence, they didn't need to merge into the Infinity Circuit, a domain where individual consciousness dissipates. After separation, they could still share a body capable of free movement.
Looking up at the tower-like engines before him, Ulthran watched as these Titans were hoisted into the Forge of Souls along with other Imperial Titans. Bonesingers, capable of promoting wraithbone growth through psychic power, began repairing the damaged areas.
He could read their courage after receiving protection, their loyalty to the protector. These Titans proved themselves with thousands of dents and holes in their armor, parked in the corridor that seemed endless, turning into hundreds of static statues, waiting for the next sortie.
This made the old Farseer, who had witnessed the fall of the Aeldari Empire, click his tongue.
Since the Fall that created the Eye of Terror, he had never seen any Eldar faction capable of operating so many Titans.
Glancing at the Tech-priests busy on the other side, and the human psykers trying to understand this psychic technology under the guidance of Bonesingers... The arrogance inherent in their talent accumulated in repeated 'stupid' questions, but was suppressed by another emotion.
These Bonesingers not only showed no impatience but maintained a pleasant attitude.
Nothing else, just that the pay was too good.
An absurd emotion appeared in the old Farseer's soul.
"So—"
He turned his head, looked at Trazyn in grey robes beside him, and couldn't help but say: "Before taking someone else's things, can you notify the owner?"
"You can ask the lords for reimbursement. I think they won't mind."
Trazyn shrugged, tossing a tesseract labyrinth like a Poké Ball in his hand.
The tesseract stored several Spirit-Forged Titans retaining complete battle scars. Not far away, Eldar pilots and human apprentices were confused watching their mounts disappear.
He didn't dare steal people secretly now. The 'inventory' from the past, those collectibles 'collected' in various historical periods of humanity, were becoming fewer and fewer. Once the Dawnbreakers found a way to settle them, he would probably have to spit them all out.
His empty museum urgently needed creations carrying new history to fill it.
Fortunately, the Dawnbreakers indeed had a lot of work.
"..."
Pulling back his gaze almost glued to those combatants, Trazyn never expected that these gods could actually lead humans into the Evil God's domain.
And even stayed there.
He watched another unit mainly composed of Custodians enter the passage.
Their mission was to seal the passage if the operation failed, buying time for the Primarchs to destroy 'Chronos Key', or to join the battlefield as follow-up troops after the mission was completed, resisting the endless counterattack of the Nurgle daemon army and stabilizing their 'Probe' successfully rooted in Nurgle's domain.
Ten thousand years ago, it was blocking one's own toilet; now it's running to someone else's house to unclog the sewer.
It can be considered a pioneering move in this universe.
"Did you really report the clues about Isha?"
Trazyn asked suddenly, obviously intending to start a more attractive topic to divert his uncontrollable desire.
"Of course. After all, liberating Isha is not difficult. The real difficulty lies in how to keep her in the scramble between two Chaos Powers after liberating her. But honestly, compared to Isha herself, I feel the Dawnbreakers care more about the clues of Leman Russ, the Wolf King. We mainly reported that part."
Ulthran nodded affirmatively.
In fact, Isha was quite safe with Nurgle. The Eldar could still reproduce thanks to her being alive. If they weren't fully prepared and the Goddess of Life was swallowed by Slaanesh as soon as she was released, the birthplace of new Eldar would probably be unified into the Six Circles of Slaanesh.
And there weren't many forces capable of protecting the Goddess of Life now. Humanity was one.
However, Ramesses had always been uninterested in protecting the Goddess of Life. In Ulthran's view, he didn't want to take the risk.
But for now, it didn't matter much.
Ulthran looked at the planet beneath his feet.
These four didn't even need to be compared with the Four Gods. Compared with ninety-nine percent of intelligent creatures in the galaxy, they looked pleasant. He didn't know how this personality was cultivated.
And they were not even influenced by the power of faith. Especially Romulus and Karna; many groups worshiped them, but they were not interfered with, remaining consistent.
Whether pretending or not, at least now that the race was almost at a dead end, the old Farseer planned to give it a try.
Ulthran looked at his translucent palm, the crystallized bones clearly visible in the sunlight.
Eldar bodies also age, gradually turning into crystals over time, becoming immobile statues.
Let them arrange it. Anyway, there were plenty of groups among the Eldar who didn't trust these four. Some wanted to facilitate the birth of Ynnead, some wanted to leave the galaxy, some wanted to live in seclusion in the Webway...
Let time prove which group's choice was correct.
"I rarely use 'bold' to describe others."
Trazyn said.
"Prediction has always been our forte."
Ulthran stared below: "Seeing the road clearly, then changing steps according to the road. Only few people have the courage to step into the unknown. The galaxy is destined to be reshuffled because of their choices. All disasters have become unpredictable, even for the Necrons."
"Oh, what a pity. They don't seem to realize this."
Trazyn feigned helplessness: "Although it seems unreasonable, the past races are still in the stage of observation. After all, the current galaxy poses no threat to them."
"I hope you can still be stubborn here after seeing Chaos and various races using the Pariah Nexus built by the Silent King with great effort as a public toilet."
Ramesses's voice sounded suddenly.
The two thieves looked calm, obviously accustomed to the elusive nature of this chief thief.
The Dawnbreakers always regarded Chaos, the Tyranids, and even the Orks as the biggest enemies, but basically didn't take the Necron threat seriously.
Mainly thinking of the master of the Triarch, the leader who ended the C'tan, the great Silent King returning from a sixty-million-year journey, finally fighting back and forth with a group of AdMech in the Orpheus Sector with his troops, it was hard to keep a straight face.
At that time, the Great Rift was open, the Imperium was basically a mess, and the Regent didn't even have time to deal with the T'au Empire at his doorstep. Mars, Metalica, Ryza, these worlds hadn't even exerted force yet. As a result, humanity blocked the Silent King in Orpheus with three expedition fleets.
That Pariah Nexus was even more of a joke among jokes.
Wind could enter, rain could enter, Chaos could enter.
Anyway, Ramesses completely gave up on completely isolating the warp. It was better to gradually advance the understanding of the warp.
"..."
Trazyn hesitated to speak.
But Ramesses obviously wasn't in the mood to argue. Dragging Corax, he went all the way to the Tower of Dominion, starting to prepare for the online meeting with Romulus.
The warriors marched in a solemn long line through the gate, through the guarded passage, towards where they took their steps.
Few came to welcome the triumph.
The Dawn Guard, still forming a defense line around the passage, made way for the warriors with reverence.
Their bodies were scarred. The banners once shining on weapons and armor now remained only as charred fragments. Aerial gunships flew in formation like flocks of birds against the marching giants.
The staff of this planet had their own duties. As a test field for various cutting-edge technologies related to the warp, members gathered from various races here had their own things to be busy with, staying in their respective workplaces under the leader's order.
Occasionally, passing souls cast respectful glances at these brave men who had shuttled back and forth in hell.
But this was not the end.
The heroes returned in triumph, and the real resolution was about to fall.
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