Chapter 255

Cegorach's laughter never ceased.

This last survivor of the ancient Aeldari pantheon was using His mocking laughter to guide the Ynnari.

The Harlequins of the Midnight Sorrow troupe danced the famous play "The Fall of the Aeldari," pouring out the sorrow and pain of the Aeldari's fall, while also acting along Cegorach's laughter. The path of the Webway was presented in their dance.

The Harlequins of the Veiled Path troupe laughed at times and wept at others, fickle and capricious, while Sylandri Veilwalker, who led them, moved elegantly. The light and shadow on her mask changed continuously, presenting all kinds of strange prophecies.

Long, long ago, the Aeldari's indulgence awakened the sleeping Hunger God, Slaanesh. Her first cry destroyed the entire Aeldari Empire. Subsequently, the Aeldari pantheon fell; the gods once worshipped by the Aeldari were devoured by Slaanesh. The fire of the Phoenix King Asuryan was extinguished, the fate of the Crone Goddess Morai-Heg was shattered, and the Maiden Goddess Lileath was defiled...

The only three survivors were the Lord of Murder, Khaine, the Goddess of Healing, Fertility, and Harvest, Isha, and the Laughing God, Cegorach.

But the Lord of Murder, Khaine, was shattered into thousands of fragments during the struggle between Slaanesh and Khorne.

Isha was abducted by Nurgle and was now imprisoned in the depths of Nurgle's Garden.

Only the Laughing God, Cegorach, could be considered a true survivor. This clown god hid in the Black Library deep within the Webway.

And the Aeldari Harlequin troupes were the agents of His will.

But today, it was not just the Harlequins who followed Cegorach's guidance. Drukhari, Craftworld Aeldari, pirates... these once-scattered Aeldari had actually all gathered together, acting as a single force.

This was because a new Aeldari god was awakening. The Aeldari God of Death, Ynnead, was about to wake up. He blessed Yvraine, causing this Daughter of Shadows to be resurrected from the dead, and brought Ynnead's teachings to the Aeldari.

If the Aeldari pantheon still existed, if the Aeldari still had other gods, Cegorach probably wouldn't have chosen Ynnead—who was gloomy and sinister, and whose birth even required the complete sacrifice of the entire Aeldari race—as an ally.

But a God of Death was always better than Slaanesh. Any power that could resist the Hunger God was precious. Besides, Cegorach had no choice.

Thus, the new Aeldari pantheon, a pantheon of only three gods, was formed.

Khaine, whose fragments could occasionally be summoned, was the representative of destruction and slaughter. Ynnead was the Lord of Death and Souls. Cegorach was responsible for balancing the power between the two.

The composition of this pantheon was extremely unbalanced. At least in the eyes of the Harlequins, Khaine was a mentally broken, antisocial lunatic, and Ynnead was always depressed.

Of course, conversely, in the eyes of the other two gods, Cegorach was also a third-rate clown and actor. The Harlequins believed Cegorach was aware of this.

But the Aeldari were already in such a sorry state, everyone just had to make do.

Only a portion of the Ynnari chose to pay tribute to the three gods of the pantheon simultaneously in thought, behavior, and magnificent attire.

But fortunately, the vast majority of the Ynnari were willing to accept the joint guidance of Cegorach and Ynnead, following the Webway to that icy moon in the prophecy, the icy moon Crassus.

Yvraine, the leader of the Ynnari, waved the Sword of Morai-Heg in her hand. Spirit fire erupted from this sword, which was made from the finger bones of the Aeldari Crone Goddess, and the Webway Gate opened as a result.

The cold storm of Crassus poured in, and the Ynnari rushed out of the Webway Gate, facing the cold wind.

They were able to see death.

The Imperial humans mentioned in the prophecy were clashing with the Black Legion. The hounds of Chaos were tearing at the flesh and blood of these mortals.

How stupid and stubborn they were, completely unaware that they had no chance of winning.

Clearly only a group of mortals remained, yet they dared to face the Black Legion blessed by Chaos.

They stupidly formed a line, desperately holding off an enemy they could never defeat.

The Aeldari guessed that their goal was the Webway Gate, just not knowing that they were already so close to their goal.

Just at this moment, a burst of teleportation light exploded in the Imperial human position.

The Harlequins let out a sigh of sorrow, as if sighing for the heroic sacrifice that was about to come.

The Drukhari let out a giggle of joy, as if unable to resist seeing the tragedy that was about to follow.

The Craftworld Aeldari looked with disgust and a little fear at the Despoiler Abaddon who appeared in the teleportation light.

That Warp existence had almost fallen under Abaddon's sword, and that passable psyker had tried to save her.

But unfortunately, a psyker of this level was not enough to rival the Despoiler blessed by the Four Gods.

Look, besides that psyker, another mortal had popped out, trying to block Abaddon.

Why were humans always so stupid and confident?

The Despoiler was not only the agent of Chaos power in the mortal world, but also held that daemon sword named Drach'nyen.

The daemon within that sword was born from the first murder of humanity and was closely related to the human race.

Now that humans occupied the majority of the galaxy, the power of that daemon sword had reached its peak, not to mention that the sword was also the nemesis of humanity.

But what happened next exceeded the Aeldari's cognition.

The sigh of sorrow the Harlequins had originally intended to let out for death and sacrifice was choked off.

The Drukhari's wicked laughter also suddenly stopped.

The Craftworld Aeldari also let out a hum of confusion due to the scene that was not in the prophecy.

That mortal held a toy sword and easily blocked the daemon sword Drach'nyen.

Confusion appeared in the Aeldari's gaze; whether it was Harlequins, Craftworld Aeldari, or Drukhari, it was the same.

Only in Yvraine's gaze did the luster of death flicker vaguely, as if she had seen some of the truth.

"A competitor on the path of the High Heavens."

A whisper sounded in Yvraine's ear; it was the echo of the God of the Dead:

"The God of Death of humanity."

Yvraine looked at the mortal who was fighting Abaddon, her eyes unable to help but carry some astonishment.

And then something even more shocking to the Aeldari happened. From the pocket on that mortal's stomach, a figure draped in a flaxen robe crawled out.

That figure was shrouded in thick mystery, which even the most excellent soul seers and farseers among the Aeldari could not see through.

But everyone felt the aura overflowing from that figure.

In this Ynnari army, there existed Aeldari who had lived for over ten thousand years, Aeldari who had witnessed the human Great Crusade era.

They felt the aura overflowing from that figure...

The aura released by that figure in the flaxen robe was just like... just like that former human Warmaster.

"The God of the Dead of humanity," Yvraine whispered softly, her gaze falling slightly on that existence who looked like a mortal, falling on that pocket on his stomach.

Just at this moment, the Aeldari noticed that teleportation light lit up on Abaddon, and that Despoiler ran!

Then that mortal turned his head and said something to the Black Legion...

Afterward, the Black Legion turned their heads and headed toward...

Heading toward their direction?!

Greyfax watched the battle erupting on the mountain peak with astonishment.

Profane Aeldari aliens were jumping and dancing among the Black Legion. These flexible warriors clad in gorgeous armor were jumping among the Astartes, their blades continuously reaping lives.

The Harlequins were more like dancers than warriors. They danced disgusting alien songs and dances, each step erupting with strangeness and elegance. The dancing sword light cut the Despoiler Abaddon's subordinates into pieces.

In addition, the Drukhari of Commorragh, the warriors of the Craftworlds, pirates among the stars... Aeldari of different identities, ethnic groups, and Craftworlds gathered together, simultaneously accepting the command of a woman wearing a gorgeous long gown.

This made Greyfax feel dangerous. The scattered Aeldari had actually begun to act under a unified command?

And behind this group of strange Aeldari, a Webway Gate was spiraling and roaring.

What was their purpose in coming here? What exactly were they trying to do?

What was the relationship between the False Saint Celestine and that Zhou Yun, who was shrouded in mystery?

Especially since Greyfax had just heard Abaddon call that person draped in a robe... Father?

Too many mysteries occupied Greyfax's mind.

And the relationship between Xiang Xiang Leina and that Zhou Yun seemed very close, which made Greyfax worried.

She could now be called a lone fighter.

Xiang Xiang Leina stood with Zhou Yun, the Knights stood with Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, and the Battle Sisters followed Celestine.

She, Greyfax, theoretically the person standing at the top of the Imperial power system, had actually become a lone fighter.

It just so happened that Archmagos Belisarius Cawl was deceived by the False Saint, and Zhou Yun was vaguely shrouded in a layer of profane secrets.

Now, how she wished there were a group of loyal Stormtroopers or Astartes standing by her side.

Just at this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded on the snow.

Greyfax and the people of the expeditionary force hurriedly turned their heads.

They saw behind them a team of Astartes warriors clad in blood-red power armor walking from the foot of the mountain.

The leading warrior was none other than Kaelen, First Captain of the Blood Angels.

Greyfax immediately felt great joy. The Emperor truly had not abandoned her, his loyal servant.

Captain Kaelen had actually persisted under the offensive of the Black Legion!

Hmm?

Suddenly, Greyfax noticed some strange things.

Why were the faces of the Blood Angels following Captain Kaelen so unfamiliar?

And, why weren't these Astartes wearing Terminator power armor?

The elite of the First Company brought by Captain Kaelen were clearly all Terminator warriors?

Then, Greyfax's attention as an Inquisitor made her notice something wrong.

One shoulder pad of Captain Kaelen and those unfamiliar Astartes was also painted blue; Captain Kaelen's seemed to be a temporary paint job.

In Greyfax's stunned gaze, Captain Kaelen walked slowly to Zhou Yun's front, knelt on one knee, and placed the holy relic weapon, the Hammer of Baal, between Zhou Yun and himself.

"My Lord." Captain Kaelen lowered his head: "In the name of Sanguinius, I swear to be as loyal to you as I am to my Father."

Greyfax immediately felt her vision go black.

(End of chapter)