Chapter 533 The transport captain came to report.

The Kara Network is a really good thing. For these black cans who are holding Niraka base stations and selling them crazily across the galaxy, not only humans but even some alien races will choose to set up services.

Taking this opportunity, the reputation of Blackwatch began to spread gradually in a small area with the establishment of the Kara Network. The Internet Boy became the first impression of Blackwatch for all creatures in the galaxy.
Although the shape of the Nila terminal has a kind of brain-cramping beauty, this does not hinder its practical value, not to mention that this thing does not cost money, it is completely free of charge and can be installed at home. Only the matching terminal needs to be purchased separately.

As a truly fallen empire, the Eldar, who had lived in the Ark all their lives, were very satisfied with this new thing. Especially after the Blackwatch salesman said that this thing could effectively prevent Chaos pollution, they took out a large number of soul stones and purchased the VIP service installed on the terminal.

Apart from anything else, at least the ancestors of this group of pointy-eared creatures were rich. Compared with being able to effectively resist chaos pollution, soul stones are just soul stones, not the spiritual bones that are the core of the elves' production, and are not worth mentioning at all.

The Eldar were initially hostile to this group of Space Marines that suddenly appeared, and even fought with the Black Watch under the guidance of the prophecy, destroying the installed Niraki base stations.

During their contact, they discovered that this group of Space Marines called Blackwatch actually had many Eldar members within their legion, as well as a kind of mini-boys called Blacklight Elves.

This strange composition of the legion made the Eldar unanimously believe that they were a hybrid offspring. As for why they were so small, perhaps it was because of the problem of human gene neutralization. It was very likely that the first pair of crab-eating had a dwarf mother.

Under normal circumstances, the elves simply disdain to communicate with this group of bastards. Even their view of humans is that of a group of rude and barbaric monkeys. They always maintain their inexplicable absolute arrogance.

The reason for changing this view was a dispute caused by a black light elf named Maserati, who brought several companions to the Eldar Ark and ate and drank excessively, and finally paid with a strange mineral called psionic crystal.

As for the result? Anyway, the unknown small ark world was extinct, and the planet where it was docked was still roaming with a large number of Slaanesh demons and flesh pollution that could drive people crazy instantly. The reason for this phenomenon was that the black light elf named Maserati actually summoned Slaanesh himself and attracted a powerful god named the Lord of Black Light.

“Only shit!!!”

With this example in mind, almost all the Eldar gave up the idea of ​​robbing the Blacklight Elves, and no longer dared to stop the Blackwatch from setting up the Kara Network, and they were all singing and dancing.

Some Ark Eldar who specialized in the Mask of War (Note ①) made a 180-degree turn in their attitude and started doing business with the Blackwatch in exchange for the Psionic Crystals that could curb Chaos corruption.

Because they found that after installing the psionic crystal on their war mask, their second personality would become stronger! More domineering! Even after overcoming an inexplicable whisper, they could completely resist the gaze of Slaanesh.

However, these truly "flexible-minded" long-ears are still a minority after all. Most of the elves still adopt an attitude of ignorance and continue to maintain their inexplicable arrogance with tacit approval.

But when these long-eared people were enjoying the convenience of Kara's network and were about to open the terminal for some fun, a short five-second video caused a huge uproar among the entire Eldar. Especially after learning that their goddess of life was captured by the rebellious Primarch named Guilliman, they were extremely angry.

After looking at the two figures in the photo wearing the same blue clothes, the Great Prophet Aidalad became angry. He had never been so angry even on the day of destruction 30,000 years ago. Along with his anger came incomparable great sorrow:

"Goddess! You are our goddess of life, why did you abandon us and choose this humble human?"

"Damn you Guilliman! You are blaspheming God, I will beat you to death!"

Adalaad, who had been a charlatan all his life, was in tears. At this moment, his clever words that could fool the Council of Prophets could not convince his own heart, and he could not suppress the surging anger.

"Son of God? What Son of God? I don't acknowledge you!"

Looking at the Great Prophet who was crying and laughing and talking to himself in front of him, Cordelia Hearst, the Lord of the Ark, curled her lips and whispered to her true confidant Jacques who was looking puzzled:
“Don’t be fooled by this old guy. He was one of the high priests of the goddess of life. Now he is just an old bootlicker. Seeing that his white moonlight was taken away by a pig, he is going crazy.” “Then do we really have to fight the Second Empire?” Jacques, who was also a charlatan, had a miserable expression on his face. He perfectly suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth and even forced a tear out of the corner of his eye, highlighting the confidence and composure of the older generation of artists.

Cordelia did not speak, but nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said:

"The Black Watch has a close connection with that person, and those little creatures called Black Light Elves are even more untouchable. They might be the product of the affair between the Lord of Black Light and the Youngest Lady. This also means that we can't afford to mess with the Black Watch either.

But the Extreme Warriors are not Blackwatch. With our strength, we can launch a surprise attack and take back the Goddess of Life.

And from what I've observed, the Lord of Black Light is quite greedy for money. At most, he'll bleed once. Besides, don't you want the Eldar to be great again? This is the best chance for our Amotok Ark to regain power."

If a normal human heard this explanation, he would definitely curse these pointy-eared idiots, and would not even understand how such a view came about. Blackwatch is a member of the Second Empire. If you attack the Ultramarines, isn't that the same as attacking them?
But in the eyes of the Ark Eldar, who are in a weird city-state system, this view is completely correct. The vassal of the vassal is not my vassal. The Emperor of the Second Empire is Guilliman, so the Black Watch has no obligation to help the Ultramarines.

With this in mind, Jacques agreed to his lord's plan. Even at the moment of agreeing, he heard a voice in his mind saying to him:
"The path to salvation lies within! Go to Macragge and find it..."

He couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, but Jacques knew that this was the revelation given to him by the God of Laughter, and that going to Macragge was exactly the same as the rescue plan, which meant that even the gods agreed with them to snatch the Goddess of Life!

He quickly explained the news to his lord. After hearing it, Cordelia patted Jacques on the shoulder and praised him:
"See? Even the gods agree with my amazing wisdom. The day of Amotok's revival is today!"

"Hahahaha" ×2
The old prophet, startled by the piercing laughter, turned around and roared. He had just recalled the 14514th day when he first met the goddess of life, but it was ruined by these two bastards. He became even more irritable:
"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just remembered some happy things, but they are not important. Great Prophet, let's go rescue the goddess of life together!"

Rescue the goddess of life? This sentence hurt Eldalad. Since the arrival of Doomsday, he has tried countless times to save the goddess, but in the end, he failed without exception. He couldn't even attack the Nurgle Realm, and each time he suffered heavy casualties.

Because of this reason, even though he was the Great Prophet of the Council of Prophets, no Ark World was willing to accept him, so he could only stay in the pirate gang of Amotok.

No matter what he thought of Aidalad before, the old charlatan was extremely moved at this moment. He rushed over, hugged the two juniors, and shouted:

"My children, I was wrong about you. It turns out that you are the real hope of the empire! Don't worry, we will succeed this time. I have already made nine plans! Nine!"

Cordelia didn't expect the old man to be so flattering. Of course she wouldn't refuse. With the help of this elder, their chances of winning were greater and there was no possibility of losing at all.

As the plan became established, the Eldar fleet on the Craftworld of Amotrok began to assemble and rapidly advance through the Webway Gate towards the Second Imperium.

However, before the fleet entered the Webway Gate, a white-haired dwarf stranded on the Ark sent a piece of information and a photo to the distant Macragge through the Kara network:
"Holy Father, the Ark Eldar named Amotok is heading towards Macragge and is expected to arrive in 117 standard Terra hours. Follow-up intelligence is being collected, please pay attention and receive it at any time. The third intelligence collector is codenamed Pangolin."

Looking at the information sent by Maserati, Hogg rubbed Aisha's head and pointed at the Ark Lord that appeared on the terminal and said:
"Long time no see, my transport captain!"

Note ①: The war mask is not a specific piece of equipment, but a psychological technique that creates a second personality to distinguish the normal self from the wartime self. In essence, it is a substitute for one's original personality, which can be worn or discarded as needed. Some substitute personalities even give themselves a new name. It is considered a profession in the Eldar path, and can be understood as a flamethrower, commando, or even a special type of soldier in the Human Empire.

(End of this chapter)