"Arrogance? What race in the Known Universe can claim to be more arrogant than the Human Race? We are the most arrogant beings in the universe and there was no doubt about that. Some races are born gods, but we humans kill gods to usurp their transcendent status." Thoughts of Queen Visenya II Targaryen, observing the Aeldari race enter with arrogance.
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Inside a room in the Imperial Palace, tall, slender, and beautiful beings could be seen sitting on the sofa. The Aeldari Race greatly resembles humans, with only a few peculiarities, such as ears, brain, and other details.
Prince Yriel of Craftworld Iyanden, looked at his companion-in-arms and spoke in a solemn tone. "They won't accept our agreement."
Iyanna Arienal of Iyanden, known as the Angel of Iyanden, replied with an equally solemn tone. "We have something they want and they have something we want."
Yriel shook his head. "We don't have the initiative in this negotiation. We are like someone thirsty and lost in the desert asking for water from the master of an oasis."
"They will extort us as much as necessary." Concluded the High Admiral and Autarch Aeldari of Craftworld Iyanden. He might be a reckless general, but that doesn't mean he was a fool.
Iyanna remained silent for a moment before calmly replying. "Would you do differently if we were in their shoes?"
"No, but that's exactly why this negotiation has been in their favor from the beginning." Yriel replied with a heavy tone, but full of helplessness. Who would have imagined that one of the most powerful empires the Known Universe has ever seen would decay to the point of negotiating with a newly emerging race.
"If possible, I wanted to invade the Imperium of Humanity and plunder the Uru metal creation process, but we know that's impossible, especially with these powerful legions." Iyanna said with an equally helpless tone. Although the human race was young, not terribly young by galactic standards, it was extremely strong.
Remembering the Astartes, a rare solemnity appeared on Iyanna's beautiful face. "The Legions known as Astarte may not be psychically strong, but they have extremely powerful bodies."
How could Yriel not notice this? As a general, he felt a deep envy when he saw such powerful and equally disciplined soldiers. What general wouldn't dream of commanding such a legion?
"But the Primarchs are the real problems. Did you feel them?" Iyanna asked with a solemn and somber look. "They are like suns, even hundreds of light-years away, anyone who is psychically strong can feel them. Just thinking that there are twenty-two of these monsters shows how powerful this emerging race is."
However, Yriel thought completely the opposite. "Iyanna, it seems you are used to political intrigues and haven't seen the true power of the Imperium of Humanity."
"The Primarchs are powerful, but what is terrifying is the God Emperor of Humanity who can create as many Primarchs as he wants. That is the true power, the ability to create such extremely powerful beings infinitely."
Iyanna was silent for a moment, digesting his words, but nodded her head, showing a rare expression of apology. "It seems that spending too much time dealing with problems in the Craftworld makes me forget that true power is power."
"Other Craftworlds will arrive, whoever gets the Uru creation technology will stand out among the other Craftworlds of the five factions." Yriel said in a calm tone. There was a frightening glint in his eyes.
"Which ones?" Iyanna asked in an equally calm tone.
"The Craftworlds of Biel-Tan and Drukhari." Yriel replied, looking at Iyanna with a murderous gaze.
"Damn Drukhari, they dare to show themselves before us?" Iyanna slammed her hand on the table and the poor table simply collapsed from the force of her blow. The reason for the anger was simple, the rupture of the Aeldari Empire was due to extreme hedonism. Sex and more sex. If we count that as a percentage.
The Aeldari simply helped Slaanesh complete his gestation by 70%!
Hundreds of thousands of years of hedonism, this frightening number showed how crazy the Aeldari were.
After the Fragmentation of the Empire due to the civil war, all four factions trusted in the gods or tried to change, only the Drukhari remained the same, caring about nothing else.
"Who is the Drukhari emissary?" Iyanna asked with a cold and murderous tone.
"Lelith Hesperax." Yriel replied with a calm and deep tone.
"Asdrubael Vect is crazy to send that bitch as an emissary!" Iyanna exclaimed with a surprised and incredulous tone. Lelith Hesperax was just a gladiator who warmed the bed of the Drukhari archon of the Black Heart Cabal and the current supreme lord of the Dark City of Commorragh, Asdrubael Vect!
"I don't know either, but Asdrubael sent Lelith, the woman is not simply a bed toy of the archon." Yriel said, narrowing his eyes. Sending a gladiator was not a smart thing, but they were talking about Asdrubael, one of the oldest Aeldari still alive and also the most malevolent. If such a person were foolish, then there would be no intelligent people in the Known Universe.
Suddenly, a simply colossal psychic pressure made Iyanna's and Yriel's bodies almost kneel before this enormous pressure. Even so, they couldn't move and showed horrified expressions.
Both looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes. The sound of footsteps reached their ears, but they knew that the owner of those footsteps was incredibly far away.
"Damn, this monster." Iyanna said with a genuinely horrified tone. She didn't need to be a genius to know who this pressure belonged to.
God Emperor of Humanity.
In her senses, it seemed that a set of stars was walking, everything around was distorted, including time and space itself. Iyanna had no doubt that if the God Emperor of Humanity wanted, the planet below him would be destroyed.
Yriel didn't have thoughts as complicated as Iyanna, he simply thought that things had become extremely complicated. It was truly a god walking in the material world, such an absurdity was something he never thought he would witness.
Suddenly, as soon as the psychic pressure arrived, it disappeared, allowing Yriel and Iyanna to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Be careful when speaking, I don't want to be killed by your arrogance." Yriel said in a deep tone, as he got up from the sofa. He adjusted his armor and sighed.
"I know." Iyanna said with a sincere tone. She might be a little arrogant, but in front of such a powerful being, she was not stupid enough to think herself so important.
"Let's go." Yriel said with a cold and indifferent tone.
Iyanna nodded her head and followed beside Yriel, the entourage that was waiting outside the room straightened up and followed behind the heroes of his race.
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When Aenar entered the ballroom, his enormous size stood out above everyone else. With an impressive four and a half meters. However, wearing a simple red tunic and a golden lily crown around his white-gold hair, made him smaller and more accessible.
Behind him, Leda followed the Emperor with a cold expression and beside her, was Naerys, wearing a long white dress and a veil over her face. Both women followed the Emperor with calm and firm steps.
Aenar looked at everyone kneeling and didn't care, his gaze stopped on a girl he recognized. It was his first great-granddaughter, so he remembered the lively girl running through the imperial palace.
Extending his hand, he caressed her head and spoke as a father would speak to his daughter. "You have become a beautiful woman, Saera." He treated all his descendants with affection, even if he had never met them.
"Thank you, my Emperor." Saera replied with a respectful tone as she enjoyed the caresses on her head, like a cat enjoying its owner's caresses.
Aenar's gaze softened with the girl's words, his gaze fell on the girl beside Saera.
"You remind me of Val with a little mix of Sansa, Lyarra." Aenar spoke, knowing exactly who Lyarra was.
Lyarra, who was shocked by the Emperor personally, was even more shocked that she raised her head and looked directly at the Emperor.
She expected to be reprimanded for her rude behavior, but seeing the smile on the Emperor's lips and his nostalgic gaze, Lyarra knew she would not be punished and asked in a soft and gentle tone.
"I don't remember having met the Emperor."
"I held you at birth, Robb was so proud he wouldn't stop shouting in my ear. I almost slapped him." Aenar spoke with a majestic and strong tone, but with an amused tone.
Lyarra couldn't help but be embarrassed. Although she knew her grandfather loved her, she didn't expect him to invite the Emperor himself to her birth.
"Enjoy the party." Leaving these words, Aenar walked to his Ruby Throne. Before sitting down, he kissed the foreheads of his three wives and finally sat on his throne.
"You took your time, my Emperor." Daenerys said with a smile as she held Aenar's hand, enjoying feeling his warmth.
"I had some discussion with two guys who speak WAAAGH!" Aenar said with an amused tone, remembering the two primordial Orks.
Gork and Mork were definitely the most amusing duo he had ever seen in his life. Both Ork deities were simply living comedy. If you looked at them funny, they would kick you in the face without even a word.
Daenerys, Visenya, and Rhaenys couldn't help but be surprised by Aenar's laughter. It had been a long time since they had seen Aenar laugh so much. They began to get curious about these two Orks.
Suddenly, looking ahead, Aenar smiled. "It seems our guests have arrived."
As Aenar's words sounded, the herald spoke the long list of titles and names, soon three entourages with different cultures appeared in the ballroom.
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