Chapter 216: The Eldar's Plan
The Phalanx and the Imperial fleet began to fall back. The charging of the Blackstone Fortress required time, and the terrifying losses inflicted by the Phalanx had, for a time, made the Chaos fleet hesitate to advance. For a moment, the fleets of both sides entered a stalemate.
And in that moment of hesitation, the Imperial fleet and the Phalanx had already retreated within the orbital defense range of Cadia. The appearance of the Phalanx had bankrupted Abaddon's plan to conquer Cadia in one fell swoop.
But the advance of Chaos had not stopped. The advantage was still on Abaddon's side; the Phalanx was not invincible. Most importantly, Abaddon had not yet seen the weapon mentioned by the Four Gods... and even so, it had already brought so much trouble to his crusade. He no longer held any contempt for the existence of Lucan. He began to reorganize his forces.
And in the warp, the fleets of some of the Daemon Primarchs were also heading towards Cadia.
The Craftworld Eldar, who should have appeared at this juncture to help humanity, had not intervened in this war.
At this moment, in the domain of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change was clearly perceiving all the changes happening on Cadia. In His eyes, the gears of fate were turning at an incredible speed. Countless new threads of destiny began to appear before Him, and the old fates began to reconfigure. Possessing the portfolio of change, He was drawing strength from these threads of fate, and this power was repairing the damage He had suffered in His battle with the Emperor.
Tzeentch was the fastest to recover among the Four Gods. His power was even greater than before. But He who craved change felt no joy at this increase in power. A portion of the endless threads that represented Himself, or the fate of the entire galaxy, were now showing changes He did not want to see. A force was eroding these threads. Although the speed was slow, it was real, and it was constantly accelerating at a minute rate. These threads, which should have led to an endless future, now seemed to have an end.
Tzeentch knew what this meant. As gods in the warp, they should exist in the past, present, and future. Their fate should have no end. As long as intelligent life was not extinguished and the warp still existed, they would continue to exist forever. But this eternal law had now met with an accident. Although the future was full of change and could not be completely predicted, and no one knew what would happen until the very end, the existence of even a one in a hundred million chance was terrifying enough.
Tzeentch had never stopped trying to predict the existence of this Lucan. He could not see the thread of Lucan's own fate, but He could find some related clues from the creatures that belonged to the Warhammer world.
"Master! I have seen it! I have seen the son of the Anathema awaken! I saw a void in the future beside him! It must be related to that unknown existence that will destroy everything!" Kairos's two heads said excitedly to Tzeentch. Every prediction about Lucan caused him extreme pain.
"Will the Emperor's son return to the galaxy with the help of that unknown existence?"
The Four Gods had never stopped their search for Lucan's true form. On Cadia, they had only found the projection of Lucan's special power, but not Lucan himself. If it were just the return of a single Primarch, it would not have worried Tzeentch. For the Four Gods, there was even a chance to corrupt him as well, turning the Emperor's efforts into another powerful weapon in their own hands.
Although Lucan would not be reflected in fate, the wings of this butterfly he had flapped had affected others. A massive force of destiny, far greater than a Primarch should have, was now surrounding him.
"It is a risk... and also an opportunity. Perhaps there is a chance to kill the Primarch along with him!"
The Imperium of Man now had a huge variable. The gods of the warp did not want humanity to be truly destroyed. In the entire galaxy, there was no race with a larger population and sufficient emotional capacity as humanity. But at the same time, they did not want humanity to be too strong. Tzeentch did not want the Emperor to have another weapon in His hand.
Countless hidden agents buried in the Ultima Segmentum were activated. The activity of heretical cults skyrocketed. And the Black Legion was not the only massive force that could be mobilized in the warp.
However, they did not know that Lucan's movements were even faster than they had imagined. At this moment, Lucan was already heading towards the Ultima Segmentum with the Custodes.
And it was not only the Chaos Gods who had this idea.
In a section of the Webway known only to the Harlequins, several Troupes had gathered, a rare occurrence. These Harlequins were also watching the war happening on Cadia. They were surprised that humanity had reached a stalemate with Chaos. The state of this war was not as they had originally imagined.
The news of Craftworld Kholor's destruction had been spread by the survivors to the various Craftworlds, and the Harlequins had also learned of this heartbreaking news.
"Another of the remaining Craftworlds has been completely destroyed. The number of our kin has been sharply reduced again. We should not provide any more help to humanity. The destruction of Kholor should be a warning to us! While humanity and Chaos are at war, we should gather our strength to destroy that existence that should not be in this world," Lemire said to the Harlequins before him.
But his words were not met with the approval of all the Eldar. The Harlequins present were also saddened by the demise of Kholor. But although the various Harlequin Troupes all believed in the same god, their philosophies and ways of doing things were very different.
The Eldar's hatred for Chaos was even greater than humanity's. For some of the Harlequins present, if their actions caused Chaos to ultimately achieve victory and the Eye of Terror to expand, it would only bring more serious consequences. The human who had destroyed Kholor needed to be eliminated, but not now. If their actions led to a victory for Chaos, it was not something they wanted to see.
However, they still did not know that Lucan's Protoss would also devour the souls of the Eldar, just like Slaanesh. If they had known, they probably would not have had any hesitation. In their eyes, the action against Kholor and the existence of this new race, the Protoss, was just the Mongorte Dynasty's retaliation for Kholor's funding of the pirates and their attacks.
The Farseers among the Harlequin Troupes each expressed their own opinions, but no unified consensus was reached.
Lemire looked at the other Harlequins. Under his mask, he did his best to suppress his anger. It had been a long time since he had felt such a strong emotion after becoming a Harlequin.
"Lemire, that human needs to be eliminated, but Chaos is also our mortal enemy. We need balance! The Eldar are not yet ready for the final act. We still need to reveal the importance of the Blackstone constructs on Cadia to those humans! The expansion of the Eye of Terror does not suit the current needs of the Eldar."
"Sylandri, I know what you mean! But at the very least, you should no longer assist the Ynnari in helping the humans resurrect their gene-primarch. You all know the prophecy that the great Cegorach has revealed to us, what a terrifying future that human faction in the Expanse will bring. And the Imperium already has one terrifying weapon. Once the gene-primarch is resurrected again, the strength of those monkeys will destroy this balance!"
Hearing Lemire's words, Sylandri also fell into deep thought. But a prophecy was a prophecy. The Eldar also knew very well that prophecies were not completely accurate; prophecies could change. Then she said, "Perhaps we can use the gene-primarch and the true purpose of the Blackstone Fortresses to negotiate with those humans. We all know how important that primarch is to humanity. Instead of letting our kin fight our kin, it would be better to use humanity's own strength to deal with that human. Or, using other races to deal with humanity is better than us acting ourselves. The strength of the Craftworld Eldar is too scattered, the Exodites are stubbornly staying on their planets, and do any of you have the confidence to make Vect of the Dark Eldar fully assist us? He is a pure careerist. In his heart, there is only his own power."
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