Corax turned his head once.
His eyes swept over the people, then quickly looked away.
The Primarch's figure shook and Corax turned his head again.
The Eldar around him noticed something was wrong with the Primarch, and the aliens looked to Corax, asking if he had any questions.
Corax's eyes were glued to the nobles who were dressed in luxurious clothes. People were praying devoutly with their heads bowed, but at this time the "Pluto" in their mouths was replaced by "Fool".
They prayed so faithfully, so intently - that they were able to completely ignore the fact that a living Primarch stood before them.
These people were brought in by the Eldar as bait to attract the attention of the Lord of the Order of Silence.
Not only the nobles, but among those people, the Primarch keenly saw the attire of the psykers.
Corax's gaze paused.
[…Where did you find these people? ]
The Primarch asked softly,
[I mean, how did you... get them to believe?]
“It’s very simple”
The Eldar said calmly, "The Merciful One is generous enough. We just selected these human nobles in advance and told them that there will be a catastrophe, and only it will be the antidote."
The Eldar looked at the nobles.
"They are the last survivors of their planet, which has been swallowed by the Youngest Lady - and it was their faith that saved their lives."
It is not difficult to establish a small organization with the help of powerful people, and the elves do not need to instill enough faith in their hearts. They just need to know that the "Fools" exist.
When the Star Torch went out and the real disaster came, those who were able to survive naturally held on to the only path of faith.
Therefore, it did not take much effort for the Eldar to gain human believers who were devout believers of the Fool, and their beliefs had been proven to attract the attention of the Fool.
After hearing what the Eldar said, Corax, who had understood all of this, spoke slowly.
[Summon it here—requires certain conditions?]
The Eldar looked at the Primarch, his eyes flickering beneath the mask.
"As of now,"
The Eldar said, "If you want to call it to come, there are only two conditions. First, you must have a soul; second, you must call it by its name."
"The more powerful the soul, the easier it is to attract its attention; the more devout the believer, the easier it is to receive its response."
Then, the Eldar sneered.
"You don't have to worry at all... We are sure that the Primarch's soul has a strong attraction to it. You only need to say that word-"
The hull shook violently, interrupting the Eldar's words. Corax heard the nobles behind him exclaiming in surprise. The Primarch silently dropped his hand to the power whip at his waist.
The raid has begun, and the Eldar's actions are quite simple and crude. The raiding ships in the front will cut through the outer ships of the Emperor's Children fleet like sharp daggers, and then send the "ammunition compartments" in, into the heart of the Emperor's Pride.
After successfully arriving at the Pride of the Emperor, the Eldar will use short-distance psychic teleportation to send some of the bait into the altar, while others will choose to sneak in.
During this time, all Eldar participating in the raid have the power to pray to the Fool.
For the elves, the key to success lies in summoning the [Fools] in time and making sure to attract most of the [Fools]'s attention here.
Corax listened to the prayers of the nobles behind him.
Human bait… the Primarch thought, are these Eldar worried that they won't be able to attract the Master of the Order of Silence
The Primarch suddenly found it absurd and ridiculous that gods existed, humans had their own gods, and the aliens were trying to pray to humans' gods.
These three facts made Corax feel so helpless that he felt like he was in his craziest dream.
But he needs to immediately accept this crazy reality and take his own action.
The Primarch's keen hearing picked up the explosions outside the cabin. He heard the conversations between the Eldar, and Corax counted silently in his mind. If the Eldar's actions went smoothly, then they would be here soon.
Corax silently memorized the summoning [Word] in his heart. The Primarch despised himself for such an act, but if it could really save his life - and at the same time prevent him from becoming like that...
… There’s nothing wrong with that.
For those who choose to believe the words of the Eldar, there is nothing to fear in being swallowed up by their own gods in a single act.
After all, they had once been on the fallen planet and had already experienced true fear and chaos. They had lost their relatives and families to Slaanesh and were ready to devote themselves to a greater existence.
The Primarch waited quietly. He had already made his own plan to just rob a ship and leave. This was not his battlefield.
If Fulgrim is truly irredeemable - then let him fall.
Corax could only hope that the Eldar's actions were successful, and that his brother could be saved from true suffering.
… Corax was silent, but then something occurred to the Primarch, and a feeling of uneasiness crept up his soul like the omnipresent, vague darkness, making him sick.
[…Have there been any successful examples of your actions before? ]
The Primarch whispered. The Eldar beside him were obviously preparing for the next battle. The Eldar glanced at the Primarch.
“We never do anything unnecessary.”
The Eldar said, adjusting the power sword at his waist.
"We are not the first. Similar things have happened more than once in this galaxy. Similar dramas have already occurred, big or small."
Corax knew what he had realized.
[…]
The Primarch remained silent for a long time, his completely black pupils staring at the Eldar in front of him. The Eldar seemed puzzled by the Primarch's sudden silence. He raised his face with a funny mask and stared at the Primarch.
[Assume that]
Corax's voice always sounded filled with sadness, and the Primarch always seemed pessimistic.
The "god" you are targeting knows your hatred for Him.
The Primarch paused and emphasized his tone.
[And this has happened many times—I don’t know how many times, but it has happened.]
Corax saw sadly that a look of panic flashed in the eyes of the Eldar opposite him for a moment, but the next moment, they had completely arrived at their destination. The rapidly moving ship suddenly crashed into the Pride of the Emperor, and inertia threw everyone out.
This further strengthened Corax's determination to escape directly.
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On the Emperor's Pride, Fulgrim, who was lying lazily in layers of silk, raised his eyes lazily. The servants who were applying makeup to the Primarch put down their makeup products in panic.
[…Enemy attack?]
Fulgrim spoke slowly. Lucius in front of him was obviously a little anxious. The Primarch smiled gently, his face like a goddess of beauty, and signaled his offspring to relax.
Don’t worry,
Fulgrim said, "Let them in. At my coronation, I will personally water our glory with the blood of the invaders."
Lucius responded and immediately hurried out to make the arrangements. For some reason, he keenly saw a kind of expectation in Fulgrim's expression.
Watching Lucius go away, Fulgrim lay on his side between the bed curtains. He happily looked at himself in the mirror hung with gold thread. As if satisfied, he lowered the mirror and yawned.
[continue,]
The Primarch ordered the mortals to continue sculpting him, with an unstoppable smile on his face.
[The only time—this is the only time, I will face all this with the best attitude. ]
His chest trembled and the Primarch let out a sigh of satisfaction, as if excited for what was about to happen next.
No, I need to review today.
(End of this chapter)