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"It seems like you don't thank us very much." Ryan walked up to Morgana and looked down at the Phoenix Lord of the Dark Death Tribe.
Morgana raised his head, his eyes as fierce as a ghost, but other than his eyes, he did not show any hostile movements or emotions. Instead, he nodded very hard, intending to express that he was really grateful.
"Why don't you take off your helmet?" Ryan looked at the other Eldar people.
Eldar remove their helmets or masks when expressing positive emotions such as appreciation or gratitude.
The most common image of the Prophet Uslan is holding a scepter in his right hand and holding his helmet in his left hand.
This is not because he wants to show off his handsome face, but because he really needs to show his respect for others by showing his true colors.
From a personal standpoint, Ryan doesn't need the Eldar aliens to respect him, he doesn't care, but he came to the rescue not because he likes these aliens, but because he needs the Otansa people to serve as guides in the upcoming expedition.
As the Warmaster, he must see the respect of the aliens who will participate in the expedition, because it involves whether they will obey in the future.
"We can't take off our helmets." The warrior who spoke for Morgan La spoke again.
Morgan La on the side nodded repeatedly.
Ryan knocked on his helmet with two small wings and repeated: "Take off the helmet."
"Forget it, they..." Qin Mo knew why the Otansa people were unwilling to take off their helmets, and he wanted to persuade Ryan.
But before Qin Mo finished speaking, Mo Ganla, the Phoenix Lord, took off his helmet first.
The Eldar present took off their helmets one by one.
Ryan looked at these Eldar people in surprise.
They no longer looked the same as their relatives, looking as pale and haggard as corpses.
Just by looking at them, Ryan, as a human, knew that these guys were not normal.
Even the Dark Eldar couldn't possibly look this... lifeless.
Seeing these lifeless faces, Ryan almost instantly regretted his decision to help these Otansa people.
They don't look normal.
That Phoenix Lord was not normal at all.
"We come on behalf of the Imperium of Man."
Qin Mo spoke to Moganla, and his voice reached the ears of every Otansa person.
"I am the master of a star region with five hundred and forty-four worlds."
"And the man next to me is the unique war commander in the human empire."
Hearing Qin Mo's words "a unique war commander", a smile appeared on Ryan's face hidden under his helmet.
Ryan is a real smooth-talking donkey who takes soft things but not hard ones.
Normally, Qin Mo would not bother to talk to Ryan, but now everyone is fighting side by side, and the relationship is really difficult to maintain and is too tense.
"We are here to lend a helping hand on behalf of your relatives. We hope you can join the war against the Eye of Terror. Together, we will permanently close the scar of this real universe!"
Qin Mo continued.
When they heard the words "war against the Eye of Terror", those Eldar people who understood human language were surprised to translate it to their compatriots around them, and then all the Eldar people looked at their most respected leader, Moganla.
"A war to permanently close the Eye of Terror?" The man who spoke for Morgana looked at Ryan, "Are you the commander in chief of this war?"
Ryan nodded.
"For you to drive!"
"You didn't even ask your boss for his opinion."
Seeing an ordinary Eldar making a decision for his Phoenix Lord, Ryan looked at Morgana.
Morgana nodded.
It seems that the Phoenix Lord, who cannot speak due to his soul injury, did not choose randomly to speak for him. Maybe the two of them have established a spiritual link, or maybe his mouthpiece really knows him too well.
"But we have to find a way to get out of here first." Ryan looked at Qin Mo, "I can't use teleportation to take away so many people. Can you think of a way?"
"Transmit in batches, slowly." Qin Mo glanced at all the Spiritual Races present.
There were nearly a thousand survivors. Ryan teleported twenty of them at a time, and after a few more attempts, he took them all away.
Maybe Ryan is becoming more and more proficient in controlling his teleportation skills, and is transmitting faster and faster.
"You really think highly of me." Ryan didn't want to teleport slowly, because he could clearly feel the heavy pressure the teleportation put on his body and spirit.
"We can't abandon the Craftworld." Morgana's substitute spoke for him again, "But we do have a way to leave here without abandoning the Craftworld."
After saying that, Moganla took the lead and walked away.
The Phoenix Lord passed through the corpses of Chaos Space Marines, through the battlefields where extremely fierce battles broke out, and finally came to an open area with a pentagram pattern.
Morgan stretched out her hand, and a pillar rose from the center of the five-pointed star pattern.
Judging from the large number of corpses of Chaos Space Marines lying dead near the pentagram pattern, the human traitors obviously know a lot about the Arkworld of Otansa and deployed a large number of defensive forces near the pentagram during the attack to avoid The Otansans ran away.
In front of the pillar rising in the center of the five-pointed star pattern, Morgana knelt on one knee and stretched out her hand towards the pillar.
It's like praying, asking for something.
Then the pillar released the cold power of death.
It was not a concrete power, but a burst of white fluctuations spreading around the cylinder. People nearby could clearly feel the sadness of the withering of all things.
"Inad, the supreme god of death, please lead us out of this cursed land."
"Just like it was a thousand years ago."
Morgan La's mouth was like an external organ of the Phoenix Lord, and he spoke in an extremely timely manner.
Then the illusory image of the Eldar Death God Enard appeared in front of the pillar. It raised its hand slightly, and the entire Ark World left the vicinity of the fat man's planet Orisu and the demon world of Slaanesh in an instant.
In just a blink of an eye, the Arkworld appeared in front of the Golden Expedition Fleet.
Ryan looked at the golden expedition fleet outside the dome and sighed: "It seems that saving these aliens was not in vain."
"Inad is indeed more reliable than other spirit gods." Qin Mo also sighed.
Brothers, I'm still a little tired today. I'm afraid I won't be able to write seven chapters. Let's divide it into six chapters for today and tomorrow. I'll post four chapters first and two more chapters later.
Chapter 699 Blessing of Enad
A human empire transport ship sailed towards the suddenly appeared craft world of Otansa.
Before Qin Mo and Ryan, who were still lamenting Enade's reliability, reminded them, Phoenix Lord Moganla had already given orders to others through his own mouth, asking them to help the transport ship dock inside the Arkworld and then go to meet the allies.
Then a large transport plane flew into the dome and parked in a large open space.
"I don't want him to be in the limelight, but it's better for him to handle matters regarding the Eldar." Ryan mumbled as he walked towards the transport plane.
"Who is there?" The spirit tribe speaking for Mo Ganla asked Qin Mo, who was obviously better at communicating.
"Regent of the Human Empire." Qin Mo replied.
Morgana nodded and followed Ryan's steps towards the transport plane.
The hatch opened, and a large group of people slowly walked out.
The Imperial Regent Primarch Guilliman, his Eldar allies, two high-ranking members of the Death Army, Evrenée and Uthlan, and a large group of entourage who clearly looked like members of the Ecclesiarchy.
Mathieu, the war apostle and the regent's fanatical follower, was among them.
He did not die in the Plague War, and Guilliman asked him to spend the rest of his life to atone for his instigation of Sister Parmenio to rob the young living saint during the Plague War.
"Lord of Tyrone."
After seeing Qin Mo, Mathieu greeted Qin Mo with his mouth, and then bowed and saluted from a distance.
Qin Mo thought that Mathieu would ignore him, after all, he was a disbeliever...
With his current attitude, it is obvious that he still has no intention of giving up on preaching.
In addition, Mathieu only greeted him with his mouth instead of coming over directly. This was because Guilliman was present.
A few years ago, the Primarch had grabbed Mathieu by the neck, who had once again sneaked away to preach in Tyron and was politely invited out, and warned him not to spread his fanatical beliefs among the Lord of Tyron and his people, otherwise he would be destroyed. Throw Mathieu into the Dungeon of Terra and let the heretics in the dungeon kill him.
This warning was ten thousand times more effective than Guilliman's direct threat to kill Mathieu himself.
Mathieu restrained himself a lot.
After greeting Qin Mo from a distance, Mathieu left the transport plane and took the priest of the state religion in a large circle to the corpses of the Chaos Space Marines under the dome.
The priests held various religious objects, loudly preached the gospel of the God-Emperor under the confused eyes of the Eldar, and burned the corpses of the Chaos Space Marines.
"Grice!"
"Come here, Grace!"
Morgana's mouthpiece suddenly spoke in Guilliman's direction.
Then, behind Efreni, the prophet of death, a cat-like familiar jumped out and rushed towards Morgana happily.
Morgana glared fiercely at the demon pet who was inseparable from Eveleni. His eyes were fierce but his movements were gentle. He knelt down and stroked Grace's fur.
"We meet again, Lord Phoenix." Everene walked forward, squatted beside Grace, and stroked the fur of her demon pet with Morgan La.
"Do you know each other?" Guilliman was surprised and delighted.
Evrené clamored to follow, but Guilliman didn't want to take her. The reason was that the Death Army was actually unpopular within the Eldar, because people in the Craftworld generally felt that the Death Army would bring about a complete catastrophe for the Eldar. 's demise.
The craftworld of Otansa is also likely to be hostile to the Death Army.
But Evrene insisted on coming, and said that she would definitely be able to do something to help Guilliman.
Now it turns out that Efreni is really not here to be unhappy.
"It's more than just acquaintance." Everene picked up Grace and told the regent about her past with Otanza's Ark.
Grace, the cat-like familiar who is inseparable from Eveleni, was originally a member of the Ark of Otanza.
Efreni once conducted a joint operation with the Ark of Otansa, which had lost contact for 10,000 years and suddenly appeared, to find one of the five old woman's swords in an old woman's world in the Eye of Terror.
A female war witch from the Ark of Otanza participated in the battle with her magic pet. After her death, she entrusted the magic pet to Efreni. The magic pet entrusted to her was Grace, whom Efreni loved very much.
Guilliman was not interested in these little things between the Eldar. He immediately asked the Phoenix Lord Morganla: "The ones who entrusted us to rescue you were the Veil Walker and the Death Prophet beside me. They said that if you are rescued, you will definitely join..."
Morgana looked at Guilliman.