The Webway was a strange dimension independent of both the Warp and the real universe, like an intricate, labyrinthine maze.
Its primary use was to isolate the Warp and enable low-cost faster-than-light travel.
Built by the Old Ones, who had long since perished in the War in Heaven, this ancient legacy was now inherited by the Aeldari.
Though the Aeldari had long since lost the technology to recreate or repair the Webway on a large scale,
the surviving Webway still allowed them to conduct safe faster-than-light travel through most regions of the galaxy.
Aeldari vessels shaped from wraithbone, their lines smooth and brimming with artistry, silently shuttled through the passages filled with white mist.
The ships stirred the hazy fog, leaving behind fleeting eddies in their wake.
The Webway changed at every moment. Without the relevant knowledge, anyone who rashly barged in would very likely become lost within it forever.
Daqi, who had just boarded the ship, found everything inside very novel.
Like a child who had received a new toy, he hopped and skipped through the corridors of differing styles, rummaging through boxes.
Even if the boxes could not yield special items, he still had to rummage through them, or else his hands would itch.
Unlike the ships of the Imperium of Man, whose style emphasized steel, sanctity, and grandeur,
the creations of the Aeldari reflected elegance, nature, and some indescribable spirituality everywhere.
“It’s so realistic.”
Daqi’s fingers brushed over the cold wraithbone wall, which bore fine subtle patterns, and he could not stop marveling.
This game, the Warhammer universe, truly handled every detail perfectly.
After wandering for a while, Daqi arrived at the bridge.
The Living Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Greyfax, and the others, as well as the Aeldari seers led by Yvraine, were all here.
His arrival drew everyone’s gaze.
The gazes from the Aeldari side were generally filled with doubt, curiosity, and unconcealable confusion.
Among them, Eldrad, the Farseer of Craftworld Ulthwé, was the most bewildered.
He exhausted all the knowledge he possessed and employed all manner of secret arts, attempting to glimpse this unfamiliar human’s true fate.
However, all he could see was an endless mist that blocked all attempts at probing.
What made him even more uneasy was that the appearance of this mysterious human was like a massive stone cast into the long river of fate, stirring up unpredictable ripples.
Castellan Creed, who should have died heroically on the battlefield of Cadia,
and the Emperor’s Champion Galain, who was destined to perish on the ice-and-snow world of Klelaras,
were now both miraculously alive.
Not only had their fated trajectories been forcibly reversed, but the possibilities of their futures had also become unobservable and unpredictable.
This fellow of unknown origin was, in some incomprehensible way, imperceptibly distorting and reshaping the fates of everyone around him.
“Could all of this… be Tzeentch’s scheme?”
In the galaxy, the only one who could twist fate was that evil god whose name could not be spoken directly.
Other than that, Eldrad truly could not think of a second answer.
At the same time, deep within the bizarre and ever-changing Crystal Labyrinth of the Warp,
Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, was huffing and puffing as he wove countless threads of fate, taking endless delight in displaying his wicked sense of humor to mortal beings.
At that very moment, on a certain world, Khorne’s followers were about to break through the Imperial defenders and offer an entire world to the Blood God through endless slaughter.
Just as victory was within sight, an Imperial fleet that had been lost in the depths of the Warp since the thirty-seventh millennium was pushed by an invisible hand and appeared in the planet’s orbit.
Sensing that something was wrong, the Imperial fleet immediately carried out an orbital bombardment on the surface, sending all of Khorne’s followers flying into the heavens.
“Kek! Kek! Kek!”
Hearing the wails and grief-stricken fury of the dead, Tzeentch was in an exceptionally good mood and could not help letting out a low, cold laugh.
On the other side, Khorne, seated upon the Brass Throne, saw his followers being toyed with in such a manner, and a furious rage swept through his entire domain.
The Blood God immediately bestowed powerful blessings upon the Bloodletters and Bloodthirsters under his command and roared himself hoarse.
“Hack that blue-feathered birdman to death for me!”
Tzeentch paid no mind to the uproar outside the Crystal Labyrinth. In any case, that brute with nothing but muscles in his brain could not fight his way in.
Let that fellow indulge in his impotent rage all he wanted.
Just as Tzeentch was enthusiastically preparing to weave the fate of the next unlucky soul, the warp and weft of fate, formed from the materialization of countless possibilities, suddenly cracked open without warning, fine fissures splitting across it one after another.
It was as though it would completely collapse in the next second, yet in the very next instant, it returned to normal.
Tzeentch: …………
What the hell is going on??
“Could it have been Khorne, that muscle-brained fool?? Is he trying to smash fate itself apart?”
……
On the bridge, Daqi, utterly unaware of the turbulence in the Warp, was hopping and skipping through the crowd.
Celestine, Greyfax, Archmagos Cawl, and the other high-ranking Imperial figures all saluted him one after another.
After the previous battles, they were certain that Daqi was the Emperor’s emissary, someone who had come specifically to save them. Thus, they treated Daqi with great respect.
Daqi walked up to Yvraine, above whose head floated a golden question mark, and opened her information panel.
【Yvraine, Aeldari Seer, Emissary of the God of the Dead, ally of Roboute Guilliman, Regent Consort of the Imperium of Man, designated stepmother of the Ultramarines】
“Is there anything you need me to help you with?” Daqi asked expectantly.
Yvraine frowned, looking at this human before her whose behavior was so strange.
“You seem not to have told me yet…”
“Skip, skip,” Daqi shouted. “What’s my quest?”
“I would like…”
“Skip…”
Yvraine had originally wanted to ask for some information, but the other party kept shouting “skip,” leaving her quite speechless.
The Visarch, standing at the side, placed his hand on the hilt of the Sword of Silent Screams, Asuvar, ready to act at any moment.
Galain’s eyes narrowed slightly, his hand resting on the grip of his bolt pistol.
If the other side dared to make a move against that nameless angel of the Emperor, then he would not be polite either.
Eldrad reached out, grabbed the Visarch’s hand, and when the other looked at him, shook his head, signaling him not to be impulsive.
“Can you bring about an alliance between us and the Imperium?” Yvraine asked tentatively.
【Quest: Bring about an alliance between the Imperium of Man and the Ynnari.
The Great Rift of the galaxy has torn the entire galaxy apart, and the threat of Chaos is imminent. This is a threat that all races must face. Please help Yvraine, the divine emissary of the God of the Dead, form an alliance with the soon-to-be-revived son of the Emperor—Roboute Guilliman.
Quest rewards: 2000 EXP, 2000 points, Poké Ball *5】
Poké Balls?
Could it be that he could even catch Pokémon in the Warhammer universe??
Interesting!!
Imagining himself throwing out a Poké Ball and catching a daemon like a Pokémon felt thrilling just to think about.
Daqi nodded. “I will help you.”
Having accepted the quest, Daqi walked over to the Emperor’s Champion Galain, who had a green exclamation mark above his head.
After opening the information panel, a prompt said that he could improve weapon specialization and swordsmanship.
“Honored angel of the Emperor.” Galain did not know Daqi’s name, so he could only address him by this title.
“Can you teach me swordsmanship?” Daqi asked.
Galain smiled. “It would be my honor. If possible, let us find a place, and I will teach you earnestly.”
With that, the Emperor’s Champion led two battle-brothers out of the bridge, and Daqi hopped and skipped along behind them.
“Just what is that fellow’s origin?”
Melinio from Craftworld Biel-Tan watched Daqi leave and asked Eldrad and the other kin beside him.
Unfortunately, no one could give him an answer.