The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The other contents of the armistice treaty, compared to the three terms of admitting fault, ceding territory, and paying reparations, were not so glaring. For example, prohibiting colonization within a star sector around the Lyranthian Kingdom, requiring permission from the royal court for navigation, etc., were already minor matters.

After these were said, most Ethereals were visibly about to "explode," and even the Fire Warriors piloting battlesuits were gritting their teeth in anger, raising their weapons. Fortunately, their obedience to the Ethereals restrained their inner anger, otherwise these Arakene would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

An'khi gripped the handle of his honor blade tighter than ever, but he still restrained the rising anger in his heart, repeating the mind-calming prayer to force himself to calm down.

Then he strode forward three steps, and said in a steady and loud voice:

"The Arakene, who claim to be free people, when did they become servants of others?"

The other party let out a sneer, and her gentle voice became a little sharp.

"Forced by you inferior races!"

"Then if we abandon our military operations against you, are you willing to break away from them?"

"It's too late to say this now. Don't you claim that the Greater Good is the supreme truth every day? Then see if the Greater Good can save you this time!"

Saying that, she changed the subject.

"By the way, His Highness the Phoenix King has something to return to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a group of spindle drones dragged a huge anti-gravity platform out of the cabin. It was almost the size of a Hammerhead, covered with black velvet cloth like a small mountain. When it was put down, the Arakene envoy walked aside, chuckled, and suddenly tore off the velvet cloth.

"Damn it!"

"Oh, Greater Good——"

In an instant, roars and screams rose one after another. On that anti-gravity platform, hundreds of heads were densely piled up, all of them high-ranking Fire Caste officers with wide eyes, and the one on top was the highest commander of the Fire Caste in this military operation.

An'khi sighed helplessly, waved his arm, and then turned around.

"Then go back and tell your Phoenix King that the people of Ke'shan can only be killed, not humiliated! We would rather be shattered jade than a complete tile!"

"Hehe, that's great. I want to see you thrown into space like dust, just like you destroyed our homes and crushed our hatching cocoons in the past!"

After speaking, the Arakene envoy and the Eldar guards turned and walked back to the Vampire Raider.

When the Eldar transport plane took off, An'khi, who had taken a step, suddenly became unsteady, as if he was swaying from the airflow, and he almost didn't hold the honor blade in his hand. Other Ethereals immediately stepped forward to support him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just, so many civilians, warriors..."

An'khi's voice was weak and desperate, and then he was supported back to a temporary rest hall near the square.

"The other party sent Arakene people here, they didn't intend to negotiate at all, they just wanted to humiliate us."

Sitting on the sofa, An'kor's voice also carried a deep sense of despair. It should be known that this kind of emotion rarely appears on the Ethereals. They always appear in front of other castes with the most positive, wisest, and calmest image.

But this does not mean that they really don't have any negative emotions.

The Ethereal in charge of the Water Caste also sighed:

"That's right, even if we agree, they won't abide by it. The enemy just wants to embarrass us. This is not a negotiating posture at all."

"Then let's fight them!"

An'lu slammed the ground hard with his honor blade.

"Let them see Ke'shan's unyielding backbone!"

At this moment, the screen in the hall suddenly lit up, and then a picture appeared. The magnificent fleet, like a mythical object, led by the Void Butterfly, had arrived near the planet. The surrounding transport ships immediately started their engines and fled in all directions like frightened fish, but fortunately, the other party did not attack the transport ships evacuating civilians.

However, the Eldar's incredible butterfly-shaped flagship still gave the Ethereals on the scene a deep shock.

"They came so fast..."

"Venerables!"

A Fire Caste commander rushed in.

"Enemy ships have appeared in orbit, please immediately enter the underground shelter to take refuge!"

No one spoke, the Ethereals were all looking at the screen, because they knew it was meaningless.

"I'll go."

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded. They turned their heads and saw that An'ke had already stood in front of An'khi at some point.

An'khi was stunned for a moment, and then asked:

"Go where?"

"To see the Phoenix King."

"An'ke..."

An'ke took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve, put it on the table next to him, and said lightly:

"That contains records of all my property, including my works over the years, and a few pots of flowers. If I don't come back, please distribute them to my disciples on my behalf. In addition, the cottage where I live in the valley will be turned into a public rest area for passers-by to rest and stay, and the fields I cultivate will be distributed to nearby residents."

An'khi picked up the thin "will", wanting to say something, but felt like something was blocking his throat.

The other party is going with the determination to die!

Before An'khi could speak, An'ke had already turned around and said to the Fire Caste commander:

"Prepare a Manta, without any guards. I'll leave after I change my clothes."

The Fire Caste commander was stunned for a moment, then looked at An'khi. Only after the latter nodded slightly did he respond and turn around to run quickly to the control hangar.

According to convention, the T'au sent a meeting request to the Eldar fleet, but the other party did not respond. After waiting for ten minutes, and sending three consecutive meeting requests, An'ke asked the pilot to take off directly and head towards the other party's flagship.

This is a very dangerous thing. It is easy to attract the other party's attack by approaching in an armed transport plane without receiving a response.

The Air Caste pilot, for the safety of this Ethereal, kept persuading An'ke not to worry and wait a little longer, but An'ke just asked the other party to take off.

Under the absolute authority of the Ethereal, they could only start the Manta's engine, quickly break through the atmosphere, and head straight for the Eldar's Tears of Paradise fleet.

Looking at the magnificent and strange fleet in front of them, the two Manta pilots were a little frightened, but they were not worried about their own lives, they were worried about the Ethereal in the cockpit who was going to break into the enemy ship alone.

But worry was useless. The moment they entered orbit, they entered the attack range of the other party's weapons.

However, what was surprising was that the other party did not react at all, as if they had not seen the aircraft. Even when the Manta approached the Void Butterfly, the other party took the initiative to fly out a fighter plane to guide it to the fighter plane parking area.

But from beginning to end, the Eldar did not make any communication responses, everything was completed in each other's silence——