The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After being mocked by the pampered cat Garfield, Roquim's expression immediately became a bit awkward, but he couldn't lash out, so he could only answer with a guilty conscience:

"Ahem, Sister-Queen, I, Roquim, am also a respectable figure in the Star Phantoms, so naturally, I can't embarrass our Chapter Master, my good brother."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the stalwart figure who remained motionless.

A soft snort came from behind the curtain, followed by a deep male voice laced with anger.

"You like to act so much, how about I let you go to Terra to act next time? Or I'll set up a stage for you on Cadia and see if you can provoke Abaddon to come out and beat you up."

"Hehe, that I... I picked up this script in the Maelstrom, picked it up. I stated beforehand that it's just for acting and doesn't represent true history."

"Hmph!"

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open to the sides with a cold snort, revealing Veronica in gorgeous attire with a smile on her face, and Soshjan in Phoenix armor, his face covered by a mask.

Roquim seemed to feel the pressure. After his eyes darted around, he suddenly flattered Veronica with a smile:

"Today, Sister-in-law's choice of clothing is truly tasteful. It's truly the most beautiful, capable of sinking ships and felling geese, shaming the moon and flowers—"

"Alright! Stop pretending!"

While Veronica was laughing heartily, Soshjan interrupted Roquim's nonsense.

"I called you here because I didn't want you to cause trouble for the Chapter on Naison, and it's also a reward for your outstanding service in Crocodilia. Yet, how long have you been here before you've caused me trouble!"

"I didn't, brother. You don't know, those Harlequins are terrible. They secretly ridiculed you in private! I couldn't stand it, so I started a fight with them!"

"Ridiculed? What happened?"

"Well, uh, they were dressed as burning bird people, then they clucked like hens laying eggs, then they found a furry big monkey, stuffed the eggs into their nest, and after jumping, singing, and playing music, the egg turned into a big guy covered in flames, and then the big furry monkey smashed him with a stone... Finally, those bird people jumped over to save him and gave him a flaming sword! Isn't that ridiculing you! I couldn't stand it at the time, so I led Krenn and them to set the place on fire."

"Tsk."

Soshjan really didn't know what to say. He had heard of that play, called "The Dance of the Phoenix," which clearly alluded to Asuryan's plan to usurp the throne. However, Soshjan didn't care much about the Eldar's cultural affairs. Anyway, it was their business how they alluded to it, and he had his own ideas. He just didn't expect Roquim to be so unexpectedly straightforward.

However, the fact that the other party caused such a ruckus to stand up for him dissipated most of the anger in Soshjan's heart.

Besides Talos, perhaps only Roquim would always see him as the person named Soshjan, no matter what he became.

"Sigh, you."

Shaking his head, Soshjan took off his mask, revealing his helpless face.

"Tell me, what exactly have you guys been doing these days."

"Actually... it's nothing."

Roquim then began to recount the events that had occurred since they arrived at the Court of the Young King—

"What the hell, where did you bring me? Is this still the Imperium? Huh?"

Wearing a tan electro-monk robe, Roquim was stunned as he stepped off the elegantly designed Eldar transport, slowly removing his hat to reveal his shiny bald head.

Following him were several strangely dressed individuals, but Krenn and Quarro kept their faces covered as usual, as they didn't seem to like being stared at by the Eldar.

In fact, they hadn't reached the planet yet, but were stopped at the orbital facilities of the Court of the Young King.

It had features that were completely different from human orbital facilities, consisting of two huge semi-circular structures that rotated around the planet at an extremely slow speed, occasionally intersecting. It was not only a dockyard, shipyard, and Webway entrance but also a magical psychic device that could erase the entire planet from physical observation—which was why it was in the same star system as the White Templars, but no Space Marine had ever noticed it.

And at the north and south poles and the equator of the planet, three huge black polyhedron fortresses could be seen floating quietly, bringing a huge sense of oppression.

The group was currently in an "orbital semicircle."

From a distance, this thing was nothing, but standing on it, you would find it shockingly large.

"Gentlemen, let's go."

A male warrior with a golden feather cloak on his shoulders and wearing white-gold spirit bone armor slightly raised his hand, then turned and walked forward. The others immediately followed his steps, surrounded by several similar Golden Guardians, following the group in a formation that was almost like an escort.

"Hey, Roquim, I'm really not dreaming, am I?"

Suddenly, Loken quietly walked up to Roquim and whispered:

"Lady Veronica is really... our Chapter Master actually..."

"Damn it, how many times have you said that? Being shocked once is enough."

"Holy crap, you make it sound easy. Do you know how explosive this is if it gets out? I estimate it could scare half the High Lords to death."

"So what? The Codex Astartes doesn't say you can't have a relationship with an Eldar... or something."

"Uh."

The group walked through a short and wide corridor and soon came to a boulevard. It was an incredibly huge arcade, 100 meters wide and 100 meters high, with countless corridors and open walkways on both sides. Through the almost 100% pure crystal glass, they could see rows of parked Eldar ships. These ships were mainly from the Court of the Young King's fleet, but there were also Ranger ships, pirate warships, and occasionally ships painted with the colors of other Craftworlds. Of course, what surprised Roquim the most was that the ships of Commorragh with their bladed designs could also be seen.

In addition, in the void outside the avenue, huge statues of famous Eldar heroes were neatly arranged on the columns, and various magnificent arches flickered with energy fields, connecting the corridors with their respective scattered void domes. Each dome was an independent ecosystem—not every Eldar liked to live on the ground; some were accustomed to the environment in the void and would choose to settle in orbit. Of course, such residences were also more expensive.

The internal economic system of the Court of the Young King was relatively special. Thanks to the incredible productivity of the Aeldari, everyone's food, clothing, housing, and transportation had a detailed distribution system. However, if they wished to obtain something better, they had to earn merit points by serving the official Court of the Young King and use the merit points to apply for higher-level residences, facilities, tools, or even transportation. Commerce and service industries were more like a social system.

Until this moment, Roquim finally intuitively felt what was called "divine craftsmanship." This huge orbital structure was actually far more complex than he thought. The huge spirit bone pillars were shaped into trees by the Bonesingers, and the interconnected spreading branches made the interior of the entire facility look dazzling and overwhelming, completely different from the heavy and cluttered feeling of human orbital facilities. It was almost a small world. Anti-gravity motorcycles and airships with solar sails constantly shuttled between the pillars, and even Aeldari with Swooping Hawk wings soared between the bustling traffic.

More chapters tomorrow!