Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Asmodai and several Primaris Space Marines walked together in the ruins of the Eldar's dilapidated buildings.

The Word Bearers did not clean up the alien ruins in this world. From this point of view, his purpose is even more difficult to guess - it's like the Great Word Bearer Lorgar had nothing to do and suddenly visited this world with his descendants, just to hastily build a temple.

They didn't even clean up the world properly afterwards.

A large number of Eldar buildings still stand near the temple city-state.

Lonely streets and dilapidated towers stand on this unrecognizable ruin.

Asmodai raised his head and saw more Eldar buildings, which were several miles apart. The ruins were intertwined with each other, and the once glorious bell tower now had mottled rust green.

He saw a statue that looked like an Eldar girl, wearing a veil. Asmodai guessed that this statue must have been made by a master. In the depiction of details, only a few details made the statue have the spirituality of life, and the overall sense of gentle sacredness.

But this statue, which can be regarded as a work of art, is in a very bad situation at this time. The surface of the statue is smeared with blood, and blasphemous runes are outlined. There is also a large amount of unknown liquid on the base of the statue.

It can be said that this statue has been desecrated to the extreme.

This is the statue of Aisha, the goddess of life of the Eldar. Once upon a time, Aisha's belief in the Eldar was second only to the main god Asuryan, and she was extremely holy to the Eldar.

But now this holy statue has been left in the ruined wasteland, allowing the Dark Eldar and Slaanesh believers to leave traces of blasphemy on its surface.

There are many others that have also been desecrated. The highest spire stands in the ruins of the city, and the two sides of the corridor connecting it are full of broken statues everywhere.

Asmodai walked in this ancient corridor with the Primaris Space Marines.

Try your best to find the entrance to the Eldar Webway to get rid of the current predicament.

"Are these statues of Eldar heroes?" A Primaris Space Marine asked.

Walking in the ruins of civilization, his tone inevitably carried a sigh of regret.

Asmodai shook his head, "These are the gods of the Eldar. I know their alien history. The Eldar once had a long and glorious period, but now their gods have been pushed down and left on both sides of the road."

This interrogation priest from the Dark Angels, even though he is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, his eyes at this moment, when looking at the ruins, are rarely emotional.

Human life is short, and when it encounters the impact of time, it is always inevitable to reveal a soft and fragile side.

In the ancient and eternal river of time, no matter how glorious the civilization is, it is ultimately just quicksand at the bottom of the river.

There is no civilization that will last forever. When everything that the heroes of the past guarded with their lives eventually becomes garbage that is thrown away at will, people's past sacrifices seem to become meaningless.

A group of people talked to each other, they talked about the legends of the Eldar, and walked in this corridor left by history.

Judging from the fragmented ruins alone, this corridor must have been a shocking creation in the past.

Whether by the standards of the aliens or the aesthetics of humans, everything here can be found to be beautiful.

As the former galactic overlord, the splendor of the Eldar civilization is amazing.

Long ago, the people of the Eldar would pass through this corridor, passing through the gardens shining with cold crystal light, passing through the beautiful platforms, and finally coming to the core of the city, devoutly offering gifts to their gods.

Now the tall steel warriors trampled over the surface of its ruins.

Asmodai and others continued to move forward, and they entered a temple.

Here, they saw a statue of an alien goddess.

When Asmodai saw the statue, his eyebrows unconsciously frowned. Even with his knowledge, he could not recognize which god was enshrined on this altar.

Unlike the sacredness of the Eldar statues outside, this statue exudes an ominous aura as a whole. The color of the statue is extremely dark, and it can even be said to be broken.

This statue is like a living thing, with an uncomfortable look. Asmodai can even feel the other party's sarcasm and mockery from this look.

He is obviously not the only one who feels this way. A Primaris Space Marine took out a power sword and cut off the arm of the statue with one sword.

The statue's arm broke and scattered on the ground.

The warrior pierced the heart of the statue with another sword, and the powerful fission force field caused the statue to disintegrate instantly.

After the statue was destroyed, they suddenly felt a sense of relief.

They continued to explore this strange temple. Perhaps there was something they wanted in the tortuous and complex buildings here.

In the temple city-state, Efilar was still resting. The previous siege almost overdrew all her physical strength. She must quickly recover her physical strength to face the danger that may come at any time.

Just as the saint closed his eyes to rest, he suddenly heard a series of roars in the distance.

Efilar opened her eyes and through the window of the temple, she saw more than a dozen Thunderhawk gunboats lined up in a row, whizzing through the air and flying towards the direction of the explosion.

"What happened?"

Efilar asked.

"The team that went out to search for the alien webway seemed to have encountered an attack by the Dark Eldar, and a team is being sent to confirm the situation."

The intelligence director called up a holographic projection, and Efilar saw the feedback from the image directly.

"Which team is this?" asked the saint.

"My lord, it's Asmodai's team."

"Send me the coordinates, I'll go and confirm it myself." Efilar intuitively felt that this abnormality was not simple, so he said to the intelligence director.

"Okay, my lord."

Asmodai's team did encounter a little problem.

After they destroyed the strange statue, they attracted some dark Eldar lurking in the dark to attack.

The Dark Eldar originated from the destruction of the Eldar civilization. The first scream of Slaanesh's birth almost killed most of the Eldar, and tore a big rift between reality and illusion, swallowing millions of planets and forming the Eye of Terror.

But this is not the end. Slaanesh has not given up his greed for the Eldar so far. He is never satisfied with the souls of the Eldar.

Under such circumstances, some Eldar created the "Way", hiding in the Ark World to escape Slaanesh's prying.

But there are also some Eldars who have completely fallen and become more indulgent.

They formed waves of pirate forces, wreaking havoc in the galaxy and killing all visible life.

This is the origin of the Dark Eldars, and their purpose is to plunder as many souls as possible as a "ransom" to redeem themselves from Slaanesh.

They actively sacrificed to Slaanesh in the perverted abuse of other races to avoid their own souls being swallowed by Slaanesh.

However, due to excessive depravity, the souls of the Dark Eldars were inevitably polluted by Slaanesh, and they were forced to complete more slaughters to maintain the integrity of their own souls.

The more crazy the slaughter, the more they can ensure the safety of their own souls.

Compared with humans, the Eldars are more agile, and the Dark Eldars also have this feature. Their speed is like ghosts, coming and going without a trace.

In the many wars between humans and them, only by using saturation firepower strikes can they win.

In the past, humans rarely defeated the Dark Eldars, and the speed gap between the two sides was huge.

As soon as Asmodai and others destroyed the statue, they saw Taros Pain Engine and Nightmare rushing out of the darkness.

This sudden battle caught them off guard.

The Pain Engine is the most common war weapon of the Dark Eldars, and it is also one of the most terrifying creations that the real universe can create.

The imagination of the most cruel and tyrannical murderers in human beings is not even one ten-thousandth of this war weapon.

The most cruel slaughter that humans can imagine is simply not deterrent to the Dark Eldars.

Among all the tortures of humans, only the Golden Throne of the Emperor can attract the attention of the Dark Eldars.

The Pain Engine is a war weapon and also the torture platform of the Dark Eldars. The existence of these creations is to torture captives and please the Dark Eldars.

They will equip it with various cruel tools to torture the soldiers on the battlefield.

When a victim falls into it, they will control him firmly, and torture him in the most painful way while ensuring that the other party is awake enough.

During the torture process, the Pain Engine will maintain the victim's life.

Nightmare Warriors are mercenaries of the Dark Eldar. These terrible guys pursue perfect killing and enjoy the pleasure of cutting the enemy's body.

What they believe in is to kill the enemy at the fastest speed at any means.

These Nightmare Warriors and Pain Engines lurk in the dark, patiently waiting for Asmodai and others to enter the attack range.

When they are relaxed, they launch the most ferocious ambush.

The speed is so fast that everyone is caught off guard. From the eyes under the helmets of the Nightmare Warriors, it can be seen that they have already sentenced these humans who broke into the forbidden area to death.

No creature can escape from the short-range hunting of the Dark Eldar.

Even the most powerful guardian of mankind can only die unwillingly when facing the close-range attack of the Dark Eldar.

But surprises always come unexpectedly. Even if Asmodai and others' brains have not reacted to the current situation, their battle-hardened bodies have already instinctively responded to the attack of the Dark Eldar.

Their speed is also fast. Facing the sudden attack, every cell in their body is running at high speed in an instant.

The first Dark Eldar who rushed forward had his slender waist grasped by Asmodai's iron hand in the first instant.

"How is it possible?" The Dark Eldar looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The speed and strength of these humans far exceeded their understanding of humans.

Their bodies were easily crushed in the hands of the Primaris Space Marines.

It seemed that the powerful combat armor of the Nightmare Warriors did not give them any protection.

Even the Pain Engine, which represented despair, was kicked over by another Primaris Warrior, and the huge metal tentacles tried to launch a counterattack.

But it was shot down by a battle brother in the distance, and the broken metal arm burst out a blue flash.

The war engine that the Dark Eldar was proud of was dismembered by the Primaris Space Marines without almost any effect.

Realizing that the human team in front of them had an unmatched force.

The few surviving Dark Eldar wanted to retreat into the darkness, but with a burst of red fire, their bodies became huddled charcoal.

The power possessed by the Primaris Space Marines was so astonishing that the only survivor was knocked away.

The Dark Eldar's light body, faced with the high-speed collision of more than five tons of Primaris Space Marines, flew tens of meters away as if hit by a dump truck.

The body covered in dark black armor smashed an abandoned Eldar bone tower into ruins.

He propped up his body with the sword in his hand, and there was still an unbelievable look in his eyes.

It's just that they haven't fought against humans for decades. How can humans have such powerful combat capabilities today?

"Capture him and give him to me." Asmodai shouted to the battle brothers. "I will pry out all the information in their minds, even what he did last night!"

But eventually slowing down, realizing that he could not escape, the Dark Eldar simply committed suicide.

This scene made Asmodai feel a little regretful.

"But it's still something." The interrogation priest from the Dark Angel picked up the body of the Dark Eldar.

"In my interrogation room, even a dead person must speak obediently."

Although there will inevitably be gaps in the information obtained from the dead.

Asmodei's muttering to himself attracted the attention of the battle brothers.

This scene reminded them again of the ruthlessness of the interrogating priest.

At this moment, the sky was lit up by fire, and Efilar waved his flame wings of more than ten meters, appearing above them like a burning seraph.

Several fighter planes also roared in at this time, looking for the enemies hidden in the darkness.

After seeing that Asmodei and the others were still safe, Efilar's eyes did not relax.

The Dark Eldar are a highly vindictive race and must be driven out and exterminated.

at the same time,

The Imperial fleet, which was sailing in the Sea of ​​Souls to rescue Efilar, received an unexpected guest.

A curtain walker from the Harlequin Theater Company.

In the primarch's office, compared to the Eldar's polite and considerate manner, Duker seemed much more casual.

He didn't even put on the dragon armor, but just wore a dark red silk robe and sat casually at the desk.

It is a very dangerous move for a general to not wear armor when receiving foreign guests. This means that the probability of being assassinated greatly increases, which can lead to the paralysis of an entire legion.

But facing this powerful spirit race, Duker didn't think that the other party had the ability to hurt him at all.

Curtain Walker Xinland and Duker sat opposite each other, just sitting quietly like this, she felt a burning sense of oppression in her spiritual vision.

In the dazzling firelight, she could hardly look directly at the other person's face.

"We are here to provide help to the Warmaster this time."

Her voice is magnetic and beautiful. When her voice spreads, it is a rare treat for every living ear.

In such words, even the stubborn stone will be moved.

But the Imperial War Commander sitting opposite her didn't understand this charm at all.

"Help me?" Dukel smiled, "You'd better help yourself first. I don't know what kind of courage you have in coming to see me, but it is this courage that gives me the interest to see you. Now I give you two sentences. If you cannot gain my trust, each of your lives will be destroyed."