"The Storm Guard captured the greenskin's tail close to the seal. Prophet, they had already launched an attack on the beast, but they were clearly at a disadvantage in numbers. A detachment of rangers was with the Storm Guard, but they were still no match for the greenskins.
Heavy firepower.”
Accompanied by the gentle breeze, the ranger in a cloak bowed gracefully and reported.
Sitting on a huge, smooth rock far away from the vegetation in the woods, Veronica, who was meditating, opened her eyes and looked at the ranger.
"The Storm Guards cannot suppress the greenskin troops by themselves. They need help, but we may not be able to provide it."
"Are you saying we can't stop them, Prophet?"
The ranger raised his head and stared at her, his eyes full of confusion.
"I didn't say that. The Great Prophet has repeatedly warned that the greenskins must not touch that place, and we will definitely do our best to do so."
Veronica shook her robe.
"What about the other humans? What about the Space Marines who went underground?"
"They found the ancient tomb that belonged to them. They even fought against the greenskins once, and then triggered the moving mechanism of the tomb. These apes didn't know what they were doing... Prophet, they were just blind.
The earth stumbles and destroys everything it does not understand."
The ranger's voice became deeper with disgust.
"Yeah. And according to the movement pattern of that place, it is very likely that they will go to that place."
Unable to tell whether Veronica was talking to herself or to the rangers, she conjured up a picture of giant space marines.
"Maybe they are not as stupid as you think. The prophet is right next to him. Does he know that you are watching him?"
"No, Prophet, we are hidden in the edge of their sight. He cannot see us, and our thoughts are not in contact. There are some--"
The ranger lowered his voice, unsure of which word to use.
"Something unexpected?"
Veronica enlightened the other party.
"I'm not sure, but it seems special there and I don't like that place."
The ranger replied hesitantly.
"Of course, the great prophet said that the tomb is related to a huge secret, and we must not interfere with those humans finding it."
Veronica relaxed and started thinking about other things.
"How is the situation in that hive?"
"The Blood Angels have sent support troops. It should not fall. Humanity has organized an effective counterattack. The greenskins on this planet will be finished soon. It will not take more than three months."
"It's already very slow. They're as inefficient and incompetent as ever."
After thinking for a while, Veronica was still worried about the green skin, because this was the most important task assigned by the Great Prophet.
Never let the greenskins enter that area.
"Let's set up an ambush for those greenskins, with a Falcon anti-grav tank and a squad of Wraith guards guarding the road to that place - that's a perfect place for an ambush, especially when the humans are rushing."
On the way there, if given the chance, we can trap the Greenskins between our firepower and that of the humans."
"Yes, the greenskins will walk right into our ambush."
The ranger replied excitedly, the passion of fighting already flowing into his excitable soul.
"Yes, they will walk into the trap, but they will never be defenseless, especially if they have mastered some kind of unstable teleportation technology. It is difficult to predict whether their current strength will be the same as before...
....But it would also be interesting to demonstrate their recklessness and stupidity.”
After Veronica finished speaking, she entered a state of thinking again.
"We will destroy the greenskins and then focus our wrath on the apes."
The ranger said, waving his cloak exaggeratedly to show his obedience to the prophet.
"Perhaps, young ranger, perhaps."
Veronica closed her eyes and her voice was no louder than a whisper.
"But just as we led the humans here, they have us contained, and as we lay a trap for the greenskins, they may also trap us between their forces and the greenskins we are pursuing -
They have thwarted us once...but the future is hazy and full of doubts, and I am not sure we can do it alone. Only time will tell the full extent of our venerable journey. Now, we must work together.
Fight every enemy: War is not the end, Ranger, but it is the most powerful tool in our hands."
"yes."
For some reason, the rude guy suddenly popped into Veronica's mind.
"Since there is nothing going on on the ground, I will personally lead this operation."
"But the prophet—"
"I am also a warrior, so don't worry too much and act immediately."
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On the rugged road underground, two Viper fighter jets flew towards the flanks of the rapidly marching greenskin team. The anti-gravity engines propelled the fuselage to howl in the night sky and quickly pass over the hillside. Each aircraft was composed of a group of formations deployed behind it.
shaped jet motorcycle for cover.
A group of green-skinned assault motorcycles roared and tore apart the ground, chasing them behind.
After arriving at a safer area, the Bonecrusher once again used the unstable teleportation device to teleport down a new batch of troops and war weapons. However, due to size limitations, the largest vehicle was a motorcycle.
But this is enough to cover his follow-up actions, especially when facing the sudden Eldar attackers.
The Viper gracefully glided between rocks, streams, and rains of bullets fired from green motorcycles, and the turret above rotated smoothly, and the gunner used the heavy cannon to continuously spray out shurikens one after another.
Behind them, green motorcycles stopped and swerved with incredible maneuverability, bypassing obstacles and dodging gunfire.
Eldar pilots are graceful and precise, but greenskin riders are equally frantic and efficient.
At the head of the motorcycle team, the Evil Sun leader roared at the Eldar, and the motorcycle's engine roared with hunger and rage.
Suddenly, a burst of shurikens penetrated his left leg. The skin was penetrated, causing a stab of pain in his nervous system, and the armor was shattered into countless pieces.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am a baby! Fuck these bean sprouts to death!"
The motorcycle responded to his rage like an extension of his body, roaring and increasing power as it struggled to aim at the machine guns mounted on either side of the front wheel.
Then, the leader of the Evil Sun pulled the trigger, and the bullets shot out from the motorcycle, chasing the Viper fighter jet that kept swinging, but missed.
“waaaaagh!!!”
The green-skinned leader let out a roar of frustration, and then increased the power of the motorcycle.
With a scream, the motorcycle responded to his command.
Then, he suddenly turned sharply to the side of the road, keeping his body close to the ground to balance the inertia as he separated from his comrades on the left.
Then, the bosozou veered sharply to the right again, causing the motorcycle to lie almost on the ground and into the wake of the Eldar vehicle.
He had only one thought: Nothing could beat the Xie Ri Clan's motorcycle team in terms of speed, especially not a frail bean sprout!