When the second group of teams arrived at the assembly point on the landing craft and prepared to move towards the areas contracted by their respective battle groups, the voice of the Gray Knight Tacitus suddenly sounded among the teams.
After two breaths, the servo of the power armor on the team commander Ozmerk was linked to the nearby command unit, and its automatically downloaded battle briefing answered everyone's questions.
"Location, the seventh incision of the hulk/the entrance to the second floor, time 15 minutes ago: No. 19 exploration team encountered an attack by an alien civilization and counterattacked, with no casualties yet. The enemy was initially judged to be Ada Eldar pirates, and 3 people were killed
Then disengage."
Sergeant Ozmek's High Gothic with a local accent sounded on the team channel, and after his briefing, the entire team finally understood the enemy they were about to face.
"Where are the other teams? Is this direction the only one under attack?"
Foxbat asked as he moved forward, and for this kind of question, Sergeant Ozmerk's choice was to send the global situation diagram received in the servo to the servo of each soldier:
In this overall situation map observed from the direction of the fleet, there are seven highlighted lines extending inward from the outer layer of the huge metal structure with a diameter of dozens of kilometers.
These highlighted lines are the route of the previous landing teams. They moved in a zigzag pattern with three teams responsible for one direction.
The special symbols marked on these lines correspond to the event list established in the time dimension next to the chart, clearly expressing the emergencies encountered by the team in time as a cross-section.
Damage, collapse, and even subspace anomalies in certain areas are common occurrences for these teams as they advance;
There are various scattered subspace creatures, corpses that have been resurrected after being contaminated by them, and even some demons that are nostalgic for their physical bodies.
But these are not troublesome, at least not in front of the hordes of Astartes Terminators with abundant martial arts.
The only resistance that has been encountered in the entire exploration operation that has organic and vital signs is Team No. 19.
Then the goal is clear. Those who can appear here are the elites of the battle group, and the veterans only need to smell the smell on the battlefield to know where they should go.
"Do we have permission to explore that area?" Foxbat confirmed to his captain.
"Yes."
Ozmerk's answer was short and steady, but the high-frequency flashing detection array on his black raven helmet was obviously showing its owner's excitement in another dimension.
"The throne is above you!"
Foxbat prayed in a low voice, then when passing by the ammunition at the assembly point, he replaced the heavy bolter in his hand with a flamethrower, and conveniently grabbed two more units of promethium fuel tanks and placed them on his waist;
The rest of the team members also followed suit. While replacing the general-purpose explosive bombs in their hands with anti-personnel bombs that were less powerful but had more fragmentation, they also took two more defensive grenades.
Two Gray Knights observed and participated in the change of equipment and ammunition replenishment of these Astartes;
They can know from the targeted choices of these veterans that during the many "contacts" between the Astartes Chapter and these aliens, the proposition of "how to quickly deal with high-speed moving units in a small space" is obviously
It has a mature response plan.
"Let's go! Find them and destroy them!"
The Astartes who had finished changing their clothes looked at each other in silence, and then moved forward into the darkness ahead with the fearless determination in the eyes of mortals.
Compared with the steady and strong exploration rhythm of the Empire, the atmosphere among the Eldar warriors in the darkness a few kilometers away is obviously much worse.
After breaking away from the battle with the human side and leading the team to a temporary camp far away from the battlefield, Bishop Sannatan from the ancient craft world of Esalan and belonging to the Night Blade tribe disbanded the team and walked towards the waiting room with his exhausted body.
Her sisters.
"Is the plan still going well?"
After taking off her helmet, Sanatan returned to her usual gentleness, and her long black satin-like hair was wet with sweat. When she was frowning to adapt to the hypothermia caused by the humidity, the sisters walking outside the tent behind her said this to her
Asked.
"Smooth? If you mean those destined sacrifices?" Sannatan turned around and looked at the sisters who were also not wearing helmets.
"Shouldn't the answer already be in your omniscient eyes?
Why do you ask a humble person like me who is only responsible for execution?"
"Emotions make you lose your tranquility, which is dangerous, sister."
Elise, who was wearing a prophet's robe, walked to her and sat down slowly, while Sanatan chose to avoid the concerned eyes of her best friend.
"Maybe..." she said. "After all, when my vision is filled with darkness, you can't ask me to still have light in my eyes..."
"Our efforts are meaningful." Elise comforted the former.
"Yes, I know, this is my last motivation to keep fighting."
Sanatan responded, thinking that there are fewer and fewer compatriots left around her, and there will only be fewer in the foreseeable destiny, her gloomy mood cannot be relieved in any way.
"Then continue!"
"You are right, sister, but..."
"At least you don't hope that you will regret not doing your best when you face our fate, right?" Elise looked at Sanatan seriously, and the latter's decadent eyes gradually opened up under the encouragement of the former.
It has a new luster.
The prophet's words gave Sanatan the strength to fight again, and vitality emerged from her heart like a warm spring water, refreshing her body again and repairing her damaged body.
She picked up the bone mask at hand again and stared at every detail in it. Countless ancestors were sleeping in the delicate bone, and Anna Suul's will shone in it, waiting for her response and full devotion...
…
"Sisters..."
Having made some determination, Sanatan looked at Elise again, but unlike before, this time Sanatan's eyes were no longer impatient;
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Her gentle and courageous eyes made Elise instantly understand the meaning. It was saying goodbye to her and her dearest sister.
"Have you decided? Then, let's go..."
Elise's voice was unusually no longer calm.
Two contradictory emotions, sadness and joy, appeared at the same time in her eyes that were throbbing and moist.
As an individual, she is sad that the soul of her best friend will eventually leave; and as a prophet, she is happy for the return of a hero.,
"Farewell, my friend...
May the osmanthus leaves in my hometown be evergreen, and may the icy rain remain the same on the Tarsola Mountains..." Sannatan said her last words, and then put on this ancient mask again in the witness of her close friends. But this time
The meaning of wearing it is different from any other time.
Yes, in this cramped and cramped tent, on this dilapidated hulk far away from their home - the lost craft world of Esalan.
Elise, the prophet from the Bingyu clan, witnessed with her own eyes that her best friend Sannatan gently put the mask on her face after saying goodbye to her.
And after Sanatan put on the mask and completely handed over everything about herself, the soul that reawakened under this mask was no longer the close friend that Prophet Elise was familiar with and who accompanied her in her growth.
The red eyes overflowed from under the pale bone crown, and the suppressed murderous intent caught the attention of all the Eldar in the camp;
The Ada Eldar, whose eyes opened again, walked out of the tent and stood still. Surrounded by her compatriots who gradually gathered around her, she stood there calmly and calmly, as if she deserved this attention of course.
Her authority comes from herself, from her legendary achievements one after another in the past.
The warriors of the Spirit Tribe exclaimed in low voices, suppressing their excitement.
The familiar figure in the crowd suddenly became unfamiliar and powerful at this moment. Just looking around at the momentum was enough to shock people.
She is back, and everyone who has been looking forward to it can’t help but look around to tell her;
It was she who came back, and the Ark Spirit Tribe, who had fallen into despair, seemed to see the light of hope again at this moment.
The Eldar warriors knelt devoutly around her, clasped their hands and closed their eyes in prayer. They knew that they were witnessing the return of a legend and the sacrifice of a compatriot.
The name of Tribe Bishop Sanatan is dim today, and when the ancient soul fully awakens from this body, another sacred and legendary name is gradually shining in the eyes of all the Eldar who know her past legendary stories.
:
Anna Sur;
Phoenix Lord-Anna Suel.
Witnessed in the name of Asuyan, the first Phoenix Lord.
The first warrior of the Night Blade tribe of the Eldar tribe and the founder of the Night Blade altar.
That is to say, the first bishop of this tribe, Phoenix Lord Anna Suel, returned to the world again.