Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 326 Leaving and Returning, Sadness and Joy

"You're going to be disappointed, Odin."

When the second batch of teams arrived at the assembly point by landing craft and were about to advance to the areas contracted by their respective battle groups, the voice of the gray knight Tacitus suddenly sounded in the team.

After two breaths, the servo of the power armor on the team commander Ozmerk was linked to the nearby command unit, and the battle briefing it automatically downloaded answered everyone's questions.

"Location, at the seventh incision/entrance of the second floor of the Hulk, time 15 minutes ago: Exploration Team No. 19 encountered an alien civilization attack and counterattacked, but there were no casualties. The enemy was preliminarily judged to be Aeldar pirates, and 3 people were killed Then disengage."

Sergeant Ozmerk's High Gothic with a local accent sounded on the team channel, and the whole team finally understood the enemy they were about to face under his briefing.

"What about the other teams? Is this the only direction where they are attacked?"

Foxbat asked as he was advancing, and Sergeant Ozmerk's choice for this kind of question was to send the global situation map received in the servo to the servo of each soldier:
In this overall situation map viewed from the direction of the fleet, there are seven bright lines extending inward from the outer layer in the huge metal structure with a diameter of tens of kilometers.

These highlighted lines are the route of the previous landing team. They marched in a zigzag shape with three teams in charge of one direction.

And the special symbols marked on these lines correspond to the time-dimensioned list beside the chart, clearly expressing the emergencies encountered by the team in a time-based cross-section.

"Is the plan going well?"

"Our efforts are meaningful." Alice comforted the former.

Damaged passages, subsidence, and subspace anomalies in individual areas are common occurrences on the way forward for these teams;
All kinds of scattered subspace creatures, as well as the resurrected corpses after being polluted by them, and even some demons who are nostalgic for physical bodies exist.

The two Gray Knights observed and participated in the reequipment and ammunition of these Astartes;
From the clear-cut choices of these veterans, they can know that during the many "contacts" between the Astartes battle group and these aliens, the proposition "How to quickly deal with high-speed moving units in a small space" is obviously a There is a set of mature countermeasures.

In the entire exploration operation, the only resistance that has been established and has vital signs so far is the No. 19 team.

Phoenix Lord - Anna Sur.

The crimson eyes overflowed from under the pale bone crown, and the suppressed murderous aura was so substantive that the spirits in the entire camp focused their attention on it;

May the osmanthus leaves in my hometown be evergreen, and may the ice and rain remain on the Tarsola Mountains..." Santana said his last words, and then put on this ancient mask again under the witness of his best friend. But this time The meaning of wearing it is different from any previous one.

The flying fox prayed in a low voice, and when passing by the ammunition at the assembly point, he replaced the heavy bolter with a flamethrower, and took two more units of promethium fuel tanks to his waist;

"You're right, sister, but..."

And after Santana put on a mask and completely handed over everything about herself, the reawakened soul under the mask was no longer the close friend that the Prophet Alice was familiar with and accompanied her to grow up together.

She picked up the bone mask again and stared at every detail in it.Countless ancestors were dormant in that delicate bone, and Anna Suer's will was shining in it, waiting for her response and her wholehearted devotion...

"Then go on!"

"Let's go! Find them and destroy them!"

The name of Tribe Bishop Sanatan is dimmed today, but when the ancient soul fully awakens from this body, in the eyes of all Eldar who know her past legends, another sacred and legendary name is gradually shining :

As an individual, she mourns the death of her best friend's soul; and as a prophet, she rejoices at the return of a hero. ,

Compared with the steady and powerful exploration rhythm of the empire, the atmosphere among the warriors belonging to the Eldar tribe in the darkness several kilometers away was obviously much worse.

"Emotions rob you of your serenity, and that's dangerous, sister."

Her warm and courageous eyes made Alice understand the meaning in an instant, it was saying goodbye to her, to her dearest sister.

Having made up her mind, Santan looked at Alice again, but unlike before, this time, Santan's gaze was no longer impatient;

It was she who came back, and the Ark Spirit Clan, who fell into despair, seemed to see the light of hope again at this moment.

The Eldar, whose eyes were opened again, walked out of the tent and stood still, surrounded by compatriots who gradually gathered around, standing there calmly, as if she deserved this attention for granted.

"Shouldn't the answer be in your omniscient eyes?
Why do you ask a humble person like me who is only responsible for execution? "

The familiar figure in the crowd suddenly became strange and powerful at this moment, just looking around was enough to shock people.

The warriors of the Spirit Race exclaimed in a low voice, suppressing their excitement.

"Do we have permission to explore nearby?" Foxbat confirmed to his captain.

After taking off her helmet, Sanatan returned to her usual gentleness, her long black satin hair wet with sweat.When she was frowning to adapt to the hypothermia caused by the humidity, the sister who came outside the tent behind her asked her this.

Alice's voice was unusually unsteady.

"Farewell, my friend...

"Have."

"At least you don't want to regret that you didn't do your best when you face our fate, right?" Alice looked at Sannatan seriously, and the latter's decadent eyes gradually opened up under the former's encouragement. It has a new luster.

But these are not troublesome things, at least not in front of the hordes of Terminator Astartes with abundant martial arts.

After breaking away from the battle with the human side and leading the team to a temporary camp far away from the battlefield, the bishop Santan from the ancient Ark World of Isaran, belonging to the Nightblade tribe, dismissed the team, and walked towards the waiting room with his tired body. her sisters.

"Successful? What if you mean those destined sacrifices?" Santan turned around and looked at the sisters who also did not wear helmets.

The words of the prophet gave Sannatan the strength to fight again, and vitality emerged from her heart from scratch, like a warm spring water, permeating and repairing her damaged body again.

Elise, who was wearing the prophet's robe, came to her and sat down slowly, but Santan chose to avoid the concerned eyes of her best friend.

The Eldar warriors knelt around her piously, praying with their hands folded and their eyes closed.They knew they were witnessing the return of a legend and the sacrifice of a compatriot.

"The throne rests!"

Then the goal is clear, those who can appear here are the elite of the battle group, and the veterans only need to smell the smell on the battlefield, and they will know where they should go.

"You, have you decided? Then, let's go..."

Anna Sur;

Ozmerk's answer was short and smooth, but the high-frequency flickering detection array on his black raven helmet was clearly showing his master's excitement in another dimension.

Sonataan replied that her gloomy mood could not be comforted by the thought that there were fewer and fewer of her kind left around her, and that there would be even fewer in the visible destiny.

Prophet Elise of the Coldrain clan witnessed her best friend Sannathan gently put the mask on her face after bidding her farewell.

Sadness and joy, two emotions that should have been contradictory, appeared in her throbbing and moist eyes at the same time.

The rest of the team followed suit. While replacing the general-purpose explosive bombs in their hands with less powerful but more fragmented anti-personnel bombs, they also took more than two more defensive grenades.

"Maybe..." she said. "After all, when the field of vision is filled with darkness, you can't ask me to still have light in my eyes..."

Yes, in this cramped tent, on this dilapidated hulk far from their homeland, the lost craftworld of Isaran.

"Yes, I know, this is my last motivation to keep fighting."

"sisters……"

The Astartes who finished changing their costumes looked at each other in silence, and then moved forward into the darkness ahead with the fearsome firmness in the eyes of mortals.

Her authority comes from herself, from her legendary achievements one after another in the past.

It was she who came back, and the people who had been looking forward to it for a long time couldn't help but ring the news;

Witnessed in the name of Asuman, the first phoenix lord, by Asuyan.

The first warrior of the Nightblade branch of the Eldar tribe, the founder of the Nightblade Altar.

That is to say, the first bishop of this tribe—Phoenix Lord—Anna Sur, returned to the world again.

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(End of this chapter)