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Chapter 245: 52, Eldar Statue

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

The Word Bearers did not clear the alien ruins from this world, and from this point of view, his purpose became increasingly difficult to guess - it was as if the Great Word Bearer Lorgar had nothing better to do, so he 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 in this unrecognizable ruin.

Asmodai raised his head and saw more Eldar buildings, several miles apart from each other, with ruins intertwined with each other, and the once glorious bell tower now showing patches of rust-green.

He saw a statue that looked like an Eldar girl, draped in a tulle. Asmodai guessed that this statue must have been made by a master. In the depiction of details, just a few details made the statue have the spirituality of life, and the overall feeling of gentle holiness.

But this statue, which could be called a work of art, was in a very bad state at the moment. The surface of the statue was smeared with blood and outlined with blasphemous runes, and there was 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 a statue of Aisha, the goddess of life of the Eldar. Once upon a time, Aisha's faith 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 dilapidated wasteland, allowing the Dark Eldar and Slaanesh believers to leave traces of blasphemy on its surface.

There are many other things that have been desecrated. The tallest spire stands in the ruins of the city, and the two sides of the corridor connecting it are littered with broken statues.

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

Do everything possible to find the entrance to the Eldar webway to escape the current predicament.

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

Walking among the ruins of civilization, his tone inevitably carried a hint of sighing.

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 toppled and left on the sides of the road."

This interrogation priest from the Dark Angels, even though he was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, at this moment, his eyes revealed a rare look of emotion as he looked towards the ruins.

Human life is short and when faced with the impact of time, it is inevitable that it will reveal its soft and fragile side.

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

There is no civilization that lasts forever. When everything that the heroes of the past protected with their lives eventually becomes garbage discarded at will, people’s past sacrifices seem to have become meaningless.

The group chatted with each other, talking about the legends of the elves, while walking along this historical corridor.

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

Whether by alien standards or human aesthetics, beauty can be found in everything here.

As the former overlord of the galaxy, the splendor of the Eldar civilization is astonishing.

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

Now tall iron warriors trample across its ruined surface.

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

Here they saw a statue of an alien goddess.

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

Different from the sacredness displayed by the elf statues outside, this statue exudes an ominous aura as a whole. The color of the statue has become extremely dark, and it can even be said to be dilapidated.

This statue seemed like a living creature, with an uncomfortable gaze. Asmodai could even feel the sarcasm and mockery from it.

Apparently he was not the only one who felt this way. A Primaris Space Marine took out his power sword and cut off the statue's arm with one blow.

The statue's arms shattered and scattered on the ground.

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

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

They continued to explore this strange temple, thinking that what they wanted might be found in its tortuous and complex architecture.

In the temple city, Efilar was still resting. The previous siege had almost exhausted all her physical energy. She had to recover her strength quickly to face the danger that might come at any time.

Just as the saint closed his eyes to rest, he suddenly heard a series of roars coming from afar.

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

"What happened?"

Efilal asked.

"The team that went out to search for the alien webway seems to have been attacked by the Dark Eldar. We are sending a team to confirm the situation."

The intelligence chief called up a holographic projection, and Aiferal intuitively saw the feedback from the image.

"Which team is this?" asked the saint.

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

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

"Okay, my lord."

Asmodai's team did encounter a small problem.

After they destroyed the strange statue, they were attacked by some Dark Eldar lurking in the dark.

The Dark Eldar originated from the destruction of the Eldar civilization. The first scream of Slaanesh's birth killed almost all the Eldar and tore a huge 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 until now, and he has an insatiable desire for the souls of the Eldar.

Under such circumstances, a part of the Eldar created the 'Way' and hid in the Craft World to escape the surveillance of Slaanesh.

But there are also some elves who have completely degenerated and become more indulgent.

They formed pirate forces one after another, wreaking havoc in the galaxy and killing all life they could see.

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

They actively sacrifice themselves to Slaanesh in their perverted torture of other races in order to avoid having their souls devoured by Slaanesh.

However, due to their excessive depravity, the souls of the Dark Eldar were inevitably polluted by Slaanesh, and they were forced to commit more massacres in order to maintain the integrity of their souls.

The more insane the killing, the more they can ensure the safety of their own souls.

Compared to humans, the Eldar are more agile. The Dark Eldar also have this characteristic. They are as fast as ghosts and come and go without a trace.

In the many wars between humans and them, only by using saturation firepower strikes can victory be achieved.

In the past, humans rarely defeated the Dark Eldar, as the speed difference between the two sides was huge. As soon as Asmodai and his companions destroyed the idol, they saw the Talos Pain Engine and Nightmare rushing out of the darkness.

The sudden battle caught them off guard.

The Engine of Pain is the most common weapon of war used by the Dark Eldar, and one of the most terrifying creations that can be created in the real universe.

The imagination of the most cruel and brutal murderer in the world is not even one ten-thousandth as powerful as this weapon of war.

The most brutal massacre that humans could imagine had no deterrent effect at all in the eyes of the Dark Eldar.

Of all the tortures inflicted upon mankind, only the Emperor's Golden Throne could attract the attention of the Dark Eldar.

The Engines of Pain are weapons of war and also the Dark Eldar's torture platforms. These creations exist solely to torture captives and please the Dark Eldar.

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

When a victim falls into their trap, they will control him/her tightly, and after ensuring that the victim is awake enough, they will torture him/her in the most painful way possible.

During the torture, the pain engine keeps the victim alive.

Nightmare Warriors are Dark Eldar mercenaries, fearsome creatures who seek the perfect kill and take great pleasure in slicing through the flesh of their enemies.

What they believe in is to kill the enemy as quickly as possible, regardless of any means.

These nightmare warriors and pain engines lurked in the dark, patiently waiting for Asmodai and his men to come within attack range.

Wait until the moment their spirits relax, then launch the most ferocious ambush.

The speed was so fast that everyone was caught off guard, and from the look in the eyes under the helmets of the Nightmare Warriors, it could be seen that they had already sentenced these humans who trespassed into the forbidden area to death.

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

Even humanity's most powerful guardians could only die unwillingly when faced with a close range attack from the Dark Eldar.

But surprises always come unexpectedly. Even though Asmodai and the others' brains did not react to the current situation, their battle-hardened bodies had already responded instinctively to the attacks of the Dark Eldar.

They were equally fast. Faced with the sudden attack, every cell in their body was operating at high speed in an instant.

The first dark elf who rushed towards him had his slender waist grasped by Asmodai's iron hand in the first instant.

"How is this possible?" The Dark Eldar looked at the scene before them in disbelief.

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

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

It seemed that the Nightmare Warriors' powerful combat armor did not provide them with any protection.

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

However, it was shot off by a battle brother in the distance, and the broken metal arm emitted a blue flash.

The war engine that the Dark Eldar were so proud of was dismembered by the Primaris Space Marines before it could even play any role.

He realized that the human team in front of him possessed an irresistible force.

The few surviving Dark Eldar tried to retreat back into the darkness, but with a burst of red flames, their bodies turned into huddled charcoal.

The power possessed by the Primaris Space Marines was astonishing, and the only survivor was knocked away.

The Dark Eldar's light body, facing the high-speed collision of the Primaris Space Marine weighing more than five tons, was hit by a dump truck and flew dozens of meters away.

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

He supported his body with the sword in his hand, and there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes.

How could humans today have such powerful combat capabilities after only not fighting with humans for a few decades?

"Catch him and hand him over to me." Asmodai shouted to his battle brothers, "I will pry out all the information from their minds, even what he did last night!"

But he was too slow in the end, and realizing he could not escape, the Dark Eldar simply committed suicide.

This scene made Asmodai feel a little regretful.

"But it's also a gain." The interrogation priest from the Dark Angels picked up the corpse of the Dark Eldar.

"In my interrogation room, even the dead have to speak."

Although the information obtained from the dead will inevitably be incomplete.

Asmodai's mumbling attracted the attention of his fighting brothers.

Such a scene reminded them once again of the cruelty of the interrogating priest.

Just at this moment, the sky was lit up by fire, and Efilar appeared above them like a burning Seraph, waving flaming wings over ten meters long.

At this time, several fighter planes also roared in, looking for enemies hiding in the darkness.

When he saw that Asmodai and the others were still safe, Aifilal did not relax his gaze.

The Dark Eldar are a vengeful race and must be wiped out.

at the same time,

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

A curtain walker from the Harlequin Theatre Company.

In the Primarch's office, compared to the Eldar's polite and considerate demeanor, Dukel 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 very dangerous for a general to receive foreign guests without wearing armor, which means that the probability of being assassinated is greatly increased, which in turn leads to the paralysis of an entire legion.

But facing this powerful elf, Dukel didn't think that the other party had the ability to hurt him.

Curtain Walker Xinland sat opposite Dukel, and just as she sat there quietly, she felt a burning sense of oppression in her spiritual vision.

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

"We are here to provide assistance to the Warmaster."

Her voice is magnetic, beautiful and pleasant. When her voice spreads, it is a rare enjoyment for the ears of every living being.

Even a rock would be moved by such words.

But the Imperial Warmaster sitting opposite her didn't understand this at all.

"Help me?" Duke smiled. "You should help yourself first. I don't know how you have the courage to come to see me, but it is this courage that gives me the interest to meet you. Now I will give you two sentences. If you cannot gain my trust, the life of each of you will be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)