This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 137: Elbow, follow me into the house
Romulus then handed the report to Dantioch, with a meaningful tone:
"The enemy commander, Idris Krendel, is an old acquaintance of yours."

"?"

Dantioch quickly took the report and scanned the data slate.

It really is.

Idris was the guy who tried to persuade Dantioch to surrender during the Great Rebellion but failed, and then became angry and besieged Dantioch, and Dantioch killed thousands of Astartes and an Emperor Titan.

Because of his extraordinary level of palace fighting skills, he was lucky enough not to be beaten to death by Perturabo XI after his attempt to persuade the enemy to surrender failed. He was only crippled, his limbs replaced with steel, and then he was sent by his own Primarch to test the two Great General Cannons that he had just tricked from the Lion King.

This guy is quite shrewd. In order to reduce the risk of combat, he used the Emperor's Son from the friendly army as the experimental target. In order to reduce the risk of being killed by Eleven, his engineering team leader was responsible for reporting the experimental results and the new combat methods.

It is hard to imagine that there is something so smooth when the entire legion is filled with irresistible twists.

"Ten thousand years."

Dantioch couldn't help but look at the memories.

The time in the chaotic world is disordered, and Abaddon has a large number of veterans who have fought for eternity. These resurrected elders are more or less mentally prepared for meeting old acquaintances.

At the same time, Dantioch couldn't help but clench his fists.

These damn furnace residues.

He died relatively early, after overloading the Pharos Lighthouse, due to old age and serious injuries, he died before the arrival of support from his best friends. His understanding of Chaos was limited to a special type of warp power.

Before his consciousness fell into ignorance, he was even worried about whether Lord Perturabo was doing well in the rebel faction. After all, Lord Perturabo always suffered in the empire and always did the dirtiest and most tiring work.

He was also worried about his battle-brothers and hoped that Lord Perturabo would control his temper.

And now Dantioch discovered that he was a clown.

Is it really necessary for him to worry about these brave men?!
For the sake of power, all kinds of operations that trample on human ethics are readily resorted to, and in order to replenish personnel, they will do anything.

The empire that claimed to be fighting against the Corrupted Corpse Emperor actually used the power of the Chaos Gods and believed that they were the leaders, not puppets controlled by Chaos, and that those destructive forces were just tools to be enslaved and driven.

No, man—

What a coincidence! Every warmaster thinks so, whether it was ten thousand years ago or now.

Because of the special composition of their souls, they can almost be regarded as E-demons - no, because of the Emperor's heroic spirits, the Stormcast Eternals can accept the knowledge of the Warp without any obstacles.

After Ramses' detailed explanation, my understanding of chaos is probably deeper than that of 99% of the traitors who voted for chaos.

Whatever the reason, after the vote, these people have been linked to the new students and do not deserve any sympathy at all.

"This main force of the Iron Warriors warband is currently engaged in combat with a mixed Eldar force on the surface of Optur. The local planetary defense forces have been silenced."

Romulus looked at the serious Dantiochus.

"When the Eternal Expedition arrives, you will be responsible for the main attack."

"clear."

Dantioch was operating the simulation sand table seriously.

This game is somewhat of a grudge game.

"Arthur, follow me."

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Ramses pulled Arthur.

"I'll locate you, you teleport. The Eldar prophet on the other side is very skilled. I've teleported several times but can't get through."

Ramses rubbed his hands, looking very impatient.

These prophets are not like the Eldar pirates who were easily crushed by the expedition fleet before. They must be the work of some ancient saints or the Eldar Pantheon.

No wonder a group of recorded prophets dared to start a war with the Great Demon Tzeentch, and were able to make Tzeentch's Chosen Ones run around in circles. If it weren't for the pressure from their biological father, Slaanesh, those three probably wouldn't have had a good way to deal with this group of aliens.

"it is good."

Arthur nodded and received the coordinate information predicted by Ramses using his psychic power.

Eldar ships are known for their high speed, and they cannot be boarded by the naked eye like Imperial ships, which can easily send them into space.

He focused his attention on the information about the Eldar warship in his mind, and then swung his sword at the prophesied moment.

puff!

Blood spurts.

The surroundings suddenly became unusually quiet. The clicking sounds of the Thinker and the sound of the engine vibrating the deck disappeared into thin air.

Arthur and Ramses appeared in a quiet passage, with an Eldar sentry in front of them who had been split open from head to toe.

Her soul stone was dim and empty.

Apparently, this lucky man has found eternal rest.

“This environment is not on the same level.”

Ramses stroked the integrated wall structure of the Eldar ship, feeling the silent atmosphere, and felt as if he had moved from a green train to a high-speed train.

It is said that these ships and various equipment of the Eldar were directly grown by the Eldar's shapers who manipulated the growth of spirit bones.

"Where is the target?" Arthur observed the surrounding environment. They should be inside this Eldar starship now and cannot see out the window at all.

The veins deeply embedded in the surrounding spiritual bone structure began to emit a strange light, which should mean that their invasion had been discovered.

"Let me see."

Ramses subconsciously wanted to call on the Eldar to settle the score, and then he remembered that the person was killed by Arthur.

Then he reluctantly clicked on a demon and warned:

"Next time you encounter a prophet-type enemy, don't just kill them. I'm still useful."

"it is good."

Arthur nodded and began to move quickly inside the ship following Ramses' instructions.

bump--

Near the outer porthole, a team led by an assault scorpion captain rushed out from the intersection, and behind their team was a bipedal war machine.

The Nether Guard is a spirit bone construct powered by soul stones. Its battlefield functions can be modeled after the Astartes' dreadnought.

Why are there still Dark Eldar?

After reporting this question to Romulus and asking him to take care of it, Arthur stepped forward with the poison crystal weapon, and hit a dark elf against the wall with his shield. The sword hidden behind the shield quickly swept off his head.

Then, like an illusory afterimage, he passed through the pulse cannon fire of the Assault Scorpion Warrior and pounced on the Nether Guard like a nimble hunter.

When he dodged, Ramses was the one who was in trouble.

"."

Ramses held up the void shield, and the moment these injuries were sent into the subspace, he called them out one by one and delivered them accurately to their master's forehead.

clang!
The strong shield blocked the opponent's slashing blow, and he simply countered the opponent's two moves with a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

In a collision, Arthur's hand loosened, and the black sword was knocked away and embedded in the forehead of an assault scorpion. His free arm grabbed the head of the Nether Guardian.

woo-

The servo motors in various parts of the armor began to run at high speed, and with brute force, the Nether Guard was brought to the ground.

Dragging the Nether Guardian, making it impossible for him to recover his damaged balance, Arthur turned around and drew his sword, while the shield force field was constantly fine-tuned to block the damage from the surroundings.

As a ranger was about to launch a surprise attack, he stretched out his arm and the explosive pistol hidden behind the shield wiped the ranger's upper body directly from the physical world.

Then Arthur thrust the sword down hard, shattering the soul stone of the Nether Guardian, and then he disappeared again like a cloud of illusory fog.

When the team looked back, the surging torrent of psychic energy from behind completely engulfed them.

"Perfect."

Ramses looked at the corpses on the ground, and the soul stones were all empty.

Slaanesh spells are still useful. Every time you draw an Eldar, it’s always a sure thing.

"You damn monkeys!"

The Eldar prophet holding a spear rushed over and noticed the corpses and dim soul stones on the ground, and couldn't help but let out a painful roar.

He came in a hurry, with only a few advisors and howling banshees around him. It would be irrational to clash with the enemy at this moment.

But this does not hinder his confidence.

The Eldar are born with amazing reaction speed and tough bodies. Although they are psychic units, these prophets are like the think tanks of the Astartes. Their bodies are not weak, but are even stronger with the help of psychic power.

click -

The knight ignored the so-called psychic shield and grabbed the throat of the Eldar prophet with his palm like a pair of steel pliers.

In just a moment, the prophet felt that his innate connection with psychic power was completely severed, and all the spells prepared in his mind were completely useless.

???

No, is this reasonable?
clang!
After a brief moment of daze, the prophet was smashed against the wall. His excellent racial perception talent brought him incredible pain.

"Damn monkeys! And your damn witchcraft! Your ancestors should have been completely wiped out when they were in the water."

The prophet immediately realized that he had fallen into the trap of arrogance, and he had no choice but to roar in High Gothic with his most vicious words.

"The fleet of our great race has arrived. The fate that awaits you is only annihilation."

Before he could react, Arthur, too lazy to listen to what this guy was saying, quickly threw it behind him.

As for the banshee.

Their psychic screams that were constantly influencing the enemy's minds were silenced on the spot.

"Why worry about so many things?"

A hand firmly caught the prophet's head.

"Come on, come into the house with me."

(End of this chapter)