Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 85 The Eldar of the Ark Joins the Great Melee
The Eldar, a race that acts as a troublemaker in Warhammer 40.

Just like it is now.

Their empire was once extremely powerful, but after the birth of Slaanesh, one of the four Chaos Gods, almost all of Eldar were devoured by him, with only a small number surviving.

These survivors were categorized into white bean sprouts, black bean sprouts, pinto bean sprouts, and wild bean sprouts based on their characteristics.

And the Death Army holding a meeting of bean sprouts.

Apart from the black bean sprouts, the remaining few can be considered the most humanoid intelligent species in this dark universe.

If they can actually speak human language, then don't act as troublemakers all the time.

Like now.

Originally, Kasgar only needed to advance slowly, flanking the Orcs who had jumped ship, with the upcoming reinforcements from the Emperor's Sons.

Once Fugrim completes the decapitation of the Warboss inside the orc warship, victory can essentially be declared.

But at this crucial moment, a group of spirits, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, came to cause trouble again.

Most of them are just using the guise of prophecy or some kind of prophecy to interfere.

I really don't know where these charlatans got their prophecies from?

Kaska cursed inwardly.

"What kind of Eldar warships are those outside?"

Casca asked into the communicator.

Eldar warships are actually quite difficult to identify.

Because it is equipped with a large number of holographic fields as a defense mechanism, it appears as large areas of mosaic.

Unless it's a structure like the Dark Eldar conspiracy, with many black blades attached to the sails.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, humans would not be able to distinguish between the Eldar and Eldar pirates.

This is another reason why the Eldar have a bad reputation among humans.

In most cases, just when the humans try to make a goodwill gesture, what they get is an Eldar pirate ship.

They kidnapped everyone in one go!
After that, even the relatively friendly white bean sprout ships would open fire on sight.

And so, the two sides fought on and off, loving and killing each other for tens of thousands of years.

"They've come in. Based on the analysis of the people who boarded, they are very likely the Eldar from the Ark."

Aidor's voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

This is accompanied by a large amount of explosion screams and battle noise as background noise.

The Ark Eldar.

A bunch of charlatans.

Although it is dangerous, there is still a possibility of negotiation.

"Quinn, where are your Stormbirds now?"

"Approaching you, sir!"

"Alright. The plan has changed. We'll clear out the Eldar on the upper deck first, then go to the middle deck to deal with the remaining Orc forces."

"Guide me to the upper deck. Over."

"Yes, sir."

"You barbarian monkeys, is this all you've got?"

"What a waste of this warship. Considering your clumsy and crude manufacturing standards, it was actually quite well-made."

Princess Irelia, a practitioner of the way of the seafarer.

She wore a chestnut-brown braid that shot straight up, and her slender, long face was filled with mockery as she thoroughly ridiculed the failures of the emperor's sons.

"For monkeys, this is certainly something to be encouraged."

"But compared to the warships of our great Eldar, they are still nothing more than laughable and clumsy imitations."

Irele laughed wildly.

Her breastplate was engraved with a symbol of a shrine burning with raging flames.

This represents the ark to which she belongs—Iyanden.

As the youngest and most talented naval commander on the Eyjafjallar Ark, Princess Iriel even looked down on her own Eldar.

Not to mention these humans she has always looked down upon.

"Damn alien!"

Aido struggled to stand up again.

Her power armor was badly damaged, especially her right arm where she held the sword, where blood was gushing out from some small cracks.

That was a wound left from being pierced by the opponent's star dart weapon.

"Keep quiet, or the next shot will be aimed at your ugly heart."

"Iriel threatened impatiently."

Actually, she didn't want to come at all.

It's all the fault of those old prophets who spend all their time berating the young Eldar for "the decline of morality and the loss of spiritual values."

I don't know what went wrong with them, but they suddenly announced that they had received a distress call from the Phoenix God Asuyan, and sensed that He was being corrupted by Slaanesh.

Moreover, the prophecy states that if they do not intervene, it will be in their way.
Their phoenix god Asuyan will thus become the servant of the thirsty lady!
What a joke!
Asu was corrupted by Sin.

Are you awake?

So many years have passed since the Great Fall, have all these old prophets gone mad?
But in the end, he couldn't go against those respected elders. As the most outstanding naval genius among the younger generation of Eldar, Si Zhan Yiriel accepted this ridiculous task.

Please!

Asuyan had already been devoured by the thirsty lady (Slaanesh), leaving not even a trace. Where could she go to "save" Him?
Even if it's possible to save them, you should ask the Phoenix Lord for this kind of thing!
We rescued Asu from the thirsty lady, really?
Is this something we can do?

This is too cruel to torture the young spirit race.
Helpless, Iriel had no choice but to sail the ship to the location where Asuyan had sent out a distress call according to the prophecy.

They had barely crossed the net passage when they saw a group of monkey ships being attacked by orcs.

Perfect timing! I'll come here to help them deal with the orcs and find out what's going on.

Fight the orcs, go go go!

So Irelia led several dozen elite tribe warriors and jumped onto the upper deck of the Imperial Pride.

They got into a fight with the emperor's sons there.

Although it's unclear why these Eldar, wanting to help eliminate the Orcs, chose to board the upper deck where humans were gathered.

But you know, the Eldar of the Ark are always so unpredictable.

If they could be normal, they wouldn't be the Spirit Race.

They want to help humanity, but they can't be too eager to help.

Otherwise, those barbarian monkeys might actually believe that the Spirit Race are some selfless allies.

Therefore, Yrel chose to defeat all the humans first, and then help them eliminate the orc threat on the ship.

Only in this way can the powerful strength and noble status of the Spirit Race, an ancient race from the universe, be demonstrated.

Hmph, I was just passing by and asked about the situation, I'm not here to help you!

Don't get me wrong!

"Pfft, that sounds nice, but they're nothing more than bandits taking advantage of the chaos."

"If Lady Fugrim were still alive, she would send all of you damned aliens to hell!"

Aidoru continued to glare at the other person with resentment.

Fugrim killed the orc leader on the orc warship.

Vespasian was at the deck dock, leading the remaining sons of the Emperor to intercept the orc Warboss leader.

Abdron was seriously injured and is recuperating in Byzantium.

If even one of them could get onto the spaceship, they would surely slap this alien's arrogant face to pieces.

If the second company commander, Aqua Duna, were here, that would also be fine.
Even Casca!

In the mind of the Emperor's son, Casgar seemed to have reached the same level as Lemanrus.

"You barbarian monkey, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Seeing that the other party was still struggling, Irele said coldly.

"I already told you, we're here to help you, right?"

"Behave yourself and listen to me."

"We won't do anything to you."

Hearing Irelia's words, Adorlu found it laughable. Who comes to help and immediately rushes in to beat someone up?

But this still couldn't stop Irelia from getting closer and closer to the spaceship's control system.

"Aliens! Get off our ship!"

In this final, critical moment, the master of ceremonies, Rellano, rushed forward.

"Rellano!"

He was indeed a highly respected and knowledgeable role model within the legion.

However, in terms of combat strength, the fact that she was able to defeat Ador with her light and agile movements is enough to show that Rellano is no match for this genius Elven girl.

"Tsk, yet another savage monkey courting death."

"Is violence all that's left in your muscle brains?"

Yrel scoffed as she dodged the opponent's attacks. Even with the Space Marine's superior physical abilities, he couldn't gain much of an advantage against a Eldar combat genius like her.

"You little monkey, I'm getting a bit angry."

Irele's tone was displeased.

These barbaric monkeys are incompetent and unwilling to obey.

Then don't blame her for making an example of someone.

In an instant, the blade in her hand plunged towards the other person's heart.

"stop!!!"

Suddenly, a stern shout came from her right side, signaling her to stop.

For some reason, at the shout to stop, Irelia unconsciously stopped the blade in her hand and did not move forward even an inch.

when!
Another Space Marine suddenly appeared and blocked her blade.

It was Kasgar, who was currently using the [Severing] power sword, forged by Fugrim himself (no offense intended), to deflect the Eldar's sharp blade.

"Rellano, are you alright?"

Casca reached out and helped him to his feet.

"No, but if I really took that much damage, I'd probably have to go to the Fearless."

"Alright, you all go down and rest first. I'll handle things here."

Casca turned around and looked at the bean sprouts that still looked up at the sky.

"Eldar, what do you want from my warship?"

"I don't want to think about anything. The crude products of those barbarian monkeys are not worth our Spirit Clan's covetousness."

"Then why did you invade our warships?"

“We came to help you fight the Ork, yet you use the word ‘invasion’—that’s incredibly rude.”

"If it's to fight the orcs, why are they fighting our people here?"

Casca was trying hard to suppress his anger.

"Of course it's because of you treacherous barbaric monkeys."

"What if we deal with the orcs first, and then you take the opportunity to attack us from both sides?"

(The Empire actually did do this before.)

(More than once)
"So, to be on the safe side, isn't it reasonable to first take down you bunch of battle-obsessed savage monkeys before dealing with those battle-obsessed orcs?"

Casca: "...Sigh."

Therefore, communicating with the Eldar is quite frustrating.

(Actually, both sides are about the same.)
Enough talk, let's get straight to it.

Kasgar activated the disintegration field of his power sword, swung the blade horizontally, and charged toward his opponent.

Shield Stab might be useful against bulky Orcs and Space Marines.

However, when facing the agile and nimble Elven race, doing this would only result in being beaten up.

Chop or hack.

However, the azure disintegration force field could only trace an arc through the air.

Irelia was tall and slender, and moved with agility and speed.

She easily dodged the attack.

Missing his first strike, Kasgar used his wrist to rotate his power sword back into place and continued to charge forward, slashing.

This time, Irelia chose to dodge to the side, while simultaneously closing in on Kasgar, slashing his blade at his waist.

Faced with the Spirit Clan's sharp edge, he loosened his grip on the sword with his right hand and dodged the attack backward, then used his left hand to flick the sword that had just been slashing down diagonally upward.

The movements were equally fluid and natural.

With both being masters of close combat, their fight was a sight to behold for onlookers.

Behind Ireil, numerous tribe warriors wearing enormous masks were eager to fight. Had Ireil ​​not ordered them to wait, they would have rushed forward and torn this foolish monkey to pieces.

"Humans, stop."

After dozens of rounds of fighting with no clear victor, Irelia chose to leave the battle area and stand with the tribe warriors beside her.

"There's something wrong with you."

Iriel's expression was strange, as if she was thinking about something odd.

"Ok?"

Being called a human by the Eldar for the first time, instead of "Mon-keigh," was indeed a novel experience for Kasgar.

"You give me a strange feeling."

"Why can't I use my full strength to fight you?"

Her complexion was not good.

Whenever Irelia wanted to launch an attack, a feeling deep within her would cause her to drastically reduce the force of her attacks.

A tranquility that only exists in temples.

Deep down, a premonition seemed to tell her not to make an enemy of this large human in purple-gold armor.

She didn't quite understand why.

"You're asking me?"

Casca's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

No, ladies?!

You suddenly burst in and knocked down all my imperial sons, and then suddenly said you didn't want to be my enemy anymore?

Casgar began to understand why the Alien Inquisition was so extreme.

Question, understand, become.

“I have no idea what you’re thinking, but I’m only giving you two options right now.”

"Work with us to drive the orcs out, and I can forgive everything that happened today."

"Leave this place immediately, or you will face our endless wrath!"

"Who gave you, a Mon human, permission to order me around?"

Irelia gritted her teeth, showing no sign of backing down.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Casca asked."

"I'll fight the Ork with you."

"Irele replied."

Say the most cowardly things in the harshest tone.

Although Irelia's words were still defiant, her heart had calmed to the point that she was almost incapable of launching any further attacks against Casgar.

"Okay. But I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

"If you go back on your word again, I will no longer show you any leniency."

"Hmph, who needs your tolerance?"

"What are you still looking at? Come on, let's go with him."

Yrel commanded his tribesmen to keep up with Casgar's pace.

(End of this chapter)