Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Her long, silvery-white hair fell from behind her helmet, swaying gently with her steps.

Her name is Ilancia Moonblade.

A warrior from the Ark, and the one who carried out this assassination.

She stopped in front of a broken observation deck and raised her hand to signal the group to stop.

In the distance, the main tower of Saint Harbor stands like a steel spear piercing the night, its body illuminated by newly installed foundation sequence monitoring lights.

At the very top is the core of the Domination Court, where Lawson temporarily works.

A Spirit Ranger whispered, "The human warlord is up there."

Ilancia took out a spirit bone talisman plate as thin as a leaf.

Fragments of prophecy left by the prophet appeared on the talisman.

That wasn't a complete prophecy, but rather a set of fragmented images.

Black hole, golden fire, countless demon souls shattered in the flames, the Eldar soul stones stolen from the Huron Treasury.

There was also a silver thread that was forcibly burned through the web of fate.

The prophet's voice seemed to still echo in my ears.

"The fire in his hand shattered the soul from the web of fate."

"For some desperate people, that may be a relief."

"For Fangzhou, that would be another form of annihilation."

Ilancia put away the talisman and pressed her fingertips onto the soul stone on her chest.

The Eldar of the Ark are not afraid of ordinary death; they are afraid of their souls falling into the mouths of Slaanesh.

Soulstones are the last refuge.

The endless loop is the final destination of our ancestors.

The future of Inid is the last hope that some of the Arks still want to believe in.

The golden fire in Klossen's hand seemed to have bypassed all of this.

After he killed the demon, its soul disappeared from the warp.

It's a nightmare for demons.

For the Eldar, this is a breach that cannot be ignored.

If Lawson truly possesses thousands of soul stones and wields this Annihilation Flame, then he is no ordinary human warlord.

He is a knife's edge standing beside the future of the Ark.

An Avenger wearing an eagle-winged helmet whispered, "We've confirmed that he defeated Chaos Warmaster Abaddon."

Another ranger coldly said, "So killing him now is more reasonable than waiting until he gets stronger."

The Eldar have a small population and cannot withstand the drain.

They are accustomed to making their moves before the threads of fate have tightened.

Ilancia looked up at the main tower of Saint Harbor.

“If he is only killing demons, we can stand by and watch.”

"But he possesses the soul stones of our compatriots."

"He also has the fire that can make a soul disappear from fate."

"This is something we can't gamble on."

A Spirit Warlock stood behind her, whispering from beneath his mask.

"Perhaps he doesn't understand the significance of the Soul Stone."

Ilancia glanced at him: "What humans don't understand is often used as a weapon by them."

The warlock fell silent.

Ilancia drew her long blade.

The blade is made of spirit bone and phase metal, and the edge is almost thin, appearing as a cold line in the dark.

She turned to look at the line.

"Remember, we are not here for hatred tonight."

"It's not for the compatriots who were killed by the Vigilant Star more than a decade ago."

"That blood debt can be postponed."

"Tonight, we are here for the future of the Ark."

She put her helmet back on, her silver hair tucked into the helmet's back visor, with only a few strands slipping out from the side of her neck.

"Tonight is the night of this human warlord's death."

P.S.: 1.6 words updated today, brothers. I haven't been feeling well these past few days, but I'll resume with more updates once I've recovered. Thank you all for your support, I'm so grateful...

Chapter 210 Is the Great Demon Slaanesh washing his feet? The Eldar female assassin's worldview has collapsed.

Ilancia hated this feeling.

Humans are meant to be noisy, slow, and bloated, relying on crude firepower and sheer numbers to achieve victory, and then tearing each other apart over the division of spoils and theological disputes afterward.

Saint Harbour under the rule of Crosson was too quiet.

"dispersion."

"Occupy the nodes first."

A young Avenger frowned.

“Ilancia, we have entered the target hive tower's range. The human warlord is above us. Continuing to wait will only increase the risk of exposure.”

The pride of the Ark Eldar is etched into their very bones.

They can accept caution, but they don't like being timid and hesitant in the city of monkeys.

Another ranger leaned against a broken pillar, his cloak almost blending into the shadows.

"The target is surrounded by Terminator guards and those gray-armored soldiers. If we miss the first strike, it will be very troublesome to escape."

The young Avenger sneered: "Humanity's Terminator Armor? A heavy iron coffin. Once the joints are severed, they'll be like beetles unable to turn over."

The ranger glanced at him: "Does Abaddon think the same way?"

This statement caused a brief silence to fall over the team.

Ilancia turned her head and said, "Losen just defeated the Chaos Warmaster, seized the Soul of Vengeance, and destroyed the Chaos Fleet above the Vigilant Star."

"He's still a monkey."

"But he's a monkey that can bite off as many dangerous fragments of a star god as he is."

The young Avenger looked rather grim.

"You've overrated him."

"I value the cost of failure even more."

Ilancia walked up to him.

Her figure was more slender than his, which made the avenger unconsciously lower his gaze.

"If we fail tonight, it won't just be a few soldiers who die."

"The target will know that Ark is targeting him."

"He has the Soul Stone; he can break souls from the web of fate."

"Would you be willing to let such a human begin actively searching for the coordinates of our Ark?"

The young Avenger finally shut up.

The Eldar can mock humans for being stupid, call them monkeys, and look down on them for being short-lived, rude, and superstitious.

But no one wanted a human warlord capable of seizing the Black Legion's flagship to turn his attention to the Ark.

The warlock whispered, "The prophet said there are three paths to fate tonight: decapitation, failure, or chaos in exchange for evacuation."

Ilancia nodded: "So we'll proceed with the third plan."

She unfolded the spirit bone talisman in her hand, and a faint light formed a cross-section of the core layer of Saint Harbor in mid-air.

"Ranger Squad, enter the outer communications tower."

"If I succeed, you cut off the three-second surveillance feed and open the evacuation route."

"If I fail, you shoot the gray-armored officers at the command nodes to create a miscalculation."

The two rangers nodded, their figures disappearing into the shadows along the wall.

"Avengers team, infiltrate the inner corridor of the Starport."

"Cover the retreat after the target is killed."

"The target is not dead. Destroy three elevator shafts to slow down the heavy armored guards' pursuit."

The young Avenger paused for a moment, then lowered his head.

"clear."

Finally, Ilancia looked at the remaining two banshee-masked warriors, who wore long helmets and whose mask lines resembled bones formed from screams.

"Follow me to the inner floor."

"After entering assassination range, remain in the second shadow line."

"I'll draw my sword."

"If the guards around the target react first, put on your masks and hold them off."

A banshee warrior gently stroked her power blade.