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"She uses her psychic powers so brazenly and openly, isn't she afraid of being eaten by Slaanesh?" Russell was a little confused.

Yes, he had time to wonder. Although Revatien was now being held at knifepoint by Ebonin, Russell was not worried about her life. Because Revatien was not alone.

Almost in perfect sync with Aponin's move to knock down Revatien, another agile figure that was too fast to be captured by the naked eye flashed from the shadows. It was her sister... well, I don't know if it was a sister or a younger sister, anyway, Revatien's twin sister rushed out from the darkness, and Revagallen stabbed Aponin's heart with a spirit bone short spear at lightning speed.

At this moment, there is less than a second left before the arm blade pierces the throat.

Aponin had no eyes on her back, but relying on her keen psychic warning, she gave up on killing Revatien the moment she was about to be stabbed in the back. The figure wearing a silk cloak leaped in front of Russell and avoided the short spear that should have pierced her heart.

Aiboning supported herself on the ground with one hand, and spread her legs wide, ready to jump at any time. She looked back vigilantly and saw that the peeper who had been subdued by her before had stood up again.

Revatien bent down and pulled out the bone spear that had been knocked away by Aponin before, and walked over with Revagallen in an elegant cat-like pace.

The two sisters had the same body shape and posture, and their movements were completely synchronized. It was obvious that they were two people walking, but only one footstep could be heard. Even the breath of their souls felt through the spiritual sense was almost the same... If it wasn't for the fact that he was almost pierced through the heart by Rivagaren just now, Aponin would even suspect who put a huge mirror on this observatory.

Click, click, Revagallen and Revatien were getting closer and closer.

"Twins, twins are extremely rare among the Dark Eldar, and they are one-of-a-kind. The armor they wear is well-made and has the effect of conducting psychic energy, which is not the equipment style used by the Savage Eldar. Harlequins are even more unlikely... So are they the Ark Eldar? Why are there Ark Eldar here? Has our plan been leaked? Or..."

Thanks to their developed nervous system, the elves' thinking speed is generally hundreds to thousands of times faster than humans. Just these few steps are enough for Aponin to think of many things.

She could notice that Governor Banhart was shocked and confused by the appearance of the Eldar twins. The subtle emotions that were revealed subconsciously were not disguised. Aponin was sure that Banhart knew nothing about it.

But Russell...Abonin glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye and saw Russell smiling at her.

"It's him!"

Without any hesitation, Aponin turned and pounced on the defenseless Russell.

The Eldar are the creations of the Ancient Saints, the culmination of genetic engineering and soul engineering, and the closest organic race to perfection. The Imperial Guards, created by the Emperor with a huge amount of energy and resources, can suppress the reaction speed to within 0.01 milliseconds, and the Eldar - are born with such speed!

Eponine leaned forward and pounced on Russell. Even among the Eldar she was a top warrior, and she moved her blades faster than a person could think.

The attack angle was impeccable, and the timing was so good that he had no time to react. How could Russell resist such a tricky attack? How could a mortal have the strength to resist it?

But whoosh—

There was a phantom gunshot that had been silenced, and Aibonin's body, which had leaped into the air, suddenly stiffened. A sharp pain quickly spread from his left shoulder blade, followed by numbness and a loss of consciousness.

Aponin felt completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground just before the blade on his arm cut through Russell's handsome face.

In the last moment of her consciousness, Aponin looked back and saw that Revagaren and Revatien were still walking towards her, but in their hands they had a strange gun made of twisted bones, flesh and chitinous shells.

The moment Aponin turned his target to Russell and turned for him, Revatien pulled out his gun and shot her from behind.

"My subordinates don't need to jump on the edge of a knife all day long like the Dark Eldar to seek excitement and satisfy themselves. Why do you have a preconceived notion that they only have cold weapons?" Russell squatted beside the head of the fallen Aponin with a smile, his tone joking.

As they were talking, Revagaren and Revatien came to Russell, knelt on one knee respectfully with the biological guns in their hands, and whispered: "Master, the principle of the 'Sniper Bone Gun' to fire the neurotoxin needles is the traction of psychic energy and the propulsion of the magnetic field. It does not use gunpowder to fire or generate high temperatures, so it should also be classified as a cold weapon in a strict sense."

A long-range cold weapon similar to a bow and crossbow.

Russell was silent.

"Didn't Koroni teach you not to undermine your leader when he's feeling good about himself?" Russell asked, "You have no emotional intelligence?"

"What is that?" The two sisters looked at each other in confusion, then looked up at Russell together.

What a simple girl... I guess she can't do anything except killing people.

Russell suddenly felt guilty for bullying a mentally retarded child.

Nothing." Russell sighed and lowered his head, holding Ebonin's shoulders with both hands and turning her prone body over.

Aibonin's body had been completely paralyzed by the neurotoxin, and her consciousness was also scattered, but she had not yet completely fainted. The white cloth covering her face was connected to the hood, and was slightly undulating due to her rapid breathing. I don't know if it was a visual illusion, but the black ring with a gap on the cloth seemed to be slowly rotating with the rise and fall of the carrier.

"The Dark Eldar who can use psychic powers, the strange circular symbol..." Russell pondered these two particularly glaring doubts.

Does this have anything to do with Slaanesh's furious roar in the Warp not long ago?

Chapter 258 Phoenix

The wound caused by the spiritual bone needle was very small, so small that it was almost invisible, and there was not even a single spot of blood oozing out of Aiboning's smooth skin on his back.

The Sniper Bone Gun is a special biological equipment developed by the Biological Department of the Truth Order specifically for stealth assassination missions. It is specialized in concealment and penetration capabilities based on the conventional Zerg poison injection organs. It is not as lethal as high-explosive weapons, but is more deadly to organic creatures.

If Revatien had not deliberately avoided vital parts such as the brain stem and heart when shooting, and replaced the cytolytic toxin in the cavity with paralyzing toxin in advance, Aponin would have died immediately within 3 seconds of being shot.

It was Russell's intention not to kill her. He hoped to extract something valuable from this dark Eldar.

For example, what does this circle symbol mean?

Rivagaren squatted down and picked up the confused Aponin by the waist. Russell lightly touched his forehead with his index finger, then leaned over to lift up the soft hair in front of Aponin's forehead, lowered his head and put his forehead against hers.

"What are you doing?" Banhart Medius looked at this sudden scene and felt a little angry. Who would knock down the supplier directly as the first step in negotiating a business deal with someone...

But after taking a glance at Revatien's tall and muscular figure and the sniper bone gun in her hand, he did not act rashly.

"I'm casting the Soul Eater spell, one of the evil sorceries mastered by the fallen Thousand Sons Legion. It can directly obtain all the memories of the opponent by devouring the soul." Russell held Ebonin's face with both hands and closed his eyes and said, "The disadvantage of this spell is that the devoured soul and personality may awaken in the caster's body. If the caster's will is not strong enough or the devoured souls are too many and too mixed, they may be tortured by endless resentment and mumbling and become a madman, or directly lose themselves and become another person."

"Besides, the souls of the Dark Eldar are extremely filthy, so I will not consume her soul directly."

As Russell spoke, waves of subtle soul ripples slowly emerged from where their brows were touching. The ripples were so weak that even Governor Banhart, a mortal, could not feel them at all. Only Rivagaren and Rivatien could barely perceive some clues with the extremely keen psychic perception of the elves.

It was as if there was an extremely thin thread connecting the depths of the two people's souls.

"I ask, you answer," Russell said.

"it is good…"

"Why can you use psychic powers?"

"I... I have received the protection of the 'Honorable God'. He redeemed my soul and liberated our imprisoned psychic potential. We no longer have to worry about being watched by the Prince of Pleasure. We can..."

The intermittent words stopped abruptly and she didn't say anything more.

How many Eldar have received the protection of this so-called God?"

"Perhaps, the mediocre people in Comoros have been indulging in pleasure and indulgence for too long and have avoided the concept of God. Only we...only 'Phoenix' has embraced the blessing of God..."

Russell understood: "Phoenix."

Rivagaren was a little confused: "Master, what is Phoenix?"

Russell raised his head and pressed his index finger on Aponin's forehead, saying, "That's an extremist organization in Comoros called the Haemonculi - a school within the Haemonculi."

As he spoke, he glanced at the bewildered Banhart and said, "Tell them what the 'Blood Orcs' are. You should know them very well."

I do have some understanding of this." Banhart took a deep breath and spoke under the gaze of the two sisters, "The Haemonculi are an extreme organization that enjoys a high status and great power in the Dark City of Commorra. The first batch of Haemonculi were the upper nobles of the Ancient Eldar Empire. Therefore, this organization inherited the advanced biotechnology and soul engineering of the Eldar Empire. Most of the elves in Commorra were cloned through the Haemonculi's cloning technology, rather than normal reproduction."

The Eldar slaves he kept on the Emerald Planet were smuggled in through Aponin's channels within the Haemonchi.

Revatien blinked her eyes under the mask in surprise. She knew very well how complex and obscure the genetic information was contained in the gene sequence of the Eldar. Even the supreme mistress Coroniai could only give birth to the Eldar continuously through the uterus of the Tree of Life.

The Haemolings, on the other hand, can clone in large quantities.

This may not mean that their genetic programming technology is stronger than that of the Life-Shaping Queen, but at least in terms of control and understanding of the Eldar genes, the Haemonchi organization's ability is unmatched.

"The fertility of the Eldar is extremely low, so I don't need to say much about the high status of the Haemonchi who master cloning technology in Commorragh." Benhart paused, then continued: "But I still want to emphasize that the Haemonchi have an extremely high status among the Dark Eldar - far higher than you can imagine."

"Because in addition to using cloning to mass-produce Eldar, the Haemonchi also possess the power of 'resurrection'. As long as the death is not too long, then even if only a broken hand remains of the deceased, the Haemonchi can restore it to its original state through blasphemous biotechnology.

Therefore, any Dark Eldar of a higher status would sign a costly resurrection contract with the Haemonculi, preserving a portion of their soul in a special container of these technological lunatics, hoping to be reborn after their sudden death. "

Seeing the shocked expressions on Revagallen and Revatien's faces, Russell laughed, "Actually, the Eldar in ancient times could be resurrected infinitely. They were a 'complete' race that had completed psychic ascension. The entire race was closely connected by a huge spiritual field, and they truly achieved immortality of will... But now, ten thousand years after the collapse of the Eldar Empire, only the Haemonchi, who inherited part of the old empire's broken legacy, can provide a few high-priced resurrection services to the dignitaries of the Dark Eldar."

"I see..." Rivagaren whispered to himself.

If the original members of the Eldar of the Fordlan Ark listened to Russell's description of the past glory of the Eldar Empire, their memories of civilization and sorrow over the collapse of their homeland would emerge, but they would not. The children born in Coroniai believe in the Tree of Life, the visible and tangible Zerg Matriarch, rather than the illusory Eldar gods.

"That's off topic, let's get back to the Phoenix School."

Russell looked down at the curtain covering Ebonin's face and said, "The Haemonculi are also divided into many factions: Flesh Prophets, Abomination Wizards, Phantoms... These are the well-known Haemonculi schools, but just like the Inquisition of the Human Empire, there are also some hidden factions. There is also a little-known 'Phoenix' school among the Haemonculi."

"Or let me put it another way - the Phoenix School."

Russell said: "The Phoenix School believes in an ancient legend among the Eldar - when the last Eldar in the galaxy finally dies, the sleeping 'God of Death' will awaken amid the dying wails of all the Eldar, and the God of the Dead 'Inad' will take advantage of the hatred and anger of the extinction of the race to kill Slaanesh, allowing the Eldar to gain final liberation and redemption."

"The general mainstream view is that the awakening of the Death God Inad means the extinction of the Eldar, but the Phoenix School has a different explanation. They believe that a more thorough destruction will completely cleanse the Eldar's corruption and decadence. When the Death God kills Slaanesh, all the Eldar souls that were once devoured by Slaanesh will be free. The Eldar will be reborn in the dust of destruction and regain their past glory and honor. This is the philosophy of the Phoenix School, an extreme philosophy that is enough to make the extremely tyrannical Dark Eldar say that you are too extreme."

"The nirvana philosophy of destruction and rebirth makes the Phoenix sect happy to see their own kind being killed. Every death of an Eldar will bring them one step closer to their ultimate goal. However, such an extreme philosophy is bound to be unacceptable to other people of the same kind. Therefore, they are still an unknown secret school within the Haemonculi. Even other schools of the Haemonculi are unaware of the existence of this extreme faction."

Russell patted Aponin's face and smiled at the dumbfounded Banhart: "I never thought that our governor of the star region would hook up with a member of the Phoenix Clan."

After a long silence, Banhart considered his words carefully and said in a serious tone: "I want to ask you a question, Mr. Russell."

"You ask."

"Since the Phoenix School is such a secretive school that even the Haemonchi themselves are unaware that there is such a faction within their ranks, then... then how did you know of their existence?"

Russell was stunned.

Yeah, how did I know?

Chapter 259 Creditors

How did the Star-Bouncing Envoy know this top secret that few people even know among the Haemonchi?

It couldn't be that the Star-Ballist told him, that would be ridiculous. The outside world speculated that the Star-Ballist was "an ancient immortal who survived from the Dark Ages of Technology." However, the Phoenix School was one of the most mysterious of the already mysterious Haemonculi, and even the Emperor of Mankind didn't know much about this extreme group of guys. Wasn't the Emperor an immortal? He was almost as old as the human race itself.

Russell thought, why not just tell you that I went to the Black Library to read the official novel.

Wait, Black Library seems to be the name of a craft world ship...

That’s even harder to explain.

So Russell chose not to say anything, and continued to lower his head and stick close to Aponin, and asked:

"What is the name of the 'God' who protects you, 'Phoenix'?"

Honorable God, Honorable God’s name…”

Unlike the previous two questions, this time Aponin did not answer Russell's question immediately. Her lips were trembling and murmuring, and suddenly, her body struggled violently.

"How is it possible! He can still move after being paralyzed by the neurotoxin that my mother prepared specifically for the Eldar!"

Rivagaren was quick-witted and quick-handed. She immediately clamped her legs tightly around Abonin's waist, and locked her arms with her hands, preventing Abonin from committing suicide with the arm blade of her elbow.

With his upper body locked by Rivagaren and unable to break free, Aponin desperately kicked his long and muscular thighs. The cloth covering his face was completely wet with sweat and stuck to his face, revealing the outlines of his facial features.

On her face, a dark circle with a gap was spinning rapidly.

"Her soul is being torn apart by some immense and powerful force! 'He' seems to be pulling her into the warp!"

Russell immediately understood the current situation. His previous question obviously touched upon some taboo area!