Lukovus squatted on the broken battlements and looked at the sky.
He could hear his brothers eating the Eldar corpses behind him, but he took no part in it himself.
He had eaten their flesh before and didn't force himself to repeat the experience because their blood was thin and sour and their skin wasn't as salty as human flesh.
The leader of the Weeping Eye is unsure where these Eldar came from, and although he keeps a vigil to the sky and refuses to go underground, he sees no sign of the xenos landing craft.
Yet they kept appearing, here and there, moving behind crumbling walls or appearing on fallen spires.
The prison fortress stretched for several kilometers in all directions, and he knew his raptors couldn't cover all the ground on their own, although he pushed them hard to try.
What confused him the most was that the aliens didn't seem to send out the numbers he expected. They had enough ships to deploy an army on the ground.
Instead, he witnessed Eldar squads entering the prison and massacring the hapless criminals and Imperial jailers.
So he mused, the thrusters on his back whining sympathetically.
Suddenly, a bloody eye looked up from its meal, and the raptor breathed slowly, sucking in unhealthy air through its mouth grille and taking another puff of mist.
"I saw something."
The bloody eye said.
"More Eldar?"
Lukovus stopped thinking and started asking.
"One shadow within another, there."
Bloody Eyes pointed at the protruding part of a dilapidated stone building.
"...There seems to be a lot of stuff."
Lukovus turned his head and looked around, and immediately felt that his throat was so painful that it seemed like it was going to split.
An Eldar was kneeling on a wall 200 meters away, holding a crescent-shaped sword in one hand, and huge eagle wings rising in an arc from his shoulder blades.
Along with the wails that filled the sky, four more winged figures appeared there, each squatting on the top of a broken tower or wall.
"The Eyes of Weeping Blood."
Lukovus whispered to his relatives.
"Finally, I found some prey worth hunting."
In the warrior way of the Eldar, there is a special branch called the Soaring Eagle, which is a type of warrior that emphasizes high mobility and represents the hunting bird in the ancient Eldar legends.
The ancient Ada people believed that the souls of murdered Ada people would enter the eagle and hover over the killer's head, so the eagle became a symbol of judgment for crimes.
The Flying Eagle warriors are equipped with complex flying wing equipment to allow them to enter the winning point of the battlefield and provide fire support. Their flying wings are composed of vibrating feather discs and small anti-gravity suspension devices connected together. They were flying so fast that they looked like a blur of color.
Like the Wailing Banshees, the Soaring Eagles sacrifice defense for mobility, and their armor only protects against minor damage.
The weapons of the Soaring Eagles are mainly high-rate pulse laser guns, which make them good at dealing with light infantry. It is also worth noting that they are also equipped with cleverly designed grenade launchers fixed on their legs, allowing them to fly Sometimes you can bomb the enemy.
In addition, they are equipped with wire grenades (a grenade used to disable electronic equipment and energy systems) to disable vehicles.
Faced with the provocation of the raptors, the eagles responded with screams for screams and blades with blades.
The Eye of Weeping Blood surges into the air on roaring propellers, and as it chases its prey, dirty exhaust gas fills the sky.
Eldar in azure armor responded to the hateful screams with battle-crys of their own - each a shrill cry of contempt.
It was an ugly fight.
The Eldar fled first, with the Raptors in hot pursuit.
Most of the aliens are armed with slender, tapered laser rifles that fire out radiant energy.
They needed some distance to use them, and the raptors fired back with short-range bolt pistols from the sky, their desperate wails of crashing and slashing filling the sky.
The first one to fall from the sky was the raptor Zeke.
Lukovus heard the sounds of death—a choking gargle and throat cracking from bloody lungs, followed by the corkscrew sound of an engine stalling.
Seeing Zeke's body falling on the uneven ground, Lukovos felt his tongue hurt and his mouth was filled with fishy smell.
Lukovus had been with him through many twisted years since the first night of the Siege of Terra.
He was so angry that he spat at the sight of such a noble soul being wounded by the alien's filth.
The Eldar leaned back, her eagle wings vibrating to the rhythm of the melody - she flipped through the air, swooping with the true grace of a bird of prey.
Lukovus followed her, engine roaring, his breath of smoke contrasting with the other's glide.
Each time, what he cut with his claws was nothing more than air, while the strange female dog jumped to avoid it and flew with her back hunched over.
"Damn it!"
The raptor let out a scream of frustration that he could no longer suppress.
Either the tilt of her crested helm had ruptured her eardrums, for she ignored it entirely, and the Eldar flew higher, spinning in the air, blades trailing a cloud of electric fire.
Blood-eyed Lukovus chased her, his long tusks screaming like engines of protest.
Finally, Lukovus caught him with a sudden change of speed, grabbing the alien's wings from behind.
Claws split open the alien forged material, and with another cry, she twisted her body in the air, picked up her sword and tried to fight back against the raptor.
Lukovus dodged her sword, his free hand ripping off her helmet and grabbing her by the throat, lifting her high in his arms.
Another precious second passed.
"Good night, my dear."
He said to her face, licking her blood-stained face with his barbed tongue under the alien girl's disgusted gaze.
Lucofus then laughed and let her go, letting her fall from the sky, becoming a mirror of Zeke's ignominious death.
When the alien's body fell to the ground, Lukovus also fell heavily to the ground.
He walked over to her and noticed blood seeping from several of her armor joints before the raptor rolled the eagle's body with its talons.
Her slanted eyes, lifeless as sapphires, stared upward into the gray sky.
Lukovus noticed that she wore a smooth red gemstone on her chest, which he had heard the Emperor's Children's raptors call the "Soul Stone."
Then he tore the gem from the Eldar's armor and swallowed it whole.
Lukovus hoped that her immortal soul would enjoy its fate of living in his intestines forever.
At this time, there was only a bang, and a heavy object fell behind Lukovus.
He turned around and saw the raptors falling from the sky one after another, blood spraying into the sky.
Lukovus realized something had destroyed them.
"Soul Hunter."
Lukofus opened the communicator. Due to the distortion of the distance, the prophet's voice was flawed.
"I hear you, Lukovus."
"The Eyes of Weeping Blood are dead, and I am the last one."
He heard Talos snort vigorously.
"I'm sorry to hear that, bro, would you like to come down with us?"
The raptor raised his head, dark clouds gathering above his head - he could feel something approaching him quickly.
"No, I can't leave for now. Something is coming. Talos, take care of yourself."
