Standard Imperial Calendar,
Human Empire, Solar Star Domain, Planet Urk
The days of Eldar glory were past, and ever since she had discovered this, the familiarity had been indisputable.
When necessity turns into indulgence, when bloodshed changes from serving a greater purpose to satisfying one's own desires.
Is their existence a necessity or an indulgence?
Later, Veronica, the War Witch of Craftworld Ulthwe, banished these unsavory thoughts.
There will be time for reflection, but not now.
She grabbed her staff, the psychic crystal spear buzzing in her hand, and focused her attention on her surroundings.
After a moment of concentration, she took control of her psychic senses, confining herself to the sealed transport unit of the Storm Serpent tank.
The hull throbs with graceful white-green psychic energy, the quiet and stable interior of the grav tank cloaked in powerful shields, emitting only slight vibrations from its thrust vectoring engines or flickering teleportation energy.
She was surrounded by the Black Watch, all thinking the same thing, anticipating the sound and fury when they landed and launched a surprise attack.
A fight is waiting for them.
She saw it coming.
Veronica's long fingers tightened around her staff, which she hadn't wielded in a long time.
The hum of the crystal was gradually increasing.
Initial contact reports are displayed on the communication link.
The Hornet formation has harvested a lot of lives, using their high mobility to induce Ork to move towards the predetermined ambush location.
Although the Arkworld has tried its best to prevent this operation from being noticed by humans, they do not have enough time because there is a human outpost here. If the time is delayed for too long, there may be variables——
Although she hasn't seen any changes in the thread of fate.
The battle court to which Veronica belonged moved quickly from the east, passing low and fast through rocky canyons and pillars, and then over the hills. Three neat phalanxes and speeding gravity tanks shone in the hot sun.
Already in her mind she saw the Orks flanking the red ruins of shurikens and lasers, splattering the dry earth with black blood and burning iron.
She has seen through everything.
All of this is already determined and inevitable.
Veronica knows this matter is important to her and plans to join the game to make the most of her abilities.
"We're at our location, Zhan Wu."
The pilot of the Storm Serpent said over the link, and Veronica nodded to the black-helmeted Watchers around her.
She said nothing, but her spirit touched their souls all the time.
Then, the rear hatch of the Storm Serpent tank opened smoothly.
As Veronica descended lightly from the hatch, the lenses of her crested helm adjusted to the awe-inspiring light in her eyes, and the staff sang in her hands.
In her unrealistic vision, she was surrounded by the aura of fighting fever.
The Eldar's attack darted like a spear into the flank of the Orcs, piercing deep before snapping.
The warrior squads and the howling banshees' ferocious avengers had left their transport units, while the falcon tanks and flame crystal tanks had begun to rapidly destroy the Ork vehicles, creating a mass of death.
The shurikens sang in the air to suppress the roar of the Orcs. These green-skinned lower creatures were in chaos, being torn to death one by one.
"We've got their attention."
The captain of the Howling Banshee said in the connection, while Veronica was still in the Storm Serpent tank.
Around her the Watchers waited, their minds steady, anticipating the sounds and frenzy of landing for a surprise attack.
"It's not yet time—"
When the Watchers spread out around her, Veronica suddenly spoke, and they immediately stopped their movements neatly.
"Not yet."
Green and white robes wrapped tightly around the Storm Serpent as she moved towards the reorganizing Ork lines.
She could feel their confusion, densely packed in the hot air.
But now is not the time to rush into battle. She has already paid the price for her impulse once. That rainy night often appears in her dreams——
And for some reason, there was a face covered in rain that appeared together with that rainy night, a face full of hypocrisy and justice that made her sick.
She thought it was the aftereffect of her reckless act of directly attacking the opponent's soul. She also asked the Great Prophet, but the Great Prophet told her that this was not an abnormality.
However, the Great Prophet also warned her that what she saw in that human's mind must not be told to a third person, even the lords of the Ark.
Veronica kept in mind the teachings of the great prophet, but could not change the fact that an inferior creature often appeared in her mind, and she often felt distressed and angry about it.
Before she started taking up her duties, she was not that prejudiced against humans. However, as her contact increased, she discovered that humans are really completely unreasonable creatures——
They won't accept any help from Veronica or her race, and will fire on them every chance they get.
This is what dirty humans do.
She had no interest in them or their ignorant hatred.
While she was thinking, the Orks who had regrouped also discovered the Storm Serpent that had been following them.
The Orks with guns started shooting, and a large amount of flames passed her side. The pilot asked to close the hatch, but Veronica refused.
The Ork's shots only lasted a few seconds before he was brought down by those from the Black Watch.
The greenskins fell wailing, their weak points, eyes, throats and joints torn out one by one. Ada's warriors easily killed these beasts before they realized what was happening.
Later, Veronica also gathered her Void Blade and threw it at those dirty greenskins.
The translucent psychic blade left her fingers with a terrible wail, tearing a line of fire through the air.
Veronica's will control guided the movement of the Void Blade, hitting the nearest Ork, and knocked the three greenskins away in the blink of an eye with a terrifying crunching sound.
Although she is still very young (by Eldar standards), Veronica's talent is the highest among her peers, even surpassing many war wizards who have served for hundreds of years - many people believe in her future path The road may lead to the realm of the Phoenix Lord.
After easily wiping out three green skins, she smiled and waved her hand, and the Void Blade immediately vibrated at high frequency and sent out an impact, tearing apart the body of the nearest green skin.
Blood splattered everywhere on the battlefield.
Normally, such distance would make movement difficult for a weaker psyker, but for her it was as easy as not thinking.
Her clasped fingers formed a secret seal originating from the Ada gods.
Immediately, the blade of nothingness formed a semicircle in the air, then divided into two, and then divided into four - until it became twenty-four, swinging and rotating like a line connected to each other.
