"The Orks have artillery on the ridge."
The Viper fighter pilot warned in the link:
"If they open fire, they'll tear us to pieces."
Veronica knew the pilot was right, she could see the flickering light of the cannon through the dust from the backup Orks, and she stretched out her consciousness to try to grasp the entangled future, trying to catch some glimpse.
Soon, in her consciousness, she saw the shell of the Viper fighter spinning and falling to the ground with a wisp of smoke.
She saw sparks, a roaring horde of greenskins coming down in a wave of stench.
Her comrades lay dead in the shattered hull.
And she herself was dragged out of the ruins, dazed and bloody.
He was then beaten to death by wild beasts and dismantled for display.
But none of this will happen.
She could clearly see the crystalline weave representing reality, broken from the main thread, disappearing into oblivion, unfulfilled.
The green-skinned artillery was silent, and still is.
She didn't have time to think about why, what mattered was now.
"--Believe me."
Her will was conveyed to the pilot, who immediately lowered the Viper.
Not far below, the martial arts master led the banshees to maintain the left side of the Eldar front line. Their glorious white armor was stained by blood and gravel. Their blades were dripping with blood. They exchanged fire under the cover of the Falcon gravity tank. A recent encounter with Orks.
As Veronica disembarked from the wing of the Viper, she noticed the absence of her three sisters.
She gently touches the minds of others, learning that they have fallen—and that their soul stones are lost and broken.
"Keep fighting, sisters."
she spoke aloud, and raised her staff, which then changed form in a blinding halo of light and became a chanting spear - a weapon that can be used in melee combat or thrown directly. comes out and returns to the user's hand after hitting an enemy.
The falcons overhead screamed, scattering lasers and shurikens that tore apart nearby Orks, and the tank's gunners and soulstones combined their abilities to create an arc of death through which nothing could move forward.
However, they were exposed.
The Orks surrounded them, and the surrounding tribes raged against the Eldar army.
The advantage of being first was gone, and they still had plenty of time before they were overwhelmed.
"For Uswe!"
Veronica shouted loudly and used a burst of psychic energy to knock away the nearby Orks.
The greenskin leader must have noticed her, she could feel its frantic presence approaching, even if she couldn't make it out among the dust and corpses.
She glanced west, where the rock pillars and mountain gorges loomed through the storm, and when the warlords attacked, they had to move quickly or they would be overrun.
She extended her consciousness to look for traces of the sniper.
There he was, like an alert bird of prey perched on a rocky outcrop, mask blocking the sand and wind blowing in his long camouflage cape.
Just sitting there, ready, fate woven into his sniper rifle.
Their purpose of taking the initiative this time was also for a destiny, just like the previous hunt for the prophet of the Eighth Legion, to eliminate a green-skinned warlord.
This may be the most difficult beast of this era, at least that's what the Great Prophet said.
It has a very strange name for the Eldar -
Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Saraka
If she had any curiosity about humans, then Veronica only had hatred for the greenskins.
Their emotions are always the same, violent, disorderly, and chaotic.
If you have to look for some advantages, then you will only be left with an unreasonable super-optimistic attitude.
But they can neither create nor develop, but simply destroy. The entire civilization is based on violence and plunder, and it is simply a galactic nuisance.
Veronica thinks their creation was a mistake.
However, the Great Prophet's attitude towards the greenskins was very strange, and Veronica could often hear a sense of regret in his tone.
She also asked about this, but the Great Prophet did not answer her directly.
I just said this:
"If that guy had won, the Galaxy might not be in such bad shape now."
Veronica didn't know who the guy the prophet was talking about was, but she guessed... it might be a greenskin.
It sounded confusing, but Veronica was used to it.
Her spear rose, shining like a beacon in the swirling dust, as she challenged the warlord to trick him out.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
Sure enough, soon followed by a thunderous roar, a strong man forced his way through the group of boys, his bright red eyes staring at his pointed ears.
She saw it coming, turning her singing spear and shimmering robes gracefully to meet the greenskin warlord's charge.
The big guy crushed a grunt with his iron boots, and then burst out of its chest with a roar of rage.
Then it charged, holding a chain saw ax high with one hand and cunningly pulling out a pistol with the other hand.
It wants to tear the skinny white guy in half, and then hang the cut off opponent's head on its boss flag.
He will make it happen, just stay close.
His finger was tightly on the trigger and he kept shooting, but the bullets always went around the bean sprouts.
Veronica, who stood tall and tall, held a spear in her hand and stared at her opponent coldly, motionless, letting the bullets pass by——
"It's now."
In the distance, the sniper's gaze passed through the wide-spectrum window of his long rifle, letting out half a breath, squeezing, and releasing the other half of the breath.
The long sniper rifle used by the Eldar Rangers is similar in function to the Human Empire's laser lance, but the psychically cultivated crystals used can maintain the laser at an extremely long distance, and each one is customized, plus the use of The shooter's shooting skills are superb, so it is relatively more deadly and effective.
At the same time, its extremely complex aiming system allows the sniper to pinpoint the weak points of the enemy's armor and exert great destructive power.
After two breaths, the soul stone of the weapon gently extended and rested on the sniper's shoulder, connecting with the Orc warlord not far away from Veronica.
The next moment, a blazing beam of light emitted from the weapon's laser projection crystal, scratched out and passed through the charging greenskin's right eye and penetrated deep into the brain, exploding the big Ork's stupid head half a second later.
The massive body lurched toward the ground, its ferocious momentum driving it through the dust.
Veronica stepped aside, her robes billowing violently, and flicked her spear as the Orc warlord's corpse passed.
The tip of the spear penetrated the Ork Warlord's back, preventing his forward movement and pinning him to the ground.
The greenskin's body twitched, the chainsaw still running.
With disgust, Veronica stretched out her jade-white fingers and gently pressed on the green-skinned body.
After a few seconds, she frowned slightly.
"This is not the Bonecrusher—"
