Chapter 326 Leaving and Returning, Sadness and Joy

"You will be disappointed, Odin."

When the second group of teams arrived at the assembly point on the landing craft and prepared to move towards the areas contracted by their respective battle groups, the voice of Gray Knight Tacitus suddenly sounded among the teams.

After two breaths, the servo of the power armor on the team commander Ozmerk was linked to the nearby command unit, and its automatically downloaded battle briefing answered everyone's questions.

"Location, the seventh incision of the hulk/the entrance to the second floor, 15 minutes ago: No. 19 exploration team encountered an attack by an alien civilization and counterattacked, with no casualties yet. The enemy was initially judged to be Ada Eldar pirates, and 3 people were killed After disengagement.”

Sergeant Ozmek's High Gothic with a local accent sounded on the team channel, and after his briefing, the entire team finally understood the enemy they were about to face.

"Where are the other teams? Is this the only direction that was attacked?"

Foxbat asked as he moved forward, and for this kind of question, Sergeant Ozmerk's choice was to send the global situation diagram received in the servo to the servo of each soldier:

In this overall situation map observed from the direction of the fleet, there are seven highlighted lines extending inward from the outer layer of the huge metal structure with a diameter of dozens of kilometers.

These highlighted lines are the route of the previous landing team. They moved in a zigzag pattern with three teams responsible for one direction.

The special symbols marked on these lines correspond to the event list established in the time dimension next to the chart, clearly expressing the emergencies encountered by the team in time as a cross-section.

Damage, collapse of passages, and even subspace anomalies in certain areas are common occurrences as these teams advance;

There are various scattered subspace creatures, corpses that have been resurrected after being contaminated by them, and even some demons who are nostalgic for their physical bodies.

But these are not troublesome, at least not in front of the hordes of Astartes Terminators with abundant martial arts.

The only resistance in the entire exploration operation that has been established and has vital signs is Team No. 19.

The goal is clear. Those who can appear here are the elites of the battle group, and the veterans only need to take a smell on the battlefield to know where they should go.

"Do we have permission to explore nearby?" Foxbat confirmed to his captain.

"have."

Ozmerk's answer was short and steady, but the high-frequency flashing detection array on his black raven helmet was obviously showing its owner's excitement in another dimension.

"The throne is on top!"

Foxbat prayed in a low voice, then when passing by the ammunition at the assembly point, he replaced the heavy bolter in his hand with a flamethrower, and conveniently grabbed two more units of promethium fuel tanks and placed them on his waist;

The rest of the team members also followed suit. While replacing the general explosive bombs in their hands with anti-personnel bombs that were less powerful but had more fragments, they also took two more defensive grenades.

Two Gray Knights observed and participated in the change of equipment and ammunition replenishment of these Astartes;

They can know from the targeted choices of these veterans that during the many "contacts" between the Astartes Chapter and these aliens, the proposition of "how to quickly deal with high-speed moving units in a small space" is obviously There is a mature response plan.

"Let's go! Find them and destroy them!"

The Astartes who had finished changing their clothes looked at each other in silence, and then moved forward into the darkness ahead with fearless determination in the eyes of mortals.

Compared with the steady and strong exploration rhythm of the Empire, the atmosphere among the Eldar warriors in the darkness a few kilometers away was obviously much worse.

After breaking away from the battle with the humans and leading the team to a temporary camp far away from the battlefield, Bishop Sannatan from the ancient craft world of Esalan, belonging to the Night Blade tribe, disbanded the team and walked towards the waiting room with his exhausted body. her sisters.

"Is the plan still going well?"

Sanatan, who took off her helmet, returned to her usual gentleness, her long black satin-like hair wet with sweat. When she was frowning to adapt to the hypothermia caused by the humidity, the sister walking behind her from outside the tent asked her.

"Smooth? What if you mean those destined sacrifices?" Sannatan turned around and looked at the sisters who were also not wearing helmets.

"Shouldn't the answer already be in your omniscient eyes?

Why do you ask a humble person like me who is only responsible for execution? "

"Emotions make you lose your tranquility. This is dangerous, sister."

Elise, who was wearing a prophet's robe, walked over to her and sat down slowly, while Sanatan chose to avoid the concerned eyes of her best friend.

"Maybe..." she said. "After all, when my vision is filled with darkness, you can't ask for light in my eyes..."

"Our efforts are meaningful." Elise comforted the former.

"Yes, I know, this is my last motivation to keep fighting."

Sanatan responded, thinking that there are fewer and fewer compatriots left around her, and there will only be fewer in the foreseeable destiny, her gloomy mood cannot be relieved in any way.

"Then continue!"

"You're right, sister, but..."

"At least you don't hope that you will regret not doing your best when you face our fate, right?" Elise looked at Sanatan seriously, and the latter's decadent eyes gradually opened up under the encouragement of the former. It has a new luster.

The prophet's words gave Sanatan the strength to fight again. Vitality emerged from her heart from nothing, like a warm spring, which penetrated and repaired her damaged body again.

She picked up the bone mask at hand again and stared at every detail in it. There were countless ancestors sleeping in the delicate bones, and Annasur's will shone in it, waiting for her response and full commitment...

"Sister..."

Sanatan, who had made up her mind, looked at Iris again, but unlike before, Sanatan's eyes were no longer impatient;

Her warm and courageous eyes made Iris understand the meaning of it instantly, that was saying goodbye to her, to her dearest sister.

"You, have you decided? Then, go..."

Iris's voice was rarely calm.

Sadness and joy, two emotions that should have been contradictory, appeared in her eyes that were wet with throbbing at the same time.

As an individual, she was sad that her best friend's soul would eventually leave; and as a prophet, she was happy for the return of a hero.

"Farewell, my friend...

May the laurel leaves of my hometown be evergreen, and may the ice rain remain on the Tarsora Mountains..." Sanatan said her last words, and then put on the ancient mask again under the witness of her best friend. But the meaning of wearing it this time is different from any previous time.

Yes, in this narrow tent, on this dilapidated wreck far away from their home - the lost ark world of Isalan.

The prophet Iris from the Ice Rain Clan witnessed her best friend Sanatan gently putting the mask on his face after saying goodbye to her.

And after Sanatan put on the mask and completely handed over everything about himself, the soul that reawakened under the mask was no longer the best friend that the prophet Iris was familiar with and grew up with her.

Red eyes overflowed from under the pale bone crown, and the suppressed murderous aura was like a substance that attracted the attention of the Eldar in the entire camp;

After the Aida Eldar opened her eyes again, she walked out of the tent and stood still. Surrounded by her fellow compatriots who gradually gathered around her, she stood there calmly, as if she deserved this attention.

Her authority came from herself and from her legendary achievements in the past.

The Eldar warriors exclaimed in a low voice, suppressing their excitement.

The familiar figure in the crowd suddenly became strange and powerful at this moment, and the momentum of just looking around was enough to shock people.

She is back, and the people who had been expecting it for a long time couldn't help but tell each other;

She is back, and the Ark Eldar who fell into despair seemed to see the light of hope again at this moment.

The Eldar warriors knelt around her devoutly, clasped their hands together and closed their eyes to pray. They knew that they were witnessing the return of a legend and the sacrifice of a compatriot.

The name of the tribe bishop Sanatan faded today, and when the ancient soul fully awakened from this body, in the eyes of all the Eldar who knew her legendary stories in the past, another sacred and legendary name gradually shone:

Annasur;

Phoenix Lord-Annasur.

Witnessed by the hand of Asuyan, the first Phoenix Lord Asuman.

The first warrior of the Eldar Night Blade tribe, the founder of the Night Blade Altar.

That is, the first bishop of this tribe-Phoenix Lord-Annasur, returned to the world again.

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