Chapter 518: The Falling Tribe’s Plan

Chapter 518 Farr - The Plan of the Eldar

Far - an inconspicuous galaxy in the territory of the Empire.

It is no different from other agricultural worlds. They all originated from the Great Crusade after the "Unification War". It is a "cheap harvest" discovered by the expeditionary fleet after recovering important human civilization worlds.

But this is only the information displayed by the official Empire, and it is also a one-sided "truth" that any citizen who has the right to consult the history of the Empire can see in the vast sea of ​​books under the City of Horizon.

And if a person is lucky enough to enter the ruling class of the Empire, he will have a chance to glimpse the truth that is not hidden in history in the secret library of the Empire before he is shot.

This is the history of the Seventh Legion of Astartes, and this inconspicuous galaxy has another sad name in the eyes of the Son of Dorn - "The Sorrow of Jonad".

The Retribution Fleet is the name of this fleet.

As soon as they learned of the Horus Rebellion, they stopped their journey back to Terra.

The Primarch Dorn ordered Jonard, the fleet master at the time, to split off one-third of the fleet and transfer to Isstvan to launch a retaliatory attack on the rebellious legion.

When they arrived at Fal, they encountered a warp storm deliberately launched by Chaos.

The fleet suffered heavy losses in the chaotic energy, and nearly one-third of the warships disappeared in the waves of the warp.

Jonard, the former highest person in charge, remained in the void here forever.

After his lieutenant took over the military power, the remaining fleet was trapped in Fal for a long time and prepared for war. They welcomed their old enemy, the rebellious Primarch, the master of the Fourth Legion, and the fleet led by Perturabo himself.

When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.

What's more, these two legions have been at odds with each other since their birth, and now stand at the ends of loyalty and betrayal?

A tragic interstellar naval battle has begun, and both the remaining fleet of the Imperial Fists and the fallen under the command of the Lord of Steel have paid a very high price in this cruel war.

Fal's status is therefore special, because the blood of loyalists and traitors is equally shed here.

After the Great Rebellion was completely over, it was recaptured by the Empire again.

And with the efforts of the Imperial Fists at that time, this galaxy supported by low-value agricultural worlds also quietly became a pilgrimage site for the Imperial Fists.

Fal, agricultural world, sanctuary world.

Population 80 million, first-level tax exemption.

This is the first world that Calvin and his fleet entered after officially entering the "Gothic War Zone".

And now that he and his fleet are still drifting in the warp, the imperial subjects and foreign invaders here are fighting and competing in various senses around him and another thing...

"Have you contacted?"

The slender bone-white warship is dotted with black stone, and on the warship full of streamlined alien aesthetics, a low and ethereal voice is questioning.

The alliance formed by the two arks has stayed in this star field for several months. As leaders, the prophets found it increasingly difficult to suppress the protests of the clans.

The invasion of low-level races did not cause much reaction in the clan council, but war always results in death, and every clan member is so precious.

The strategic goal has not been achieved for a long time, which has caused great pressure in the hearts of the prophets.

And their enemies are not only these low-level races, but also accidents are constantly happening.

Those ancient enemies awakened for unknown reasons and violently inserted into their war with humans.

As time passed, the leaders of the clans and tribal warriors gradually realized the hidden purpose of the order.

So the voices of protest began to gradually appear in the meeting, but for some reason, the prophets could not tell them their true purpose...

"Have you contacted them?" Alstin asked again.

As expected, he still got a negative answer from the tribal warrior in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I haven't contacted you yet.

The monkeys are hiding well, and there are no obvious loopholes in their defense...

We don't have enough time and manpower, and if your orders cannot be exposed, we can only rely on the normal orders of the Phoenix Lords and issue them intermittently."

The tribe warrior Morfi stood in front of the prophet, answering the latter's questions while thinking.

The warriors under his command cannot occupy the majority of this operation, but only one of them on the ground battlefield.

Despite the endorsement of the prophet, it is still a thorny problem to carry out the prophet's mission without making a sound at the moment when the Phoenix Lords and clan leaders fill the military command level.

In particular, the monkeys here are unexpectedly quite thorny.

As the exclusive guard of the Prophet's Council, he has interacted with the human empire more than once or twice.

But he never thought that he would encounter a complete Astartes on such a remote world.

And the positioning of this Astartes is also extremely thorny-they are in the monkeys' empire, and they are just special forces specially created to fight against alien civilizations in their not-so-long history.

Alien civilization...Morphy thought with a hint of self-mockery, but was immediately reminded by the stinging sensation of the mask on his face.

In the tiny energy jump, the psychic energy made his skin feel painful, and through this "reminder", he once again pulled out unnecessary emotions and maintained the "combat mode" unique to the Eldar.

(ps: As the first intelligent race created by the ancient saints, the Eldar's average IQ is indeed much higher than that of humans.

As an inevitable shortcoming of a high-IQ race, their emotions are also too rich.

And this overly rich emotion, a feature reflected in their lives, is the overly rich perception ability and equally rich empathy.

)

Drip...Drip...Drip...

The crisp and ringing sound rang behind the two, accompanied by a melodious and complex string music.

The two silently counted the rhythm of the rhythm and the rhythm of the chorus in their hearts, and thus came to the message expressed by this "notice" from the flagship.

Hotsgrund?

Is this the name given by humans to the city where they live?

Alstin silently recited this word, but his mind was thinking about the current progress of the war.

The vanguard troops have taken the upper level of the hive city called "Holtsgrund".

The resistance there is still stubborn. Three standard time units ago, they have retreated to the underground city structure in an orderly manner while maintaining a relatively complete organization.

Flood zone, number 11-72-18-19.

The two Eldars do not have a deep understanding of human numerical logic.

But judging from the sequence number of this number and its position in the hive city, there is not much room for the monkeys to resist.

The tactical goal on the surface is almost achieved, but there is no news about what really made Alstin, the representative of the Prophet Council, come here.

Can't wait any longer!

The two people's eyes collided slightly, and then reached a tacit understanding.

If they wait any longer, the clan leader who is responsible for commanding the battle here will inevitably give up the battle here because of the casualties caused by the street fighting.

Once he makes a decision, he will release the destructive weapons here in the name of the commander.

Then with the death of the last monkeys, what they were looking for would really disappear forever!

"Go!" Alsteen whispered, and Morfi also picked up the weapon beside him.

Time was critical, and the two Eldar did not communicate, but separated and went to different flight decks.

Alsteen had to go to the command center of the ground battlefield as soon as possible to delay the decision of the clan leader as much as possible.

And Morfi had to take his most trusted subordinates and sneak into the lower level of the hive city alone without alerting any friendly forces, and find the group of monkeys called "Death Watch"...

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