Infinite Metaverse

"Put away your weapons."

Fu Qinghai ordered.

Many space warriors lowered their muzzles, Joestar and Kalamanda also released their transformation state, Tristan put down the scepter of truth that bloomed with holy light, Satfalan also slowly emerged from the invisible state, fifty-six The fingers pointing forward were closed without trace, and were clenched into fists in front of the chest.

Salamander stepped forward, her eyes swept across the five senior officers of the Chapter, but she did a good job of concealing the flash of surprise in her eyes - Qingshan was indeed different from other humans, he could always She showed some things that were incomprehensible. She had never seen these methods of using psychic powers.

The vast majority of Eldar have an extremely arrogant and superior attitude towards humans, because they believe that everything humans are experiencing now is what the Eldar have experienced before: domination of the galaxy, invasion of Chaos, prosperity and decline... so Always with a kind of pride like "I have seen through your future". And due to the information blockade, the vast majority of ordinary people in the empire do not have enough knowledge about this universe.

But Qingshan is different.

He is like a black hole of mystery.

Salamander thought she knew him well.

But sometimes I still feel like I can't understand him at all.

If she and Qingshan were the only two people in this abandoned area at this time, Salamander would definitely catch him and get to the bottom of it. But now his men were there, and in front of a group of Space Marines, the pride and self-esteem of the Eldar prevented her from showing any timidity. Salamander suppressed her curiosity and walked forward gracefully.

Then spread your fingers upward.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and looked at her palm.

A huge triangular incisor inlaid with finely crafted gold wire, like some kind of souvenir or handicraft.

"Teeth of the Nocturnal Salamander."

Salamander opened his mouth to explain:

"This creature can only be found on Nocturne. It was a gift from Vulkan Volkan to my father as a thank you for his help during the Horus Heresy."

Fu Qinghai took over the giant tooth.

"This tooth is a token to show our identity to the Human Empire and to show that the Eldar are not enemies. Of course, it is no longer needed now. My father performed a divination before sending Rey and the others, but he saw you. Waiting for her outside the Webway Gate, Harlequins suffered heavy casualties..."

Salamander paused here:

"So he changed his plans."

"I gave the order not to fire the first shot."

Fu Qinghai played with the big teeth in his hand and only explained this sentence, and didn't say much else.

If Vulkan Vokan had known that the mysterious old man who helped him during the Horus Heresy was an Eldar prophet, not only would he not have given your father this tooth, but he would have punched your father's head flat. ... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

However, he did not say what was in his heart. After all, Edrad Uslan and Uswe Arkworld are still his allies. The old prophet is a pure person, and his help to mankind is ultimately for the benefit of the Eldar themselves, which is normal. He also did the bastard act of diverting the green tide of orcs to the human world in order to protect an Ark world. From the standpoint of the Eldar, this is also very normal.

"Then what does he mean now?"

Fu Qinghai held his teeth and looked at Salamander.

"We have fulfilled our obligation to remind you. Although we have not entered the palace, we have met the person we really need to see. He knows that the threat of Chaos is far greater than that of beasts, and he also knows what kind of enemies he will face in the future. We are preparing for this, he is the key to the human spirit race's joint fight against chaos."

Salamander stared straight at Fu Qinghai and said.

A pair of deep and big eyes.

Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Of course he knew who this "he" was talking about.

The old prophet spoke too highly of me.

Fu Qinghai shook his head in his heart.

The key to the human Eldar's joint fight against Chaos? Put such a big hat on my head? Robert Guilliman is pretty much the same. I'm not a Primarch or an Imperial Regent, just a border warlord, and I can't afford such a big title.

"My father also said."

Salamander suddenly leaned forward, and the distance between her and Fu Qinghai became extremely close. There was only a few inches between the tips of their noses, so close that they could even smell each other's warm breath.

With a mysterious smile on her face, Salamander stood on tiptoes to get closer to Fu Qinghai's face, raised her lips to his ear, and said in a low voice:

"He said, if you want to do it, then do it. There is no need to hesitate and hesitate. Everything that hinders you will eventually be crushed by you... You are more suitable to rule this empire than they are."

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened instantly.

Huo Ran turned to look at Salamander.

After saying this, Salamander ignored the shocked look on Fu Qinghai's face. He pressed his palm on Fu Qinghai's breastplate and pushed lightly. He jumped back lightly on his toes, and in the silent air The distorted drumming resumed.

"By the way, by the way, my father also united with the prophets from the entire Craft World to cast spells to calm the subspace turbulent due to the roar of the orc souls, so that the Imperial Fist fleet could reach Terra faster. No need to thank us ”

Leaving these words lightly, Salamander fell backwards, and disappeared into the air with a flash of light and shadow.

The foreign beauty has left gracefully.

Fu Qinghai stood there with a complicated expression.

"Pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be mysterious."

Qiao Shida spat and snorted coldly.

"Space elves live up to their reputation."

No. 56 said with a smile.

Fu Qinghai looked up at the direction where Salamander disappeared.

Then he looked down at the teeth in his open palm.

The Supreme Prophet seemed to have predicted more things than he imagined. Not only did he predict his ambush of the Harlequin Spirit Tribe, but he even saw his subsequent plans?

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Cordra planet, Torrens settlement.

The orc army is marching. The green tide, which is a combination of steel machinery and green muscles, has a destructive power comparable to that of hot lava. It is unstoppable and destroys everything. The big mouth on the orc totem flag is roaring in the wind, and the endless hunger seems to swallow everything up.

On the walls of the settlement of Torrens, people are observing the green tide through binoculars. They saw countless wide-open jaws, saw countless thick green arms and roaring beast faces, saw the trajectory of the giant war machine, and the paths of destruction left behind.

In the magnified view of the telescope, they could only see the towering bodies and swaying weapons of the orc army, but this was enough to show how cruel the next battle would be.

After putting down the telescope, the naked eye could better witness the scale of this terrifying green tide. A huge turmoil shattered the jungle in the distance, and the green wave swept towards the city wall.

Most of the surface of Cordra is exposed rock. An extermination order was executed here during the Great Crusade, but long before the Imperial colonists returned again, the jungle had already been restored during the planet's thousand years of self-repair. lush again. The planet's crust is undergoing drastic changes, with volcanic rifts and fertile land nourished by volcanic ash everywhere.

The settlement of Torrens is a small mining stronghold built on the rocky slopes of the western basalt plateau. It has a thick steel and chalk composite wall to protect the residents from the ferocious predators surrounding the crater, making them vulnerable to There is no threat to people's production and life, and there is a dense jungle at the bottom of the slope.

The greenskins' march began to accelerate.

The orcs flattened the jungle as they advanced, their huge tanks and walking mechas passing through the dense forest, followed by a large number of infantry. There were enough of them to cover almost the entire area visible to the naked eye, and the flames from the war machines' air pipes and valves illuminated the orcs' muscular green muscles that brought destruction, carnage, and burning.

Thousands of miners stood on the city wall. The life on Cordra made the residents accustomed to being vigilant and armed for a long time. Therefore, they had a large number of guns and ammunition, and there was a door at each end of the western city wall. With automatic turrets, the settlement's firepower can instantly cover the entire jungle.

But in front of this green tide.

All to no avail.

There was a deathly silence on the city walls.

"How long can we hold them off?"

A miner suddenly asked.

"Till they kill us."

Another worker replied calmly.

"Haha, that sounds pretty good."

An atmosphere of pessimism has filled the city walls.

"Maybe they won't notice us. We are just a mining stronghold, not the capital of the planet."

said a young miner in a high-pitched, frightened voice.

"Go ahead and dream."

Another middle-aged miner didn't bother to retort.

"We're not in any of their path!"

The high-pitched voice still harbored a hint of illusion.

"You're right, but the jungle wasn't in any of their path, and it's been flattened."

The foreman of the Torrance settlement sighed:

"We are the road beneath their feet."

Within minutes, the orcs proved the foreman right. Even though the city wall was far away from the shooting range, the howling green boys had already opened fire. Behind them, chariots, tanks and walking cans were also spitting out tongues of fire, and the shells streaked across the sky with roars. Some hit the city walls, while others went further and landed on the houses in the settlement.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The steel plates beneath the miners began to shake, and the air filled with flames. The main part of the city wall exploded, and a storm of debris rushed backward toward the settlement. The ensuing shelling destroyed the buildings on the city wall, and a large number of miners died on the spot, but the living were still fighting. Parts of the city wall began to tilt, and the residents of Torrance clung to the battlements, climbed over the ruins, rushed to the broken wall, and shot wildly at the enemy.

Their faces were pale and trembling, their faces covered with sweat and fear, but they still kept pulling the triggers.

The orcs began to pour out of the forest, with the green-skinned motorcycle troops at the forefront. With the roar of their engines, a large number of motorcycles broke away from the entanglement of branches and vines and flew along the sloping hillside towards the city wall. Thick black smoke billowed up, blocking the view, and greenskin infantry followed closely behind, while their heavy armored units continued to bombard them.

The residents of the settlement now understand:

His own death is approaching.

But none of them stopped fighting.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"BOOM——"

The leading green battle truck exploded, sending fireballs flying all over the surrounding motorcyclists, turning them into rolling, uncontrolled torches that crashed into other vehicles, and then a motorcycle instantly flew high into the air and smashed into the rest of the group.

The orcs' advance slowed suddenly.

The flames shot up into the sky, revealing a huge figure in armor wielding a warhammer. The hammer smashed into the front fender of an oncoming truck, squeezing it into a ball like a mountain, and the truck flipped over, crushing the orcs inside into a puddle of mud when it hit the ground. The orc infantry surrounded the warrior, but were quickly killed. The warrior's every move had a loud sound like a cannon, and the tall war bosses fell as fast as their green boys.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

With powerful hammering and sweeping blows, the figure cleared a space. He stood in the flames, surrounded by debris and corpses.

The miners could see more clearly now:

It was a giant nearly five meters tall, with gorgeous dark green armor, a huge reptile skull on his shoulder, obsidian skin, and ruby ​​eyes.

The warrior spoke.

His voice was low but extremely loud, even drowning out the savage roar of the greenskin war machines:

"Sons of Caldera, you are very brave! Get up and keep fighting, you are not fighting alone!"

As soon as the words fell, the fierce indirect artillery fire of the greenskin armored forces shifted from the Torrens settlement to the hillside, and the warrior instantly disappeared in the smoke. The ground began to explode continuously, shaking the ears of the people behind the wall to bleed.

A tracked war machine in the greenskin army was like a metal monster more than 20 meters high, "crunching" and crushing the gravel. It was wearing shaking metal plate armor and was full of gun barrels. At this moment, it was pouring fire indiscriminately. Hundreds of greenskins had died in the dense artillery fire, just to kill their only enemy.

The hearts of the residents were always tense. The fire of hope had just been ignited and was ruthlessly extinguished. But they did not throw away their weapons. They continued to shoot into the flames and black smoke. They were grateful for the warrior's sacrifice to give the Torrens settlement a few seconds of extra survival time, and they also obeyed the hero's last order-keep fighting.

The greenskin metal monster like an iron tower fortress moved forward a long way, and then stopped. The fully armed arms twitched, the huge saw disc on the right arm stopped rotating, and billowing black smoke came out of the shoulder. A few seconds later, the left arm began to bombard crazily, but it also stopped for a short time.

The war machine shook violently and exploded from the inside. Its chest exploded, flames spurted out, and the huge metal plate on its chest flew hundreds of meters away. The inside of the giant machine was like purgatory. The tall warrior crawled out of the hole in the chest of the machine, and the green machine behind him did not move.

The warrior turned to the Torrens settlement again, raised his hammer to salute it, and then rushed down the hill to the north, breaking through the following orc troops.

The miners' fingers were still unconsciously pulling the trigger, but their faces were already stunned. They watched one miracle after another happening in front of them. The warrior could not have survived that kind of bombardment, but he did it! Now he changed the direction of the green tide by himself. The greenskins lost interest in the Torrens settlement. The engines turned, the infantry roared, and the orc army rushed towards the warrior. Although small groups of orcs were still trying to climb the hillside, the residents of the settlement were now facing a war, not extinction.

"This is..."

The young miner half opened his mouth.

But nothing could be said.

The foreman shook his head. He didn't know what he saw or how to explain everything in front of him, but he felt the taste of being in a legend.

And respect for that eternal glimpse.

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