The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After hearing Dorar's explanation, Szohyang nodded and looked at the leader.

"My name is Alexei, what is your name?"

"I am called Deep Blue. You are very polite, less arrogant than all the Eldar I have met, hum."

Szohyang chuckled and said:

"Deep Blue, how long have you led them in mercenary work?"

"Seventy-five tides, hum."

Szohyang didn't know what unit of time the tide was, but it should be quite long.

"Then how long have you fought as a Pisces warrior?"

"One hundred and sixty-three tides, hum."

As he spoke, he raised his finger to point to his missing left eye.

"Forty-two tides ago, a human Space Marine left it. His name was Urtas, from a chapter called White Scars, and I gnawed off one of his arms as a souvenir, hum."

As he said that, he turned around, and Szohyang noticed a broken hand bone hanging behind him.

The corner of Szohyang's eye twitched under his mask. If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have seen a White Scar sergeant with a mechanical prosthetic limb on Chogoris, from the 5th Company.

"They are powerful warriors, worthy of respect, but also must be hated. In the ancient past, it was the humans who invaded our ocean home, destroying our thriving old civilization, leaving us almost losing all ancient history and knowledge, declining to the point of near extinction, and not even completely recovering for ten thousand years. They strangled all our hopes and made this galaxy darker. It is a good thing to see the Eldar Empire rise from the ashes again, hum."

"Ah, well, I thought you were just here for the reward."

"Reward, important. Future, more important. Mr. Dorar showed a broad future. I am a warrior, and also can be an envoy, hum."

Szohyang glanced at Dorar. Obviously, the other party's intention to gather these alien mercenaries was not as simple as supplementing combat power, but he knew that Dorar was definitely loyal.

At least to him, to Veronica, and to the Eternal Court.

"I look forward to your performance on the battlefield."

After leaving the chamber where the Sahaduin lived, Szohyang met the second batch of mercenaries under Dorar's guidance.

Szohyang was no stranger to this kind of mercenary. He had seen this alien during the Maelstrom Expedition - in the form of corpses.

They are called Qikanti, and look like huge gray-brown scaleless lizards more than two meters long. Almost in every aspect, their limbs are particularly strong, with six long toes with claws on them, which are very beneficial for climbing and gripping. The tail is thick and powerful, and you can see dense teeth in the opening and closing mouth.

They only wear simple armor, fixing their weapons to their chests. Some also wear helmets on their heads, but they obviously prefer to lie on the ground. When they are noisy, a sound like rocks breaking comes from their mouths and noses.

This alien is very common in the chaotic areas of the Empire. They can serve anyone, heretics, pirates, and even Chaos warbands, but they are also hired by Rogue Traders, planetary governors, and even Inquisitors. It seems that they have no specific position or belief at all, and are extremely simple creatures of interest.

Even during the Maelstrom Expedition, this alien participated as a mercenary for the Red Corsairs. However, according to the alien inquisitors, there is no evidence that the Qikanti people believe in Chaos for now, which seems to indirectly prove that this race has some kind of resistance to Chaos pollution.

But one thing is very strange. Although Qikanti mercenaries can be seen everywhere in the galaxy, the Empire's understanding of them is extremely limited, including whether this race is wandering or settled in an area unknown to the Empire. There is no clear statement yet.

"Phoenix King, we are the Bloodtooth Mercenary Group, having fought on hundreds of battlefields, and will definitely satisfy you."

The leader of these aliens was a large individual with red spots on his body, a small section of his tail was broken, and his limbs were covered with extra metal claws. The armor on his body also looked more advanced, but the hissing sound when he spoke was a bit uncomfortable, and he was speaking while lying on the ground, so Szohyang had to look down at him.

However, judging from the language, the other party was indeed a very "professional" mercenary. Without talking about anything else, he came up to promote himself and his team.

According to Dorar, there were 300 of this batch of Qikanti. Although the number was not large, they were not the type to charge straight on the battlefield. The Qikanti are very good at lurking, climbing and swimming. They are good infiltrators and guerrillas, but it stands to reason that the Eldar are also masters of infiltration and invasion, but the Qikanti have a special ability, that is, they can completely shield their life and soul signals. This is a very strange power. Even the Tyranids, who are extremely sensitive to life signals, would have difficulty detecting their existence without visual observation. To exaggerate, they can turn into a lifeless stone. Even the Eldar Rangers can't do this.

However, the shortcomings of this race are also obvious, that is, in addition to this ability, they are only slightly stronger, and have no other special abilities. Their own technological level is also relatively poor. It is difficult to deal with opponents such as Space Marines even if they make a surprise attack, and can only deal with enemies with lower combat effectiveness.

In fact, Szohyang didn't care about this kind of mercenary, but since Dorar called them, then it would be considered a supplement to combat power. After all, all they need is a small box of Eldar crafts - this is the number Dorar said when leaving the Sahaduin clan. These alien mercenaries use their lives in exchange for a box of crafts the size of Szohyang's palm, usually statues, jewelry, etc. This is also considered the greatest legacy left to their descendants by the Eldar Empire, a value system built with millions of years of history, so civilized races, no matter when they are born, will know that Eldar things are very valuable.

"Well, you will soon have the opportunity to prove your value."

Szohyang's attitude was colder than that towards the Sahaduin, after all, these were purely profit-seeking mercenaries.

"Phoenix King, I, Asambo, not only represent the mercenary group, but also represent the Crawler Alliance."

The other party's sudden words caused Szohyang to gasp in surprise.

"Crawler Alliance Your country's name?"

"Yes."

"Oh, interesting."

Szohyang looked at Dorar on the side, expecting an explanation. His golden-feathered messenger then explained:

"Your Highness, the Crawler Alliance is a small united kingdom located on the eastern edge of the galaxy. It is composed of three races: Qikanti, Ulumeatik, and Drashian, and was only established in the last one or two hundred years."

"Is that so? There must be a reason why several races jointly established a country."