The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When only the dying breaths of the wounded remained in the blood-soaked bunker, a slender figure slowly approached Jannick, stopping just a few meters from the door.

"Damn apes!"

Upon seeing the ears hanging on Jannick's waist, Elda, wielding a long blade, let out an angry growl, violently twisting the javelin in his chest until Jannick coughed up his last breath.

The silver spear trembled and automatically flew back to its wielder's hand. The strong male Elda gripped the bloodied javelin tightly, a look of victorious joy on his face. However, upon seeing the battle map on the wall, a look of disgust crossed his hawklike features.

"Nineteenth..."

The female Elda spoke in a melodious voice.

"Sister, it's useless."

The Elda holding the silver spear and wearing a stag helmet spoke in a low voice.

"These apes have no tactics. No matter how many of their leaders we kill, new ones will come to replace them. We can't contact the Isle of Wishes. The enemy has blockaded the skies and seas, and the only webway gate is there. Damn it, they seem to know everything about our situation. The keys to open the webway gate are one on the Isle of Wishes and one in Father's hands. Only when the two keys are combined and with the help of a wizard can the webway gate be opened. But now we lack effective means to send the key over. If this problem isn't solved, I'm afraid..."

"Moreover, the enemy's goal is very clear."

The blade-wielding Eldar wiped his weapon clean with the Aquila banner on the wall and said loudly:

"From the very beginning, they have been very clear that they want to attack the Ancestral Woodlands. They know that's where the world spirit resides. This is a long-planned invasion."

"Brother, there is no need to be overly anxious. Father has already sent a distress signal to the Frost Star Troupe. They will respond."

The female Elda recovered the soul stones from Jannick's corpse one by one, still trying to soothe the emotions of her two relatives.

"No! It's not just about saving us, it's about revenge!"

The spear-wielding Elda kicked Jannick's corpse away in anger, his expression one of pain and rage.

"The filthy apes have killed thousands of our comrades and burned our homes! I, Yfroye Iya, vow not to let go of any ape who sets foot in our home! Not a single one!"

As the princess of the Linnae Kingdom, Cordelia could feel her younger brother's anger. As the heir to the kingdom, he had even secretly run away from his father this time, because he was too angry and too desperate. These emotions spread like mist, lingering in his heart, and also affecting Cordelia's heart.

In order to prevent her brother from bottling things up, she even took him on a decapitation operation against common sense.

"The situation on the Isle of Wishes is currently unclear. The people on Emerald Island have been repelled several times when trying to provide support, and have paid with many lives. If we could get the dragon knights from there to support us, it wouldn't be so difficult. The enemy's timing is too coincidental. It just so happens to be the breeding season for the dragon tamers, and almost all of them have migrated to Emerald Island. There are less than 200 dragon knights left on the main island. If reinforcements don't come, we don't seem to have a better way. Fortunately, the king ordered the people to be evacuated into the Ancestral Woodlands in time before the attack occurred, otherwise we would have lost even more. The world spirit has been fighting against the enemy's orbital bombardment, and I don't know how much power is left..."

Compared to the other two, the youngest, the blade-wielding Elda, seemed more worried.

"I have a bad feeling. The enemy's attack target is too clear, the timing is too good, and the information is too complete. This is in stark contrast to their ignorance and blindness on the battlefield. This is very abnormal. Logically, they should know us very well."

"Cuno Brull, you mean..."

"I suspect that there may be the evil power of the Supreme Heavens involved, otherwise this cannot be explained."

"The evil power of the Supreme Heavens?"

Cordelia had just said a few words when her body suddenly swayed. Roye Iya rushed over to support her.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Cordelia held her head, her eyes tightly closed, her teeth gently biting her lower lip.

"Hunger, greed, pain... not good, not good! The White Stag King is in danger!"

Her words shocked Roye Iya. The White Stag King was the embodiment of the world spirit of Eslo. Cordelia had established a friendship with him since she was a child and had gained his favor, which is why she became a rare Isha priestess. Although she did not have the ability to use divine power, she still became one of the spiritual symbols of the Linnae Kingdom, known as the White Stag Princess.

But her main job is actually a war witch.

And now that she, who is closely connected to the world spirit, said such a thing, Roye Iya naturally had to take it seriously.

"Sister, what exactly is it?"

After panting a few times, causing the veil to flutter slightly, Cordelia said in a low voice:

"A great enemy... the servants of the great enemy are here. We must go back and inform Father immediately!"

Meanwhile, on the Isle of Wishes continent, which had been ravaged by artillery fire, a desperate battle was taking place around the towering webway gate.

More than a thousand Eldar wearing mottled green armor, waving weapons and banners, galloped wildly in the dim dust kicked up by the explosions, creating a scene of colorful chaos and incessant, frantic howls.

They wore wooden-patterned masks and green-leaf cloaks, relying on the hard armor covering their bodies to resist the flying shrapnel, and fought with star shurikens, light burst guns, and shining swords and spears. And fighting them were not human armies, or rather, not normal human armies.

It was a group of madmen who dyed their armor purple, pierced their skin with metal and bone spurs, and kept making crazy laughter. They held up the blasphemous symbols of Slaanesh, beat drums made of human skin, and surged towards the Eldar like a tide.

Originally, according to the Eldar's tactical style, they would not fight to the death with enemies who had an absolute advantage in numbers, but now they had been forced to the webway gate. This was the lifeline of the entire world, and they had to defend it at all costs, otherwise the fall of their homeland was inevitable.

The followers of Slaanesh fired wildly, laughed, and then were torn apart by blades or star shurikens, but they didn't care at all, because the purple smoke permeating the air made them unafraid of death and unafraid of pain, only constantly pursuing torment and death.

"For Linnae! For the Mother of Nature!"

Amidst the cries, more than twenty ferocious beasts swept across one side of the battlefield like a storm. They were a group of huge and terrifying bipedal reptiles, with thick gray-brown scaly skin, strong legs, and short forelimbs with hooked claws. The rhombus-shaped head was fitted with reins, and as they ran, they roared, revealing saliva-covered triangular fangs. Their long tails were covered with thorny edges, floating up and down as they ran.

On the back of each bipedal beast, an Elda was riding in a saddle. Every part of their bodies, except their heads, was wrapped in close-fitting spirit bone armor, and they wore helmets with towering red plumes. The weapons they held were shining laser spears, elegant weapons that could fire short-range energy bursts or be used as lances.