The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Despite facing such a fierce counterattack, the Slaaneshi priestess knew she had no retreat. She couldn't outrun these Eldar. The only option was to resist and send a message to her father and master, requesting support. Fortunately, she had hundreds of thousands of fanatics at her disposal. Even if they stood still and let the Eldar kill them, it would take a while to wipe them out. After using Slaaneshi Daemonettes to repel the attacking Harlequins, the priestess even prepared to summon more Slaaneshi daemons to sustain the battlefield.

On the other hand, the native Wild Eldar finally had a chance to catch their breath. Many of them were not true combatants, armed only with simple weapons. They turned the battlefield over to their comrades who had come to support them, while they began to rescue the wounded and collect the remains and spirit stones. A sorrowful mood permeated the battlefield.

At this moment, Luvia Gritta, who had been knocked down earlier, was rescued by the Harlequins and escorted to the Phoenix Golden Chariot.

"Lynai Spiritseer Luvia Gritta, greets the Phoenix King."

Despite her clothes being somewhat torn, especially with a large expanse of fair skin exposed on her chest, Luvia Gritta remained graceful and elegant. She bowed briefly to Sorshyan, her attitude neither servile nor arrogant.

The term 'Spiritseer' was the unique name the Wild Eldar used for Warlocks.

The giant on the throne nodded slightly, a deep, resonant voice different from that of the Eldar coming from behind the mask, even sounding slightly awkward in the Eldar language.

"What is the situation in Esroh now?"

Luvia Gritta was silent for a moment, then said with sorrow:

"We were caught off guard at our most vulnerable moment. This is the tragedy of our seers. When destruction is close at hand, we suddenly become blind."

"Spiritseer Luvia Gritta, I am not interested in self-pity. You should know my identity, or at least the rumors. My personality and way of thinking dictate that I do not pay excessive attention to the ethereal future. I only look at the present and demand that things be done well."

Sorshyan's words drew sidelong glances from several seers around him, but they said nothing.

"Understood, Your Highness. The situation in the kingdom is not optimistic. Because the enemy appeared without warning, we have been divided into three parts. The Dark Prince's evil power has severed our connection with each other, and the sea and sky are blocked by the enemy. We lack air power. The enemy's orbital bombardment suppresses the power of the world spirit, but I guess the enemy's main force must be launching a fierce attack on the ancestral forest on the main island."

"Why is this your most vulnerable moment?"

"Because it is the dragon breeding season. Originally, the kingdom had powerful Brachiosaurus fortresses (which are said to be able to take on Titans) and Megalosaurus war fortresses, as well as huge Triceratops and Pterodactyl flocks. Their power is enough to repel these enemies, but during the breeding season, the herbivorous dragons become very irritable and easily angered. In order to prevent serious damage or casualties to the island, the world spirit forms a land bridge before the breeding season arrives, allowing the dragon herds to migrate to Emerald Island under the care of the Dragon Riders. The enemy arrived just when all the dragon tamers had been transferred to Emerald Island. This is no coincidence. The enemy has long coveted us and even specifically investigated the migration time of the dragon herds."

Actually, Sorshyan wanted to say that your vigilance was too low. Even during the migration, you should have retained some basic defensive forces on the island, but thinking about it, there was no point in saying that now.

"What is the defensive strength of the main island?"

"Most of the residents live on the main island. There are about two to three thousand forest guardians and Dragon Riders combined. The rest are non-combatants, but when necessary, every citizen of the Lynai Kingdom will fight for their home."

Obviously, although the Wild Eldar were "primitive", they were not a society of universal conscription like the Craftworlds. This was probably because they did not practice the Path system. Dorarh and Sorshyan had "explained" that most of the residents of the maiden world were gardeners, beast tamers, craftsmen, singers, and dancers. Most of their daily life involved cultivating plants and herding dragons.

In addition, due to the lack of wraithbone materials, the Wild Eldar had a high proportion of craftsmen. They would spend a long time carefully making various daily necessities from natural materials, including fibers and bones.

The various plants and beasts produced by the Wild Eldar were often used for trade, exchanging wraithbone equipment and weapons from the Craftworld society, or obtaining certain commodities that were difficult to obtain from Commorragh. In general, their relatively primitive life meant that their defensive strength was basically at the weakest level of Eldar society, but fortunately, the Harlequin Troupe and the Craftworlds took good care of these compatriots, and they were basically available whenever needed.

"After annihilating the enemies here, we will go straight to the main island. The skies will soon be cleared."

As soon as Sorshyan finished speaking, a loud noise was heard in the sky, followed by a Valkyrie spiraling downwards, scattering a large number of burning parts like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. A Nightwing fighter quickly disappeared into the clouds at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

At this time, a seer also reported the battle situation in a timely manner.

"Your Highness, 153 ape-enemy aircraft have been shot down so far. The Nightwings have basically gained air supremacy over the route to the main island."

Amazing efficiency. It had only been twenty minutes since leaving the Webway, and just four squadrons of 24 Nightwings had hunted down three times their number of Imperial aircraft, even if most of them were Valkyries, it was still amazing enough.

Sorshyan inspected the battlefield. The Eldar's killing was efficient, but the numbers were still insufficient. As the Wild Eldar gradually withdrew from the battle, the reinforcements on the field did not have many enemies to face. The Slaaneshi followers basically maintained their combat frenzy, constantly rushing in from afar, after all, they had a huge number of hundreds of thousands on this Prayer Island.

Seeing that efficiency could not be increased, Sorshyan asked Dorarh:

"We need to clear the ground as soon as possible, haven't the mercenaries arrived yet?"

"Your Highness, they have arrived."

With a rumbling engine sound, thirty huge wheeled war machines with distinctive Votann features roared out of the Webway. They had prominent oval glass cockpits, a main gun on the roof, two secondary guns on each side of the hull, and a rotary machine gun at the rear. In terms of firepower distribution, they were similar to Imperial armor, but as wheeled vehicles, their speed was much faster than Imperial armor.

This was the Hekaton Land Fortress, the most representative combat support vehicle of the Hearthkyn Salvagers, and one of the Votann League's professional combat vehicles, serving as both a heavy combat vehicle and a transport vehicle.

Upon entering the battlefield, the heavy super-mag railgun on its roof took the lead in firing, blasting scorched marks in the enemy's dense formation, while the secondary gun turrets on both sides poured out a rain of bullets onto the battlefield with extremely high accuracy, turning the cultists into fragments.

The size of the Hekaton Land Fortress was no less than that of any Imperial super-heavy armor, but its speed was amazing, and what surprised Sorshyan even more was that it only used six huge wheels for support and movement. He estimated that the weight of these things, together with the weapons on them, would be at least two hundred tons conservatively, yet such heavy vehicles were able to fly like the wind on wheels on soft grass and mud, which in itself was almost a kind of magic.

This also gave Sorshyan a deeper understanding of the Leagues of Votann's technology. Although most of the Eldar around him held contempt and arrogance towards these "dwarves", he felt that, without the use of super weapons, it was difficult for any Eldar force to compete against a major Votann League.