The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This is a very important mission, everyone do a great job, remember battlefield discipline, don't take so much as a thread from the Aeldari, don't give those pointy-ears a chance to cause trouble, but you can take as many Ork teeth as you want!"

Warband leader's stern voice came through the Hearthkyn communication system, he strode out of the landing pod, tightly gripping his bolter, saw that many landing pods around him had begun to release troops, the surroundings were full of destruction caused by the falling of giant landing pods, and also covered with the corpses and limbs of disgusting green beasts, some of them were crushed into powder by the suddenly landed landing pods, and then torn to pieces by the automatic weapons raised by the landing pods.

However, some Orks still survived.

They are just so tenacious, disgusting, and hard to kill!

"For revenge! For the ancestors!"

Dordrim raised his gun, shooting every Ork that entered his sight with deadly accuracy, when the explosive ammunition of the weapon blew open skulls and chests, a smile would appear on his long-bearded face.

At the same time, various warbands also poured out of the landing pods, accompanied by the roar of land fortresses and the rotation of high-energy laser rotary cannons, powerful firepower tore apart the wraithbone ruins and the Orks hiding behind them.

"Leader, more enemies are approaching us."

A Ironkyn beside Dordrim tapped his data-slate, his voice was mechanical, but his words were no different from a living Hearthkyn.

"According to the request of that Phoenix Lord, we need to carry out the clearing and occupation of areas E-2 to E-11 and F-3 to G-12, this is the most likely direction for the Orks to escape, their hidden aircraft are likely to be in this area."

"So that means, this place is important to the Ork vermin."

Dordrim let out a slightly joyful voice.

"They will rush over at all costs, I think we should enjoy the pleasure of eliminating them ourselves, instead of handing them over to the Aeldari or any other race."

Hearing this, all the Hearthkyn laughed.

"This is a mission that any Hearthkyn with self-respect cannot refuse!"

Just as he was speaking, a large group of Orks emerged from the ruins, led by a large figure, it used the terrain to quickly approach and then crashed straight into a Hearthkyn in front of it, knocking the opponent to the ground, and raised a chain axe to chop into the Hearthkyn's helmet.

The helmet failed to withstand such brute force, and the roaring saw teeth tore through the Hearthkyn's flesh and blood.

"Kill all dwarfs!!!!!"

The Ork boss roared, rushing towards the next Hearthkyn he wanted to kill at an even faster speed.

But a more violent roar shocked him, Dordrim whistled in with speed unbefitting his size, accompanied by a lunge, he frantically chopped at his opponent with a blazing axe.

In a burst of electric sparks, he chopped off the Ork boss's metal arm and weapon, and the second strike chopped into the opponent's abdominal armor, sinking deeply into it.

But the weapon was also firmly stuck by the armor, the pained Ork roared in pain, punching towards the warband leader's chest, and raised his leg to try to kick the opponent aside.

"Die!"

Dordrim fearlessly withstood the opponent's fist, his armor made a muffled sound, then he forcefully slashed the axe upwards, the Ork boss, disemboweled, wailed and fell backwards.

Dordrim, bathed in blood, also noticed out of the corner of his eye an Ork holding heavy powerfists rushing towards him, before he could take any action, dense bullets turned the opponent into a riddled rag doll.

The Hearthkyn began to eliminate this wave of enemies at a rapid speed with precise and deadly shooting, killing them all in almost half a minute, and the rest could only flee.

"Accelerate the action, each warband spreads out according to the assigned area, and be prepared to welcome a large-scale conflict, this pointy-ear's grave will soon become very noisy and hot."

Even in the hail of bullets, Jain Zar still maintained her hunter-like elegance, her high heels taking slow steps forward, around her were groups of white phantoms flashing past, Howling Banshees wearing war masks were running and jumping between the ruins, seemingly completely unaffected by the complex terrain.

Phoenix Lord Jain Zar seemed to stroll unhurriedly onto a wide avenue, this avenue wound upwards, extending all the way to a wide archway.

Outside the archway, there used to be many Wraithguards guarding this area to prevent intrusion, but now their wreckage lay scattered on the steps like a pile of fallen leaves.

The Phoenix Lord squatted down to examine the fragments, fiddling with the charred fragments with a slender finger, then picked up a piece and crushed it with two fingers, just with this she felt how powerful the force that attacked Craftworld Malan'tai was, even the basic material strength of the wraithbone structure had changed, no stronger than rotten wood.

And behind the archway was the crystal dome of the Craftworld, composed of crystallized Farseers, wraithbone with the psionic conductivity of the infinity circuit generally allowed the souls of the Craftworld's dead to wander in their homes, wraithbone constructs even allowed those who desired to transcend the circuit to manifest physically, however, most souls only wished to remain in the infinity circuit, they usually gathered most densely around the crystallized Farseer dome.

Aeldari who dedicated a portion of their long lives to the Seer Path came to the dome, eventually gradually entering the infinity circuit.

Inside the dome, their shriveled bodies slowly turned into psionically active crystals, gradually growing into magical tree-like structures over countless years and directly connecting to the infinity circuit.

This place should have been the pulsating center of the Craftworld's infinity circuit, it should have been a place where wisdom and ancestral knowledge truly pulsed in the air, generations of Craftworld residents were carefully gathered together at the moment of death, protected behind bulwarks and enchantments, forever safe from She Who Thirsts.

But now, only death and nothingness remained in the dome.

Part of the dome was filled with flickering shimmer, and bright tendrils filled the air, light scattering from floating crystal particles.

Jain Zar closed the eyes behind her helmet, she felt it, that alien, greedy malice still lingered in the crystal's echoes, that was malice from beyond the darkness of the galaxy, it gave the souls the same fate as She Who Thirsts when it devoured them—

This made the Phoenix Lord frown, something seemed wrong.

When Aeldari die without protection, their souls will surely be taken by She Who Thirsts, no matter where they are, but this alien was able to "steal food" from She Who Thirsts' hands, does this mean that behind this mysterious creature, there is something else that feeds on souls?

In fact, she had also explained her concerns about the Star Gods to her mentor, these aliens came too strangely, there was no record of them in all the existing long historical data of the Aeldari, is it just a coincidence that they are attracted to the galaxy now?