The Emperor’s Angel of Death

While Georg and Ribbentrop exchanged vulgar banter, they efficiently engaged in combat. Amidst their chatter, three Hammerheads sped from thousands of meters away, attempting to support their infantry.

But before they could identify their target, blinding beams struck, slicing one of them into three pieces before it exploded.

The Scorpion's main armament was a pair of twin-linked pulse cannons mounted on the turret. Technically, pulse cannons were similar to Shining Spears, but much larger in scale. They not only possessed exceptional armor-piercing capabilities, easily bisecting a Leman Russ tank, but also inflicted additional energy drain on void shields, directly threatening Imperial Titans. Combined with advanced sensory and targeting equipment, they could accurately hit targets even at high speeds, instantly locking on and firing even from behind cover. Due to their extreme speed and terrifying lethality, they had even earned the nickname 'Death Sled' among the Astra Militarum. (Essentially a flying Dark Reaper).

The two Hammerheads immediately dispersed, accelerating to the left and right, a maneuver typically ensuring a higher survival rate.

However, their movements appeared to be in slow motion to the Scorpion's targeting systems. The tank turret turned left and fired, then right half a second later, and fired again.

A second later, both Hammerheads were burning wrecks, continuing to roll across the ground due to inertia.

"Alright, alright, I'll wash it, I'll wash it. I wonder who it was that said they were tired of driving, probably because they were rejected when they invited the popular dancer Nino from the Red Moon Troupe for a date, and now they're in a bad mood and want to kill something to vent?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm not in the mood to deal with your nonsense."

"Hahaha!"

Georg and Ribbentrop were originally ordinary warriors in the Kabal of the Crimson Forest, and were not Trueborn. They used to be responsible for piloting a Raider gunboat named 'Grumpy'. Ribbentrop steered, and Georg was the weapons officer. Although it's hard to say that Dark Eldar have any friendship or brotherhood, the two had worked together for a long time, and although they argued and bickered every day, they had never betrayed each other, because they knew very well that regardless of what others did, their fates were mostly tied together. They were even very open about their fate. As non-Trueborn, their lives were just like this. Perhaps one day they would be sent on a mission with no return, or lose their value and be unable to obtain pain energy, eventually becoming the withered, shuffling refugee corpses in the Dark City. This was the fate of 99% of Kabal warriors.

As for climbing up the ranks, it was just wishful thinking. Not everyone can eat the Archon's pie in the sky.

But they never expected fate to play such a big joke on them. Their Archon had actually rebelled!

Although rebellion wasn't strange in Commorragh,

He not only rebelled, but also supported an Eternal Queen!

And he also revealed that he had always been a Craftworld Eldar!

This series of changes stunned the two brothers. But stunned as they were, since the Archon had decided, there was nothing for them as Kabal warriors to say. Even if they stayed in Commorragh, their lives wouldn't be good. Everyone knew that the Archon had offended Vect badly, and staying would only be worse.

And so, they completed the change of identity from Kabal warriors to residents of the Eternal Court.

This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least they didn't have to worry about their souls every day, and they didn't have to hold weapons for everything they did. But there were still many things that made it difficult for them to adapt, such as being too idle. In the past, in Commorragh, they always had a lot to do, whether it was maintaining the gunboat, participating in raids, or participating in Kabal activities, or going to some entertainment venues for a little consumption. Anyway, there was always something to do every moment, but in the Eternal Court, they seemed to suddenly have nothing to do.

Although their Archon was very busy, not only had he become a Golden Hawk Messenger, holding a high position, but he had also established the Golden Hawk Guard. But these two were originally minor characters in the Kabal. Now that they were in the Court, the Archon probably forgot about them. He recruited Golden Hawk Guards from his former confidants. Those ordinary Kabal warriors could do whatever they wanted. At most, they would be recruited as semi-permanent troops of the Court.

Many of the people the two brothers knew went to become Aspect Warriors, but after watching for a long time, they didn't think any of them were suitable for them. There were many beautiful women in the Howling Banshees, but they didn't recruit men. They weren't interested in the Dire Avengers. The training and life of the Striking Scorpions were too boring. You couldn't find a single normal person in a Dark Reaper shrine. The two brothers weren't martial arts experts in the Kabal. They were good at driving vehicles, and the gunboat they used to drive was also lost in the Commorragh riots. In the end, the two of them decided to just drive heavy tanks—at least that was half of their old profession.

Driving heavy tanks meant becoming regular soldiers of the Court. The two thought that they didn't have any serious jobs or hobbies, so continuing to be ordinary soldiers was okay.

After that, they were assigned to a brand new Scorpion, and they named it after their original gunboat, as a memorial to the past.

Generally speaking, Scorpions operate in groups of 3, but due to the Scorpion's supernatural mobility, the distance between the three vehicles is often very large, even spanning more than ten kilometers. This maximizes their firing radius, and they can also quickly assemble when needed.

"Grumpy, enemy temporary airfield detected ahead, possibly deploying heavy weapons."

Soon, a Scorpion in the squad sent a signal, and Georg, who was driving, immediately responded.

"Understood, Tri-Phased Assault?"

"Understood, Tri-Phased Assault."

Eldar psychic communication is so concise that everyone can clearly understand each other's thoughts. The so-called Tri-Phased Assault is when three Scorpions surround the enemy from three directions, one of which is called the 'Prime', which fires first to draw out the enemy's counter-fire, and then the other two prioritize focusing fire on the enemy's heavy weapons.

Then Georg raised the tank's altitude, and they would be the Prime in the Tri-Phased Assault.

"Here comes the work."

"I've already seen it, the enemy's temporary airfield."

The Scorpion's targeting equipment allowed Ribbentrop to observe the enemy's base from both the ground and the air, with a clear view of the enemy's activities and deployments.

Many Hammerheads could be seen returning, as well as some other vehicles. The Fire Warriors, still in shock, found a safe place and were reporting their experiences. Some fighters were also parked on the runway, but the Tau fighters didn't dare to take off casually now. They already knew about the tragedy that had happened in the sky—their proud air force was being slaughtered like livestock by an unscientific opponent.

In addition, many large battlesuits were parked on both sides of the runway, totaling hundreds of them, indicating that this was a logistics transit base for a Tau detachment.

"Ah, there are three strange big guys, they look like some kind of walking mechs, no arms, only two legs, missile launch nests on both sides of the body, and a giant cannon on the body... Well, these blue-skinned things really have no aesthetic sense at all, extremely ugly."

"What to shoot first?"

"Let's shoot this ugly thing first, I feel like this one might be a bit troublesome, the main cannon should be quite powerful, let's take it down before they start it up."

Ribbentrop focused on a bipedal mech located on the right side of the airfield, and the twin-linked pulse cannons began to charge. At the same time, Georg drove the tank forward from an altitude of one thousand meters, accelerating and descending slightly, forming a dive.

But until now, the Tau forces had not discovered what was approaching them!