The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Company Commander, did these Eldar suddenly appear to save us?"

Hearing the words of the warrior beside him, Second Company Commander Jerman Juarez of the Lamenters shook his head. He was now covered in wounds, his armor almost half-shattered, his left shoulder guard completely gone, his shoulder a blurred mess of flesh and metal tendons. His sword was only two-thirds of its original length. The remaining 31 warriors of the Second Company, all wounded, gathered around him, guarding the boarding entrance of the transport ship behind them.

"Aliens are always self-serving, we must not be careless, and even more so, we must not be deceived."

Soon, the magnificent Eternal Pyre slowly descended, and four Wings of Asuryan had already landed, the Phoenix Guard forming neat ranks.

However, Sosiarch did not appear. He merely sat within the veiled palanquin. Duran walked to the front of the ship, looking down at the Lamenters, and said in a High Gothic with a somewhat unique accent:

"Are you the Second Company Commander of the Lamenters Chapter?"

"Hmm?"

Jerman Juarez frowned, and after a moment replied:

"Yes, but how do you know me?"

"Our Lord knows all."

"Ha, such arrogance as always. Tell me, what are your schemes and tricks?"

"Our Lord came here specifically to hunt the Great Devourer, seeing your bravery and tenacity, is deeply impressed. Now the Tyranids are releasing large amounts of spores and toxins, this place is not to be stayed long. But your primitive and crude ship seems to be damaged, so Our Lord is willing to do a good deed and help you evacuate."

"This"

Jerman Juarez hesitated for a moment, looked at the adjutant beside him, and then saw the answer in the other's eyes—

They really had no choice at this time.

Accepting the help of the Eldar, this matter was neither big nor small. Jerman Juarez really couldn't make up his mind for a moment. The key was that they had lost contact with Malakim.

Duran then added:

"Your Chapter Master has already been saved by Our Lord. He is seriously injured and is receiving treatment, so there is no need to worry."

"The Chapter Master is in your hands!?"

The Lamenters Second Company Commander immediately pointed his broken sword at Duran.

"You are threatening us!"

Sitting in the palanquin at the rear of the skimmer, Sosiarch helplessly supported his forehead with his hand. He didn't know how the other party came to this conclusion.

But Duran wasn't as easygoing as Sosiarch. He just sneered.

"Threat? What do you have that is worth threatening? I can sweep you away with one hand. This is pity, understand?"

"Duran, don't say unnecessary words."

Hearing the Aeldari language coming from behind, Duran turned around, bowed slightly as if to salute someone, then turned back and patiently said to Jerman Juarez:

"Our Lord most admires warriors who sacrifice themselves for the weak. Your behavior transcends race and is a benevolent act worthy of praise. At the same time, Tyranids are something that can transform all biomass into its soldiers and fleets. That is to say, the best way to weaken it is to let it obtain as little biomass as possible. Helping you is weakening the Tyranids."

Hearing this, Jerman Juarez seemed to waver. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"I need to discuss it with the other company commanders for a moment, just one minute."

"Please."

Jerman Juarez then turned around to contact another company commander who was still on the scene. The other party was obviously also very wary of the Eldar, especially the strength displayed by this group of Eldar. The Tyranid behemoths, which were originally terrifying in their eyes, were easily slaughtered, without any ability to resist. Then, eliminating them humans would naturally be an easy task.

So they came to the conclusion that the Aeldari really had no motive to attack them, at least not at the moment. There were still hundreds of thousands of people who hadn't evacuated, and the transport ship was completely scrapped. They had no reliance other than the Eldar.

In the end, when he returned to Duran, he chose to accept the Aeldari's help, but he also demanded to see Malakim as soon as possible, and Duran agreed.

Soon, twenty Vampire Raiders landed on the cleared landing pad of the spaceport and opened their hatches. Inside were rows of wraithbone portals. Hundreds of thousands of refugees walked into these xenos technology objects under the guidance of the Space Marines, filled with unease.

But not everyone accepted this.

"This is an alien trick! This is alien filth! It wants to enslave us! Destroy us! Pious Imperial citizens would rather die than touch alien filth! The Emperor will spit on us!"

Hundreds of priests gathered together, holding torches high, screaming madly. If they hadn't been stopped by a dozen Lamenters, they might have rushed over and burned those wraithbone portals with fire.

"Angels! Don't go! That's an alien trap! Death! We die together! Return to the Golden Throne!"

"Rather die under the claws of the Tyranids! Never surrender to them!"

"The God-Emperor says: Xenos are hateful, killable, and never to be trusted!"

Shouting, wailing, crying, beating their chests, those priests used all their strength. Their instigation did cause hesitation in the crowd, many people hesitated to move forward, causing the queue to stagnate.

Sitting on the palanquin behind the veil, Sosiarch coldly watched those Ecclesiarchy priests, thinking that what Malakim and the Lamenters had saved with their lives were actually these things, his heart grew even colder.

And Jerman Juarez was still patiently persuading them.

"This is just an expediency, unnecessary sacrifice is not worth advocating. We will not collude with aliens, just"

"Angel Sir!"

Suddenly, a gray-haired hermit wearing a tattered priest's robe lay on the ground, hugging the Second Company Commander's thigh and crying loudly:

"Have you forgotten the God-Emperor's teachings! Can you no longer see the light of the God-Emperor! Why do you lead the God-Emperor's lambs astray! Death is a small matter, corruption is a big matter! Please, open your eyes and don't be deceived by these aliens, otherwise, otherwise I will crash and die at your feet!"

As he spoke, he really knocked his head hard against Juarez's leg armor twice, knocking out two bloody marks, making Juarez look helpless and unable to kick the other party away, because that was not their style.

"Your Highness, there is not much time left."

Duran walked to the palanquin and pointed to the red mist that was surging in the distance.

"Should we, get rid of these foolish fellows."

"It's useless. If you really take action to get rid of them, the rest will be even more unwilling to leave. It will only increase the tension in vain. Alas, this is the barrier that has been built up between the two races for ten thousand years."

Fortunately, Jerman Juarez finally made up his mind, directly called the warriors, grabbed the priests one by one, and then threw them all into the wraithbone portals amidst their screams, but after they landed, they found that they were not in some "alien" space, but on an Imperial transport ship.

Because considering that this operation may involve evacuation, and humans are obviously inconvenient to be on Aeldari ships, Sosiarch "borrowed" a few large merchant ships along the route when he came. No one was injured in the process, but he very "kindly" told the captain that it was just a temporary loan, and they would be paid enough remuneration afterwards, and then small wraithbone portals were deployed inside the ship, and now they really came in handy.

With this attitude, the speed of the refugees immediately increased. At this time, the gunshots of the Dark Reapers became more and more dense, and the roars of behemoths continued to come from the spore toxin mist.

Ten minutes later, after all the humans had evacuated, the Aeldari also boarded their vehicles and left this area of death before the spore toxin mist engulfed the spaceport.