Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 257 The True Strength of the Spiritual Race

The support operation, which was supposed to proceed according to plan, became unpredictable due to the intervention of the Prophet Uslan. All the reinforcements from the Atolek Ark World, including Nightspear, were prepared for a brutal battle.

Uslan's warning made them temporarily put aside their arrogance as the Eldar. Even the proudest warriors of the tribe were silently checking their weapons and equipment to prepare for battle with humans.

"The original plan remains unchanged. The fleet will enter space in stealth mode, and we will first reunite with Pandora's cousins."

Nightspear stated his arrangements and then added.

"Not only that, have those Nether Knights stand by, we're going to need some more powerful ground forces to fight the humans."

A tribe warrior received the order and was to awaken those huge spirit bone constructs.

"Out of caution, I brought two Nether Knights with me for this rescue operation. I originally thought they would not have a chance to appear, but now it seems fortunate that I brought them with me."

"It's a pity that due to our hasty arrival, the Ghost Titan and the Phantom Titan were unable to come together, otherwise our actions would have been safer."

For the Eldar today, Netherworld constructs of the Phantom Titan's level are almost non-renewable. Every time a Titan is destroyed, their total number of Titans will be reduced forever.

To support a small world of barbaric elves, there is no need for a giant of this level.

This Ark Eldar reinforcement fleet slowly deviated from the main route of the Webway, and under the guidance of Nightspear, they entered some extremely narrow areas as if they were drilling into the capillaries of the Webway.

Each network node has a fork in the road that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. If you go wrong, you may end up taking a long detour.

The legendary ranger, relying on his knowledge of the Webway, skillfully guided the fleet forward.

The Eldar warships moved cautiously, their exaggerated solar sail structures almost rubbing against the barriers of the webway, but they were still able to pass through these narrow webways perfectly.

"We will part ways here. You will lead your fleet into the real universe and wait for an opportunity. Once I send out the signal, take action immediately."

Yemao spoke to the captain, and the latter nodded solemnly, indicating that he lived up to the trust.

After saying that, Nightspear, along with the tribe warriors who came with him and the rangers who were willing to follow him, boarded the Eagle fighters and Darkstar fighters on the deck of the ship. Another part of the Eldar followed behind in Nightwing fighters and Phoenix ground attack aircraft.

These small fighter planes, which seemed to be cruising in the void, nimbly passed through the gaps on the sides of the warship and brushed along the edge of the webway to an exit.

Dozens of Dark Star fighters flew through the webway at high speed. These vehicles with unique blade-like wings and split arrow-shaped noses were standard Eldar fighters. They formed a miniature holographic field to protect their own safety during flight instead of relying on heavy armor.

Although the larger Eagle-class fighter is slightly slower than the Dark Star, the holographic field generator it carries is a modified version of the battleship level. It is undoubtedly extremely difficult for the Empire's sensors and scanning arrays to detect it.

It is equipped with a starlight cannon as an air combat weapon, but its truly lethal aspect lies in its incredibly destructive sonic bombs. Once these bombs hit the target, they will immediately release a devastating shock wave that can easily tear apart armor several meters thick.

Dark Star fighters escorted the Eagle fighters, and countless flying figures penetrated the Webway gate on Pandora.

A pale pink gate of light suddenly opened, stretching up for hundreds of meters, illuminating the dense forest of Pandora.

Then, a chaotic, blue-purple shimmer surged, its fantastical hues resembling primordial light. All who beheld it were filled with deep admiration. It was the Webway, a marvel of engineering created by the ancient Creators.

Relying on this creation, any species can break free from the constraints of space and travel through the vast galaxy at a speed faster than the speed of light.

It is absolutely efficient, clean and safe, but now this legacy of the Ancient Saints has fallen into the hands of the Eldar. These beings who claim to be the eldest sons of the Ancient Saints use the Webway to travel around, and today they will appear from here to save their relatives.

Groups of fighter planes rushed out of the Webway gate. They were both fast and agile, and they shuttled through Pandora's primeval forest with an accuracy that was unimaginable for the human empire. They even relied on a complex inertial damping system to make nearly 180-degree turns to avoid obstacles.

"They are here, finally here."

Around the sacred tree Eva, a large group of wild elves gathered together, their faces filled with fear and uneasiness, and the incarnation of the soul of the world: Eva was trembling at this moment, its leaves became curled and dull, and the drooping nerve vines were even dimmer.

Eva has already told these Savage Eldar what happened on the battlefield ahead. The behemoth tide that gathered most of the planet's power was easily destroyed by humans. Dragon Knight Keen and other comrades went to death with a resolute attitude, and most of them were also annihilated by humans.

But Eva still felt that Keane was still alive, but in some kind of imprisoned state.

"Ancestors, are we really wrong? In order to avoid the tide of destruction, we tried to conceal our nature, we tried to control it, to avoid it, but in the end, is our destiny still unstoppable?"

Chieftain Karen knelt down in front of Eva, desperately trying to get answers from the ancestral will that resided in the Soul of the World.

However, there was no response from the ancestors, only the pulsating sound of the world soul that seemed to never stop.

“Instead of seeking advice from your ancestors, ask your own heart.”

"Why should the living seek help from the dead, Karen."

The chief looked up suddenly, and found that a tall elf figure wearing a hood and holding a spear had appeared in front of him.

"Ilic?" The wild elves exclaimed. The person who appeared before them was the reinforcement they had been waiting for.

More and more Ark Eldar landed from the fighter planes. Nightspear brought more than five hundred Eldar reinforcements, most of whom were affiliation warriors who practiced the way of warriors, and some Eldar rangers who were willing to follow him.

Considering the population size of the Eldar, this is already a considerable reinforcement force.

These neat and solemn Ark Eldar stood behind Night Spear, forming a sharp contrast with the Savage Eldar kneeling on the ground.

"Both the Ark Eldar and the Savage Eldar survived the destruction, but you chose to escape completely and hide in the corners of the galaxy. In my humble opinion, you will fall into an eternal cycle of sorrow, pain and death faster than we did."

"I think those dragon riders have proved to you that the Savage Eldar also have blood and determination. Stand up, Karen, and lead your people to resist together."

Nightspear extended his hand to the kneeling chief, and the latter looked up at the ranger's eyes under the hood, which were like melting glaciers, and couldn't help but take a deep breath and firmly held the hand.

"There's no end to grief and death, but at least we can fight it, right?"

(End of this chapter)