prynovel Chapter 696: The Prophet's Instigation and the Primarch's Shadow
Chapter 696: The Prophet's Instigation and the Primarch's Shadow
Chapter 696: The Prophet's Instigation and the Primarch's Shadow
"Put away your weapons."
Fu Qinghai gave the order.
Many Space Marines lowered their guns, Joestar and Kalamanda also ended their transformation, Tristan put down the Scepter of Truth that was shining with holy light, and Satfaran slowly emerged from his invisible state. The fingers of No. 56 that were pointing forward closed imperceptibly and were clenched into fists and held in front of his chest.
Saramand stepped forward, her eyes sweeping across the five senior officers of the regiment, but she did a good job of concealing the flash of surprise in her eyes - Qingshan was indeed different from other humans, he could always show something that people couldn't understand, and she had never seen these ways of using psychic energy.
Most of the Eldar have an extremely arrogant and superior attitude towards humans, because they believe that everything humans are experiencing now is what the Eldar have experienced before: ruling the galaxy, Chaos invading, prosperity and decline... So they always have a kind of "I can see through your future"-style pride. And due to the information blockade, most of the ordinary people in the empire do not have enough knowledge about this universe.
But Qingshan is different.
He is like a black hole of mystery.
Saramand thought she knew him well.
But sometimes I still feel like I totally don't understand him.
If she and Qingshan were the only ones in this abandoned area, Sharamand would definitely catch him and interrogate him. But now his men were also there, and in front of a group of Space Marines, the pride and self-esteem of the Eldar made her unable to show her weakness. Sharamand suppressed her curiosity and walked up gracefully.
Then open your five clenched fingers upward.
Fu Qinghai looked down at her palm.
A huge triangular incisor inlaid with finely crafted gold wire, like some kind of souvenir or handicraft.
"The teeth of a nocturnal salamander."
Sarah Mander explained:
"This creature can only be found on Nocturne, a gift from Vulkan Vulkan to my father in gratitude for his aid during the Horus Heresy."
Fu Qinghai took the giant tooth.
"This tooth is a token used to show our identity to the human empire and to prove that the Eldar are not enemies. Of course, it is no longer necessary now. My father performed a divination before sending Rei and his men on their journey, and he saw you waiting for her outside the Webway Gate. The Harlequins suffered heavy casualties..."
Sarah Mander paused here:
"So he changed his plans."
"I gave the order not to fire the first shot."
Fu Qinghai played with the big tooth in his hand and explained only this sentence without saying anything else.
If Vulkan Vulkan knew that the mysterious old man who helped him during the Horus Heresy was an Eldar prophet, not only would he not give your father this tooth, but he would also smash your father's head flat with one punch... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
But he didn't say what was in his mind, after all, Edrad Uslan and the Uswe Craftworld were still his allies. The old prophet was a pure man, and he helped humans in the end for the benefit of the Eldar, which was normal. He also did the bastard act of diverting the orc green tide to the human world in order to protect a craft world, which was also very normal from the Eldar's point of view.
"So what does he mean now?"
Fu Qinghai clenched his teeth and looked at Sarahmand.
"We have fulfilled our duty of warning. Although we did not enter the palace, we have met the person we really need to see. He knows that the threat of Chaos is far greater than that of beasts. He also knows what kind of enemies he will face in the future and is preparing for it. He is the key for humans and the Eldar to fight against Chaos together. These are my father's original words."
Sarah Mand stared at Fu Qinghai and said.
A pair of deep, big eyes are sparkling.
Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
Of course he knew who this "he" was talking about.
The old prophet praised me too highly.
Fu Qinghai shook his head in his heart.
The key to the joint fight against Chaos by humans and the Eldar? Such a big hat is put on my head? Robouti Guilliman is more like it. I am not a Primarch or Regent of the Empire, just a border warlord, I can't bear such a big title.
“My father also said.”
Sarah Mand suddenly leaned forward and the distance between her and Fu Qinghai became extremely close. There were only a few inches between their noses, so close that they could even smell each other's warm breath.
Saramand had a faint mysterious smile on her face. She tiptoed a step closer to Fu Qinghai's face, raised her lips close to his ear, and said in a low voice:
"He said, if you want to do it, then do it. Don't hesitate. Everything that stands in your way will be crushed by you... You are more suitable to rule this empire than they are."
Fu Qinghai's eyes widened instantly.
Huo Ran turned and looked at Sarah Mand.
After saying this, Saramand ignored the shocked look on Fu Qinghai's face. She pressed her palm on Fu Qinghai's chest armor and pushed lightly. She then tiptoed back and leaped lightly. The silent air began to twist and surge again.
"Oh, by the way, my father also united the prophets of the entire Craft World to cast a spell to calm the warp that was turbulent due to the roar of the orcs' souls, so that the Imperial Fists fleet could reach Terra faster. No need to thank us."
After leaving these words lightly, Sarahmand fell backwards, and disappeared into the air in a flash of light.
The foreign beauty has already left.
Fu Qinghai stood there with a complicated expression.
"Pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be mysterious."
Qiao Shida spat and snorted coldly.
"Space Elf, the reputation is well-deserved."
Number 56 said with a chuckle.
Fu Qinghai looked up at the direction where Sarahmand disappeared.
He looked down at the huge tooth in his palm.
It seemed that what the Supreme Prophet predicted was more than he had imagined. Not only did he predict his ambush on the Harlequin Eldar, he even saw his subsequent plans?
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Torrance settlement, Caldera.
The orc army is marching. The green tide composed of steel machinery and green muscles has a destructive power comparable to that of boiling molten lava. It is unstoppable and destroys everything. The big mouth on the orc totem flag is roaring in the wind, and the endless hunger seems to devour everything.
On the walls of Torrance settlement, people were observing the green tide with telescopes. They saw countless open jaws, countless thick green arms and roaring beast faces, the trajectory of the giant war machines, and the trails of destruction left behind.
In the magnified field of view of the telescope, they could only see the shaking bodies and shaking weapons of the orc army, but this was enough to show how brutal the upcoming battle would be.
After putting down the telescope, the naked eye could better witness the scale of this terrifying green tide. A huge turbulence shattered the jungle in the distance, and the green wave swept towards the city wall.
Most of the surface of the planet Kodra is bare rock. During the Great Crusade, an extermination order was executed here, but long before the return of the Imperial colonists, the jungle had been lush again in the planet's self-repair over a thousand years. The planet's crust has been violently shaken, with volcanic rifts everywhere, as well as fertile land nourished by volcanic ash.
The Torrens settlement is a small mining outpost built on the rocky slope on the west side of the basalt plateau. It has a thick steel-chalk composite wall that protects its residents from the ferocious predators lurking around the crater, making them unable to pose a threat to people's production and life. At the bottom of the slope is a dense jungle.
The greenskins' march began to accelerate.
The orcs flattened the jungle as they advanced, their huge tanks and walkers passing through the dense forest, followed closely by a large number of infantry. There were enough of them to cover almost the entire area visible to the naked eye, and the flames from the air pipes and valves of the war machines illuminated the strong green muscles of the orcs, bringing destruction, slaughter and burning.
Thousands of miners stood on the city walls. Life on Kodra had accustomed the residents to staying vigilant and armed for long periods of time, so they had a large number of guns and ammunition, and there was an automatic turret at each end of the west wall. The firepower of the settlement could cover the entire jungle in an instant.
But in the face of this green tide.
None of this helps.
There was deathly silence on the city wall.
"How long can we hold them off?"
A miner suddenly asked.
"Drag them until they kill us."
Another worker replied calmly.
"Haha, that sounds good."
An atmosphere of pessimism has filled the city walls.
"Maybe they won't notice us. We are just a mining base, not the capital of the planet."
A young miner said in a shrill, terrified voice.
"Go ahead and dream."
Another middle-aged miner retorted disdainfully.
"We're not in any of their paths!"
The shrill voice still held on to a glimmer of fantasy.
"You're right, but the jungle wasn't in any of their paths, and it was flattened."
The foreman of Torrance Settlement sighed:
"We are the road beneath their feet."
A few minutes later, the orcs proved the foreman's words were true. Although the city walls were far out of range, the screaming green boys had already opened fire. Behind them, the tanks and walking cans were also constantly spewing flames, and the shells whistled through the sky, some hitting the city walls, and some even further, landing on the houses in the settlement.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The steel plates beneath the miners' feet began to shake, and the air was filled with flames. The main part of the wall exploded, and a storm of debris rushed back to the settlement. The subsequent artillery bombardment destroyed the buildings on the wall, killing many miners on the spot, but the survivors continued to fight. Parts of the wall began to tilt, and the residents of Torrance clung to the battlements, climbed over the ruins, rushed to the broken wall and fired wildly at the enemy.
They were pale and trembling, their faces covered in sweat and fear, but they kept pulling the trigger.
The orcs began to emerge from the forest, with the greenskin motorcycle troops in the front. With the rumbling sound of the engines, a large number of motorcycles broke free from the entanglement of branches and vines and sped along the sloping hillside towards the city wall. Thick black smoke billowed up to block the view, and the greenskin infantry continued to emerge behind them, while their heavy armored troops continued to bombard.
The residents of the settlement now understood:
My own death is approaching.
But none of them stopped fighting.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"BOOM——"
The leading green combat truck suddenly exploded, and the resulting fireballs splashed onto the surrounding motorcyclists, turning them into rolling out-of-control torches, and crashed into other vehicles. Then a motorcycle was instantly thrown high into the air and smashed towards the other companions.
The orcs' advance slowed suddenly.
Flames shot up into the sky, revealing a huge figure in armor wielding a warhammer. The hammer smashed into the fender of an oncoming truck, squeezing it like a mountain, and the truck flipped over, squashing the orcs inside into a puddle of mud as it hit the ground. Ork infantry surrounded the warrior, but were quickly dispatched. Every move the warrior made had a loud sound like artillery fire, and the tall war bosses fell as fast as their green-skinned lads.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
With powerful hammering and sweeping blows, the figure cleared a space. Surrounded by debris and corpses, he stood in the flames.
The miners now see more clearly:
It was a giant nearly five meters tall, wearing gorgeous dark green armor, a huge reptilian skull on its shoulders, obsidian skin, and ruby eyes.
The soldier spoke.
His voice was deep but extremely loud, even drowning out the savage roar of the green-skinned war machines:
"Sons of Caldera, you are very brave! Rise and continue to fight. You are not alone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fierce indirect fire of the greenskin armored forces shifted from the Torrens settlement to the hillside, and the soldier instantly disappeared in the smoke. Explosions began to occur continuously on the ground, causing the ears of the people behind the wall to bleed.
A tracked war machine in the greenskin army was like a metal monster over 20 meters high, crushing the gravel with a "crunching sound". It was covered with shaking metal plate armor, and its body was full of gun barrels. At this moment, it was pouring fire indiscriminately. Hundreds of greenskins had died in the intensive artillery fire, and this was just to kill their only enemy.
The residents' hearts were tense, and the flame of hope was ruthlessly extinguished just as it was ignited. However, they did not drop their weapons, and they continued to shoot into the flames and black smoke. They were grateful for the warrior's sacrifice, which gave the Torrance settlement a few seconds of extra survival time, and they also obeyed the hero's last order - to continue fighting.
The green-skinned metal monster that looked like an iron tower fortress moved forward a long distance, then stopped. Its fully armed arms twitched, the huge saw blade on its right arm stopped spinning, and black smoke billowed from its shoulders. A few seconds later, its left arm began to fire frantically, but it also stopped after a short while.
The war machine shook violently and began to explode from the inside. Its chest exploded, and flames spurted out, blowing the huge metal plate on its chest hundreds of meters away. The inside of the giant machine was like purgatory. The tall warrior crawled out of the hole in the machine's chest, and the green machine behind him did not move.
The warrior turned again toward the Torrens settlement, raising his hammer in salute, and then he rushed down the hillside to the north, cutting through the following orc forces.
The miners' fingers were still unconsciously pulling the trigger, but their faces were already stunned. They watched miracle after miracle happen in front of them. The warrior should not have survived that bombardment, but he did it! Now he changed the direction of the green tide by himself. The greenskins lost interest in the Torrens settlement. The engines turned, the infantry roared, and the orc army rushed towards the warrior. Although small groups of orcs were still trying to climb the hillside, the residents of the settlement were now facing a war, not extinction.
"This is……"
The young miner's mouth was half open.
But nothing could be said.
The foreman shook his head. He didn't know what he had seen or how to explain everything in front of him, but he felt like being in a legend.
And a tribute to that glimpse of eternity.
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