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A slight wind broke through the air, and the twelve Marauder Anti-Gravity Motorcycles silently streaked across the treetops in the night, and quietly descended to the hillside, where the Sulon Ulysses had been waiting for a long time, and thirty-two clan warriors were on guard and preparing for battle on the tops of the nearby trees.

The eerie darkness gathers on the hillside, and the rotten and cold atmosphere makes the breeze stop the land and the air freezes.

"Your Excellency."

Auston humbly bowed his head and saluted his chest as he reported.

"We have found the target, the Orcs are currently launching a small-scale attack on the target camp, but there is no possibility of breaking through the outer defenses, and the location of the anti-aircraft artillery positions around the target camp is also marked on the combat map, but there are a large number of human troops stationed on the sides and behind the target camp, about hundreds of thousands, our temporary allies have not informed us of this situation, will this be a problem!?"

"Leave those humans alone, they don't pose a threat to us."

The Archon of Ulysses sneered.

"Although the information provided by our allies is a little untrue, we just need to make sure that some of it is not wrong, and the rest only needs to be an air raid, and after ten minutes, we can return to the pipeline with the loot, and according to the experience of previous raids, those humans are unlikely to react in such a short time.

Captain Albert, now get ready for battle, we need to head out to harvest our loot. ”

"Yes, Archon."

The clan warrior captain stroked his chest and saluted, he didn't ask why he didn't attack at the time he had booked with his allies, but started attacking his target in the middle of the night a few hours in advance, wasn't deception and conspiracy the instinct of the dark spirits?

Two hundred living Space Marines!

The Archon of Ulysses was already trembling with excitement at the thought that he was about to receive these loot, and those two hundred strong slaves could bring a great opportunity for his Poison Blade clan to develop, a chance to become stronger.

Whether transformed into a Blood Servant, a Human, or a Cruelty, two hundred strong slaves can give the Poison Blade Clan the foundation to become a powerful clan. With these powerful flesh and blood puppet armies, he, Archon Ulysses, will become the greatest Archon in the history of the Poison Blade Clan, a great leader who can lead the Poison Blade Clan from a weak clan to a powerful one.

Two hundred strong slaves, even if there is an accident in the process of capture, it doesn't matter if they lose one or two, their souls will be devoured by the great Archon Ulysses, and then become a part of his strength, his body will be younger and stronger because of the souls of the strong slaves of the alien race, and the soul will be more tenacious in devouring, able to resist the prying eyes of the demons of the subspace.

He, the Archon of Ulysses, will be immortalized by these two hundred Space Marine slaves.

While the consuls of Ulysses were immersed in their own fantasies and unable to extricate themselves, the warriors of the clan gathered performed sacred and thrilling pre-battle rituals.

The clan warriors pulled out needles filled with an unknown white liquid from their waists and stabbed them into their white necks, which had been protected by their helmets.

As the needle propelled, the white liquid gradually entered the dark spirit's body.

These dark spirits, male and female, rolled their eyes, their bodies twitched for a while, and a trace of saliva flowed from the lips of the dark spirits who were open with pleasure, and their faces were full of joyful and distorted expressions.

It wasn't until a long time later that all the clan warriors came to their senses, their pale faces, pale from not seeing sunlight for a long time, filled with abnormal redness, and their eyes radiated a feverish and murderous light.

The warriors of these clans are injected with a combat stimulant, which can make these dark spirits who are qualified to plunder in exchange for intense senses at the cost of shortening their lifespan, paralyzing their own pain, excitating their emotions, and then making themselves more powerful and brutal, pursuing the pleasure of torture and killing in battle, and becoming more sensitive and swift because of the senses that become excited.

At this time, Albert, the leader of the clan warriors, the clan captain known as the Pleasure One, was the first to wake up from the effects of the potion, donning a helmet to cover his unusually flushed cheeks, and the cold, blood-thirsting declaration of the Archon of Ulysses reached the ears of every clan warrior through the clan armor.

"Death on the plate, fear the wine in the cup, go, my fellow citizens, go to kill, to plunder, to torture, to satisfy our desires! Under the orders of the Archon of Ulysses, go and plunder the poor hapless bastards! ”

"Roaring ......"

With a low roar, the elite of the Poisonblade Clan quickly jumped onto the reduced intruder airship, and then sped off into the sky, surrounded by saboteur gunboats and marauder anti-gravity motorcycles.

One after another dark elves rowed through the night, the sharp and pitch-black bow was like a demon's poisonous spear, vicious and deadly, the projection force field on the vehicle began to work, from the outside, these dark eldar vehicles turned into a blurred dark mosaic, not only the naked eye could not see the dark elves enveloped in darkness, even the instruments and psionic energy could not find the true body of the dark elves hidden in it from the dark phantom like a mosaic.

Since it can't be discovered, it is naturally impossible to talk about accurate strikes and air defense interceptions, and it is with this method that the dark spirits have attacked and plundered countless worlds, and they have only suffered minor losses, or even no casualties.

Even the body of the Phantom Mosaic is distorted by light, casting the phantom into the distance, and even if you shoot desperately at the phantom, it will be useless, countless cannonballs and bullets rain through the phantom, but it will not hurt the dark spirit vehicle from a safe distance.

Standing in the rear of an intruder airship, the Sultan of Ulysses began to outline his plunder plan to the rest of the crew through the communicator built into the clan armor.

"This plunder, we are going to carry out a surprise attack from the rear of the target camp, while those human space marines are attracted by the Orks on the position, the saboteur gunboat is the first to break in, covering the anti-aircraft fire and commanding heights in the target camp with dark light spears, and then the invader airship breaks into the center of the camp and throws clan warriors, the marauders pay attention to sniping threatening targets and destroying the nearby anti-aircraft artillery heights, pay attention to those powerful star marines, don't kill them all, use anesthesia against them, That's the workhorse of our future Legion of Reformed Slaves.

We only have ten minutes to plunder us this time, and in ten minutes, we will return to the pipeline with our harvest and let the humans go blind!

Hehehehe, hahahahaha......"

And just as the Sul of Ulysses was sneering, turning the time back to ten minutes ago, in a clearing in the distance, a machine had just stopped working, the projection of Inquisitor Pedro and the Orc Fart Spirits disappeared into the night air, and the mechanical bishop in red robes withdrew the servo arm that turned off the machine, and the sound of the machine sounded from the loudspeaker.

"Stupid dark spirits!"

"Christopher Mechanic, what's going on, have we succeeded?"

Company Commander Tetus next to him walked over and asked.

"Of course it succeeded, those black-skinned bean sprouts didn't realize that the traitor in front of the projector was just a phantom, and the power of the god of all machines was not something they could see through. And judging by the expression on the face of the Sultan of Ulysses on the other side of the projector, those black bean sprouts are probably going to change their plans? ”

"Things have changed!?"

Tetus thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"Will they attack in advance?"

"Judging from the Empire's experience with the Dark Spirits, this is a great possibility."

"Alright, I'll go and inform the Ambushed Warband and Space Wolves now, and tell them that the plan is ahead of schedule."

Christopher's mechanical bishop turned and walked away slowly, and a large number of mechanical slaves swarmed up and carefully lifted the projection machine down.

"In that case, I also need to order the mechanical cathar and the air defense positions, as well as the Imperial Navy in space orbit, to be ready for battle.

The miracle of the Ten Thousand Machines God cannot be missed, those dark spirits are not allowed to enter the vicinity of the miracles of the Ten Thousand Machines, Commander Tetus, this is the bottom line of the Mechanic God Cult, if the ambush of your interstellar warband is broken through, the back hand of the Mechanic God Cult will come into play. ”

"Bishop Christopher, those dark spirits have no chance of escaping the ambush, I swear by the honor of the Ultramarines."

This is exactly the trap set by the Cult of the Mechanical God and the five interstellar warbands specifically targeting the dark spirits, as for those orcs who are charging like a position, it is just some mechanical slaves wearing orc skins and the illusions of a few blood crow think tanks to create a scene, if it is replaced by the Eldar spirits, this rough illusion and green skin props will be debunked in minutes, and only the dark spirits who have given up their psionic abilities will be fooled stupidly.