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At night, the bright starlight spreads on this long-suffering land, the cold night breeze blows the treetops on the hillside, making small sounds, and the unknown insects chirp up and down each other, dotting the silence of the night and still remaining alive.

Suddenly, a slight wave of psionic energy dispersed, and the insects, which had no wisdom and relied entirely on instinct, instantly fell silent.

In the night, darkness began to gather and take shape, and some humanoid creatures dressed in black paint and barbed alien-style armor stepped out of it, and the strange shape and full of alien technology were held by these aliens with slender and large figures, and the slender clan armor clung to the host's skin, highlighting the layers of strong muscle groups.

It was the clan warrior of the Dark Elt, the living core of the Dark Elt's striking power, the most ruthless and greedy warrior of all, eager for power and inflicting painful pleasure on others. Each warrior honed his skills in the halls of war in the Comoros, and time again and again proved himself to be a ruthless warrior with the blood and lives of his preyed subjects, who were used to engage in all sorts of strife, while only a select few were given the privilege of taking part in the looting of the highly defended planets of the universe, and returning alive to bring back the screaming prey that the clan craved.

This is the clan warrior, the core power of the dark spirits, the ruthless and ruthless marauder, the natural enemy of the weak, and the nightmare of the strong.

A full thirty-two clan warriors came out of the dark convergence, and this force that was enough to plunder a human world hive world appeared on this nameless hillside, and then quickly dispersed, unfurling a vigilance to ensure that there were no anomalies and enemy ambushes nearby, and after the black light curtain quickly spread, six ships with a combination of medieval pirate wind and alien technology wind flew out of it, and twelve anti-gravity levitation motorcycles that looked similar to human jet skis flew out around the six ships.

The dark sails are windless and automatic, and the hideous and eerie turrets are equipped with weapons full of alien high-tech.

These are four Intruder Airships and two Saboteur gunboats unique to the Dark Eldar, as well as twelve single-player combat aerial vehicles, the Marauder Anti-Gravity Motorcycle.

The Intruder Airship, a fast, elegant, and highly maneuverable anti-gravity levitating airship, is the Dark Elt's favorite vehicle to shuttle through the sea of stars, it can carry ten Dark Eldar warriors to quickly break between battlefields or cities, and before the defenders can react, pierce the enemy behind the cover with a precise and graceful dark light spear, and then the Dark Eldar warriors leap from the hull into the enemy, and as the fangs pierce in, the blood-soaked anticipation is coming.

Once the enemy is defeated, those who survive are tied up with the trespasser or impaled on loot holders. Those who die in battle are also brought back to Comoros in an undignified manner, abandoned in bloody corners, or suspended like broken dolls from spiked hulls.

The Saboteur Gunboat is as swift as an arrow as its brother the Trespasser. In place of the position it carried, the saboteur instead carried three heavy weapons. On the battlefield, the saboteur assumes the role of armored fire support, fighting against the enemy's heavy targets, and as for the enemy's light infantry targets, that is the task and duty of the Marauder ATO.

As the anti-gravity levitating vehicles of the Dark Spirit Clan took control of the sky, and after the thirty-two clan warriors monitored the nearby ground, five Dark Spirit Clans wearing black luxurious armor once again walked out of the black light curtain.

Among them, four nightmares with chamfered blades were like stars and moons, surrounding the male dark spirit clan who was wielding a power long knife.

Behind the towering black flag, delicate and complex armor full of high-tech sense.

This is a Dark Spirit Archon, who can be protected by the Nightmare Warriors of the Dark Spirit Clan, and only the Archon who leads a Dark Spirit city has this qualification.

Nightmare demons are warriors of the Dark Spirit Clan who devote themselves to the art of war, and spend their lives honing their killing skills, and everything they are equipped with conveys the threat of death. The segmented armor was covered from head to toe with spikes, while the horned helmet was essentially equipped with a pair of sharp blades. Even in its heavy armor, it moves as silently as a stealthy cat, as each Nightmare Suit is crafted with exquisite craftsmanship that may seem bulky but does not detract from its dexterity.

The Slasher Power Sword is a masterpiece of balance and usefulness, and the Nightmare Demon believes it to be the only weapon.

Despite their strong dueling skills, the Nightmare Demon still despises fair combat. As they approach their enemies, they release waves of interfering nerves from their tormentors embedded in their chests, causing their enemies to suffer in intense agony before the actual slaughter begins.

A dark eldar killer who will stop at nothing to kill.

The fresh air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke and blood, and the pale face of the Dark Spirit Archon, who was not wearing a helmet, showed a look of enjoyment, his eyes rolled and he took a deep, long breath, and some kind of soul in the air nearby that had not yet dissipated was swallowed by the Archon.

"What a delicious and hot soul it is! It's just a pity that some of them are not too fresh, and some of them affect the taste. ”

The archon sighed, his long, narrowly closed eyes burning brighter with a look of pleasure.

"Auston!"

"I am, honorable archon."

The Marauder Leader, who was riding on a Marauder motorcycle, lowered his height, responded to his Archon's response, and landed beside him, respectfully waiting for the call.

"You take the Marauders to scout our raiding targets, and watch out to see if the Orcs are harassing the Space Marines, as our temporary allies say, and keep an eye out for traps in the nearby highlands."

"Understood, Archon."

The leader of the Marauders whistled, and eleven Marauders on Marauder ATVs followed their captain and quickly disappeared into thin air.

The archon stared in the direction where the marauder had disappeared for a moment, and then he turned to look around, the thirty-two clan warriors had completed their tasks and were walking back one after another, and the captain of the clan warriors walked up to the archon, lowered his head slightly and looked at the archon without saying a word.

The archon understood what the clan samurai meant, and this was asking about the target of this sortie.

This plunder is very important, the pipeline city owned by the Poison Blade Clan where the Governor of Ulysses is located only belongs to a small city, in order to keep it secret, not to let the more powerful Dark Spirit Clan know, and then then persecute the Poison Blade Clan, so the Governor of Ulysses adopts extremely high secrecy methods, except for the Nightmare and the leader of the Marauders, the Dark Spirit Clan, including the clan warriors, do not know who they are targeting before setting off, and where the destination is.

The Dark Spirit Race is never a selfless race, you should never trust a Dark Spirit Race to keep a promise, even if there is, it is the benefit of keeping the promise is greater than the gain of betrayal, loyalty and integrity, for the Dark Spirit Race, will always be non-existent qualities.

The Archon of Ulysses looked at the clan warrior captain and said in a deep voice.

"Captain Albert, this time our target is an interstellar warband!"

"Archon Ulysses!?"

The captain of the Albert Clan warriors looked at the archon in front of him, his pale and handsome face under his helmet full of astonishment.

"What do you say, please forgive me for the offense, I heard you right, the target of this plunder is an interstellar warband, an interstellar warband of humanity?"

"That's right, but we're not going to fight against an entire interstellar warband, our target has been severely drained by the Orks, who only have two hundred in number, and we only need to make a sneak attack, and after cutting off their means of communication, these clumsy big guys are at our disposal.

We only need ten minutes, and in ten minutes, we can return to the pipeline with the big guys, and even if the human empire wants to take revenge on us, it will have to find the entrance to the pipeline. ”

The captain of the Albert clan samurai looked deeply at the confident face of the archon, and there were many questions and confusions in his heart. However, due to the supreme position and authority of the Archon Clan of the Dark Spirits, the captain of the Albert clan did not raise his own questions, but retreated in obscurity, and ordered the clan warriors led by him to replace the poisonous needle-like blade of the poison crystal rifle with a paralyzing blade, and the armor-piercing sword he wore with him was smeared with a toxin that was enough to paralyze the space marines.

Ignoring the actions of the clan warriors, the Archon of Ulysses picked up a human communication projector from his waist and turned it on, surrounded by four nightmares.

"Brush ......"

A light curtain was projected into the air, and the upper body of Inquisitor Pedro in black carapace armor appeared on the light curtain, and the curious probe of the Oak Farts in the background watched from the side, and was then grabbed and dragged away by a large green hand.

"In the name of the Holy Emperor, Archon Ulysses, your arrival seems to have come a little earlier than planned."

Faced with Inquisitor Pedro's cold face and unceremonious attitude, Sultan Ulysses piled up a kind smile on his face, and he said in harmony.

"Our Poison Blade Clan just came out a little earlier, and then carried out the necessary pre-battle reconnaissance, the attack time is still in the second half of the night in the local world, and there are still seven hours left for you to prepare."

Inquisitor Pedro's face eased a little, and he said in a deep voice.

"That's best, the Orc attack hasn't really started yet, it's still being tested, my followers haven't started to paralyze the anti-aircraft gun positions near the Starwarband camp, I hope you know, everything is not ready for the plan now.

Something to trade is ready yet! ”

"Of course, of course! We will attack at the appointed time, and the technical memory for the transaction is ready. ”

As he spoke, Archon Ulysses raised a cube of gray machinery in his hand, which was a piece of storage of some technological blueprint data, and contained some technological data owned by the Poisonblade Clan, of course, what was in it would only be known if it was opened.

"I hope this transaction can be carried out, and if there is an accident, I believe you will not want to see it."

Inquisitor Pedro warned, a look of distrust on his face, and Archon Ulysses was not surprised, the Dark Elves were known for not keeping their promises, and it would be strange if the Inquisitor on the other side did not take the necessary reassurances.

"This transaction, you and I will both get all kinds of benefits, the Poison Blade Clan will not break its promise, on the contrary, if you don't do the corresponding thing, our Poison Blade Clan's methods trust Judge Pedro, and you don't want to see it."

The Archon of Ulysses, while making false promises, was planning a dark and unknown plan in his heart, and each side had its own evil intentions, each with its own careful thoughts, and only after dealing with it head-on could he know whose means were more masterful.

However, the Archon of Ulysses had the self-confidence, and he was the only one who had the last laugh - the Archon of Ulysses of the Poisonblade Clan, and the Dark Spirits' thousands of years of struggle were not something that the stupid human Inquisitor could have imagined.