The wind had stopped at some point, and the woods had become very quiet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Except for the clatter of dozens of pairs of feet on fallen leaves and dead grass and the sound of heavy breathing.

An extremely strange team walks among the not-so-dense trees. At the front is a tall and slender figure, with a faint brilliance of spiritual energy, unhurried steps, dignified and elegant.

Scattered around, a group of figures of similar size, all of them looked very vigorous and light, following the pace of the leader calmly and calmly, without any words.

Walking in the middle of the line was -------- in fact, the noise made by the march of this group was basically made by these people in the middle------- these nervous Imperial Defense Force soldiers. One by one, they clutched the weapons in their hands, and in this environment, the weapons in their hands can give people a sense of security, even if it is a "flashlight". Their wide gray cloaks could not hide their tense and trembling figures, and the eyes under the brim of their helmets were full of nervousness. Compared to the Elven soldiers who walked around them, these humans seemed so clumsy and ridiculous.

Of course, there are some exceptions.

The apes walked in the middle of the group, keeping their usual thick lines, as the dumb-headed sub-species had always done, as if they were completely unaware of their current situation, while Johnny, the Lighterin sniper, swayed around with a nonchalant look at his sniper rifle, which was almost longer than his stature.

At the very end, the Blade Winged Space Marine, who was nearly a head taller than everyone else, his steps were as firm and brisk as ever, and the huge heavy blaster was not on his shoulder but flat in his hand-------- but the muzzle of the gun did not jump with his footsteps, as if it were sliding on a straight track. On the other hand, he didn't seem to pay any attention to the Eldar soldiers around him, as if the Eldar soldiers walking behind him with their fingers on the weapon trigger were as inconspicuous as leaves, and beside him, Jackson and Richard slowly followed the tall figure of the Space Marine, holding their weapons as if unconscious.

The felon, Eumini Fontin, who walked in the middle of the line, looked relaxed and comfortable, as if he was just enjoying the scenery and strolling around, with nothing to worry about. His hands were hidden under his cloak, and he couldn't see what he was doing, but his eyes were constantly watching the Eldar soldiers around him, and the Alice Arbitrator completely ignored the Eldars, staring closely at Omeny's back, his hands on his blaster pistol at all times, as if he was looking for the best place to make a hole in Omeny's head.

At the forefront, that is, immediately behind the Spirit Prophet, was Company Commander Ryan, who was now bloodshot and unpleasant to see after the unpleasant compromise before, and Pastor Edward was standing beside him, holding his power sword and stand shield tightly with a solemn expression.

In Edward's past service in the Inquisition, he had a history of working with the Elves under the leadership of the Inquisitor - sometimes you have to tap into the power of these ancient aliens to fight demons.

Edward knew that his colleagues would have a hard time accepting this, as it was true that these aliens were cunning and insidious, and they were not discredited.

Sometimes, though, it's a necessary decision.

Especially now that Ankoostan is only three days away.

Thinking of this, Edward couldn't help but glance back at the little soldier in Gavipoli.

Yes, Edward didn't know about him, but with the soldier's current condition, Edward was almost certain that he was becoming a psyker—and an unidentifiable psyker.

The weirdest thing is that whenever someone asks him what to do next, he can always give a clear answer, and with a puzzling resoluteness, if you don't go, then he will go by himself.

The emperor is above, maybe someone is really guiding him?

But perhaps, it was another trap, but looking at the attitudes of the Spirit Clan, it seemed that they had already grasped this situation.

Well, according to Edward's usual knowledge, there is a good chance that this is true, and that beneath the ruins of Ankoostan there may well be something that attracts these elven aliens, chaos heretics, Tyranns, orcs, and perhaps the dark remnants whose motives and purposes are unpredictable.

Damn, Edward thought, there were so many enemies of the Emperor, and they all seemed to know what they were looking for, only the Emperor's warriors were confused.

However, Edward quickly suppressed this thought.

We have the Emperor's Protection, and that's enough.

Whatever these aliens or heretics wanted, they couldn't get their way.

But in the blink of an eye, Edward suddenly remembered a logical problem.

Dark remnants, what are they, aliens or heretics?

Edward believed he was not the only one who was troubled by this problem.

Both the Inquisition and the Council of Terra are fighting over this issue.

For, if they are defined as aliens, then they are not hereticals. If they are heretics, then they are not aliens......

"Here we are, human." The prophet's voice suddenly came from the front, interrupting Edward's train of thought.

Edward picked up his power sword, looked at the bushes and weeds in front of him, and then glanced back at the Eldar Prophet.

"Okay, don't hide it, I know they're here."

The helmeted Eldar prophet seemed slightly surprised (Edward guessed it), and then shouted a few words of Eldar language to the other side.

The prophet, who had not spoken, nodded, and the mechanical arm that had been floating behind her turned in front of her (unlike the mechanical priest's mechanical arm, which had a silvery glow on the surface, like a delicate work of art rather than an aid) and then turned and disappeared before us.

Then there was a strange boo, a bit like the wind and a little like water dripping into a deep well, and then the trees and bushes began to twist before his eyes----

It was as if the air was suddenly sprinkled with a large handful of shiny dust, and with this dust, trees and bushes began to fade and disappear into thin air, and black, or black and white silhouettes and phantoms began to emerge in the air.

No, soon it won't be a phantom anymore, it's a strangely shaped building.

These are the buildings of the Spirit Clan.

I didn't look back at the surprised expressions of the soldiers, and the more careless we behaved at such moments, the more we could reflect our power and status, rather than being carried around by the spirits.

"Lead the way." Edward said, "Commissars, where are they?" ”