The place where the Lost Words is stationed is Ether Fortress No. 11. Originally, there were hundreds of ships of various races parked here, most of which were pirates, because Commorragh is the best and most dangerous place for selling stolen goods in the entire galaxy.
There is nothing that cannot be sold or bought here. Even if there are huge risks, it can still attract desperadoes.
But at this moment, the desperadoes realized that something was wrong.
Many pirates suddenly found their ships immersed in eerie silence. They could only raise their guns and carefully explore the shadows.
But I don’t know where to start. The ship was full of corpses, and none of them were complete. All the captains unanimously came to the conclusion that no matter who killed the crew, they must be in a bloodthirsty and murderous mood.
Even the most ruthless of pirates knew that the horrific lacerations and vicious disembowelment could not have been the work of man, but must have been the work of something far more terrible.
There were no fresh bodies. The bridge reeked of decay. They looked at least a week old, pale corpses rotting, blood dark and crusted.
Some ships attempted to escape, but found that their cogitator arrays, control stations, and auspicious arrays were all malfunctioning.
The outsiders, realizing that something was wrong, raised the alarm one after another, but as soon as the alarm was sounded, the attackers finally appeared, raining down claws of death and vicious blades.
The empty plundering ships are trying to turn these "guests" into their "cargo".
The fortress defenders not far away just stood on the high wall indifferently, watching all this happen.
"Sure enough, it's the Dark Eldar Tribe."
Standing at the entrance of the passage between the battleship and the berth, three space warriors wearing Thousand Sons blue armor and towering viper helmets were looking at the fire bursting out of the airport - the movement caused by some battleships struggling to fight back.
In the gaps where the ships were moored, Soshyan could see the Dark Eldar wearing layered armor and pointed helmets, howling with excitement, and driving past quickly in some kind of two-person motorboat-like vehicle.
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They hold hooked javelins and iron nets in their hands. As long as there is a living person around, they will immediately pierce them or pocket them into the nets.
Pirates, who are known for their cruelty and cunning in the physical universe, are as vulnerable as children when faced with the plunder of the Dark Eldar. Many of them are even confused about their direction, and then they are roped into the plundering boat in the blink of an eye.
On the spikes.
Only the most experienced and fighting pirates knew how to stand firm and use the terrain and the strength of the ships to resist. Some captains even deliberately released some crew members for the Dark Eldar to plunder.
"Alas!!!!"
Suddenly, a group of Dark Eldar seemed to be eyeing these three particularly conspicuous targets. Perhaps they were newbies who had just debuted. They simply ignored the Thousand Sons' sign and drove straight towards them in their boats.
Just when the co-pilot above raised the poison crystal gun and wanted to shoot, Khayon sneered, and the looting boat suddenly stagnated, and then rolled like a stone falling down a mountain.
The pilot above was immediately thrown away. Before he could react, a big hand grabbed her gorget and threw her to the nearest railing.
"ah!!!"
The violent collision between her spine and the railing made a crackling sound. Her body movements reacted with panic as the driving force, but her finger stopped on the trigger.
A fist hit her again, and the metal glove hammered into her head, directly denting the helmet and the head underneath.
As the poison crystal pistol slipped from his hand, only a blood ring remained where the Dark Eldar's head once was.
The other members of the raiding boat were almost scattered on the ground. When they got up, all they saw was the evil light glowing from the red goggles under the Viper's helmet.
"Monkey Wizard! It's the Monkey Wizard!!!"
Finally, the older raiders recognized the identities of the Astartes and let out a shrill howl, but Soshyan and Talos couldn't understand it at all - the language of Commorragh and the spirit of the Ark.
There are still some differences in the languages of the tribes.
At this time, Soshyan was looking at a plundering ship not far away. There was a corpse on the bow of the ship. It was placed in the posture of an eagle with spread wings. His head was lowered and fixed with black nails made of parchment fragments. There was also a corpse in his mouth.
A loudspeaker was plugged in, and the body was wrapped in leftover rags from an Imperial Navy captain's uniform.
Seemingly noticing Soshiyang's gaze, the man raised his head suddenly, and his opened eyes were red, swollen and full of pain.
He is still alive——
Then, the navy captain shouted, and the voice pierced the communicator, sending out a distorted scream.
Soshyan pulled out his bolter and pulled the trigger, and the poor man's head instantly disappeared in a cloud of blood mist and bones.
Then, he turned back, stared at the trembling looters, and took a step forward.
The armored figures filled the sight of those Dark Eldar. Because they were too young and it was their first time encountering human Space Marines, they were at a loss for a moment.
"Kill it!!!"
Finally, a female robber yelled, raised her gun and opened fire.
The first shot from the poison crystal pistol struck Soshyan's breastplate at a right angle. It shook slightly, and the other Eldar immediately attacked with all weapons at hand.
But Soshyan opened his arms, seemingly exposing himself deliberately.
In just a few seconds, the young marauders ran out of bullets, and their weapons made a neat clicking sound, indicating that the magazines were empty.
But the nightmare was still standing there, arms stretched out, and there was only one mark on the breastplate, which was the gun that had just been hit.
The other poison crystal bullets were densely suspended half a meter in front of him - Khayon held up a huge psychic shield behind him.
Then Soshyan smiled.
"Let's go!"
The Dark Eldar who was the first to shoot reacted immediately, dropped his gun and turned around to run away.
But she was too slow. With the speed concealed by her huge figure, Soshyan came behind her almost instantly, grabbed the hairpin exposed on the opponent's helmet, and then pulled it down and up with force.
“Uhhhh!!!”
The Dark Eldar screamed in agony as her entire scalp was torn apart, then she hit the ground in confusion and fell into the arms of the cold corpse.
By the time she recovered a little from the severe pain, her field of vision had been filled.
The corpse fragments of her former companions were scattered around, and a blue giant holding a chain saw was dismembering the "boyfriend" she had just made. His helmet fell to the ground, his face was twitching, but he could no longer make any sound.
Then, a huge fist grabbed the Dark Eldar at the bottom and lifted her off the ground.
Then another hand pulled her damaged helmet off her head. The Dark Eldar struggled to kick the air with her legs. Suddenly her eyes met the opponent's helmet.
Its soulless red gaze seemed to be burning into her soul.
"Does it hurt? I heard that you like pain the most."
The huge metal monster made a screeching sound.
The Dark Eldar girl's face was covered in blood, the top of her head was covered in flesh and blood, and her whole body was shaking.
She has just stepped into the colorful galaxy and doesn't want to die so early!
"Let it go -"
Before she finished speaking, her head and part of her spine rolled to the ground.