Chapter 67: Ending and Closing, Blessings from Strange Alien Races
Anna'suul, the Phoenix Lord from the lost craft world of Esalan, eventually fell in the battle with Calvin, the Primarch of the Human Empire.
This result is not unexpected.
As the third generation of emerging races to rule the galaxy, it is the ultimate pinnacle of individual military power in the Human Empire, except for the Emperor himself. In the tens of thousands of years of the Empire's history, the Primarch has almost no record of failure in a duel in foreign wars. (Almost,
But not absolutely. You know.)
This record may be refreshed in the future, but at least it won't be something that a warrior of Phoenix Lord's level can accomplish.
Anna'suul's defeat is doomed, and even she herself can know this from the Eldar's prophecy thousands of years ago.
In the all-out confrontation between the two, both their strength and their proud agility were suppressed in all aspects in front of the serious Calvin.
Even the combat experience accumulated by the Eldar over their long lifespan cannot be relied upon by the wisdom of the "Calvins" for the former's victory.
Anna Suel's battle was desperate, but the strength and will she displayed during the battle far exceeded the expectations of the champion swordsmen watching the battle.
Especially in the second half of the battle, Anasul, who received the blessing of all her kind in the soul stone, added a lot of trouble to Calvin, who should have been able to win.
This is an accidental and inevitable thing. Because the Eldar were the race that dominated the galaxy in the previous generation, the Ancient Saints turned to war weapons created to fight against the Star Gods and the Necrontyr.
After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, even if it has declined to its current appearance, it is natural that there are some foundations.
In the ark they lived in, there was this record about the first generation of spirit tribe:
As a spiritual race directly created by the ancient saints, the first generation of Eldar had extremely idealistic characteristics in their bodies - no matter how seriously injured they were, as long as their will to survive and fight was still there, their bodies could be consumed.
This kind of will is restored instantly at the cost.
In the second half of the battle, Anasul's body functions were vaguely similar with the addition of her racial soul stone.
The Primarch still suppressed her in all directions, but under this suppression, the agility of the two did not reach the gap that could kill her instantly.
Anasul takes advantage of this and can always recover in milliseconds of respite.
Then, in the storm-like offensive of the original body, it was as difficult as an uncertain boat in the tsunami to maintain the rhythm of the battle.
As time passed, the Phoenix Lord's obstruction delayed the rescue ahead planned by the original body.
The increasingly furious original body simply upped the ante again. The assassination martial arts that originally belonged to Iverson, after reaching the level of the original body's interpretation, once again added a decisive bargaining chip called psionic power.
This is probably the first time that the champion swordsmen have seen the Primarch fighting with all his strength, and it is also the first time that they have such a profound understanding of the undeniable inhuman facts hidden under the Primarch's usually gentle appearance. p>
"The orientation of the entire space can no longer be distinguished. We are just like a mortal in an environment after a hangover, reluctantly using our fragile five senses to feel the anger and roar of the original body."
This is a senior member of the Honor Guard describing the power of their genetic father to the new generation of Guard members in an internal conversation many years later.
Yes, the psychic field and mental power released with full force is enough in itself to become a field-like positional offense.
When Calvin indulged his mind and completely immersed himself in the depths of the Iverson-type martial arts, the psychic suppression and mental corrosion he released unconsciously had already caused the champion sword who possessed his spiritual seed to be immune to a certain extent.
The soldiers fell to the ground, let alone the Phoenix Lord who faced all his pressure and confronted him head-on.
At this time, Anna Suul is in extremely bad condition. The bone armor that she relies on to inherit the path and is the support of her soul is unstoppably disintegrating.
The souls and wills of countless inheritors who have been with her for tens of thousands of years in those bone armors are also melting with the black smoke rising from the corrosion on the bone armors.
Knowing that this battle has come to an end, Annasul no longer insists on resisting where she is.
Instead, she followed the prophecy she carried and began to lead the battle with Calvin to the place where she fell in fate - the silver metal lake.
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded from outside the third floor of the hulk, and the thick metal bulkheads and decks were instantly overturned.
The roar caused by the collision between the components is as loud as an explosion, but it still cannot cover up the harsh noise of its distortion and deformation.
Anasul struggled to get up from the aftermath of the attack. The bones in her body were repeatedly entangled in fracture and recovery. The blood foam overflowing from the corners of her mouth under the mask became more frequent, and reddish-brown blood clots began to appear.
But she couldn't breathe yet, because the next second she stood up to dodge, that terrifying body was like a silver lightning, exploding where she had just been, causing a roar that could make a mortal lose his mind.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine the damage that human flesh alone can do to metal.
But in the eyes of Anna Suir, who has been seriously beaten several times, she has personal experience of the damage caused by these attacks.
She jumped backwards again, escaping from Calvin's hands and pulling herself to the top of the hall.
The Phoenix Lord looked down with his eyes wearing a broken bone helmet, and his keen eyes were instantly attracted by the strange sight in the hall.
Calvin naturally also noticed the movements in the corner. The members of the Astartes team he had always been worried about were struggling to defend against the continuous attacks from the Silver Lake in that corner.
With no time to think, he suddenly turned around when he was supposed to be chasing Anna Suel. After taking a hard look at the latter's direction, he swept towards the corner of the hall with all his strength.
Naturally, the latter would not go as he wished. The Phoenix Lord's entanglement followed him closely. On the several hundred meters leading to the Astartes team, two storms that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye met again, and they collided hard as they advanced.
Hard to tell.
Boom!
Calvin, who knocked Anasul away again, was furious. He looked at the latter who struggled to get up from the broken wall, and rarely issued a threat with his mouth instead of his hands:
"Alien, if you dare to stand in front of me again, then I will swear in the name of the Emperor that after this battle, I will permanently hunt you and your kin!"
"Ha... Bah." Annasul, who wanted to laugh at Calvin, just opened her mouth, and the fragments of her internal organs made her vomit instinctively.
She simply stopped speaking and responded to the threat of the Primarch by charging towards Calvin.
Calvin had to fall into battle with the Phoenix Lord again.
But what he failed to notice was that after his psychic field appeared in the center of the hall, the stimulated Silver Lake, which brought about countless visions, had unknowingly returned to its previous calmness.
Calvin, who was determined to kill the alien, did not notice this change.
But the Astartes in the corner of the hall looked at the unknown metal that disintegrated on the floor and turned into a pool of solution, and let out gasps for the rest of their lives.
Boom!
The Phoenix Lord was knocked away again and wanted to get up, but the soul stone on her chest that had been supporting her finally ran out of energy.
Anasul, who sensed the strange phenomenon in her chest, reacted half a beat slower than before, and before she could dodge, she was pierced by Calvin's claw that followed.
Her body was still struggling needlessly, but the primarch's spiritual energy was like a silver magma, destroying and burning wantonly within her body.
"Give me your last words, alien."
Calvin looked seriously at the enemy he held high.
Calvin, who has been fighting until now, has also felt the opponent's strong will in countless confrontations and games with the opponent.
This is an enemy worthy of respect, regardless of her race.
Although he still cannot understand her purpose, her determination to fight to the death made Calvin decide to give her a chance to speak.
"Ha..." Feeling the all-pervasive flames in his body, he knew that his fate had finally come to an end.
Anna Suir, like all sentient beings, looked back on her long, broken but intermittent life at the moment of death.
From the birth of the Royal Court of Ark Esalen, to completing the two paths of music and literature within a hundred years with amazing talent;
From when he became an adult, he learned about the prophecy of destruction circulated in the royal court, to when all the tribesmen witnessed the tragedy, he silently put on his bone helmet, stood under the altar, and shouldered the responsibility of changing the fate of the tribe in the name of Asuryan.
She does not have the happy time that other elves have before adulthood, just because she is a princess and a variable that everyone expects;
She is not even aware of the matters mentioned in the prophecy. She just follows the guidance of the Council of Prophets and repeats her life, which has become particularly pale due to endless killings, in waking up and sleeping again and again.
Does it make sense? There should be, right? At least she accomplished everything in the prophecy, leaving only the final death.
When the burning bone helmet was finally unable to survive and left before her, her soul with no place to stay rarely lost the shackles of her fighting will before she died.
(The Eldar are too emotional, so they wear helmets with emotion control functions before fighting. The Eldar in daily life and the image seen by the outside world can almost be regarded as two personalities.)
Anna Suul, who had regained her humanity, looked at the foreign race in front of her. Under her restored gentle gaze, she spoke out her last words:
"Stay alive, stranger. There is hope when you are alive..."
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"What's the situation ahead?"
Next to the busy staff deck below the bridge of the Angel of Punishment, Lieutenant Commander Spam, the liaison representative of the Imperial Navy, asked his boss in a low voice.
News of the encounter with the space hulk ahead has spread throughout the entire fleet. The number of troops sent out to fight is so large that even the high lord himself has participated in the battle.
The major was very curious about the situation ahead, but on the spaceship filled with members of the Tribunal, the only one he dared to ask was his superior.
"The battle is going well."
Colonel Marvin answered his question confidently. His tall body was dressed in a navy blue uniform, and his serious face was quite graceful. At this time, he was staring at the main screen above the command deck ahead.
What a professional and serious military appearance and demeanor!
If we didn't understand the colonel's extremely rich emotional life, and the price he had for having children all over the major star regions.
For a moment, he almost believed in the military qualities displayed by the colonel.
"Is there a reliable news channel?"
Major Spam curled his lips and asked the colonel in a low voice.
At this time, he was more curious about the colonel's source than the battle ahead;
You must know that this is a battleship belonging to the Tribunal.
If the colonel can still develop a personal relationship on this ship where fleas all wear skull badges, then he will really admire the other person's ability.
As for what kind of ability it is, well...
"There is no channel..." The major's repeated questioning finally brought the colonel out of his distracted state.
He can see through Spam's little thoughts at a glance.
Thanks to the administrative work and accompanying personnel struggles during his decades of service in the navy, the gossip of young people is so frivolous in his eyes that he can't even bring up the desire to cheat. p>
"Then..." Spam asked reluctantly, but was immediately interrupted by the veteran.
"Look at the bridge!" He carefully glanced at the silent crowd around him, and then whispered to the young man the location of the clue.
"Since the beginning of the operation, have you ever seen a staff officer apply to the bridge for a temporary plan?"
"No..."
"Have you ever seen another ad hoc meeting on the bridge since the lord left?" the colonel reminded again.
"No, huh..." Spam thought for a moment and instantly understood the former's hint.
"That's right..." Seeing that the young man finally found the right idea, the colonel touched his chin with satisfaction. Then he returned to the standard military posture before the Gray Knights patrolling the deck arrived.
"Old guy, there's something..." Spam, who had woken up, looked at the burly body of the Gray Knight passing by, and all the little thoughts in his mind disappeared instantly.
He adjusted his double-breasted military uniform and the armed belt around his waist in disappointment.
At this time, the blank space on his lapel and the colonel's words conveyed to him a clear and boring fact from two angles - today is another day without incident...
This is exactly the case.
When the confrontation of blood and fire is going on under the fog of war, the silence of the staff on the rear battleship is another reflection of the smooth battle ahead.
The battlefield on the space hulk has gradually become quiet. Victory is within the grasp of the human empire's elite forces without any surprise.
Scattered gunshots and fires rang out from every corner of the hulk, but apart from proving the end of another Eldar warrior, it could not change any of the doomed facts.
The Astartes marched staggered over the embers of the battlefield, and the long breaths of the giants echoed wherever their heavy steel boots passed.
The warriors were finishing up the previous battlefield, and the pharmacist's iconic white armor also began to appear.
The buzz caused by the impact drill means the recovery of the gene seeds of the fallen compatriots; the reverberation of the force field activated by the power sword means the final execution of the remaining enemies.
Life and death, beginning and end appear at the same time in this wonderful place, but unfortunately the Astartes present are not in the mood to write poetry. Maybe the Lamenters are interested? But at least now is not the right time.
The fighting on the third level of the hulk has also stopped. When the subsequent Astartes arrived in time, the seriously injured Astartes were sent to the rear in time.
With the personal participation of the Primarch, this human ruin of unknown origin was carefully searched and a large number of explosives were installed by the Astartes.
The metal lake was carefully collected by the mechanical priests who came later, and other equipment in the hall that could be quickly disassembled were also taken away.
The large fleet was not far from here. Under the tight time pressure, Calvin and the monks of the Mechanicus had no choice but to give up here.
After all troops evacuate along the same route, the landing craft and transport craft return to the fleet.
With a violent flash of light and a silent explosion, the largest space hulk that Calvin had ever seen left his sight as abruptly and permanently as it had appeared.
After the summary and closing procedures of the battle were completed on the battleship, Calvin, who returned to the mansion alone, stretched out his right hand under the dim light, and there was a gem shining brightly in his palm...
"If you stay alive, there is hope..." That gentle voice echoed in his ears again.