Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The universe has always been in chaos, with wars and killings everywhere. It is not easy for mortals to spend their lives quietly and peacefully.

But the war in the Ghoul Sector opened the eyes of the well-informed Ifreni.

Not to mention the monsters entrenched in the Shattered Webway, the light from the dying stars alone has made this area cold and scary.

It seems that the dying cough of stars can be heard in the miserable dim light. In the place where light and darkness meet, there are also powerful hunters patrolling, hungry for something to devour.

The Death Army finally cleared away the ghouls, but they were attacked by other monsters.

The huge beast is far larger than any cruise ship in the Death Army. The gaps between its sharp teeth are filled with the remains of the dead, and there are dense unknown insects living in the wreckage, cleaning the gaps between the teeth like a dentist.

Seeing the joyful way these little bugs efficiently cleaned up debris and gnawed at metal, Ifreni decided to avoid these dangerous beasts.

They came here to find people, not to actually fight.

Wandering among the shattered remains of the planet, Ifreni and her compatriots are psychically predicting what will happen in the future and looking for a path that is safe enough.

Prophecy is a detailed and complicated job, and not everyone in the Ark Spirit Tribe is qualified to participate in prophecy. Needless to say, the Dark Eldar have given up on the path of psychic energy. They only want to drink and get drunk today, and they often mock the Ark Eldar's meaningless prophecies.

After prophesying too many times, all prophets will come to this conclusion in their prophecies.

The future depends on the choices made in the present, but this law only takes effect in trivial events. When predicting the future of the race and the pattern of the galaxy, this law no longer takes effect.

Some prophets believe that the law is still in effect. It is a common truth that the future depends on the choices of the present. The possible problem is that the choices of the Eldar are insignificant and cannot be one of the forces affecting future changes.

But at least when it comes to the practical need of finding a way, the Eldar can still truly control their destiny.

"We should go from here." The prophets stood up from the formation, and they pointed out a clear direction for the ship through their psychic energy. "I saw people of the same race in that place, maybe we can ask them."

"Same race?" Ifreni raised her eyebrows slightly, she couldn't be a survivor of the Ark.

Driven by this worry, Ifreni urged the Death Army ship to move forward quickly, looking for news about her fellow tribesmen.

Their ship entered a living galaxy, and traces of human activities were clearly visible on the detector. But under the cover of humanity's crude industrial creations, there are still some gorgeous Eldar boats passing through.

These cruise ships are now attacking the planet and are surrounding and killing two damaged strike cruisers.

"It's the conspiracy of Comoros, but I've never seen this logo before. Is it a new conspiracy?"

Looking at the information coming from the screen, Ifreni quickly collected the heraldry knowledge she had learned in Commorragh.

The logo painted on the dark plundering battleship means unity and reshaping, and even the mixture of black, red and purple has a taste of ambition.

"Who should we help?" the prophet asked softly. They all knew that there were two super fierce humans within the Death Army. One was a knock-knock Primarch with a bad personality and was difficult to get along with.

The other is an ordinary mortal, but the abilities he displays in daily life and in battle are frightening to Eldar warriors.

No one wants to make these two great men angry, even if one of them is easy to talk to.

Ifreni sighed and asked someone to call Lin Fan and Perturabo over.

"Heh..." Perturabo chuckled softly, and then he narrowed his eyes and looked at Ifreni. The murderous intent in his eyes no longer needed anyone to point out.

He didn't care whether those strike cruisers were from the Imperial side or the Chaos side, he was just unhappy with seeing these aliens. If Lin Fan hadn't stayed here, he would have gone on a killing spree, beating the heads of these Spirit Tribe people into powder and putting them in missiles.

Lin Fan was not as murderous as him. He held down Perturabo's raised arm and blocked the muzzle of his automatic cannon with his fist. He was identifying the mottled markings on the strike cruiser to confirm what it was. Warband.

"The Man-Eating Shark and the Weeper...how did these two brothers and sisters get involved?"

Lin Fan thought about the current time. The Weeper Chapter should still be participating in the Atonement Crusade at this time. Maybe their bad luck opened a subspace rift for them and sent these poor guys to such a ghost place.

But Lin Fan, the Dark Eldar warship that was besieging them, was unknown to them. Perhaps it was some unknown conspiracy group that had been wandering around the Ghoul Star Region and plundering.

Looking at the troubled face of Ifreni, Lin Fan also understood that this hot potato had been handed over to him.

"Let's lift the hiding state first and see their reactions first."

"See the reaction? There's nothing to see! Kill all those aliens!"

Perturabo was dissatisfied with Lin Fan's hesitation. He tried hard to raise his arm and use the automatic cannon on his arm to smash the Eldar's body.

But he failed to do this. Lin Fan's fist was stuffed into the barrel. No matter how hard Perturabo tried, he could not lift his arm at all. On the contrary, the automatic cannon, which was firmly fixed, could not withstand such a situation. With great force, the sound of squeaking metal twisting came.

Lin Fan blocked Perturabo's cannon while watching the movements of the Cabal's warships.

These warships did not transmit any communication information to Ifreni. After interfering with the power system of the strike cruiser, they drove the warship away.

"There's something wrong with them...Although the Ark Eldar and Dark Eldar can't deal with each other, basic communication can still be done. It's impossible to leave like this. Even if you don't want to say hello, a taunting letter should always be sent. of."

Ifreni was confused, and then he saw the scarred strike cruiser firing at the Death Army fleet.

These warships have been severely damaged by the Cabal's attack, and flames are spreading on the ships.

The impact of the battleship's macro cannon fire was absorbed by the damaged battleship, and an explosion occurred inside the ship, causing the battleship to spill more parts.

"It looks like their pressure relief device has broken." Perturabo accurately judged the damage to the strike cruiser and considered how to repair it quickly.

The Macrocannon shells are so powerful that they can smash any Eldar warship. But these physical shells are so cumbersome for the Eldar that they can easily dodge the artillery strikes.