Harvest Priest
Along the way, Malena Scarla looked around warily.
The Savage Tribe Aeldari living in the Triken system were defeated, but small groups still roam around, launching attacks on human territory from time to time.
Although it did not affect the development of the Triken system, it still caused considerable damage.
The "Harvest Priest" harbored even greater suspicions. The strange wilt disease affecting the crops at Farm No. 5, which neither the Tech-Priest nor the "Cultivator" could resolve, made her suspect that the Aeldari were behind it.
As she pondered, the runes on the assault boat flickered, and she had already arrived at Farm No. 5.
"The Cultivator" Keri waited in the designated aircraft docking area next to the farm. When she saw Malena land, she immediately went to greet her.
"Grown ups."
"Keri, lead the way, let's go see the crops on the farm."
"Malena spoke," said Keri, whose skin was bronze, as he stepped forward to lead the way.
"My lord, as you commanded, I have selected the oats and beets best suited for this planting area."
"The soil in this world is fertile, and the climate, including sunlight and water, is ideal for crop growth, even more so than anywhere else in our homeland, the Cradle of the Sea."
"The crops had been growing well, but just three days ago, they suddenly started to wither."
The "Cultivator" frowned and said, puzzled.
"I have always taken good care of the farmland and have never slacked off."
"After the crops fell ill, I and the Tech-Priest worked hard to find the problem, but we still haven't figured out the cause."
As they spoke, the two arrived at the farmland.
Keri walked to the seed bag. "Sir, I've prepared some new seeds."
The "Harvest Priest" nodded, and with long, slender legs, she walked toward the withered, cone-shaped crop.
She needed to figure out why the crops were sick. Her brown pupils suddenly turned deep as she stared at the withered crops.
In the "Harvest Priest's" vision, the shapes of the crops were changing, and a strange gray-black light was covering the yellow light.
[Something is definitely fishy.]
Her healing abilities expanded from "Physician" to "Harvest Priest," enabling her to treat diseases of plants and farmland.
"I can cure them."
The "Harvest Priest" began the treatment.
Malena suddenly frowned; she sensed something rapidly approaching.
She looked at the Dinosaur rushing towards her and the tall, wild-looking Elven Aeldari on their backs.
They held wooden Spear and emitted piercing Shriek.
The culprit has arrived.
Malena calmly said, "Give me that bag of seeds."
Keri quickly picked up the bag and handed it to Malena.
Upon seeing the two human women, the Exodite Aeldari immediately scattered and surrounded them from both sides.
The "Harvest Priest" grasped a handful of seeds, channeled his Spirituality, and fully unleashed the life within them.
In an instant, a large number of vines spread rapidly in all directions, tightly binding the Dinosaur and the Exodite Aeldari on its back.
The dozen or so members of the Exodite Aeldari were taken aback. They immediately twisted their strong arms and began to struggle.
The vines could not bind the powerful Aeldari, but Malena had enough time.
She drew her staff from behind her back, raised her left hand high, and simultaneously flung out her carefully cultivated mutated thorny vines with her right hand.
After being promoted to "Harvest Priest", Malena cultivated several special plants and carried them with her in order to maximize her combat power.
Psychic Lightning ripped through the sky, striking the heads of the Exodite Aeldari.
The Exodite Aeldari screamed as they fell from their Dinosaur mounts, while the "Harvest Priest" raised his right foot and stomped down hard.
The Spirituality seeped through her high-heeled boots and spread into the mutated, thorny vines.
The mutated thorny vines grew and spread wildly, transforming in an instant from a vine the length of an arm into a Bramble that coiled around the Aeldari.
As the vines wrapped around more than a dozen Aeldari, countless sharp thorns burst forth from the vines and pierced their bodies.
"My lord, you're amazing!"
Keri stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in astonishment.
Those plants, like parts of an adult's body, grew, entwined, and killed enemies according to her will.
"Now is the time to heal the farmland and crops."
After the "Harvest Priest" finished speaking, she placed her right hand on the ground. As her Spirituality spread, the gray-black land within a thirty-meter radius of her gradually returned to its original brown color, becoming fertile land again.
The rye stands upright again, its ears slender like a wolf's tail, its Purple husks round and plump.
The beets planted among the rye have lost their grayish color, and their spindle-shaped tubers and annular vascular bundles form bright red ripples in cross-section.
While Malena tended to the farm and crops, Vigilant Star, with the First Chapter's warships circling the system alongside the Khaine -Han Craftworld.
The red Craftworld was larger than his ship, but also faster and more agile in turning.
The First Chapter's numerical advantage was also rendered ineffective. He tried several different naval formations, including serpentine, arrow, and diamond formations...
Each time, the Aeldari Craftworld darted through the gaps in the encirclement like a long red serpent.
[Foreseeable!]
Through the intelligence obtained during the interrogation, Howard gained some understanding of the Aeldari.
The leadership of the Craftworld Aeldari is comprised of Soothsayer.
They are extremely powerful Psyker among the Aeldari, using their precognitive abilities to foresee the future in order to avoid, prevent, and even manipulate various events to ensure the survival of the Aeldari.
The "Interrogator" couldn't help but recall the Aeldari Farseer's hateful gaze upon him after his breakdown and revelation of the information, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, as he used his last strength to utter those mocking words.
"Monkey... even if you... find... the Vigilant Star..."
That world... will not... belong... to... you...
"Waiting for... you and... Nimrod the Monkey... is only death..."
The Arbites Lord clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury.
Howard took a deep breath, forcing himself to pull himself out of his anger.
The Monarch once said, "Seize the weakness and strike the enemy!"
The arrogant Aeldari looked down on them; arrogance was his weakness.
The Shadow of Order stared intently at the holographic image, his mind racing as he devised a decoy plan.
He opened the command communication channel and issued orders.
"Steering 1-8-5, lean angle 2."
"Frigid Orlando, turn 3-7-1, line 4."
"Two hours and nineteen minutes later, focus fire on coordinates 6-1-4."
Howard decided to use bait to create an opportunity to strike the Aeldari.
The First Chapter's main warships and twelve escort ships and destroyers spread out in formation, like a large net, enveloping the red Aeldari Craftworld.
The Arbites Lord commanded his flagship, advancing vectors and maintaining a relatively low position within the large net.
This would expose the escort ships above, and he was certain the arrogant Aeldari wouldn't let this opportunity pass.
Thirteen black warships approached the red Aeldari Craftworld.
As soon as it entered the firing range of the human ships, the Red Craftworld began to maneuver gracefully, weaving through the dazzling Lance and dense swarms of torpedoes.
The Aeldari Farseer's eyes were deep; in his eyes, the Warp was like an unfolded painting.
The flashing red lines in the painting are dangerous threads, the trajectory of enemy attacks.
All of this was under his control.
As before, the Red Craftworld pounced on its Monkey prey.
Just as the Aeldari Farseer was about to give the order to attack the locked prey, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
[No, although I manipulated the Monkey fleet before, it didn't reveal such an obvious flaw.]
It's a trap!
At the last minute, the Aeldari Farseer changed the attack command.
The Red Craftworld turned just before stepping into the trap.
Boom boom boom!
The four warships of the First Chapter opened fire on the lower part of the Red Craftworld, breaking through its shields.
However, the attacks from other ships grazed past the Craftworld.
Howard clenched his fists tightly.
Hateful.
The treacherous Aeldari, who believed in the World Serpent, slipped away at the last moment after falling into the trap.
Just as the Arbites Lord was getting angry, the excited voice of the Vox Master came through the communication headset.
"My lord, the Primarch has arrived."