Craftworld Aeldari Join the Great Brawl

The Eldar, a race that acts as a troublemaker in Warhammer 40,000.

Just like now.

Their Imperium was once extremely powerful, but after the birth of Slaanesh, one of the Chaos Gods, almost all of Eldar were devoured by him, with only a small number surviving.

These survivors were categorized into White Sprouts, Black Sprouts, Flowery Sprouts, and Wild Sprouts based on their characteristics.

And the Death Cult holding a meeting of Bean Sprouts.

Apart from the Black Sprouts, the remaining few can be considered the most humanoid intelligent species in this dark universe.

If they can actually speak human language, then don't act as troublemakers all the time.

Just like now.

Originally, Kasgar only needed to advance slowly, flanking the Orks who had jumped ship, with the upcoming reinforcements from the Sons of the Emperor.

Once Fulgrim completes the decapitation of the Warboss inside the Orks warship, victory can essentially be declared.

But at this crucial moment, an Eldar, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, came to cause trouble again.

Most of them are just using the guise of Prophet or some kind of prophecy to interfere.

I really don't know where these charlatans got their prophecies from?

Kasgar cursed inwardly.

"What kind of Eldar warships are those outside?"

Kasgar asked into the communicator.

Eldar warships are actually quite difficult to identify.

Because it is equipped with a large number of holographic fields as a defense mechanism, it appears as large areas of mosaic.

Unless it's a structure like the Dark Eldar Kabal, with many black blades attached to the sails.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, humans would not be able to distinguish between the Aeldari and Corsairs.

This is another reason why the Eldar have a bad reputation among humans.

In most cases, just when the humans try to make a goodwill gesture, what they get is a Corsairs ship.

They kidnapped everyone in one go!

After that, even the relatively friendly White Sprouts ships would open fire on sight.

And so, the two sides fought on and off, loving and killing each other for tens of thousands of years.

"They've come in. Based on the analysis of the people who boarded, they are very likely the Craftworld Aeldari."

Adrol's voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

This is accompanied by a large amount of explosion screams and battle noise as background noise.

The Craftworld Aeldari.

A bunch of charlatans.

Although it is dangerous, there is still a possibility of negotiation.

"Quinn, where are your Stormbirds now?"

"Approaching you, sir!"

"Alright. The plan has changed. We'll clear out the Eldar on the upper deck first, then go to the middle deck to deal with the remaining Orks forces."

"Guide me to the upper deck. Over."

"Yes, sir."

"You Mon-keigh, is this all you've got?"

"What a waste of this warship. Considering your clumsy and crude manufacturing standards, it was actually quite well-made."

Princess Irill Warlock, Path of the Navigator.

She wore a chestnut-brown braid that shot straight up, and her slender, long face was filled with mockery as she thoroughly ridiculed the failures of the Sons of the Emperor.

"For monkeys, this is certainly something to be encouraged."

"But compared to the warships of our great Eldar, they are still nothing more than laughable and clumsy imitations."

Yriel laughed wildly.

Her breastplate was engraved with a symbol of a shrine burning with raging flames.

This represents the Craftworld to which she belongs— Iyanden.

As the youngest and most talented naval commander on the Ynnari Ark, Princess Irill even looked down on her own Eldar.

Not to mention these humans she has always looked down upon.

"Damn Xenos!"

Adrol struggled to stand up again.

Her Power Armour was badly damaged, especially her right arm where she held the sword, where blood was gushing out from some small cracks.

That was a wound left from being pierced by the opponent's Shuriken Weapon.

"Keep quiet, or the next shot will be aimed at your ugly heart."

"Yriel threatened impatiently."

Actually, she didn't want to come at all.

It's all the fault of those old Prophets who spend all their time berating the young Eldar for "the decline of morality and the loss of spiritual values."

I don't know what went wrong with them, but they suddenly announced that they had received a distress call from the Great Phoenix God Asuryan, and sensed that He was being corrupted by Slaanesh.

Moreover, the prophecy states that if they do not intervene, it will be in their way.

Their Great Phoenix God Asuryan will thus become the servant of the Thirsting Lady!

Are you kidding me!

Asuryan was corrupted by Slaanesh.

Are you awake?

So many years have passed since the Great Fall, have all these old Prophets gone mad?

But in the end, he couldn't go against those respected elders. As the most outstanding naval genius among the younger generation of Eldar, Warlock Yriel accepted this ridiculous task.

Please!

Asuryan had already been devoured by the Thirsting Lady (Slaanesh), leaving not even a trace. Where could she go to "save" Him?

Even if it's possible to save them, you should ask the Phoenix Lord for this kind of thing!

We rescued Asuryan from the Thirsting Lady, really?

Is this something we can do?

This is too cruel to torture the young Eldar.

Helpless, Yriel had no choice but to sail the ship to the location where Asuryan had sent out a distress call according to the prophecy.

They had barely crossed the Webway when they saw a group of Mon-keigh ships being attacked by Orks.

Perfect timing! I'll come here to help them deal with the Orks and find out what's going on.

Fight the Orks, go go go!

So Yriel led several dozen elite Aspect Warriors and jumped onto the upper deck of the Pride of the Emperor.

They got into a fight with the Sons of the Emperor there.

Although it's unclear why these Eldar, wanting to help eliminate the Orks, chose to board the upper deck where humans were gathered.

But you know, the Eldar of the Craftworld Aeldari are always so unpredictable.

If they could be normal, they wouldn't be the Eldar.

They want to help humanity, but they can't be too eager to help.

Otherwise, those Mon-keigh might actually believe that the Eldar are some selfless allies.

Therefore, Yriel chose to defeat all the humans first, and then help them eliminate the Orks threat on the ship.

Only in this way can the powerful strength and noble status of the Eldar Race, an ancient race from the universe, be demonstrated.

Hmph, I was just passing by and asked about the situation, I'm not here to help you!

Don't misunderstand!

"Pfft, that sounds nice, but they're nothing more than bandits taking advantage of the chaos."

"If Lady Fulgrim were still alive, she would send all of you damned Xenos to hell!"

Adrol continued to glare at the other person with resentment.

Fulgrim killed the orc leader on the Orks warship.

Vespasian at the deck dock, leading the remaining Sons of the Emperor to intercept the Orks Warboss leader.

Abdelon was seriously injured and is recuperating in Byzas.

If even one of them could get onto the spaceship, they would surely slap this Xenos's arrogant face to pieces.

If the Second Captain Aqua Duna, were here, that would also be fine.

Even Kasgar!

In the mind of the Sons of the Emperor, Kasgar seemed to have reached the same level as Leman Russ.

"Mon-keigh, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Seeing that the other party was still struggling, Yriel said coldly.

"I already told you, we're here to help you, right?"

"Behave yourself and listen to me."

"We won't do anything to you."

Hearing Yriel's words, Adrol felt only ridicule.

Who comes to help and immediately rushes over to beat someone up?

But this still couldn't stop Yriel from getting closer and closer to the spaceship's control system.

"Xenos! Get off our ship!"

In this final, critical moment, the Master of Ceremonies, Rylanor, rushed forward.

"Rylanor!"

He was indeed a highly respected and knowledgeable role model within the legion.

However, in terms of combat strength, the fact that she was able to defeat Adrol with her light and agile movements is enough to show that Rylanor is no match for this genius Eldar girl.

"Tsk, yet another Mon-keigh courting death."

"Is violence all that's left in your muscle-bound brains?"

Yriel scoffed as she dodged the opponent's attacks. Even with the Space Marine's superior physical abilities, he couldn't gain much of an advantage against Eldar combat genius like her.

"Mon-keigh, I'm getting a bit angry."

Yriel's tone was displeased.

These Mon-keigh are incompetent and unwilling to obey.

Then don't blame her for making an example of someone.

In an instant, the blade in her hand plunged towards the other person's heart.

"Stop!!"

Suddenly, a stern shout came from her right side, signaling her to stop.

For some reason, at the shout to stop, Yriel unconsciously stopped the blade in her hand and did not move forward even an inch.

When!

Another Space Marine suddenly appeared and blocked her blade.

It was Kasgar, who was holding the [Zhanli] Power Sword, forged by Fulgrim himself (no offense intended), and deflecting the Eldar's sharp blade.

"Rylanor, are you alright?"

Kasgar reached out and helped him to his feet.

"No, but if I really took that much damage, I'd probably have to go to the Dreadnought."

"Alright, you all go down and rest first. I'll handle things here."

Kasgar turned around and looked at the Bean Sprouts that still looked up at the sky.

"Eldar, what do you want from my warship?"

"I don't want to think about anything. The crude products of those Mon-keigh are not worth our Eldar's covetousness."

"Then why did you invade our warships?"

"We came to help you fight the Ork, yet you use the word 'invasion'—that's incredibly rude."

"If it's to fight the Orks, why are they fighting our people here?"

Kasgar was trying hard to suppress his anger.

"Of course it's because of you treacherous Mon-keigh."

"What if we deal with the Orks first, and then you take the opportunity to attack us from both sides?"

(The Imperium actually did do this before.)

(More than once)

"So, to be on the safe side, isn't it reasonable to first take down you Mon-keigh before dealing with those battle-obsessed Orks?"

Kasgar: "... Sigh."

Therefore, communicating with the Eldar is quite frustrating.

(Actually, both sides are about the same.)

Enough talk, let's get straight to it.

Kasgar activated the Disintegration Field of his Power Sword, swung the blade horizontally, and charged toward his opponent.

Shield Stab might be useful against bulky Orks and Space Marines.

However, when facing the agile and nimble Elven Eldar, doing this would only result in being beaten up.

Chop or hack.

However, the azure Disintegration Field could only trace an arc through the air.

Yriel was tall and slender, and moved with agility and speed.

She easily dodged the attack.

Missing his first strike, Kasgar used his wrist to rotate his Power Sword back into place and continued to charge forward, slashing.

This time, Yriel chose to dodge to the side, while simultaneously closing in on Kasgar, slashing his blade at his waist.

Faced with the Eldar's sharp edge, he loosened his grip on the sword with his right hand and dodged the attack backward, then used his left hand to flick the sword that had just been slashing down diagonally upward.

The movements were equally fluid and natural.

With both being masters of close combat, their fight was a sight to behold for onlookers.

Behind Yriel, numerous Aspect Warriors wearing enormous masks were eager to fight. Had Yriel not ordered them to wait, they would have rushed forward and torn this foolish Mon-keigh to pieces.

"Humans, stop."

After dozens of rounds of fighting with no clear victor, Yriel chose to leave the battle area and stand with the Aspect Warriors beside her.

"Something's wrong with you."

Yriel's expression was strange, as if she was thinking about something odd.

"Um?"

Being called a human by the Eldar for the first time, instead of "Mon- Mon-keigh," was indeed a novel experience for Kasgar.

"You give me a strange feeling."

"Why can't I use my full strength to fight you?"

Her complexion was not good.

Whenever Yriel wanted to launch an attack, a feeling deep within her would cause her to drastically reduce the force of her attacks.

A tranquility that only exists in temples.

Deep down, a premonition seemed to tell her not to make an enemy of this large human in purple-gold armor.

She didn't quite understand why.

"You're asking me?"

Kasgar's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

No, sis?!

You suddenly burst in and knocked down all my Sons of the Emperor, and then suddenly said you didn't want to be my enemy anymore?

Kasgar began to understand why the Ordo Xenos was so extreme.

Questioning, understanding, becoming.

"I have no idea what you're thinking, but I'm only giving you two options right now."

"Work with us to drive the Orks out, and I can forgive everything that happened today."

"Leave this place immediately, or you will face our endless wrath!"

"Who gave you, a Mon human, permission to order me around?"

Yriel gritted her teeth, showing no sign of backing down.

"So what are you planning to do?"

"Kasgar asked."

"I'll fight the Ork with you."

"Yriel replied."

Say the most cowardly things in the harshest tone.

Although Yriel's words were still defiant, her heart was so calm that she was almost incapable of launching any further attacks against Kasgar.

"Okay. But I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

"If you go back on your word again, I will no longer show you any leniency."

"Hmph, who needs your tolerance?"

"What are you still looking at? Come on, let's go with him."

Yriel commanded his Aspect Warrior to keep up with Kasgar's pace.