Big fish ate little fish; one thing always subdued another. Though these Tyranids fought desperately before death, they could not survive long amid the elusive waves of Flayed Ones.
A Webway gate embedded within a Blackstone spire activated, and Valgull grew even happier. He raised the goblet in his hand and drained it in one gulp. "Oh, look. Alaitoc Craftworld's collaborators!"
Aeldari in blue armor and yellow helmets emerged from the Webway gate, led by a Farseer, with elite Rangers armed with long rifles at her side.
But these were not the entirety of the Aeldari forces. In Valgull's sight, an army formed of Aeldari spirits existed within the folds of space concealed by psychic devices.
Raising a hand to restrain the Flayed Ones' impulse, Valgull gave the Aeldari Farseer a perfectly safe environment in which to speak.
A melodious, songlike voice echoed through the Farseer's helmet, making her true voice impossible to discern. She extended a staff fitted with a long blade toward Valgull and said coldly, "The location of my people..."
"Oh, ho ho, you like working too much, don't you? Care for some food?" Valgull was exceedingly hospitable and specifically had several Flayed Ones bring over chairs. He carefully introduced the newly delivered chairs and the untouched dishes on the table.
"See this bone, white as jade? Does it seem familiar? It was pieced together from the leg bones of immature Aeldari children. For a race with such a low birth rate as yours, finding so many leg bones truly wasn't easy."
"...Farseer... let me put a round through this bastard..." One Ranger could not endure such humiliation and tightened his grip on his weapon.
Valgull paid no attention to the Ranger's hatred and continued entertaining his guests in a lively tone.
"Mmm~ and this dish~ it's