Wraith Constructs

"Luring the swarm of insects to our house?"

His voice was calm and cold.

"You are very talented!"

Then he squeezed hard, and the prophet's neck shattered, and his body hung limply.

Deep in the Craftworlds, those Wraith Constructs that have been sleeping for thousands of years are waking up.

Wraith Constructs, is Dreadnought of Eldar.

Their appearance is elegant and slender, like an enlarged version of the Eldar warrior, composed of Wraithbone, with the light of Psionic Energy flowing on the surface.

In each Wraith Constructs, there is stored the soul of a Eldar heroic spirit.

Those heroic spirits are Eldar warriors who died in battle. Their souls are sealed in the structure and continue to fight for Craftworlds.

Dozens of Wraith Constructss rose from the ground, their eyes burning with blue Psionic Energy flames, and their hands holding huge Force Weapons.

They arranged themselves into a neat battle formation and advanced in the direction of Ultramarines.

"In order to live up to the blood of the living and the souls of the dead!"

Their voices echoed in the void, and their voices were full of attachment to the living and promises to the dead.

Ultramarines Company Commander looked at those Wraith Constructs, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

That smile was full of fighting spirit.

"Interesting."

"Brothers, tear them down!"

He rushed towards a Wraith Constructs, which was extremely fast.

His Power Sword swept across and slashed into the chest of the structure.

Wraithbone shattered, and Psionic Energy flames flew everywhere.

The structure staggered back and swung the weapon in its hand towards the company commander.

The company commander dodged sideways, and then kicked the construct on the knee.

The knee shattered, and the construct fell to its knees.

The company commander jumped on its shoulder, pierced its head with a sword, and shattered the Wraithbone container that stored the heroic spirit.

The Psionic Energy flame in the structure's eyes went out, and the body fell to the ground.

One Ultramarines faces three Wraith Constructs.

He didn't retreat, he just rushed forward and punched a structure in the chest.

The fist carried the power of Atomic Law, which disintegrated the Wraithbone of the structure into powder.

Another construct's weapon struck his back, leaving a scratch on Power Armour, but that was all.

He turned around, grabbed the barrel of the weapon, and bent it hard, breaking the weapon into two pieces.

Then he used the broken gun shaft to pierce the structure's head and nail it to the ground.

The third construct tried to escape, but Ultramarines had already caught up with it.

He grabbed the arm of the construct and pulled hard, and the arm was uprooted.

The construct let out a silent cry, and then its head was shattered by a punch.

Fifty thousand Ultramarines, versus dozens of Wraith Constructs.

The result is no doubt.

The core of Craftworlds, the Eldar Titans that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally woke up.

Eldar Titans is the pinnacle creation of Eldar technology.

They are composed of Wraithbone, with an elegant and slender shape, like an enlarged version of Eldar warriors, but their size is dozens of times that of Wraith Constructs.

They don't need a cockpit because they are alive in themselves, a perfect fusion of Eldar soul and Wraithbone technology.

Titans moves extremely fast, moves as nimbly as a human, and can dance across the battlefield.

Three Eldar Titans walked out from the depths of Craftworlds. Every step they took made the earth tremble. Their eyes were burning with blue Psionic Energy flames, and they held huge Psionic Energy spears in their hands.

"In order to live up to the blood of the living and the souls of the dead!"

Their voices are like thunder, echoing in the void.

Ultramarines Company Commander looked at those Titans, his eyes full of excitement.

"Finally something interesting."

"Brothers, get out of the way, I'll come."

He soared into the sky at an extremely fast speed.

His Power Sword is burning with golden flames, and his whole body is surrounded by blue-gold Psionic Energy light.

He rushed towards a Titans, and the Titans raised the spear in his hand and stabbed him.

He dodged sideways, and the spear grazed his shoulder armor.

He landed on Titans's arm and ran upward along the arm.

Titans waved his other hand over, trying to slap him away.

He jumped up, dodged the blow, and landed on Titans's shoulder.

His Power Sword penetrated Titans's neck, and the Wraithbone shattered under the blade.

The Psionic Energy flames flashed crazily in Titans's eyes. It tried to grab the blue figure standing on its shoulders with its hands, but its arms were not long enough.

The company commander drew his sword and stabbed him again, and then stabbed him again.

One sword, two swords, three swords - he stabbed a big hole in Titans's neck, and Psionic Energy flames spurted out from the hole.

Titans's body began to tilt, began to tremble, and then fell to the ground.

The company commander jumped down from Titans's body and dusted himself off.

He looked at the other two Titans, his eyes full of disappointment.

"That's it?"

The drivers of the other two Titanss felt a chill at the same time.

They wanted to retreat, but those blue figures had already surrounded them.

Hundreds of Ultramarines jumped on the two Titans at the same time. They used Power Sword to chisel, smashed with their fists, and chopped with Chainaxe.

Under the siege of hundreds of blue monsters, the two Titans were like elephants being eaten by ants, being torn into pieces bit by bit.

The residents of Craftworlds began to flee in all directions.

Those Eldar civilians who were once elegant and calm were now like frightened rabbits, running frantically towards the escape cabin.

Their faces are full of fear, their eyes are full of despair, and their hearts are full of regret.

Why bother with those humans?

Why guide the swarm?

Why put yourself to death?

A Eldar mother holds her child and runs among the chaotic crowd.

Her husband has died in the war, her home has been destroyed, and she only has this child.

She ran as hard as she could, towards the last escape hatch.

Her legs were shaking, her breathing was quickening, and her heart was beating fast.

She ran to the escape hatch and stuffed the child into it.

The child cried and stretched out his little hands to catch her.

"Mom! Mom!"

She looked at that little face, tears welling up in her eyes.

She wanted to get into the escape cabin too, but it was already crowded with people.

She shook her head, the movement was very gentle, but it carried an unshakable determination.

"Stay alive."

she said.

Then she closed the hatch.

The escape capsule was launched, and the white light dragged out a long trajectory in the void and disappeared into the sea of stars.

The mother stood there, looking at the fading light, with a smile on her lips.

Then she turned around and looked at the approaching blue figures.

There are no weapons in her hands, no armor on her body, she is just an ordinary Eldar woman.

But she stood there, straightening her back.

"Come on."

she said softly.

A Ultramarines passed by her without even looking at her.

He is not here to kill civilians, he is here to destroy Craftworlds.

The mother stood there, watching the blue figures flying past her, and no one touched her.

She suddenly squatted down, covered her face, and cried bitterly.

Not because of fear, but because she didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

The leader of Craftworlds stood in his palace, looking at everything that was being destroyed.

His eyes were full of despair, and his heart was full of regret.

He made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

He shouldn't provoke humans, shouldn't lead the swarm of insects, and shouldn't lead the blue demon to his home.