If only the owner of the treasure were not the Necrons, this treasure hunt would not have been so troublesome.
Unfortunately, the strategy of sneaking into their home turf and rummaging through everything did not work on the skeletons.
The Necrons' buildings and transportation networks surely spread beneath the entire planet. Even if he found a pyramid and gained a few scraps of technology, it would only be one of countless underground ruins.
Besides, their treasure was not some magical item. Its energy signature should have been shielded as well. Cloak could not find any suspicious location on such a chaotic planetwide battlefield.
He still needed to gather information and intelligence first, determine what the treasure actually was and its exact coordinates, then dig it up once he knew the precise location. That was the proper approach.
Being interrupted during an excavation would be far too annoying, so he needed some Space Marines to take the heat and hold the line.
Efferal's ship had been destroyed, and the planet's signal Relay Station was now their only official means of communication. Therefore, the greenskins occupying it needed to be cleared out a little.
The two had not gone far when a squad of Eldar Banshees emerged from the ruins around a street corner. These females, their helmets covered in red plumes, charged at them with shrieks, the long blades in their hands gleaming.
They were agile and extraordinarily nimble. A few had even run over from the walls on either side of the street.
As the sister drew her weapon and called out the holy name, preparing to fight, Su Ming leisurely observed these slender creatures.
The Eldar looked very similar to humans, much like elves from a Fantasy World.
Their limbs were more slender, their features delicate, their large eyes