In the Eldar camp, those slender bean sprouts caused the Space Marines no trouble at all. Within seconds of Deathstroke charging into the camp, hundreds of garrison troops had been wiped out.
By the time the Wolf Lord silently led his men in moving all the supplies and came huffing into a blood-red hut, he saw Deathstroke interrogating an Eldar female Prophet.
"@%@#!%"
The Alien let out a scream Gunnar could not understand.
The orange-haired Eldar woman was exceptionally beautiful. If not for the fact that all four of her limbs had been torn off and were still spurting blood, she would have seemed quite elegant. Gunnar watched the scene curiously, because he had never seen an Eldar beg an enemy before.
Yes, judging from her expression, the Prophet seemed to be begging Deathstroke to kill her quickly.
That was truly rare. Gunnar had killed hundreds of thousands of Eldar. Because they worshipped the heathen God of War Kaine, their will to fight was incredibly firm. Why was this woman so afraid?
Su Ming would not tell him that anyone with intelligence would be terrified if Strangle were eating their limbs alive.
"What are the Eldar doing in this world?" Deathstroke spoke flawless Craftworld language. During the battle, he had let Strangle secretly eat several heads and obtain memories related to the language. "Tell me the answer, or I'll give your soul to a dark god."
"I don't know. I'm just an ordinary... Please..."
She was already delirious from blood loss, yet her fear of having her soul fed to evil fiends still made her beg desperately.
"Hah, what a nuisance." Su Ming raised a hand and snapped her neck, then turned to the Wolf Lord. "Did you find what you wanted?"
"We did. Some Eldar rations, and some carbon