Chapter 553: Kill the Bone Crusher!
“The Orks have artillery on the ridge.”
The Viper pilot warned over the link:
“If they fire, they will tear us apart. "
Veronica knew the pilot was right, she could see the flash of the cannon through the dust from the backup Orks, and she reached out with her mind to try and catch the entangled. In the future, I will try to capture some fleeting glimpses.
Soon, in her consciousness, she saw the shell of the Viper fighter spinning and falling to the ground with a wisp of smoke.
She saw sparks, and the greenskin horde descended in a stench-laden wave, roaring.
Her comrades lay dead in the broken hull.
And she herself was pulled out of the ruins, dazed and bloody.
Then he was beaten to death by wild beasts and dismantled for display.
But none of this will happen.
She could clearly see the crystalline weave representing reality, broken from the main line, disappearing into oblivion, unfulfilled.
The green-skinned artillery was silent, and still is.
She didn't have time to think about why, what was important was now.
“——Trust me.”
Her will was conveyed to the pilot, who immediately lowered the Viper.
Not far below, the martial arts master led the banshees to maintain the left side of the Eldar battle line. Their glorious white armor was stained by blood and gravel, their blades were dripping with blood, and they were protected by the Falcon gravity tank. Get out of the firefight and fight the Ork who got too close.
As Veronica disembarked from the wing of the Viper, she noticed the absence of her three sisters.
She gently touched the minds of others and learned that they had fallen—and that their soul stones were lost and shattered.
“Keep fighting, sisters.”
she spoke aloud, and raised her staff, which then changed form in a blinding halo of light and became a chanting spear - a weapon that can be used in melee combat or thrown directly. comes out and returns to the user's hand after hitting an enemy.
The falcon overhead screams, scattering lasers and shurikens to tear apart nearby Orks, the gunner on the tank and the soul stone, combining their abilities to create an arc of death with nothing to move forward from .
However, they were exposed.
The Orks surrounded them, and the surrounding tribes raged towards the Eldar army.
The first mover advantage disappeared, and they still had enough time before they were overwhelmed.
"For Uthwe!"
Veronica shouted loudly, using a burst of psychic energy to knock away the nearby Orks.
The Greenskin leader must have noticed her, she could feel its frantic presence approaching, even if she couldn't make it out among the dust and corpses.
She glanced westward, looming through the storm at the rocky pillars and gorges formed by the mountains. When the warlords attacked, they had to move quickly or they would be ravaged.
She extended her consciousness to look for traces of the sniper.
There he was, like an alert bird of prey perched on a rocky outcrop, mask blocking the sand and wind blowing in his long camouflage cape.
Just sitting there, ready, fate woven into his sniper rifle.
The purpose of their active attack this time is also for a destiny, just like the prophet who hunted the Eighth Legion before, to eliminate a green-skinned warlord.
This may be the most difficult beast of this era, at least that's what the Great Prophet said.
It has a very strange name for the Eldar -
Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Salaka
If there is still a trace of curiosity about humans, then for the green skins, Veronica only has hatred. Their emotions are always the same, violent, disorderly, and chaotic.
If you have to look for some advantages, then all that is left is a nonsensical and super optimistic attitude.
But they can neither create nor develop, they just want to destroy. The entire civilization is based on violence and plunder, which is simply a galactic nuisance.
Veronica thinks their creation was a mistake.
However, the Great Prophet's attitude towards the greenskins was very strange, and Veronica could often hear a sense of regret in his tone.
She also asked about this, but the Great Prophet did not answer her directly.
I just said this:
"If that guy had won, the Galaxy might not be in such a bad state now."
Veronica didn't know who the guy the prophet was talking about was, but she guessed it might be a greenskin.
This sounds confusing, but Veronica is used to it.
Her spear rose, shining like a beacon in the swirling dust, as she challenged the warlord to trick him out.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
Sure enough, soon accompanied by a thundering roar, a strong big guy forced his way through the team of boys, his bright red eyes staring at his pointed ears.
She saw it coming, turning her singing spear and shimmering robes gracefully to meet the greenskin warlord's charge.
The big guy crushed a grt with his iron boots, and then burst out of its chest with a furious cry.
Then it launched a charge, holding a chain saw tomahawk high in one hand, and cunningly pulling out a pistol with the other hand.
It wants to tear the skinny white guy in half, and then hang the cut off opponent's head on its boss flag.
He will make it happen, just get close.
His finger was tightly on the trigger and he kept shooting, but the bullets always went around the bean sprouts.
Veronica, who stood tall and tall, held a spear in her hand, staring at her opponent coldly, motionless, letting the bullets pass by -
"Now."
In the distance, the sniper looked through the wide-spectrum window of his long rifle, relaxed for half a breath, squeezed, and released the other half of the breath.
The long sniper rifle used by the Eldar Ranger is similar in function to the Human Empire's laser lance, but the psychically cultivated crystals used can maintain the laser at an extremely long distance, and each one is customized , coupled with the user's superb shooting skills, it is relatively more deadly and effective.
At the same time, its extremely complex aiming system allows the sniper to pinpoint the weak points of the enemy's armor and exert great destructive power.
After two breaths, the soul stone of the weapon gently extended and rested on the sniper's shoulder, connecting with the Ork warlord not far away from Veronica.
The next moment, a blazing beam of light was emitted from the weapon's laser projection crystal. It scratched out and passed through the right eye of the charging greenskin and penetrated deep into the brain. Half a second later, it exploded into the stupid big Ork guy. head.
The huge body slumped to the ground, its ferocious momentum driving it through the dust.
Veronica stepped aside, her robes flying violently, and flicked her spear as the Ork Warlord's body passed by.
The tip of the spear penetrated the Ork Warlord's back, preventing his forward movement and pinning him to the ground.
The green-skinned corpse was twitching, the chainsaw still running.
With disgust, Veronica stretched out her jade-white fingers and gently pressed on the green-skinned body.
After a few seconds, she frowned slightly.
“This is not the Bonecrusher——”
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(End of this chapter)