Chapter 169 Precious Qualities
The Blood Drinkers surrounded Angron and the Prophet, isolating those Eldar who were unwilling to escape but wanted to rescue the Prophet.
The Space Marines pursue the Eldar.
Angron grabbed the prophet's head and pressed it firmly against the ground. Just a slight force was enough to crush the miserable alien's head in his hand.
Qin Xia stood on the other side of the prophet, looking down at him, ready to interrupt the prophet when he wanted to do some psychic skills.
But faced with the current situation, even if the prophet had special skills, it would be difficult to use them to escape.
If the Primarch were willing, the Prophet would die before he could even blink his eyes.
“Your prophecy said that I will destroy your Arkworld in the future?” Angron asked, “Why? Are you sure you have not been deceived? We have no grievances, why should I destroy it? Your home?”
“Destiny.” The prophet said with a smile.
"Destiny? Are you kidding me? With just one word, I will run to destroy your world, and then invite you to intercept and kill me as a child?" Angron refuted sharply.
The sound of heavy stampeding suddenly came.
Lorke marched to the father of genes and turned the power claw: "Father, we don't need to talk to it. We can't understand the thoughts of these alien bastards."
Angron looked at Lorke, then withdrew his gaze, still staring at the prophet.
From a warrior's perspective, killing the prophet is now the optimal solution, and it is best to kill him quickly.
But Angron really couldn't handle this matter based on complete rationality.
The influence of the Eldar aliens on him was too profound.
If there had been no aliens in the Nuceria mountains, Angron believed that he could have grown up in the mountains and survived the most dangerous stage of his childhood.
It is difficult for Angron not to realize that the Eldar almost destroyed themselves. If he hadn't met his brothers and sisters, if he hadn't met his adoptive father, and no one would have cared about him or protected him, then he would have been nailed by the butcher and become a butcher who could not distinguish between friend and foe.
"Tell me, you have a grudge against the man called the Emperor, and you just transferred your grudge against him to me, and then wanted to kill me." Angron said, "Because of this It's quite reasonable, at least it doesn't make me think that you are a race of crazy people with abstract thinking. "
"It has nothing to do with the Emperor. If you hadn't destroyed our Arkworld in the prophecy, we would have. I won't intercept you." The prophet still smiled, as if he was not afraid of death and the end.
Qin Xia stood with his hands behind his back, scorning the prophet, and said softly: "I advise you to think about it. Your companion is gone, and no one will take back your soul stone. Your soul will be taken away by the prince of darkness and become his plaything." "
This sentence is like a sharp thorn, piercing the prophet's heart slowly but powerfully.
The fear that was tried so hard to hide was slightly revealed.
The prophet already knows what outcome he will face, rather than being completely confused about the situation, but he is still afraid of his outcome even though he is ready to realize it.
Just because of the title Prince of Darkness.
The Prince of Darkness is Slaanesh among the Chaos Gods.
In the heyday of the Eldar species, the Eldar lived a degenerate life. They pursued and enjoyed strong sensory stimulation because their senses far exceeded those of the human race. In the end, when 90% of the entire race The Eldar awakened or created Slaanesh as the Nine Capitals indulged in a life of depravity.
Every Eldar is born "close" to Slaanesh. If there is no soul stone that can contain their souls, their souls will rush to the embrace of Slaanesh after they leave their material bodies.
This race even dares to call Slaanesh by the nickname "Prince of Darkness" because they are too afraid of the god of pleasure in the subspace.
"If you hadn't attacked me, I wouldn't have even known you existed." Angron said, "How could I have destroyed your craft world? I feel pride from your emotions, as The pride of the ancient race, but can you ancient races use your brains to think about the reasons for this? ”
"The galaxy is cruel. If we don't kill you, you will kill us." The prophet immediately argued, "This principle is universal in the galaxy, and any race can apply to the characters who kill or be killed in this principle."
< br>Angron was speechless.
The prophet stared at the original body, the smile on his face revealed the fear of his own end, but he still smiled with no loss of momentum, as if it could ridicule the half-human being in front of it as long as it died with a smile. god.
"Haha." Angron suddenly laughed and looked at Qin Xia, Lorke and the gladiator brothers with a smile.
Qin Xia really couldn't laugh at all.
The others didn't know why Angron was laughing, and looked confused.
Angron laughed at the prophet before him and the prophecies he spoke.
Just because of a prophecy, many aliens ran to kill a person who didn't even know the existence of aliens.
If these aliens who claimed to be from the craft world of Thuntar would have had no enmity with Angron in the past, but it is not the case now. After experiencing the experience of being intercepted and killed in childhood, in Now after two raids by the Eldar fleet...
As a child, Angron once heard Qin Xia talk about some things, such as the ancient alien race in the galaxy.
According to Qin Xia, those alien races are dangerous and terrifying, full of hostility to humans, and all races in the entire galaxy are engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
There are good people and like-minded people among aliens, but as a macro whole, there are conflicts between aliens and humans that cannot be ignored and resolved.
"The sky is full of stars..." Angron grabbed the prophet's head and stood up, holding the chain ax in his free hand and pointing it at the top of his head, "Everyone is facing an enemy!"
The original body's palm suddenly clenched. tight.
The prophet's head was shattered and his body fell to the ground.
"Return to the flagship and destroy this damn place." Angron turned and left.
……
All weapons of the Fortitude and Resolve are aimed at the alien capital ship.
Torpedoes, macro cannons, light spears, and various weapons take turns to greet you.
After a salvo, the alien battleship was completely blown up, leaving not even a single large piece of debris left.
The white light from the explosion of a capital ship illuminates a corner of this planetless galaxy.
Qin Xia, who was on the White Knight, stood by the porthole and witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of the alien capital ship being completely destroyed.
Also witnessing this process were the think tanks behind Qin Xia, as well as another alien prophet who had been nailed to the porthole earlier. The prophet's body hangs on the sword.
The Eldar's tough body and super vitality with almost no body fat allowed them to survive until the end of the Void War.
The prophet witnessed the destruction of the only combat fleet available in the craft world of Thuntar, due to the inexplicable rapid response and unity and cooperation of the human fleet.
Tears flowed down the corners of the prophet's eyes.
But the tears were blood.
"Angron's fate has been completely changed by me." Qin Xia looked out the window and said, "If your prophecy ability was really reliable, you would not hire the killing team of your dark relatives. You won’t send a fleet to seek death. You shouldn’t do that.”
The prophet was silent for a while before slowly responding: “The fate of the barbaric weapons has indeed changed, but don’t think you have won. Or, we predict not only the fall of Tuentar's Ark, but also the fall of all races in the galaxy."
"Standard Eldar riddle-style talk." Qin Xia didn't care.
The prophet stared at the wreckage floating outside the porthole and the corpses of his compatriots who were thrown into the void during the void battle, and slowly closed his eyes.
The fire of its life burned out at this time.
Qin Xia snapped her fingers.
White flames burned from the prophet's corpse, burning away the last proof of existence left in the real universe.
"Go to command the deck." Qin Xia walked in front.
The think tanks followed.
"There may be many valuable things in that alien battleship." Tetis suddenly said.
“Yes, but they are from the Spirit Tribe.” Qin Xia nodded, “For us, what is important is knowledge and technology, but we really can’t learn the language of the Spirit Tribe, and their knowledge There is a high probability that it has been encrypted with psychic spells. It is not appropriate to waste time on those encrypted books that may just be some poems. "
"We may be able to study it together. There is strength in numbers." Wa. Reese said.
Of course, the chief think tank refers not only to the things that were destroyed in the battleship, but also to the things that the World Eaters think tanks would find later.
Study together, normally this would be a good idea.
"We can't study together." Qin Xia looked back at Varis as he walked, with a warning in his eyes, "I will study all the knowledge we find in the future by myself, and only I can study it. Knowledge I will share with you only those parts that are harmless to you people."
When Qin Xia said this, his expression was quite sincere, with warning in his eyes.
Think tanks, you look at me, I look at you, and then nodded at the same time.
If Qin Xia was not the head of the think tank when he said this, but a scholar, then the identity of the think tanks who heard this was not a think tank, but some students.
Then Qin Xia will inevitably be suspected of monopolizing academics.
But their identities are not scholars, professors and students.
In the view of the think tanks, Qin Xia seems to be taking the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of supporting others. After all, some knowledge is expressly prohibited by the empire, and some knowledge is dangerous the moment it is born. If you really learn what you shouldn't learn, it is You will lose your life.
Varis, the chief think tank, also understood more and more why Qin Xia did not replace him as the chief think tank, because if Qin Xia was nominally a non-staff member, he would still be able to clean up the think tank and the army if something happened in the future.
"You know, in my opinion, some people have one of the most important and precious advantages, which is to listen to advice." Qin Xia said with emotion.
It is hard not to agree with Varis: "Temperance is the advantage of the think tanks of the Twelve Legions. Maybe it is not so in the eyes of the think tanks of other legions. I always feel that people like the Thousand Sons will sooner or later There will be big trouble one day."
"It's not about restraint, it's about listening to advice." Qin Xia lowered his head slightly and said thoughtfully, "In my opinion, Qian Zi. The biggest problem with the Legion is that they don’t listen to advice.”
Varys nodded, hiding his doubts.
The group of people walked forward silently.
After walking a few steps, Qin Xia suddenly turned back and pointed at the think tank: "Sudden test! What is the meaning of white knight?"
"White knight personality, white knight psychology, white knight syndrome."
"The meaning is: a person who likes to save others, a person who pays for others, and a person who can strongly empathize with others."
The think tanks responded in a variety of ways, taking what Qin Xia said at the beginning Repeated it.
These people don't quite understand what Qin Xia said. No one in this universe pays special attention to psychology, especially these superhuman warriors who have been struggling in the legion since they were teenagers.
But think tanks have good memories, so rote memorization is still possible.
Qin Xia smiled with satisfaction.
Everyone entered the command deck while talking.
The captain, who was issuing orders one after another to mobilize personnel to repair the ship, noticed Qin Xia and immediately saluted.
“That’s great.” Qin Xia walked towards the captain, “Your command ability far exceeded my expectations. You are worthy of being a captain from the First Legion.”
"My pleasure, my lord." The captain saluted with an eagle.
Qin Xia was thinking about what to reward the captain, but since she didn't spend much time with the captain, she really couldn't think of what the captain wanted.
“What’s it like inside an Eldar ship?” The captain didn’t ask what reward he would get at all, he just asked a curious question.
“It’s an indescribable look, our words can’t describe it.” Qin Xia said frankly, “But if there is a chance to join a gang in the future, I can take you and your guards there.”
"Really?" The captain looked expectant.
"Really." Qin Xia nodded, "Now quickly inspect the hull. After I go to the Resolute Resolve and come back, we have to continue sailing in the subspace."
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