Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 262: Sharokin vs. Nightspear
The ambush of the Eldar Rangers did cause considerable trouble to the Ultramarines, but under Hill's overall command, the human army was regaining stability. They had learned how to better hide their weaknesses to avoid being found by the Eldar Rangers to deliver a fatal blow.

After coming to their senses, the Ultramarines quickly advanced the front line, and the Eldar rangers had to choose to retreat.

If the competition is in a fair head-on combat, the Eldar are no match for humans.

Long-range firefights and close-range hand-to-hand combat took place simultaneously in this silent primeval forest. Casualties were increasing every moment, but everyone was shouting the name of the Emperor and Guilliman, attacking the enemy with infinite fanaticism.

The Ultramarines were responsible for the frontal advance, while the Space Wolves' hunting packs lingered on the edge of the battlefield, using their keen sense of smell to search for traces of the enemy.

The sound of fighter planes whirring constantly came from the sky. Dozens of Eldar fighter planes emerged from the dense forests of Pandora. The appearance of air combat units indicated that the intensity of the war was about to escalate again, from small-scale ground combat to a full-scale war.

Captain Guntura led his White Scar Tengu Battalion to meet the enemy's flying vehicles, and heavy laser cannons and large-caliber machine guns engaged the enemy's glorious spears.

Neither side could withstand the damage caused by the other side and could only rely on the driver's maneuverability to perform extremely thrilling evasions.

It can be said that the Tengu mecha truly demonstrated its value when fighting against the Eldar fighters. Guntura saw the strength of the enemy's attack aircraft. Whether in terms of maneuverability or destructiveness, the Eldar Dark Star fighter has surpassed any flying vehicle of the same level in the Human Empire.

The existence of Tengu proved that humans also had fighter planes that could rival them. The White Scars almost increased their speed to the fastest, shuttling through the dense forest at a life-threatening pace. The slightest mistake would result in the horrific consequences of the plane being destroyed and people being killed.

In such a chaotic and complex battlefield environment, Nikona Sharokin was lurking alone in the shadows.

He devoted all his attention to sensing his surroundings, and just as the Eldar did with the humans, he also tried to find and behead the Eldar commander.

The Crow of Mourning lurked silently in the dense forest, holding the Gauss sniper rifle made for him by Roche in his hand, looking for his prey.

Compared to the Eldar who rely on their stealth technology to avoid observation, Sharokin's stealth is more metaphysical. He can squeeze himself into the narrow shadows of a bush and hide in some incredible places.

Soon, he found an Eldar ranger hiding in the tree canopy. The man was wearing an invisibility cloak and blended almost perfectly with the surrounding environment.

However, Sharokin still relied on his intuition to discover the other party. As snipers, there was a kind of tacit understanding between them that transcended race, and at this moment this tacit understanding exposed the other party.

Sharokin pulled the trigger on the Gauss sniper rifle in his hand, and a dark green ray crossed the distance and hit the opponent's head perfectly.

The body hit by the Gaussian rays disintegrated immediately, and the Eldar Ranger didn't even have time to react or warn before he was turned into countless decomposed particles and blown away by the wind.

"That's a Necron weapon!"

"damn it."

Among the Eldar rangers, someone immediately noticed something unusual, especially the legendary ranger Erik Nightspear. There was no way he would mistake the feeling of his most hateful enemies.

"I will deal with him, and you guys go and entangle the other humans. The tribe warriors will join the battle, and then you can evacuate the frontline battlefield."

The Eldar Ranger ordered the followers around him, and the others followed his orders.

"My lord, please be careful."

Nightspear waved at them, then leaped down from the high ground where he was, the invisible cloak behind him fluttering in the hurricane's force.

He is more aware of the threat posed by the Necrons than any other Eldar, a fact that neither humans nor Chaos can match.

Although the Necrons have fallen into slumber, they are never harmless. They are just lying in wait for the opportunity, just like the war in heaven in the distant past.

Erik Nightspear has been walking the hidden paths of exile, searching for ancient truths and constantly telling other Eldar the warnings of those ancient Eldar.

"I only wanted to save my Savage Eldar cousins, but if this young race of humans has some degree of relationship with the Necrons, or even if they want to cooperate with them, then I will put an end to their stupidity once and for all."

"Let me see, where are you?" The legendary ranger was also wandering in the dense forest. His intuition told him that his opponent this time was no ordinary person. Hidden murderous intent was revealed, and the elves' keen perception warned him of the danger of this journey.

The feeling of walking on the edge of a knife made Ilik's blood burn. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

suddenly.

Ilic suddenly rolled over a rock, his waist and torso bent in a jaw-dropping movement, and at this moment a Gaussian ray just passed through the original position of his chest, and the tassels swinging on his chest turned into floating particles under the decomposition force.

This was the feeling he had when he was hunted by the Necrons' Death Mark Assassin. No, this feeling was even more intense!

Ye Mao urged the spear in his hand without looking back, the Void Messenger let out a sharp scream, and the bullet shot towards the direction where the Gauss ray came from.

Empty!
The moment the bullet left the gun, he knew that his bullet would be ineffective. Just as Ilik was about to move on, he suddenly felt something pulling his cloak. When he turned around, he saw a dark shadow hanging above his head.

The distance was too close, so he carried the Void Messenger on his back, drew out an Eldar-style power sword from his body, and his muscular body suddenly burst into power, and rushed towards the human Space Marine in black armor in front of him.

Nikona Sharokin hung himself on the treetop, staring at the Eldar ranger rushing towards him with extremely cold eyes.

He was sure that the guy in front of him was the leader of those snipers, because the opponent's difficulty was by no means comparable to that of ordinary Ark Eldar.

Ilic growled, his invisibility cloak spinning behind him, and he swung his sword, slashing at the black-armored warrior at top speed.

Sharokin also fought back with a sharp sword. He held the power sword in his left hand and the Star God Phase Sword in his right hand, easily blocking the ranger's power sword.

A scowl was plastered on Nightspear's face as he recognized the signature Necrons weapon.

This is the remnant of those stellar vampires, left behind by the prisoners whose rule was overthrown by the slaves.

"Are you slaves of the Necrons? Or their allies?" he shouted in Human High Gothic.

Sharokin swung his two swords tightly, forcing the ranger into a corner like a storm of swords.

His distinctive beak-shaped helmet stared directly at the Eldar and responded with an icy tone.

"Neither a slave nor an ally."

"Humans are humans, and they are the masters of the galaxy today."

Yemao suddenly felt like laughing. The arrogance of mankind made him sigh that such a short-lived civilization actually had such ambitions, but Nikonna's sword blade that was pressing forward step by step made him groan.

He was also proficient in close combat, but he was unable to deal with the Raven Guard in front of him. His rhythm was taken away bit by bit, and he could only call for support from the Aspect Warriors in his heart.

Just when Ilic was about to be unable to hold on, a slender and agile figure wearing white close-fitting armor helped the ranger block Sharokin's fatal sword.

Her brown-red hair fell beside the hideous mask, and her red goggles were filled with hatred and anger towards humans.

Seeing that there was one more enemy, Sharokin took two steps back.

then……

"Boom!" He suddenly took out his plasma pistol and shot out a plasma beam with full power.

(End of this chapter)