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"Alien!"

The political commissar solemnly raised the bolt pistol in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing at Tarasin, as if it could unleash deadly fire at any moment.

However, at this critical moment, a light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The next second, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the explosive pistol that the political commissar was holding tightly was instantly broken in two!

The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, clearly caused by a precise cut from some extremely sharp weapon.

At that moment, one of the Triskarn Guards standing beside Tarasin slowly withdrew the huge and menacing heavy scythe from his hand.

The war scythe gleamed with a chilling light, its blade so sharp it could tear through the void.

The taciturn Trinity Guardian made no sound, like a cold and ruthless killing machine.

As the Silent King's personal guards, these Three Holy Guards possess combat capabilities on par with, or even surpass, those of the Imperial Guard.

As is widely known, the Imperial Guard of the Human Empire is one of the most elite warriors in the universe. They are capable of annihilating any living being in the real universe, and their reputation is so great that countless enemies tremble at their mere mention of their name.

These three Holy Guards followed the Silent King. They had not only fought fierce battles against various powerful alien races, but had also killed a god in the material universe—the Star God.

For mortals, both the human royal guards and the Three Holy Guards are undoubtedly terrifying beings that are impossible to contend with.

Upon seeing this, the political commissar subconsciously loosened his grip on the broken bolt pistol.

Fortunately, when the Trinity Guard cut off the bolt pistol, he just happened to avoid his fingers and did not cause him any real harm.

From this subtle action, the political commissar keenly sensed that the strangely shaped aliens in front of him seemed to have no murderous intent.

So, the political commissar composed himself, turned to the sailor beside him, and gestured for him to present the relevant coordinate data to the mysterious alien in front of him.

“Yes, that’s their style.” Tarasin nodded. “Don’t be too afraid. I have no interest in you, but you may see me again later.”

The sounds of battle on the ships gradually faded away. Talasi had a few more Eldar prisoners; they had no collectible value, but they were valuable for trade.

Kirsaj coveted his various collections and necromancy technology, and Tarasin also wanted the collections that Kirsaj had not yet shown him and the Tek technology that seemed amazing to him.

These Eldar would be the commodities he traded with Kil'Sarj. Tarachin had also heard about Kil'Sarj's Super Soldier program, and in his opinion, the Eldar were a better fit for Kil'Sarj than the Space Marines.

As for whether she needed guards, Tarachin thought it was unnecessary; what god would need mortals to protect them?

“You’re lucky.” Tarachin saw a body in a navy uniform, but its head was gone. “The order to escape was given by him, not you.”

“But it was my dereliction of duty that I failed to stop him.” The political commissar did not understand why this alien was still here and talking to him about his future.

"Hehe." Tarasin also saw the doubt and rejection in the political commissar's eyes, and he didn't intend to stay any longer.

With the appearance of green light, the space undead returned to the warship with their spoils, and the undead fleet disappeared in a flash of green light.

"Damn aliens!" The political commissar picked up the fallen bolt pistol, which had been his sidearm since he became political commissar, and now it had to leave him.

"Political Commissar, they left behind a lot of Spirit Clan corpses."

"Tsk."

With precise coordinates, the undead fleet moved swiftly through the darkness like ghosts, rushing towards the battlefield where fierce fighting was taking place.

When the Sands finally revealed its ferocious form, the situation on the battlefield instantly became even more complex.

At that time, the ruthless and cunning Eldar pirates were still fighting to the death on the Imperial warships, completely unaware that an even greater crisis was quietly approaching.

However, the brave and fearless humans, with their unwavering will and indomitable fighting spirit, unexpectedly managed to hold off the arrival of the undead fleet.

At this moment, the Eldar soldiers were still trapped on the human ships and unable to escape.

This place is very close to the terrifying Eye of Terror. If any Eldar die here, their souls will likely be mercilessly devoured by the evil Slaanesh and suffer eternal torment.

Faced with such a terrifying prospect, the Eldar fleet, though filled with fear, still gritted its teeth and launched a desperate attack on the oncoming Necromancers.

Meanwhile, the Eldar warriors on the human ships also sensed the danger and began to hastily evacuate as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Tarasin sat leisurely on the throne aboard the Sands of Time.

He tilted his head slightly, watching with great interest the Eldar fleet before him that was overestimating its own strength and attempting to stop his progress.

Suddenly, a long whip of Gaussian particles, shining with dazzling light, lashed out at an Eldar destroyer like lightning.

Before everyone's eyes, the unfortunate Nightshade-class destroyer seemed to be torn apart by an invisible, enormous force.

Its incredibly sturdy hull instantly disintegrated, countless metal fragments scattered and flew everywhere, eventually transforming into a dazzling yet terrifyingly beautiful flower, blooming with an eerie and exquisite brilliance in the pitch-black space.

It should be noted that this space undead fleet, mainly composed of a Titan warship and two battleships, is exceptionally powerful, and its destructive force is enough to pose a serious threat to any Eldar Ark world.

Moreover, the only ones they are currently facing are a group of insignificant Eldar pirates.

Their largest warships are only Star Eclipse-class cruisers! How could they possibly be an enemy of this undead fleet!

Tarasin watched the Eldar warships scattering toward him. They were highly maneuverable, but to the Necromancers of space, they were a complete joke.

With a flash of green light, the Sands of Time instantly appeared behind an Eldar warship, and its Thunder Arc turret destroyed the warship's engine in an instant.

A necromancer force led by three Trinity Guardians was teleported onto the ship and began hunting down all the Eldar on board.

After deploying its forces, the Sands of Time appeared near another Eldar warship, destroying its engines and deploying boarding forces in the same manner.

The two Tomb-class battleships were doing the same thing as the Sands of Time, with three undead ships wantonly toying with their prey, leaving behind a series of floating, silent warships.

The Harptec light cruiser patrolled the perimeter, hunting down any Eldar warships that attempted to escape.

To Tarachin's surprise, the flagship of this pirate fleet, a Star Eclipse-class cruiser, charged straight toward the Sands of Time.

"Cease fire. Let me see what those Eldar are up to," Tarasin ordered, sensing that there might be something unusual on that ship.

The Star Eclipse-class cruiser ultimately dared not ram the Sands of Time, but instead teleported a group of troops and attempted to escape.

The Gaussian particle whip shattered its engine, and fifteen Trinity Guardians led a terrifying force of undead immortals and destroyers onto the warship that was trying to escape.

Tarachin said that his interest didn't mean you could run away, or he would be very angry.

The Eldar troops that boarded were few in number, but what puzzled Tarashin was that they were jesters! These were the most skilled warriors among the Eldar, followers of the Laughing God, Hilgo.

"Let them come over." One hundred Trisakani Guards arrived at the throne room, where Tarasin decided to receive the uninvited guests.

After the undead forces ceased their attack, the clowns also arrived in the throne room. Talathin sat on the throne, looking down at the followers of the laughing god.

"Speak, what brings you here?"

"The stage of destiny is set, but the audience on the stage has rolled a new die, and new actors will change the whole play."