Kilsager and Chat Groups

On the Eldar ark, Kilsaji and Tarasin looked at the remaining Eldar members with troubled expressions.

The interior of this enormous ark appeared empty; apart from the massive, immovable net tunnels and the soul stones containing the souls of the Eldar, there seemed to be nothing else worth taking away.

Edwin Knight took the Eldar Titans with him, leaving only some scrap metal.

Perhaps these scrap metal pieces have some research value for the Mechanics, but Kilsager and Tarasin don't even bother with them.

"Tell me! Where did all the good stuff on this ship go?!" Seeing the prize that was about to be his vanish into thin air, Tarasin was unusually furious. Since the ship was going to explode anyway, he figured the good stuff would be his anyway, and at most, the Eternal Chosen would exchange some undead technology for it.

However, the howling banshee, firmly held by the Three Holy Guards, merely glanced coldly at the two before her, a hint of disdain on her face. She kept her lips tightly shut, clearly determined not to utter a single word.

"It seems she's made up her mind not to say anything." Kirsage frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a strange sensation on his ship's equipment.

Turning my head, I saw a purple whip that had appeared there at some point.

It's obvious that this was the work of some unknown Salis.

“Looks like someone else wants a piece of the pie.” Kirsage picked up the whip on her ship's rigging without any hindrance. The purple whip had various artistic patterns on it.

When the Howling Banshee saw the whip in Kearsarge's hand, her expression finally changed, and she trembled uncontrollably as her mask was forcibly removed.

“Slaanesh? When did he arrive?” Tarachin immediately recognized the original owner of the whip in Kirsajarn’s hand.

"I don't know," Kirsaji answered Tarasin honestly, then maliciously lashed the ground. The howling banshee's body trembled with each strike, as if she were the one being whipped.

"Eldar warrior, you don't want your soul to be devoured by that one starting with S, do you?" Kirsaj approached the Howling Banshee, whip in hand, now blessed by three Chaos Gods.

"No, I..." The howling banshee watched the whip approaching. She heard the screams of her kind as their souls were devoured, their souls dragged into Slaanesh's silver palace, where the Lord of Pleasure lay on a purple bed of flesh and blood, enjoying the souls of the Eldar and waiting for a new dessert.

That was her soul!

"I've been taken away! They've all been taken away by the Prophet! They're all on the Ghost Dragon Ship! Don't kill me! Please!" The warrior's composure vanished completely. She scrambled to get away from the whip in Kirsajarn's hand, only to have her head grabbed by the Triwizard.

"Looks like we need to hurry and get it, or Abaddon will destroy it." Kirsaj used Tzeentch's Eye to locate the Ghost Ship, which was charging towards Blackrock Fortress.

"Damn Eldar! How dare he risk my things!" Tarasin immediately began teleporting.

"I...I already said it, could you..." The Eldar warrior gasped for breath, looking at Kilsaji in fear. Before she could finish speaking, Kilsaji lashed out with his whip and struck her.

“You! This isn’t him!” Her voice was interrupted as the whip Slaanesh had given Kil’Saj gleefully licked at the Eldar’s soul, dragging her into Slaanesh’s Silver Palace.

"Sorry, I'm Tzeentch's Chosen." Kirsaji's blue eyes seemed to sneer; how could anyone believe in something from the T-family?

The Howling Banshee could no longer hear Kirsaj's voice. Slaanesh received a sweet treat from Kirsaj, knowing that the Eternal God had a large number of Eldar Soulstones among his companions.

"Oh, my dear, wouldn't you like more? One soul isn't enough!"

Holding a whip, Killua heard the voice of a certain evil god. She did not answer, but instead gathered a corrupting spiritual energy and lashed out fiercely.

Accompanied by bursts of pleasurable groans emanating from a certain evil god, Killer Killer put away her whip; her corrupting psionic energy had met a formidable opponent.

"this is yours?"

As soon as Kearsarge teleported to the Haptek-class light cruiser, he heard Tarasin's voice, pointing to the inexplicably glowing golden halo above Kearsarge's head.

"grass."

Now all that's missing is Nurgle's blessing, and Kirsaci will be chosen by the five gods.

However, it seems Kirserker won't be able to obtain Nurgle's Blessing.

"Let's get the collectibles first. I saw the Kane fragment." Kirsaj decided to ignore Old Man Huang for now; the Kane fragment was more important.

"That's some good stuff," Tarasin exclaimed, and then the Haptek-class light cruiser began to speed away at an extremely high speed.

The Eldar and Chaos warships flashed with green light as a Necromancer ship approached Blackrock Fortress at an astonishing speed.

"That is... our race's ancient enemy?!" The Eldar warriors quickly realized that the ship had left the direction of the Ark, and the Eldar Ark must now be under attack by space undead.

Soon, Eldar warships turned and flew toward the Ark to check its current condition.

"Commander, what should we do with that alien ship?" It wasn't just the Eldar who noticed the Harptec-class light cruiser; the Chaos faction naturally noticed it as well.

Abaddon wondered what was wrong with these aliens today. Did they also have an artifact that controlled Blackrock Fortress?

If not, do they think the Chaos Guards on that mobile space fortress are all useless? Who gave them the courage?

"Destroy it," Abaddon ordered. He wasn't someone anyone could just trample on; he would make those aliens who offended him pay a heavy price.

Some of the Chaos Battleship's unused turrets fired at the Harptec-class light cruisers. Even though the hit rate was low, the sheer number of turrets meant that some of them were bound to hit.

The shield of the Haptek-class light cruiser was flashing, but it remained intact.

Under Abaddon's grim gaze, this Haptec-class light cruiser became the second ship to board Blackrock Fortress, following the already wrecked Ghost Dragon.

This made him suspect that there might be traitors in the fleet who were not putting in their best effort and had tampered with his ship's cannons. Otherwise, how could a light cruiser not even have its shields overloaded under the concentrated fire of so many warships?

Abaddon surveyed the Chaos Space Marines and said in a hoarse voice, "There's a traitor in the Legion. He tampered with our artillery."

“Warrior, you know me. I believe in the Blood God, and I don’t think I would do such a thing,” the Space Marine with rabbit (?) ears said to Abaddon.

"Commander, you know me. Under the blessing of the Father, the power of the ship's cannons will only be greater. It's impossible that they can't even break through the shields." The Nurgle Space Marine, noticing Abaddon looking over, patted his chest, and clumps of maggots fell down.

"Commander, you know me. We may be unreliable at times, but at most we'll just grab a few shells for fun. We're really not good at reducing the power of artillery." The Space Marine, who believed in Slaanesh, injected himself with several doses of hormones and briefly regained his sanity.

"Commander, you know me. Although I believe in the Lord of Change, I am absolutely loyal to you and would never mess with you." The Chaos Space Marine, a follower of Tzeentch, touched his ridiculously long helmet.

"Commander, you know me. The Black Legion has fought alongside you for so long, and there has never been a single traitor." The last Black Legion space soldier spoke with the most confidence.

“Alright, I see now, you are all highly skilled.” Abaddon’s voice was extremely deep. “So who betrayed me?”