Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Sir, we were ambushed by monkeys. I'm afraid the Blood Blade Squad will be wiped out." A Scourge Warrior reported to the Archon sitting on the throne.

The Dark Eldar are inherently corrupt and bloodthirsty. But they're not foolish! At least their true leaders are intelligent; otherwise, they would either die at the hands of aliens or be murdered by their own kind. Therefore, the fleet that attacked the decoy Imperial fleet was merely a portion of the Dark Eldar fleet, or rather, cannon fodder and dissidents thrown out by Archon Zerans.

"Their deaths were worthwhile. At least they let me know that our plan was exposed! We have a traitor among us!" Zeratul's gray-black face gradually twisted as he recalled every detail of his recent experience, wanting to know who had betrayed him! He lost precious warships and personnel. At the same time, the brutal archon was also considering whether to go around and give this daring Imperial fleet a hard blow?

Although his flagship, the battleship Vicious Blade, and several other cruisers survived, it was clear that this defeat would cause his standing within the Fallen Moon Kabal to plummet, and he might even be replaced! After all, the Kabal has a very low tolerance for failure, and the punishment is extremely cruel. Often, Dark Eldar would rather die at the hands of other races than return to face the torture of the Haemonchi!

"My lord, finding the traitor is important, but we have to go now. The Imperial Fleet is about to complete the ambush on the Blood Blade Squadron, and even if we rush up and slaughter the enemy now, we will have to pay a huge price. It is not worth it for us to exchange our lives with the monkey." A Blood Orculin who had installed two pairs of arms and a pair of pincers on his back comforted him.

Born shortly after the Fall of the Eldar, this Haemonchus had witnessed countless plots and schemes. Though unable to divine with his psychic powers, he had a vague feeling that something was far more complicated than what was going on! Now, there was only one way out. Fleeing was the best option. After all, while the Archons might not be able to exempt him from punishment upon his return, as a Haemonchus, he had a high probability of escaping punishment. After all, Comoros needed Haemonchus' skills!

"Alright, prepare to retreat to the Webway. Remember the emblem of this monkey army! I swear, I will make this group of monkeys pay with blood! I will capture their leader and let him indulge in endless torture. If I must add a time limit, I hope it will be ten thousand years!" Zelanth looked at the Dark Eldar warships that were smashed to pieces in the distance and swore a vicious oath! However, what these Dark Eldars could not have imagined was that at the entrance to the Webway they were waiting for, the Morning Star Fleet's Nova Cannon and the Endless Journey were waiting for them to take the bait!

"The Vox Mechanicus has sent a message that their Nova Cannon is targeting the Webway opening area. As long as we send a guidance signal, they can blow these fragile creatures into the sky." With the help of a special signal reflection position, the Endless Journey hid near the Webway, waiting for the Dark Eldar to fall into its trap.

Balder considered himself a meticulous person, always thinking about maximizing benefits with minimal cost. Therefore, even with an absolute intelligence advantage, Balder's tactics remained ambush, ambush, and more ambush! While killing his opponents, he also inflicted the greatest mental torture! This satisfied his own perverse taste! The suicide fleet ahead was just an appetizer; the home run at the Webway gate was the real treat!

This massive webway, accessible through starships, wasn't easy to enter or exit. Even after opening the portal, it required some preparation. During this time, the Dark Eldar warships remained motionless, like sitting ducks! Then the Morning Star Fleet could simply target them one by one with their Nova Cannons! The Black Bean Sprout warships had no energy shields anyway. Their hulls were as fragile as biscuits. Balder didn't consider asking the Harlequins to close the webway gate this time. As a mature commander, he was used to relying on himself!

After being angry for a long time and turning several slaves into a pool of minced meat and blood, Zelanth, who felt better after sucking the souls and pain, finally ordered a retreat. However, he was still very cautious, adhering to the principle that his ship would never go in the front or the back. The three Eldar warships first approached the webway and then began to open the webway.

A brilliant halo reappeared in the pitch-black universe. The leading Eldar warship was ready to be led in, with the other warships queuing up behind it. However, at this moment, a sharp, almost imperceptible psychic wave shot towards the distant Morning Star Fleet.

"Enter coordinates as instructed! Prepare the Nova Cannon!" Following the command from the flagship, the Vox Mechanicus, the massive axial cannon at the bow was loaded with a massive plasma shell. This super-heavy weapon, measured in kilometers in length, was enormous, consumed even more energy, and had a relatively small firing range. Many Imperial Navy personnel considered it a useless weapon.

However, for the technologically savvy Mechanicus, these massive main guns are their favorite weapons! These guns have the longest range and the greatest burst damage in the entire human fleet, and can also be loaded with a variety of special shells to achieve functions that conventional weapons cannot achieve.

For example, just now, the graviton bombs that locked the entire Bloody Blade fleet in a certain area were fired by the Nova Cannon. Outside the range of the Dark Eldar's sensors, the Vox Mechanicus and its brethren used a round of ultra-long-range artillery fire to immediately secure victory! And now, they would use the same method to shatter those who attempted to escape the sanction of the Imperium and the Machine God into pieces!

Chapter 80 Heavenly Punishment 1 (Blade Plus 2)

The huge Nova Cannon at the bow flashed with terrifying light once again. As the energy once again reached the limit of the energy storage device, the muzzle shone with a light as hot as the sun. A few seconds later, the light like a sword cutting through the darkness flew towards the opening webway. Under the precise guidance, the three Dark Eldar cruisers were hit directly.

Swarms of plasma shells pounded the cruiser's fragile hull. In the blink of an eye, the entire keel was broken, and the elegant and vast void sail was torn to shreds. Balder could feel the terrifying screams of countless Dark Eldar souls at this moment. Then, they were absorbed by the dark existence in the Warp.

"That's a good deal," Balder said with some emotion as he picked up the dagger. It was clear that this fragment of divine power wasn't just a weapon or a ritual implement; it also served as the Eldar Death God's anchor in the real universe! As long as it existed, the souls of the Eldar who died in this space would be his prey!

"Okay, let the Vox Mechanicus clear out the other targets. I should go get my ship." Balder stood up and said. He was now fully armed. In the distance, the filthy soul on the Dark Eldar warship was his best beacon.

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" Endless Journey asked again with some concern.

"of course."

"Actually, I can paralyze it first, and then go up."

"I have lived for too long. The long time and hardships have made me understand one thing, that is, when walking on this road, you cannot avoid challenges, and you cannot let others do it for you." Balder said as he sorted out his weapons.

"In the future, I will face the real evil god, the top existence in this galaxy, so I must hone myself well!" Balder said firmly.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the Dark Eldar fleet was in disarray. Their supposed cruelty and dark arts were shattered by the onslaught of fear as they realized a terrifying problem: their escape route was cut off! In theory, as long as the Imperial fleet was willing to defend the Webway's entrance, they would never escape!

The Webway is a convenience, but this convenience comes at a price. That is, you can only travel where there are roads. Without roads, or when intersections are blocked, Eldar warships cannot navigate the Warp! Perhaps some Eldar warships have Warp engines, but unfortunately, the Malevolent Blade does not!

"Sail to deep space immediately! I don't believe these monkeys' warships will stay here forever!"

"Give orders to the other warships to disperse immediately and break out in separate groups!"

"Torture those psychic slaves for me! Damn it, don't care about S, I need psychic power now, I need prophecy! I want a way to escape!" At this time, Zelanth no longer cared about the ban on the Dark Eldar using psychic power. Even if this behavior would make them more likely to be targeted by S, but compared to being reduced to ashes in an instant, it was more like they were finding a glimmer of hope in a dead end!

(In Comoros, the Dark Eldar are forbidden to use psychic powers, but outside, sometimes, the Dark Eldar will consider using the psychic powers of other psychic creatures, of course, the means are more cruel.)

So, the Morningstar Fleet dealt with the smaller foe, while the Endless Journey flew towards Balder's chosen prey. Once everything was ready, Balder vanished into the light with a flash of teleportation. A moment later, Balder reappeared in a compartment mid-ship of the Vicious Blade.

"Cruelness, conspiracy, viciousness, and corruption. Haha, just like when the Eldar fell. But compared to the indulgence at that time, I also smell the breath of cowardice and humility." The fully enclosed Skywalker armor completely isolates Balder from the surrounding environment, but this does not prevent his outstanding perception from obtaining information from the surrounding environment.

The environment here is horrible, a paradise of chaos, evil, and depravity. Anyone with a decent outlook would find it a torture. However, different people respond differently to this vicious curse. Those with weaker spirits will succumb, while those whose spirits refuse to degenerate but who lack the strength will wail in endless torment, while a group of sadists will respond with a morbid enjoyment.

As for those who are mentally tough and powerful enough, such as Balder, they are here to purify everything. Balder is the retribution for this group of fallen races!

"Let us begin! Let us see if these fallen races still possess the fighting skills of their former selves!" Balder raised the Wind Rider in his hand. He walked through a dark, twisted passageway, adorned with all manner of blasphemous objects. He did not hide, did not dodge. He was performing a ritual, a ritual that would hone his skills and sharpen his mind through slaughter, and also prepare for the final harvest.

In an extremely evil environment, Balder felt his instincts awakening, and certain aspects of his human nature were hidden. A large number of his former combat skills and methods flowed from the depths of his soul to his whole body, and his temperament gradually became colder. This was not some kind of psychic power or his own emotional infection, but a special, unspeakable existence.

"Haha, let's see what has come to the ship of the great Zelanth? A monkey chief? Look at your size, look at your bulky armor, what do you want to do? Come and be my slave?"

The arrogant and morbid voice of Zelanth echoed in the hull. The appearance of Balder gave him hope. He could feel the other party's extraordinaryness, but he also believed that on his ship, in his territory, no matter who it was, even if he was feared by the monkeys, the so-called Primarch would never escape from his palm!

"Shut up! Quietly await your judgment!" Balder's voice pierced through the layers of the Vicious Blade's hull, pouring directly into Zellans's brain in an incomprehensible way. A thunderous explosion exploded in his mind, and streams of blood flowed from his ears, nostrils, and mouth. He staggered and fell from the throne. A servant beside him quickly stepped forward and tried to help him up.

"I... I saw it..." The Archon who was so arrogant just a few seconds ago now had only endless fear in his heart. He tried to escape towards the lifeboat. He didn't know what kind of existence he was facing, but he knew that he could never defeat it. He had to run away before He became really angry!

Chapter 81 Heavenly Punishment 2 (Blade Plus 3)

"Go, everyone! Warriors! Scourge! Nightmares! Pain Engines! Haemonculi! I don't care what you are, kill him! Kill him!" Zerans's pained, weak voice echoed across the bridge. And then, thanks to that command, Balder witnessed nearly every type of Dark Eldar troop...

"It's my boat, so the damage will be less."

"Don't you black people practice the dark arts? Then let me, an old fellow, teach you the art of killing. I've seen you brave and powerful at your peak. Let me see if you, now that you've fallen into scum, still have the skills of your predecessors."

After a moment's contemplation, Balder sheathed his Windrider Spear and drew his Death Dagger. In his vision, a mixed group of warriors and Scourges were scurrying through the passage. Their various power weapons and poison crystal spears were extremely dangerous and deadly to Space Marines, but now, facing Balder, they had no chance to even demonstrate their abilities.

When this group of black-skinned warriors turned a corner and, following the instructions above, realized that the enemy was in the hall, they prepared to take up their positions, with the melee soldiers ready to entangle the opponent, while the Scourge behind them set up their poison crystal weapons!

However, when the first warrior turned the corner, a vague, almost invisible figure passed by him at an unimaginable speed. A silk thread faster than the dark elf's dynamic perception easily tore open the armor on the warrior's neck and the blood vessels behind it, and then the entire head. Before the warrior fell, the phantom quickly shuttled through the crowd, reaping everyone's souls with the sharp blade in its hand, like a ray of light, shuttled through the dark and barbed armor.

"Phew, it's over." When Balder reappeared, the first corpse had just fallen, and then a row of bodies fell neatly in the passage like dominoes. The Death Dagger in his hand shone with a seductive red light, surrounded by a pitch-black mist.

"That's it?!" Balder sneered and continued to move forward. His own psychic power and the blessing of the god of death made this battleship a secret for him. He knew that some people wanted to escape, so he needed to extract the soul of a dark elf first to know where the lifeboat was, and then wait for certain people to arrive there.

"Hmm? There are new things coming?" Balder looked at a corner of the darkness. In his vision, a group of creatures that looked like a hybrid of elves and beasts, a group of things covered with dark green tattoos, were ready to move.

"Is that Mandala? The one who claims to be able to move in and out of the shadows?" Balder laughed, as if he were watching a thief attempting to steal. These men merged with the shadows, wielding a massive long blade. When they approached their opponent, the surrounding environment cooled. Then, they suddenly leaped, emerging from the victim's shadow and slaying them with a clean, sharp movement.

"I'll let you go first!" Balder smiled and continued forward. The murderers hiding in the shadows finally lost their patience and rose from the darkness, attempting to cross the gap in space and emerge from Balder's shadow. However...

With a bang, Mandala, who was traveling through space, seemed to suddenly hit something invisible and hard when he was about to enter Balder's shadow. The huge impact pushed them directly out of the space crack. They roared and wanted to rush up again, but Balder waved the dagger of death in his hand, and a ray of spiritual energy passed by, like blowing out a candle, and easily harvested their souls.

"Want to enter my shadow? Are you worthy?" Balder shook his head.

In the days that followed, Balder encountered many bizarre creatures, including dimensional beasts resembling hounds, wolves riding hoverboards, nightmare warriors wielding specialized heavy knives, and witches and succubi with cool, beautiful appearances but aged souls. However, none of this mattered to Balder. After all, flesh and blood enveloped the soul, and Balder was the master of these things.

Soon, he successfully reached the final path to the escape pod, and the Death Dagger in his hand had collected more than half of the souls and energy. However, at this moment, he was hit by the black-skinned machine and heavy weapons!

"Pain Engine?!" When a massive, suspended, blasphemous machine appeared before Balder's eyes, he instantly recognized it. It was a vicious machine with two pincers and a deadly stinger. It was a product of extreme distortion of biochemistry and mechanics. It could feel pain and draw pain from torture. It was equipped with various power weapons, liquid guns, poison needles, and poison crystal cannons. When Balder appeared before them, a fierce burst of fire quickly greeted them.

"Here comes the hard stuff." The energy shield of the Wrathwalker Power Armor successfully deflected the incoming attack. With a slight click, the lance cannons on its shoulders quickly activated, and two brilliant lasers shot out, ripping the Pain Engine in two. However, this was only the beginning. More bio-monsters, Pain Engines, and the Scourge's poison crystal cannons and lances surged forward like a wave of destruction. Such ferocity could even shred a Knight Titan's firepower. Clearly, this was not something Balder was willing to attempt. Before he was hit, a flash of light appeared, and Balder appeared several hundred meters away!

"I was careless." Balder felt that his fear of insufficient firepower had come back again. With continuous teleportation, he successfully circled behind his opponent. The laser on his back swept across like a sickle, and the wrist cannons on both arms fired dense shells at the Scourge Warriors in the back row.

The shells left behind only a pile of mangled bodies and weapon fragments. The dorsal laser cannons easily destroyed the pain engines behind them, and balls of plasma exploded among the bio-monsters, incinerating them completely. Beyond the hull, a massive shadow appeared, startling Balder. It was a Dark Eldar anti-gravity airship! They had brought in a massive energy cannon!

Balder had nowhere to hide in the narrow corridor. The violent energy from the Ripper's main guns filled the corridor, and Balder channeled his psychic energy to attack. A jet of black-green energy collided with Balder's white psychic lightning, and the green jet instantly vanished without a trace. Then, unsurprisingly, the Ripper was reduced to a burning wreck. The shockwave from the explosion even collapsed the deck!

Chapter 82 Heavenly Punishment 3 (500 additional chapters)

"This is my ship!" Walking to the edge of the collapsed deck, Balder looked at the still burning wreckage of the airship below and closed his eyes in pain.

After a fierce battle, Balder had a rough estimate of the combat effectiveness of the dark skins. These cunning and vicious guys were good looters and dangerous assassins. The elite among them were more deadly than ordinary Space Marines. But to Balder, their threat was far less than those heavy weapons.

Whether it was pain engines, various hovercraft, or heavy weapon groups, Balder felt threatened by them all. Dark spears, poison crystal cannons, and energy projectiles were what Balder feared most. "You want to fight me with knives? Haha, Balder, wielding the Eldar Death Sword, truly wasn't afraid."

Baldur's psychic powers were powerful, and with each battle, his mastery and use of them was gradually improving. He didn't know the full extent of Magnus's psychic powers, nor did he know how much damage was needed to kill a pure Titan, but Baldur felt that it would be relatively easy to kill a Knight Titan with a single shot. Of course, the easiest way was to use psychic power to kill the pilot directly, after all, the Titan could still be used after repair.

The power of psychic energy isn't just manifested in flames and explosions. It's also manifested in its strangeness and indefensibility. Balder traversed the intricate corridors, filled with corruption and obscurity, casually slaying all enemies attempting to reach the escape pods. Whirlwinds of psychic energy echoed through the cabins and corridors, acting like the world's finest insecticide, thoroughly wiping out any pests hiding in corners, behind cover, or elsewhere.

Groups of warriors walking around would suddenly feel a chill run down their bodies, a stiffness spreading from their limbs to their hearts. Then, to their surprise, they would find themselves floating. Then, their souls would see the bodies they had just left, only to be sucked away by a black crack. Countless wails of powerlessness and pain echoed throughout the warships. Often, they didn't even know where the attack came from!

A moment later, a figure emerged from the darkness. As the battle continued, Balder felt his fighting instincts awaken. Every step he took, every spell he cast, was spontaneous. He had no ritual or process in mind; everything flowed naturally, as if his wish had come true.

He could leap through space, manipulate his psychic energy to penetrate his opponents' armor and harvest their souls, and temporarily dwell in the shadows. He could even predict his opponent's arrival. He seemed to be observing the entire warship from a higher dimension. He was extremely powerful at this moment, but he knew that he was not invincible!

The Dark Eldar were also learning from their heavy losses! They had realized that ordinary units, or indeed any units with souls, were useless against Balder, only to be annihilated by various devious means. Thus, they began setting traps, using densely packed mechanical units to unleash massive firepower in a short period of time to eliminate their opponents. They even resorted to large-scale explosions within their ships!

These actions did put a lot of pressure on Balder. After dodging and counterattacking again and again, Balder felt exhausted. Under normal circumstances, he would have chosen to retreat, but unfortunately, he came prepared!

"Hmm, almost there." Balder raised the Death Dagger in his hand. Feeling the wailing of souls and the surge of energy within, he knew that all the filthy life on the entire warship might be purified in the next moment. At this moment, through the dagger in his hand, Balder also sensed the desire of someone in the warp!

"What is the true nature of Death?" Balder pondered, his mind racing with the eerie image of the Death incarnation and the various legends surrounding Death and S. A glimmer of understanding dawned within him. Sensing the dark-skinned army surging around him once again, Balder prepared for the final blow!

"Praise the name of the God of Death? No, I won't. I will not worship any gods." Balder infused his psychic energy into the dagger, determined to initiate the ritual his own way. With this massive infusion of psychic energy, the dagger, originally blood-red and shrouded in black mist, instantly became as dazzling as the sun. Waves of invisible psychic energy spread outward.

There was no loss to any physical entity wherever they passed, but all creatures with souls felt unspeakable fear. That was not the end of their lives. Even for the current Dark Eldar, death was not necessarily the end. The Haemonchi's superb skills could prevent them from being devoured by S if they died in the short term, and they could come back to life after changing their bodies.

But this time, it was different. They felt everything about them—life, soul, and destiny—were locked in place by an invisible force! No technology or psionic means could divert their malign essence. Whether it was the almighty Archons and Haemonculi, or the warriors, miko, and nightmares, or even the various cannon fodder and slaves, they all saw the end of their fate. There was no way to resist, no way to defy!

"The old filth should have been cleansed long ago," Balder said calmly. At that moment, his eyes shone like stars, and his psychic energy merged with the Death Dagger. Then, in an instant, a beam of light emanated from the dagger, and a terrifying psychic storm like the scorching sun instantly swept across the entire warship. At that moment, even the deepest and most terrifying corners of the warship were filled with light and purification.

The warship, surrounded by fallen and wronged souls, began to change. The bloody decorations scattered across its hull, like weathering, turned to dust, then burned away. The surface of the pitch-black hull peeled away, revealing the smooth, tough spirit bones within.

That's right, a significant portion of this warship is made of wraithbone. So how did the Black Bean Sprouts, who can't use psychic energy, obtain it? They naturally robbed their own cousins! For most Black Bean Sprouts, other Eldar are nothing more than more valuable slaves!

At this moment, everything was purified, whether it was Black Bean Sprouts and their evil creations or any other monsters in the subspace, they were reduced to ashes in the unstoppable frenzy. No matter whether it was the high-ranking archons, the brutal warriors or the tortured slaves, all were equal in the face of death!

A few minutes later, while the aftermath of psychic energy still resonated on the battleship, Balder strolled on the deserted bridge, recalling the final echoes in the souls of the Dark Eldar who had just died.

He saw many things: the dark and corrupted Commorra, the origins of this warship, the astonishing technology and secrets of the Dark Eldar, the plots of the Moonfall Cabal, and many other things. Even if they were fragments, when thousands of fragments formed a torrent, they would still overwhelm the common sense. But for Balder, there were many valuable things among them.

Chapter 83: New Battleship (4K)

"This thing is extraordinary." Balder picked up the crystal sent by the God of Death. Well, now you can call it the battleship control core. He examined the crystal carefully. In Balder's mind, he felt that what he held in his hand was not a crystal, but a miniaturized endless circuit. This circuit, which could have covered the entire battleship, had been compressed into a small piece of crystal through special technical means or divine power.

If anything, it resembled a multidimensional labyrinth of the Necrons, a palm-sized labyrinth with an astonishing storage capacity. It's no exaggeration to say that once the multidimensional labyrinth is thrown out, a vast army will flock to meet it. And this was what Balder was holding!

Besides the endless circuits folded into the crystal, Balder also saw a towering army at the crystal's core! An army composed entirely of underworld machines! This made Balder sigh at the power of the gods.

"Endless Journey, are you sure the surroundings are absolutely safe?" Balder connected to his flagship.

"There is absolutely no problem. There is nothing else around. All the Dark Eldar warships have been destroyed, and the Imperial fleet has been transferred away." The Endless Journey answered very straightforwardly.

"Very good." Balder nodded and threw the crystal in his hand up. Then, the crystal pierced directly into the dome on top of the battleship. In an instant, a milky white light bloomed from the crystal, and spirit bones twisting like snakes began to pierce the hull of the battleship, transforming this battleship, which originally belonged to the Dark Eldar, from its fundamental structure.

The newly formed wraithbone within the crystal quickly connected with the existing wraithbone within the warship, merging together. As the main trunk extended, branches began to spread across the warship. This was a process of destruction and reshaping. Even the most accomplished bonesingers of the Eldar might not understand how such a drastic wraithbone transformation could be so tranquil and harmonious.

Baldur observed everything with great interest. Though he was on a platform, his perception had already enveloped the entire warship. Purified by the Death Dagger, the Malevolent Blade was like a dead embryo, and the Death Crystal, using this embryo as a foundation, performed a resurrection operation! This was no longer within the realm of psychic energy, but rather divine power. Just as psychic energy couldn't revive Guilliman, the power of the Death God could!

"Everything that existed before has been erased, and a new soul is being born." Balder sensed a being at the heart of the battleship, about to break free. She was the true master of this battleship. She was its soul. The Mechanicus's machine spirits were too primitive compared to hers. Only the Endless Journey could compare.

Half an hour later, accompanied by a first cry from the Warp, the warship was completely transformed. The originally black hull was now covered in a layer of brilliant silver wraithbone. A miniaturized Infinite Circuit stretched across the ship, extending to every corner, like a human skeleton and nerves. Countless souls roamed within. The Infinite Circuit was the home of the fallen Eldar, and these souls also controlled the Infinite Circuit to control the warship. And at the core, the being was the warship's brain.

"Urna greets the great traveler. May our friendship continue, and may you and our race find your place among the stars." A moment later, a massive wraithbone machine emerged from the depths of the battleship. It held a staff with a slender blade. Its body resembled an enlarged version of a Nether Guardian, its back sporting the iconic Eldar wings. On its left shoulder was a Nether Cannon, and on its right a scatter laser.

"It turns out that those Nether Mechas deep in the crystal are the bodies and troops prepared for you." Balder said in his heart.

Psykers are powerful. Even dead psykers can still be incredibly useful, provided they're strong enough. For example, the Thousand Sons Legion has a special kind of dreadnought called the Psionic Dreadnought. Besides the weapons of ordinary dreadnoughts, this dreadnought can also wield psyker-specific weapons and unleash psychic energy. Simply put, it's like a refrigerator that can unleash magic! Are you afraid?

As experts in manipulating souls and psychic energy, the Eldar have even developed a variety of new techniques. Various spectral units are controlled by the souls of Eldar who have died in battle. Of course, most Eldar's psychic energy is not that strong, and after death, their souls are installed in machines, making their operation very clunky. But that's not a problem, as there are specialized personnel to guide and control these psychic machines.

The Nether Prophet (this unit does exist in the background, in both Imperial Armor and Revelation rules) is a very powerful and unique entity. They were excellent psionic masters in life, and after death, they not only retain their complete memories and personalities, but also retain their powerful spellcasting abilities. Ulna is such a deceased prophet, who was then recruited by the god of death to serve Baldur.

"So we're just allies, and you're not my subordinate?" Balder said, looking at the Nether Prophet before him. "This is different from what we discussed before. I want a complete warship, not one you can operate and control like you have now."

Balder didn't distrust Urna. His subconscious told him she wouldn't dare play tricks on him. Just now, when Urna had become the core consciousness of the warship, he had seen Urna's past and the Arkworld she inhabited. If she dared to do something unkind, Balder would have plenty of ways to go to her home and demand an explanation. Furthermore, the Eldar gods wouldn't allow such a move.

Balder also believed that the Eldar gods wouldn't renege on their debts, as there was no benefit and it would only alienate potential allies. But just because they didn't renege on their debts didn't mean they wouldn't stir up trouble! This was Balder's concern. Three Death Crystals meant control of three battleship-class ghost ships. Furthermore, these were three warships capable of Webway navigation, highly maneuverable, and possibly even equipped with Webway entrances. While they might not be effective in a direct battle, they could be highly effective in a subtle maneuver! So Balder had to ask, what do you want to do?

"My Lord has no intention of breaking the contract. You have already obtained the weapons and tools you wanted, and I and the two future Netherworld warships are at your service as intermediaries for communication between you and my Lord. This is additional, so it does not count as a breach of contract." Urna saluted Balder while operating the huge Netherworld mecha.

"And I can guarantee that unless there is an order that contradicts our Lord, we will obey any of your orders, even if it requires our destruction to achieve your victory. And if our Lord has an order, then we will also inform you." Urna's attitude was already very low.

The power of the person before her was beyond her comprehension. She knew very well that even with the aid of the Death Dagger, if any other psyker, even one of the Eldar's top psykers like Eldra Ulthuan (the renowned Old Prophet) of the Ulthwe Ark, were to use a single Death Dagger to purify the six-digit souls of an entire warship (including cannon fodder and prisoners), they would likely be drained before even unleashing the magic!

The being before her seemed to have no adverse reactions after completing the task. Recalling the shadow prophet who had delivered a message for the God of Laughter before she left, Urna realized that the one she faced might no longer be human!

"You must remember your oath," Balder said after a moment's thought. "So now, Lady Ulna, what are you going to do? Obviously, if you refuse me some disguises and disguises, then I'm afraid you won't be able to operate with my fleet."

"I will lie dormant in the Webway and await the arrival of the other two companions. If you wish to contact me, please use the Lord's spell. Of course, if you require us to operate with your fleet, we can also modify and disguise ourselves according to your orders."

"I personally think that in addition to the superficial power, you now also need a dagger hidden in the shadows, a dagger that will not bring you any adverse consequences after using it. And we are this dagger." Urna said.

"A dagger? Perhaps it will be necessary in the future." Balder nodded, indicating that he accepted the result. After all, the same force might be more useful if hidden than revealed.

"Okay, then I'll leave first. You clean up the battlefield." Balder said and teleported away.