Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"No problem at all." Tyrian nodded.

Eldar Titans can be divided into two types based on size. The smaller type, known as the Wraith Titan, is similar in size to the Imperial Warhound-class Titan, possessing Titan-class weaponry and a protective phantom field. However, this Titan's greatest advantage over the Imperial Titan lies in its maneuverability and the inclusion of a jetpack! This means it can fly when necessary! They are the main force of the Eldar in medium-scale battles, and can also serve as the vanguard for the larger Titans.

Larger Titans are called Phantom Titans. These Titans are comparable to the Empire's Warlord-class Titans. Although they only have two main weapons, each weapon has a greater range than the Reaver Titan's arm weapons and is even more lethal! They even have a special weapon that can ignore the Titan's void shield and directly strike the main body!

Of course, adhering to the usual characteristics of the Eldar war machines, the Phantom Titan itself is relatively fragile, but very maneuverable. It also has a Phantom Light Field as a means of defense.

(In the old Apocalypse rules, the Phantom Titan's main gun has a range of 120 inches, with 4 Destroyer-type rounds for 5-inch cover. The Reaver Titan's two-handed weapon has a range of 96 inches, with 3 Destroyer-type rounds for 5-inch cover. The Warlord has a weapon with a longer range, but only 1 round with a 10-inch cover. It's hard to say which is stronger.)

If these two types of Titans can be roughly compared to similarly sized Imperial weapons, then the third type is somewhat more esoteric: the renowned Warlock Titan (or the Nether Titan)! This Titan's size is uncertain, and so-called size isn't the basis for classification. What's more important is that it's a product of the fusion of powerful spellcaster souls and spirit bone technology. If one must find a comparable counterpart within the Empire, it would be the Omen Legion's Psychic Titan.

In some ways, they were even stronger than the average Psychic Titan, as they could predict and even shape fate. Their abilities surpassed standard psychic attack and defense. For something so profoundly metaphysical, its combat effectiveness couldn't be estimated by common sense.

(In the background, the Psi Titans and Ghost Titans fought once. Three Psi Titans cleanly and neatly defeated a Ghost Titan. Then, they led the Imperial Titan Legion to defeat the remaining Eldar Titans. Sanguinius also participated in this battle.)

"What do you think about the expansion of the human empire across the galaxy?" Prince Tyrian asked after thinking for a moment.

"This is an unstoppable trend." The prophet Amos replied first.

"But they may come into conflict with us. Some of our worlds may fall under their attack." Prince Tyrian's voice was filled with worry.

"Therefore, we need to deal with everything with flexibility. Armed confrontation is an option, but it is not the best option. We need to reach a tacit understanding with humans."

"What if they're unwilling to agree, or someone violates it?" Tyrian continued.

"We only need to maintain the overall peace. As for minor disturbances, the swords in our hands are enough to solve them. The gods will handle the problems above, and we only need to deal with the problems at hand."

"Until the great enemy falls or is effectively contained, the Eldar's first enemy will always be the great enemy, and nothing else. This is a principle that must be upheld and followed." Amos said meaningfully.

While the Eldar generally hold a distinct psychological advantage over humans, in the eyes of true superiors, they still distinguish between the important and the unimportant. The era of the Eldar Empire is over, and it is unrealistic for the Eldar to rely solely on themselves, or with limited strategies and prophecies, to defeat a major enemy. Humanity is a powerful potential partner and the main force in the future fight against the enemy. This is the consensus reached by the Eldar gods and their prophets and divine messengers.

However, as for how to get along with humans, everyone has different ideas, but that doesn't matter. The Eldar gods are responsible for the highest level of affairs, and everyone else just does their job.

"May the holy fire of Asuryan guide us, and may the god of death protect our souls." Tyrion prayed.

Hover tanks, swarms of Warrunners, and Aspect Warriors crisscrossed the mountains and valleys. They maneuvered swiftly in various directions. A storm brewed in the sky. Once the storm formed, completely shielding all fleets in orbit, the Tyrian Legion unleashed its fury. Carefully avoiding the Imperial Legion, they attacked their fallen brethren from the flanks and rear. A mantis stalking a cicada, while the oriole waited behind, gradually unfolded.

However, at this time, the Iron Hands Legion, which had already landed, had already fought a fierce battle with the Dark Eldar on the opposite side! With the exquisite art of war of Ferrus and the support of a large number of Storm Birds, the Dark Eldar tasted the iron fist of the Empire for the first time in a large-scale frontal ground battle!

"Target! Alien portal! All-out attack!" Ferrus gave the order for a general attack. A small number of Brutal Blade super-heavy tanks were deployed to form the Legion's most powerful hammer. In front of them was a scout formation composed of various anti-gravity suspension vehicles. They were responsible for detecting and eliminating the enemy's infantry and light armor, and guiding the targets for the heavy tanks behind them.

Behind the Brutal Blades were swarms of tanks and armored personnel carriers. They carried the Iron Warriors' infantry units and battle droids to the front lines. On either side were light armored units and air forces, securing the flanks. In the air, Swordtail fighters, Stormbirds, and Vanguards temporarily shielded the Dark Eldar fleet from the Legion's axis of attack.

Hundreds of chariots roared past, a hail of destructive bullets tumbling ahead, shredding all who dared to challenge the Imperium. Several Dark Eldar raids were first spotted by aerial fleets, then dispatched by Ferrus's high-speed mobile forces. Though the Iron Hands Legion was outnumbered, their collective momentum was unstoppable!

Chapter 93 A profound reminder

"Sir! The storm is coming!" Marius anxiously warned the storm brewing in the sky. Although the Imperial Guards did not have psychic powers, their perception was still far superior to that of ordinary people.

"I know, so I want to completely destroy this alien portal before the storm comes. It will take one Terra hour for the storm to come, and it only takes me 1 minutes to break through the opponent's last line of defense." Ferrus said after precise calculations.

In his opinion, the Dark Eldar's technology was indeed unique: their vehicles were swift and agile, their weapons accurate and devastating, but the former were too fragile, while the latter had limited range. Relying on the Iron Hands' fast data links and highly qualified personnel, as long as the Legion maintained its formation and smashed through like a block of steel, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

"That's the last line of defense of the Dark Eldar. They have built a defense line based on the terrain and are protected by energy shields. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to destroy this line of defense in a short period of time." Marius pointed to the battle line ahead and persuaded.

"I have made up my mind to fight, and this cannot be changed. If we can't capture it now, what should we do if the storm blocks the fleet's support?" Ferrus asked.

"Actually, we can choose a safer option..." Marius remembered Balder's previous plan, the plan to retreat into the ruins first and then fight back.

"Are you questioning my orders?!" Ferrus glared at Marius. The look that contained dissatisfaction, anxiety and a hint of anger made Marius shut up immediately, and he just followed Ferrus closely.

Then, the Iron Hands assault legions continued their advance, pounding the opposing defenses like battering rams. They unleashed a precise and terrifying barrage of fire, eliminating the outer firing points and enemies one by one. Even the Dark Eldar's defensive shields surrounding the Webway were crumbling. Once these shields collapsed, it would be time to launch the final assault.

"The monkeys' offensive is really fierce, and they coordinate very well. My skinning team can't even find any loopholes. The opposing general is almost the best I have ever met." Wells, the Archon of the Fallen Moon, looked at the projection of the battlefield in the distance and couldn't help but praise Ferrus's exquisite command.

"Alas, fate is on my side," Veers said, gazing at the storm gathering in the upper atmosphere. "And your recklessness will lead you to destruction!" Behind Veers, a terrifying array of Pain Engines and massive hovercraft known as Destruction Platforms were deployed. They were armed with the main cannons of the Assault Scorpions, which, by Imperial standards, were Titan-class weapons! (The regulations stipulated two Destroyer weapons with 2-inch turrets.) And behind the last line of defense, a brand-new field generator array was ready!

"Keep moving forward! If we keep attacking for another 5 to 10 minutes, their shield will collapse!" On a Brutal Blade tank, the commander observed the situation outside while directing the crew to fire heavy main gun shells at the distant shield.

Everything went smoothly. A spearhead attack consisting of ten Brutal Blades, aided by a covering force, had firmly pinned the enemy. Relying on their vastly superior range and immense power, they single-handedly shattered the enemy positions. As soon as the shield collapsed, the Spartan transports would deliver swarms of Terminators and Tactical Teams into the battle line, collaborating with the armored forces to crush the enemy completely.

However, the Brutal Blade super-heavy tank, number 101, was unaware that its life had come to an end. In the darkness in the distance, a massive hovercraft emerged from the shadows, its long laser cannon trained on the super-heavy tank, which was unleashing its firepower relentlessly like a god of war. Seconds later, a brilliant beam of light streaked across the already bustling battlefield!

The spear of light, which was powerful enough to easily cut through the void shield, successfully hit the front armor of the Brutal Blade tank. The thick armor made of special ceramic steel and refined gold that could withstand most attacks was surprisingly fragile in the face of this dazzling spear of light. Within milliseconds, the beam of light easily cut through the armor and went all the way down, destroying the driver and all the equipment inside!

Boom! With a deafening explosion, a massive ball of flames erupted across the battlefield. The 300-ton tank was instantly destroyed! The detonation of ammunition and fuel spread to nearby comrades, destroying several Mortal Auxiliary vehicles. With a single blow, the Dark Eldar had opened a gap in the Iron Hands' offensive line!

"Is that a Titan?!" an Iron Hands officer exclaimed, watching the super-heavy tank being instantly destroyed in the distance. As the Legion's strongest ground unit, the Brutal Blade had carved a chapter of victory for itself at the cost of countless enemy lives, earning the Legion's trust. He was hailed as the most powerful being below the Titan. But now, that seemed to be no longer the case!

"Tanks 102 and 105 have also been destroyed!" The destruction of Tank 101 was only the beginning. The other two super-heavy tanks exposed in front were also easily destroyed in a short period of time. And then, those terrifying war machines revealed their ferocious faces, and the powerful destructive weapons they carried launched deadly beams at the Iron Hands Legion!

"It's Titan-level firepower! Damn it! We don't have the corresponding equipment!" Marius said solemnly as he looked at the battlefield in front of him.

"Have the Vanguard suppress the distant firepower points," Ferrus ordered grimly. The situation had changed somewhat, but he believed it was still under control. Moreover, Balder had plenty of backup plans. The Vanguard was one of them. He would throw himself into battle at the most crucial moment.

"Also, contact the Endless Journey. I hope that the new Cormorant-type Sky Patroller can be considered for deployment on the battlefield." Ferrus said after a moment of hesitation.

"Primarch, that will take time. The Endless Journey is working with the Iron Hands fleet to deal with the Dark Eldar fleet and is not nearby," Marius reminded.

"The situation has changed, and the storm is about to come. You'd better return to the Vanguard and command the battle." Marius recalled Balder's order before leaving, and once again dissuaded him in a tactful tone.

"Let the Vanguard reach the front line and suppress the enemy's frontal firepower!" Ferrus continued his command. He rejected the suggestion of commanding the war from the safety of the flying fortress.

The storm finally arrived, a collision of energy tidal waves from the Warp and the laws of the real universe. All less powerful beings in the sky trembled beneath the storm and lightning. The Swordtail fighters were like dregs in a boiling pot. Those fighters from both sides that failed to evacuate in time were easily destroyed.

The massive Storm Birds trembled under the immense pressure of the endless storm in the sky. Deprived of their combat effectiveness, the Dark Eldar's hovercraft dared only fly at very low altitudes. This storm, embodying the strange power of the Warp, left almost no airborne units able to fly, yet at such low altitudes close to the ground, the impact was minimal.

"What a remarkable vehicle! Even a Cormorant, primarily used for transport, can operate in such inclement weather, and it displays firepower far exceeding that of a typical Titan." Ferrus watched as the massive figure of the Vanguard descended upon the front lines, protecting itself with thick, multi-layered void shields while also projecting a protective shield for the Allies. Its ferocious firepower completely crushed the enemy.

However, Ferrus's plan to destroy the portal before the storm arrived ultimately failed. The sudden appearance of the Dark Eldar's super-heavy vehicles dealt a heavy blow to Ferrus's strongest armored force. The Brutal Blade super-heavy tanks were decimated in a short period of time. Other armored units also suffered heavy losses. Even more surprising was Ferrus's formidable preparations: the opposing Dark Eldar had a shield array at their back! Layer upon layer of shields blocked the ensuing attacks. Fortunately, the Vanguard's combat power was high enough, and together with the remaining troops, they managed to maintain a resilient hold on the Dark Eldar front.

"My lord, more Dark Eldar are rushing towards us. Their numbers are beyond our expectations. Our attack on the army at the other portal was unsuccessful, and they have begun to defend themselves." Marius faithfully performed his duties as a staff officer and bodyguard.

"How's the situation in Balder?" asked Ferrus.

"The battle is still ongoing. The ruins are too large and mysterious, making them difficult to clean up." Marius remembered the battle report Santo had sent ten minutes ago. As for Balder? He seemed to be blocked at the entrance of a staircase by hundreds of Dark Eldar warriors and even more servants.

"This is a terrible defeat. I will definitely wash away the shame of this failure!" Ferrus sighed, his tone filled with anger and unwillingness. However, he also realized that the offensive could not continue.

The Dark Eldar's strength far exceeded previous estimates, and the Endless Journey was still engaged in deep space. The Vanguard could defend against an attack from one direction, but Ferrus was truly worried that the Dark Eldar would unleash some terrifying weapon, severely damaging the Vanguard while it was already caught in the fierce battle. This weapon was now precious, and if it were lost, it would be a real disaster.

"Prepare to retreat. Let the Vanguard cover your retreat. I will personally lead the guards to cover the left wing. The right side is broken terrain, so the pressure will be less. The troops will take turns to cover each other and prepare to evacuate towards the ruins." Ferrus ordered.

Even when the attack was not going well, the Iron Hands still showed great quality, killing far more enemies than they lost. Even when forming a battle formation, the elite Dark Eldar troops were still unable to convert their numerical advantage into an advantage in the battle.

"Primarch, the troops are retreating, but now, with the storm forming, our communications and reconnaissance are hindered." A servant reported to Ferrus.

"I know. Reduce the distance between the teams, maintain formation, and strengthen communication between them." Ferus' mood gradually darkened as he listened to the background noise coming from the communicator. The Dark Eldar's level had somewhat exceeded his expectations. He was worried that they could still organize an effective attack in this environment. And now, there were too many of them!

"Monsters! Massive monstrous monsters!" Just as Ferrus was adjusting his formation, a swarm of twisted abominations appeared on the left horizon. These massive beasts, composed of muscle and bone, were the proud creations of the Haemochorials. They were immensely powerful, insane, and dangerous, their bodies covered in mutated tissues and organs, and equipped with deadly weaponry. At the signal of their master, they would attack recklessly. They were perfect cannon fodder.

Guided by the Servo-Skulls and Scouts, the Iron Hands Legion vehicles on the left unleashed a dense barrage of fire, forming an almost impenetrable web of fire that easily chopped their targets into pieces of flesh or flaming balls of fire. However, this was only the beginning. More and more Reaver hovercraft and swarms of Scourge warriors were roaring towards them, using dark lances and poison crystal cannons to engage the Iron Hands tanks. It was a fierce and brutal engagement, with multiple armored units being destroyed by the dense fire every minute.

Swarms of Pain Engines swarmed across the ruined battlefield, rapidly advancing deeper into the enemy lines. Against these massive creations of steel and biotechnology, ordinary Terminators were as fragile as toys! Even Siskarian tanks couldn't withstand the blows of the Pain Engines, and what's more, these creatures were hovering units! Flying behemoths—are you afraid?! Swarms of Dark Eldar attempted to divide their enemies, but the Iron Hands, using coordinated tactics, held them back! But all these efforts were in vain when the figure of the Destruction Platform reappeared.

Deadly beams of destruction descended upon the battlefield once again! These highly mobile units, gliding along the ground and avoiding the storm's influence, circled around the Iron Hands' left wing. When the artillery used against the Titans roared once again, facing overwhelming firepower in this open field, and facing an enemy with both numerical and qualitative advantages, it was only a matter of time before the left wing collapsed.

"Primarch, this is Artus. I will lead my brothers to hold back the enemy. I hope you can quickly move to the ruins. In a few days, your wrath will surely destroy all aliens!" The commander of a detachment on the left sent a final communication to Ferrus.

"These xenos bastards deserve to be crushed to dust!" Ferrus roared, marching towards the battlefield himself. Countless weapons emanated from his multi-purpose backpack: plasma cannons, melta cannons, gravity cannons, flamethrowers, and other equipment Marius couldn't even identify. He saw the destructive aura emanating from the enraged Primarch. It was unbearable to look directly at, and unbearable to disobey!

However, when Marius remembered Balder's orders and his own duty, he still stepped forward and tried to stop the Primarch's reckless actions.

Chapter 94: Primarch and Prophet

"Primarch, wait another hour, no, half an hour! The second Sky Surveyor from the Endless Journey will arrive on the battlefield. It's an offensive Sky Surveyor, with firepower capable of incinerating all enemies in sight! You must believe me," Marius said, even though he didn't believe it. The second Sky Surveyor had already departed, but reaching the battlefield within an hour was undoubtedly impossible.

"Get out of the way." Ferrus gently pushed Marius aside. Then, swarms of Terminators and fighters, accompanied by the Primarch, rushed towards the collapsing battle line. The Iron Hands roared and fought back with their heavy weapons. Various battle robots and armored units transferred from other places re-sealed the gap. The Dark Eldar and their servants who had just rushed out from the broken battle line were hit head-on!

Ferrus was so dazzling when he stepped onto the battlefield. The weapons in the backpack on the back of his body poured deadly firepower on the target. No matter whether it was the huge and sturdy pain engine or those fast-moving plunder boats, no matter whether it was the alien shield or the psychedelic light field, it was just a cheap trick in front of Ferrus.

With the backpack behind him constantly making tight and rhythmic clicking sounds, beams of destructive light tore all the invading enemies into pieces. At this moment, Ferrus did not need to engage in close combat at all, because on this section of the battle line, no one could penetrate the firepower network formed by him alone.

"What a genius, master of destruction and technology." Marius glanced at the Paragon Spear in his hand, then at the Primarch in the distance, then thought of Balder, who controlled his psychic energy. For the first time, Marius felt that he was a little weak. However, now was obviously not the time to think about such trivial matters. He immediately rushed forward. He needed to stay by the Primarch's side.

"There's a brave monkey over there, much larger than the average monkey. He's truly formidable. Under different circumstances, I would try to capture him." Wells surveyed the chaotic battlefield from his hovercraft. The Iron Hands Legion, thus far intact, was retreating in an orderly fashion toward the ruins.

"Tell those units carrying weapons of destruction to kill this guy. We have to hurry." Wells waved his hand, and several destruction platforms quickly flew towards the target! Aiming the main guns of the central axis in the direction of Ferrus!

"Danger!" The Primarch who was caught up in rage and fighting did not lose his mind. On the contrary, in the killing, Ferrus's perception became more acute, as if it had broken through a limit. When the platform of destruction appeared again in the distance, Ferrus captured the target's position at the first time, and knew that it was coming for him!

"Three! Three huge hovercrafts! I'm locked!" A chill surged through Ferrus' heart. He had never been in such danger as he was now, even when facing the living metal monster that he had killed.

"Go to hell!" The weapon backpack behind him immediately aimed at the foremost destruction platform. Various energy weapons and physical missiles roared out, forming a dense barrage that tore the target to pieces in an instant! At the same time, while firing, he quickly moved, trying to avoid the attack under the cover of wreckage and terrain.

His excellent combat instincts led him and his personal guards to a depression. Nearby, there were a large number of dilapidated buildings and vehicles, which provided excellent cover on the battlefield. Meanwhile, Marius also arrived. For a moment, the crisis in his inspiration seemed to have passed.

"Huh, you're here after all." Ferrus smiled at the imperial guards following closely behind him.

"Lord Balder asked me to follow you."

"Haha, you're quite obedient." Manus said with a smile, but his smile soon froze because he felt a breath of destruction coming towards him! A destruction platform discovered this place and opened fire! Because of the angle, Marius was the first to see the magnificent and deadly beam of light in the distance!

With barely any time to react, the area where Manus and Marius stood was instantly enveloped by a beam of destruction. The so-called bunkers and wreckage were nothing but a joke in the face of such destructive force! The cannonball's fire was slightly off target, and the Terminators and battle robots outside were instantly reduced to ash. The beam of death moved, sweeping in the direction of Ferrus and Marius!

"It's over!" Just as Marius was about to give up, the wolf tail Balder had given him instantly transformed into a glittering ball of light. A shield enveloped Ferrus and Marius, also enveloping several nearby attendants. The deadly beam of light and the psychic shield collided with each other in a startling manner. The dazzling light made Ferrus instinctively evade, and one attendant even shed tears from looking directly at the light.

The confrontation between the two energies might have lasted less than a second, but in the eyes of the people involved, it seemed like a whole year had passed. When the beam disappeared, everyone was delighted to find that they were still alive! This was truly a blessing.

"Hurry up, they have another one!" Ferrus ordered loudly. The crisis was not over. When facing an enemy with such deadly weapons, you will only be safe if you kill the opponent.

At this moment, the two remaining Destruction Towers seemed unconvinced that their target would survive such an attack, and they hesitated for a moment. However, this slight hesitation cost them their last chance. In the distance, a new force joined the battlefield. With a flash of light, a Warlock Titan strode lightly onto the shattered battlefield.

As he moved, a brilliant halo enveloped him, making him invisible. He moved quickly, and with the Titan-level weapons in his hands, he easily harvested all targets, including the Destruction Platforms that had been so invincible just now. Under its attack, they were so fragile. One of the Destruction Platforms shot a beam of light at the Warlock Titan, but it was abnormally deflected to a group of Pain Engines in the distance. The violent explosion tore at least three Pain Engines to pieces!

The Iron Hands were surprised to see an alien creature appear beside them, and some even opened fire on it. However, the Warlock Titan didn't care at all. He killed gracefully, pouring destructive fire on his fallen kin. So resolute and cold!

What followed was a precise and brutal slaughter. The Warlock Titans were accompanied by a vast army of Eldar hovercraft, falcon tanks, fire crystal tanks, and hundreds of repulsor bikes. Light spears and shuriken cannons intertwined into a dense web of fire that engulfed the enemy. Every shot fired by the Warlock Titans was a devastating blow to the enemy. The repulsor tanks began to flank and divide the enemy, while the repulsor bikes and a large number of Aspect Warriors quickly eliminated small groups of enemies.

The Eldar Legion's combat style was completely different from that of the Imperium of Man, but this did not hinder their strength. The lethality of Titans, the agility of hovercraft, and the strange magic of psykers together formed the Eldar killing machine. So much so that many Iron Hands warriors had to admit that this was a powerful and well-rounded Legion.

"Reckless and stubborn Ferrus Manus, I hope this battle leaves a deep impression on you." Prophet Amos and his followers stepped into the shattered battlefield and stood before Ferrus. Behind her stood another Warlock Titan. This elegant and deadly war machine convinced the Iron Hands of their correct choice. The two sides exchanged a calm gaze.

"Ark Eldar? Are you slaughtering your own fallen brethren?" Ferrus looked at the other side with a complicated expression. Ferrus had obtained some knowledge about the Eldar from the secret documents.

"These fallen brethren should be left to us. From now on, the Eldar Legion will take over most of the battlefield, and we will be gone before the storm ends. Everything here will belong to you and your Legion," Amos paused before continuing. "I hope that in the future, we will remember today's battle."

"Is this a gesture of goodwill? Eldar?" Ferrus originally wanted to use the word "alien", but after thinking about his own situation and the help just extended by the other side, Ferrus decided to use a different name.

"This is naturally a gesture of goodwill, Your Excellency Primarch. Fate has connected us. We have come here in response to the prophecy, to eradicate the Fallen and seek new partners. We have shown our attitude through our actions," said Amos.

"So, you hope that in the future, when you offend the Empire, you think I will let you go?" Ferrus snorted.

"I have never said such a thing. Every piece of luck in fate has a hidden price. As a prophet who can see through a corner of fate, I believe our efforts will be rewarded." Amos didn't mind Ferrus' attitude at all.

"A prophet? Haha, I've seen too many so-called prophets, and it turns out that those prophets are nothing more than wizards or mortals with sinister intentions. They spread rumors, plot conspiracies, and use them to gain benefits. Listen, on the premise that you don't harm the empire, I will repay this favor. But if you are the enemy of the empire, then the Iron Hand will be the first iron fist to hit your legion!" Ferrus said firmly.

"Is this your attitude towards prophecy and psychic powers?" Amos asked.

"Yes, that's my attitude." Ferrus answered with certainty.

"So do you think that there are other reasons besides our assistance for you and your subordinates to survive until now?" Amos said meaningfully.

"Respected Primarch, please remember one thing: you cannot always be so lucky. Your actions are too reckless and somewhat inconsistent with the position of a legion commander. I believe your subordinates should have reminded you, but you did not accept it."

"Someone has shifted the gears of fate, allowing you to escape this disaster, but everything has a price. Psionics itself is just a kind of ability, and the same is true for prophecies. It is extremely wrong for people who don't understand to fear psychic powers and prophecies, or to worship them. There is nothing wrong with the ability itself. If there is a mistake, it is the person who uses the ability who has made the mistake. Let's stop here today, and I hope you can take care of yourself." After saying that, Amos quickly left with his people, including the mighty and strange Warlock Titan!

"Being cautious again? An alien I just met actually discovered my recklessness. Am I really a reckless person?" Ferrus fell into deep self-doubt. Reckless is obviously a derogatory word, and caution is the expectation given to him by the Emperor and the Sigillite. So, after being "reminded" by this incident, Ferrus vowed to be a cautious person in the future, not only for himself, but also in order not to cause trouble to others!

"Damn it! How could this happen?" Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ferrus' heart was not filled with anger and shame, but with uneasiness. He was not happy that he had escaped. He was thinking about a question: how should he face Balder in a while?

Ferrus's superhuman mind had already told him that the one who had shifted the gears of fate was Balder. He recalled Balder's advice, his placement of Marius at his side, and the protective barrier that was clearly a psychic shield. It was Balder's divinely orchestrated arrangements that had allowed him to hold out until the Ark Eldar intervened.

The Iron Hands were no longer needed on the battlefield. With the intervention of the Scythe of Fate, the Dark Eldar were doomed. The Webway Gate, which had previously inflicted heavy losses on Ferrus's assault force and remained unable to capture, had already been captured by the Scythe of Fate. After all, Prince Orion had deployed five Phantom Titans in this direction! Whatever you had, they would destroy it! Without a doubt, the Eldar Legion, reorganized by the Eldar gods, was far more formidable than their fallen counterparts!

Now, for the Ark Eldar, it is relatively troublesome to eliminate these wandering and scattered enemies, but the time left for the Dark Eldar is indeed short. They can only choose to surrender or embrace death, and then their souls will be taken into the pocket of the God of Death.

"Did I behave badly? Think of a stubborn and reckless guy." Ferrus seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to Marius beside him. However, Marius really didn't know how to respond to this.

"The Sigillite also said that my approach to psychic powers embodied caution. However, in reality, I failed to live up to his expectations. I wasn't cautious at all. I thought I had it all under control, but I was always interrupted and toyed with by various unseen entities," Ferrus reflected. "And even worse, because of my stubbornness, Balder used his abilities to change fate."

"Then, how should I repay the karma of today?" Ferrus sighed in his heart.

Chapter 95 Conversation and Relics