Chapter 153: The Prophecy That Terrified the Farseer

The holo-field activated by the Sam-Han Craftworld was completely unable to obscure the Primarch's gaze.

His gaze was firmly locked onto the Aeldari Craftworld, and he issued orders at high speed.

"Turn to 9-8-5, inclination 3."

"..."

Under his command, the Shadow of Sovereignty continuously corrected its course, always tracking the trajectory of the Aeldari Craftworld.

"Prow Light Lance, 1-4-2, inclination 5."

The black void behemoth "spat out" a bright beam of light, forcing the elegant red serpent to turn and evade.

This chase was a confrontation in the void between the Primarch and the Farseer leading the Craftworld, a confrontation of insight and foresight.

Before the "Fall of the Eldar," the Aeldari Craftworld was a massive trading ship, capable of carrying self-sufficient communities of hundreds of Eldar families in their entirety; they might only return to Eldar civilization three or four times in a millennium.

After the "Fall of the Eldar," as a refuge world for the Craftworld Aeldari, their size and scale grew rapidly, and today they are approximately ten to a hundred times their former size.

The Craftworld contains the Webway, which can connect to one another and to millions of planets.

Massive space docks are located on the exterior of the Craftworld, releasing fleets and aircraft that have traveled through the Webway.

Windrider bike riders and Viper pilots assembled by clan.

Most of the Eldar within a clan were related by blood; they smeared hot blood on their faces, drank blood taken from the wrists of their kin, and the brothers and sisters boarded their aircraft.

The bikes and skimmers rushed from the massive space docks into space, launching a charge toward the Shadow of Sovereignty.

Diana Polin finally found her stage; in this confrontation with the Aeldari Craftworld, she had previously had no place to exercise her abilities.

The captain methodically deployed defensive turrets, establishing an anti-aircraft network.

The speeding red aircraft, like moths to a flame, were shot down by the dense barrage.

Every second, red aircraft trailed fire and fell like kites with broken strings.

Diana naturally would not sit idly by; she deployed fighters and gunships, concentrating a counterattack like a heavy punch thrown at the Eldar aircraft.

The clans of Sam-Han used chevron or striped patterns as identity markers; the clan the captain was striking used two connected diamonds as their mark.

The riders piloted their elegant skimmers, meeting the incoming human fleet.

They aimed their Shuriken Cannons at the monkey fighters, projecting hunting webs that covered the entire area, watching mockingly as the foolish monkeys collided with the Shuriken fire net.

The Auxilia fighter squadrons could not evade, nor did they; the pilots shouted for the Emperor and the Primarch, operating their cannons to fire angry shells at the Xenos skimmers.

The Viper pilots were astonished to find that the monkey pilots did not waste effort dodging the Shuriken webs; they were like cold Machines, firing shell after shell.

The pilots elegantly maneuvered their Vipers to evade, but the dense barrage covered the entire area of dozens of Vipers.

A clan rider, controlling his "mount," dodged left and right, using superb "riding skills" to avoid six shells in succession.

But he found that the space to dodge was becoming smaller and smaller; the shells and the surrounding skimmers all restricted his room to maneuver.

As he pondered, he sensed another shell flying toward him at high speed; his arm tensed instantly, and he whipped it aside.

Even in his hurried evasion, his movements remained fluid and elegant.

However, a shell, lacking any appreciation, shot out abruptly and slammed into the elegant red skimmer.

The perfect arc the Viper had drawn in the void was broken, and the crude shell ruthlessly tore the fuselage apart, making it no different from the exploding, ugly monkey fighters.

When the elegant red skimmers rushed out of the barrage, more than thirty Vipers had also been beaten into wreckage, scattered in the cold void.

The clan pilots discovered that the price they paid in their first engagement was no less than that of the monkeys they despised.

The Eldar, whose emotions were more complex and sensitive than humans, were immersed in grief over the death of their kin, while also feeling a trace of respect for the monkeys.

A barbaric and primitive method of attack, but the courage was admirable.

The second round of air combat erupted immediately; while the frontal fighter squadrons launched a dense, area-covering attack on the Eldar skimmers, the Astartes launched precision strikes from the flanks.

The Order Shadows locked onto the skimmers, launching ruthless and lethal strikes at the elegant, evading skimmers.

When the clan's war leader drove his skimmer out of the fire net, he was completely consumed by sorrow.

His clan, his kin, were few in number.

He forced himself to break free from his sorrow; the monkeys had launched a new round of strikes.

The war leader hurriedly maneuvered his skimmer, elegantly shaking off the rain of bullets, while he felt his kin being swallowed by the cold rain of bullets behind him.

He sensed that he was locked onto by four monkey gunships.

【Cannot evade.】

The war leader and his elegant vehicle were torn apart by the scorching shells.

Relying on a three-stage attack tactic—concentrating all aircraft in a local area, disrupting the Eldar aircraft formation with the first round of engagement, followed by a second round of firepower strikes and a third round of mopping up the remnants—Diana successively annihilated four Sam-Han clans.

The Farseer discovered that the Sam-Han's fast-strike air combat tactics, swift as the wind and fierce as a snake, were being ruthlessly crushed.

The entire space battle situation was also not developing according to the threads he had woven.

In the enemy fleet, several warships had strange cannons mounted on their flanks that fired Ether Fields, directly tearing apart the holographic camouflage of the Eldar warships.

He had never encountered such strange cannons, and he had certainly not foreseen that Ninglu's fleet possessed such advanced artillery.

Not a single human warship in the human fleet that Sam-Han had encountered in the Segmentum Pacificus possessed cannons capable of firing Ether Fields.

【Unique artillery technology mastered by Ninglu!】

In the Farseer's eyes, he saw a scene: countless black warships firing dazzling Ether Field barrages, forcing the red Eldar warships of Sam-Han to reveal themselves, and then destroying those warships.

He saw the Craftworld being breached by the enemy, and Eldar in red armor falling in pools of blood.

The future scene revealed to him by the threads of fate made him feel fear.

His actions to change the fate of Sam-Han had brought upon him a terrifying enemy.

The Farseer decisively decided to abandon the attack on Ninglu and abandon the Vigilance Star.

He would find a new world in the threads of fate to carry the future of Sam-Han.

The Farseer gave the order bitterly: "Order, retreat!"

The engaged Eldar warships gathered toward the Craftworld.

Ninglu immediately noticed that over a dozen ships approaching the Aeldari Craftworld were diving into the interior of the Shijiejian from the massive docks.

【They are running!】

The Primarch naturally would not let the Sam-Han Craftworld just run away like this; from the start of the space battle until now, generally speaking, the price paid by the Eleventh Legion was still greater than that of the Eldar.

But according to the current trend, the Shadow of Sovereignty had not yet fully locked onto Sam-Han.

The Primarch keenly sensed that this was because his orders took unnecessary time to reach the ship's officers and then reach the crew.

The ship's officers and crew executed his orders efficiently, but it was still not enough to overcome the Farseer's foresight.

He could still guide the red Aeldari Craftworld to shake off the pursuit.

To strike the Sam-Han Shijiejian, one must be faster and more lethal.

The Primarch's consciousness spread throughout the entire ship.

(End of this chapter)