Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 667 The Fall of Aisha’s Prayer

As the leader of the Na'vi tribe, Tukalon, a young Eldar, is still too young.

When all the Eldar in the tribe were shocked by this extraterrestrial catastrophe and stood there dumbly watching, Tukalon was also the one standing dumbfounded.

It was Qin Mo and Uslan who had seen many war machine explosions who reacted first.

The prophet roared and ordered everyone to check out the situation.

Qin Mo reminded these friendly spirits to prevent forest fires.

Then Qin Mo and Uslan rushed towards the place where the aircraft crashed in a burst of chaos.

Before all the wild spirit races arrived, the huge herds of beasts in the sea of ​​trees on this planet had already arrived. They were no matter what kind, whether they were herbivorous or carnivorous, and they were all chewing out a fire break with their mouths.

The trees in the tribe have transported all the sweet water stored inside to the place where the aircraft crashed.

Facts have proved that the strength of the spiritual bone material is really incredible.

The aircraft hit directly into the sea of ​​trees, but due to the strength of the spirit bone material itself and other protective devices, no one inside was injured or injured due to the impact.

In the wild elves, the Eldar surrounded the aircraft in fear.

Every tribe member didn't even dare to take a breath. The Eldar's body made them hold it in for a long time.

Until there was a roar inside the aircraft, and then a big hand came out of the bulkhead.

There were exclamations and gasps, and the women of the Wild Spirit Tribe cuddled up next to the men, carefully looking at the situation of the aircraft.

Qin Mo and Wuslan realized that the big hand that emerged from the bulkhead was the hand of the Nether Knight, the Eldar war machine.

A series of shattering and tearing sounds were heard, and the Ghost Knight in the aircraft tore through the entire bulkhead and got out first.

Then there are the sect warriors in the Aisha's Prayer craft world, the civilians who practice non-combat paths, and the children.

The Nether Knight had suffered severe damage. After staggering out of the aircraft with its blackened and damaged belly, it suddenly fell to the soft and sweet ground.

Only then did Qin Mo and Uslan see a crystallized Ark Prophet tied with an iron chain behind the Nether Knight.

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The Ghost Rider releases a burst of gas.

Then in the cockpit, a male Eldar who felt familiar to Qin Mo came out.

That was the civilian who had protected the Tyrone II during the Tyrone Defense War. He was the first to establish a good relationship with the Tyrone sector. Later, he left the Death Army and joined the Aisha's Prayer craft world because he was angry at being cheated by Uslan. Eldar people.

"Sal..." Uslan stepped towards Sal, wanting to check on him.

"Go away!" Thrall roared at Uslan, then glanced at the crystal prophet on the Nether Knight behind him, and shouted to his wild relatives: "Don't let this guy steal my prophet!"

Hearing this, Qin Mo looked at Tukalon.

The young leader stood there stupidly, looking hurt but not knowing what to do.

"Have your people send the Crystal Prophet to the place where the shrine is located." Qin Mo reminded.

Only then did Tukalon react, and quickly arranged for someone to send the Crystal Prophet to the World Shrine, so that the most powerful dragon knights in the tribe could protect the crystal.

Qin Mo's words also made Sal notice the existence of this acquaintance. He looked after the voice, covered his abdomen and stood up to salute: "We meet again... the Lord of Tailong."

"What's going on with you?" Qin Mo stepped forward to help Sal.

"Sorry, we were unable to respond to your call before the Battle of Commorragh." Thrall apologized weakly, "We are in trouble."

When Qin Mo recalled the war in Comoros, it was not Uslan who should contact the Thunder Warriors, but the prophet of Aisha's Prayer Ark.

But Uslan said that the Prophet of Aisha’s Prayer had no way to come.     Now it seems that this is not an ordinary solution...

"We are all in danger!" Thrall let go of Qin Mo's arm and shouted loudly to his relatives, "The Tyranids have attacked our homeland, and the Aisha's Prayer Arkworld is gone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of surprise, crying, and screaming.

Uslan on the side acted as a real-time translator, allowing Qin Mo to understand what Sal said.

"This relative..." The dragon knight responsible for protecting the young leader stepped forward and asked in disbelief: "You... where are the other survivors?"

Thrall turned around, staggered to his Nether Knight, and leaned on the knight's arm.

He glanced at the compatriots gathered behind the knight, and at the children with fear in their eyes and frightened expressions.

"It's all here." Thrall said. "The prophet sacrificed himself and turned into crystal, but it only allowed a few of us to escape."

Hearing this, the girl who had caught the fruit thrown by Qin Mo knelt on the ground and cried.

It is not uncommon for people to be as fragile as she is.

Qin Mo looked at these people in surprise.

There is no way that the Wild Spirit Race is so fragile. The level of weakness of these people is simply beyond his imagination, and the reason is unknown.

Are everyone involved with Aisha so stupid?

"The covenant between Aisha's Prayer and Pandora will still be fulfilled, and we will help you fight until the last moment." Thrall said loudly, "But we must discuss what to do next."

……

On the top of the giant tree of the World Shrine, which had just hosted a banquet for distinguished guests, the Savage Eldar and the guests, who had experienced great joy and sorrow, and the survivors of Aisha's Prayer gathered together to discuss what to do next.

Qin Mo and Wuslan were silent.

"We must not escape because that would be equivalent to handing over our ancestors to those bugs and becoming food for those predators."

"But are we going to wait here to die?"

"We cannot wait to die or sit still, but Pandora has been our home for tens of thousands of years. How can we give up our home and our ancestors?"

"But if all of us stay here, we will end up being eaten."

"Lord Tukalon! Please tell us, what should we do?!"

After a period of discussion without a clear conclusion, all the Na'vi people's eyes fell on the young leader.

"..."

Tukalon wanted to do something for his people. He wanted to be like his father and come up with a sure way for everyone to find a way to survive, but he couldn't think of any good way and his face turned red.

In the end, everyone's eyes fell on the three guests, Prophet Uslan, Qin Mo, and Sal.

They placed their future, lives, property, and everything on three outsiders.

"Why don't you join the Death Army?" Uslan said with a wry smile.

If it were any other spiritual race, they would have already joined the Death Army.

But the Savage Spirit Race cannot give up their own world, the soul of the world formed by their ancestors.

Then everyone looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo got up and left.

(End of this chapter)