The roars of the Hulks were deafening and made people's scalps numb.
It moves like a tank, which is very shocking.
Marvin held a strong shield.
At the first moment of the collision, he felt as if he was hit by a Thunderbird that was dozens of meters long and flying at high speed.
The huge impact force made him feel that his internal organs were impacted.
A sweet feeling in the throat.
He almost vomited blood.
After Marvin withstood the enemy's first wave of attacks, he drew out the power weapon from his waist.
He seized the opportunity and stabbed the monster that hit his shield with his sword.
The disintegration force field crackles, destroying the target's material structure at the atomic level.
The Hulks' bodies are as hard as steel and they can easily smash a heavy tank into pieces.
Faced with the damage of the disintegration force field, the Hulk still let out a painful roar.
The body that was strong enough to withstand lasers and missiles was pierced by a power weapon, and black blood gushed out from the wound.
Marvin held the power weapon in his hand and stirred it violently inside the opponent's body.
When the monster roared even more miserably, he retracted his shield and chopped off the monster's head with one sword.
Rancid blood gushed out from the smooth cut, staining his armor.
The other Hulks were also hit by the Weepers.
Power weapons have a disruptive force field that cuts through everything.
Even the Hulk, who is said to be able to withstand missiles, is as fragile as the one on the Paper Lake in front of power weapons.
After withstanding the first wave of attacks, the Weepers formed a tighter battle formation.
They are all Primaris warriors strengthened by the Heart of the Empire, possessing unimaginable physical recovery and combat power.
Although the Hulks are powerful, they find it difficult to break the battle formation formed by the Weepers.
With his fearless courage, the Weepers not only withstood the attacks of the Hulks, but also launched a counterattack against them.
The Hulks were knocked to the ground and besieged by the Weepers.
Long knives, battle axes, and giant swords all chopped at their bodies.
Even a body made of iron would be chopped into pieces by such an attack.
"Hold the line." Marvin roared, "We are the shield of mankind, we are the guardians of the empire, we are the vanguard of His Majesty, and we will..."
Before he could finish his words, a burst of light blew away the shield in Marvin's hand.
Before he could react, several more beams of light came at him.
A beam of light pierced through the armor on his abdomen, leaving a huge wound on his strong body.
Another beam blew off his arm.
The whole person was blown away by the huge impact force.
After a moment, he fell heavily to the ground again.
The explosive beam was so powerful that it made his head feel dizzy.
The continuous blows were as fast as lightning, and he had no time to react, and nothing happened.
Marvin wanted to stand up, but he couldn't.
Some special force prevented the Heart of the Empire from repairing his body.
"How can a mortal stop the footsteps of a god?"
A woman with several tentacles growing out of her body was suspended in the air, looking down at the warriors who were trying to resist her.
It was she who had just knocked Marvin away.
Black flames hovered around her, like a god from an ancient myth.
Weird patterns covered the twisted, disgusting body.
The tentacles danced and hovered in the air, releasing beams of destruction.
Every beam released will take the lives of those soldiers.
She is none other than Phoenix from the Cancer Universe, one of the most terrifying Cancer heroes.
The Phoenix Force in Phoenix Girl's body is said to be one of the most ancient forces that created the universe.
Able to transcend space, time, dimensions, and manipulate objects from the subatomic interface.
Extremely powerful and incredible.
Several Weeper warriors protected Marvin.
They raised their grenade launchers and kept shooting at the Phoenix Girl who was like a god.
The blessed bullets have incredible magic-breaking effects and can cause huge damage to demons.
But at this moment, he could only barely penetrate the Phoenix Girl's strange defense and could not cause fatal damage to her.
“Foolish.”
The Phoenix Girl released more attacks, and the violent power of the Phoenix caused the space to distort.
The Weeper warriors that were hit were broken down at the atomic level and turned into black dust.
"Take the Chapter Master away." The Chapter Librarian shouted as he unleashed a massive psychic spell, using the Warp rift to throw the Phoenix Girl into the ether turbulence and expel her from the battlefield.
The next second, the chapter think tank was lifted up by a ball of red light.
The Scarlet Witch, with eyes and tentacles all over her body and chaos magic in her hands, appeared on the battlefield.
With a wave of her hand, she used powerful chaos magic to turn the chapter's think tank into a bloody mist.
At the same time, more and more cancerous heroes appeared on the battlefield of the fortress.
Each of them exudes a terrifying aura and possesses terrifying fighting power.
The Sorcerer Supreme who looked like a corpse, the distorted body of Magneto, and Wolverine who had turned into a monster, these monsters who were once responsible for guarding the peace of the cosmic dimension, all emerged one by one from the black fog that enveloped the entire fortress.
They have the dual characteristics of reality and fantasy.
The weapons of the Weepers are all designed to exterminate demons, and they have no power to restrain these cancerous monsters.
Plus, the monsters far outnumbered them.
The cancerous monsters joined the battlefield, slowly tipping the scales of victory toward their side.
Marvin felt unprecedented pain, coming from his strong body and his strong soul.
The Weepers are losing.
But he couldn't do anything.
Marvin could vaguely hear his brothers calling him.
But it was difficult for him to respond.
Red alert prompts kept flashing on his helmet display.
All attempts by Empire Heart to repair his body have failed.
His life is slipping away.
The sounds of his battle-brothers falling in agony continued to ring in his ears.
The enemy's attacks became more and more fierce, and the Weepers were isolated and helpless, dying alone in the battle.
The knights had already been defeated, their mechas reduced to pieces of flaming scrap metal.
Those fearless mortal soldiers had long since died tragically in the massacre by the cancerous monsters.
Marvin tried hard to stand up. He had to do something.
He couldn't just die like this.
You can't just lie on the ground and wait to die.
Marvin wanted to grab the grenade launcher at his waist.
Every movement was excruciating, as if something inside him was trying to tear him apart.
Various noisy sounds continued to come from the communicator.
Marvin recognized Thrasius' voice.
"Brother, how is the battle situation over there? There is a ship that is still operational, and the captain hopes that we can board and leave. Marvin, can you hear me?"
"Brother." Marvin spat out a mouthful of blood foam and responded in a hoarse voice.
"No, why are you so weak?" Thrasius' voice was filled with fear. "Hold on, the Scythe of the Emperor will come to support you. We will carry you out of the battlefield."
"No need, Thrasius." Marvin looked at the battlefield. The Weepers were fighting hard and soon, this place would fall.
"The Weepers are about to lose their defense. If the Emperor's Scythe can survive, then they should withdraw from the battlefield."
"Don't say that. We're coming right away." Trasius' voice was extremely anxious. "When we faced the Kraken Zerg fleet, we swore that the Emperor's Scythes and the Lamenters would help each other and never betray. I can't abandon you, Marvin."
"Don't come, brother. Please respect my last wish." Marvin forced a smile. "Thrasius, if we can no longer live and drink together, then I want to let you know that it is my honor to be your brother. Live on, brother."
Marvin cut off the communication.
Using the last of his strength, he struggled to stand up.
He looked toward the battlefield.
At this moment, a pair of scarlet eyes were also staring at him.
The enemy was wearing a suit of rusty armor covered with foul-smelling mold, holding a hammer in his hand, with black lightning lingering around his body.
The opponent's fighting power was so terrifying that several Primaris warriors were beaten to pieces by him.
Of course, he also had wounds on his body.
The bomb shattered half of his face, revealing the white bones and squirming flesh, making him look like a ghost.
"For His Majesty." Marvin looked at the monster holding the hammer, raised his grenade launcher and aimed at the other party.
The enemy did not speak either, but raised its hammer. Black thunder gathered on the hammer, looking terrifying and weird.
The sound of explosives being fired mixed with the sound of thunder.
Marvin fell down, and the darkness engulfed him like a tide.
His mind flashed back to important images from his life.
... ... ... .
In the dim hall of the Weeper battleship, a row of naked children aged fifteen or sixteen stood in a row, being inspected by the fortress's masters.
"You have a choice to make, child. To die in vain, or to give your all for the Emperor."
The veteran in charge of conscription looked at Marvin, who was only sixteen years old at the time, and spoke.
That day, he became a seed.
After long training and painful genetic surgery, he became a Weeper.
His daily routine is fighting and killing.
Marvin experienced the years when the Weepers were forgotten on the edge of the galaxy, the humiliation of the Badab War, and the helplessness in the face of the Kraken Zerg fleet.
When the Chapter was in imminent danger, he accepted the position of Chapter Master as the last Captain.
He accepted orders from the Imperial Regent to fight everywhere and restore the number of the regiment.
Gained the qualification to go to Terra to participate in the coronation ceremony of the second emperor of the empire.
In Terra, Marvin witnessed the beginning of a better era.
"One day, we will lay down our weapons and enjoy a peaceful life. At that time, we will be able to proudly tell everyone that we have fought for such a life all our lives."
Marvin once said this to his fighting brothers.
Thinking of this, he gave a last smile.
Unfortunately, I failed to do it in the end.
... ... ...
The battle flag flew in the flames as the last weeper fell.
The battle flag woven by the nuns in tears also burned in the flames and turned into ashes.
The fortress eventually fell.
Thrasius, the Chapter Master of the Emperor's Scythes, boarded the last starship with the remaining fifty battle brothers.
"I will definitely come back." As he watched the Celestial-class battleship activate its self-destruct sequence and disintegrate silently in the void, Thrasius made a vow.
Those damn cancerous monsters must pay.
Only in this way can we comfort our brothers who died in battle.
... ... .
The Skull Fortress, made from the skulls of the members of the Celestial God Group, is suspended in the cold void.
The entire universe became cancerous under the will of Yog-Sothoth.
Not only mortals, but even the gods who claim to maintain the order of the universe cannot escape the disaster.
After they were defeated, their heads containing their core power were cut off and used to build huge war fortresses.
The headless corpse was made into a war puppet and used as the trump card of the Cancer Legion.
This was not the first such war of conquest.
Under the will of Yog-Sothoth, Mar-Vell launched countless wars of conquest, dragging those universes into an eternal realm of cancer.
For Marvel, the only pity was that he was unable to capture the gods of his native universe.
Otherwise, Yog-Sothoth's regard for him would surely go even higher.
The original universe where he was born was artificially divided into a pseudo multiverse.
Of course, Marvel didn't know it at first, until he accepted the blessing of Yog-Sothoth.
Another god named OAA used the subspace to divide the entire universe into different sub-universes and created different batches of heroes to provide them with spiritual power.
Although Mar-Vell accepted the blessing of Yog-Sothoth, he also retained his own wisdom and learned the truth about the multiverse.
The universe representing reality was born in the subspace representing illusion.
As expressed in ancient Eastern philosophy.
Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Liangyi.
Everything in the world has yin and yang.
The real universe has strict physical laws that maintain the birth and death of all things.
The illusory subspace exists based on the echoes of living things.
The two are interdependent and inseparable.
If you want to possess supreme power, you must control the emotions of real creatures, thereby leveraging the power of the subspace and achieving the so-called omniscience and omnipotence.
Some so-called creator gods came up with a vicious idea, which is to establish a universe that is completely controlled by them.
Marvel's universe is such a deformed creation.
All the heroes dance according to their predetermined fate, providing entertainment and power to the mastermind behind the scenes.
Marvell had personally seen the so-called Time Administration and the Line of Destiny.
All life is like a puppet controlled by strings, operating according to the other party's wishes.
This is also why Marvel firmly follows Yog-Sothoth and becomes a disgusting and abominable monster.
There is a little freedom in being a monster.
Becoming the so-called hero, but being manipulated towards the end.
Mar-Vell stood on the giant tower of the Skull Fortress, watching as the only remaining Imperial warship broke through the encirclement of the Cancer Fleet and escaped after opening a subspace channel at the edge of the galaxy.
His eyes moved and the corners of his mouth, with saliva flowing, were slightly raised. He did not show any anger because of the enemy's escape.
Simply brutal massacres cannot cause the greatest fear.
He had to leave some guys alive.
Let them return to Imperial society and spread the horrific deeds of the Cancer Legion.
The seeds of fear will be planted in the hearts of those people, and when the right opportunity comes, they will take root and sprout, crushing the enemy's morale and causing internal unrest.
War is an art. Those who only know how to bang with a hammer are only fit to work on a construction site.
"Those natives have betrayed the great Yog-Sothoth. We may face a direct confrontation with the Human Empire." Professor X-Charles, whose feet had grown tentacles, walked behind Marvel.
"It's no big deal." Marville's voice was hoarse and dry, like the friction of an old tree trunk. "Those guys are just consuming the resistance of this so-called empire for us. Soon, this universe will enter a perfect eternal state."
Marvel didn't care about Abaddon's little tricks.
Those guys are of no use.
Even if I leave, it won't affect the overall situation.
"Those indigenous humans are approaching us." Charles continued. He possessed a powerful brain wave ability that allowed him to connect to the subspace and see many things that ordinary people could not see. "We must be prepared in advance."
The subspace is fluctuating at this moment.
A massive Imperial fleet is crossing the Warp and will soon descend upon this starry sky.
"Let them come. This will be their burial place." Mar-Vell showed a cruel smile. "Soon, they will realize that the empire will be destroyed. Only by embracing the great Yog-Sothoth can they avoid the ultimate fate of destruction."
"They came prepared this time."
"It doesn't matter. They will lose anyway."
Marvel had no doubt about Yog-Sothoth's power.
What can those stupid natives do against an all-powerful Chaos God
"Let all the cancerous ones get ready." Marvell said, "We will defeat the punitive force organized by the natives head-on. It's time to let them know how weak and stupid they are."
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The Dark Eldar are the most evil branch of the Eldar.
They possess ancient yet advanced technology, maintaining their own immortality at the expense of the suffering of other lives.
Long before humans first explored the stars beyond Terra, the ancestors of the Dark Eldar already ruled the entire starry sea.
During the glory days of the Eldar Empire, their ancestors were immersed in violence and corruption.
After the Fall of the Eldar, instead of restraining themselves, they became even more brutal, nourishing their already withered souls through brutal massacres and bringing the terrified victims back to their terrifying base camp.
Commorragh lies deep within the Webway, a city whispered in fear by many as the City of Darkness.
The city is so magnificent that it imprisons several stars to provide it with light and heat.
Although it is called a city, Comoros is more like a collection of countless satellite spaces.
It is made up of endless portals connected by hidden paths.
The entire webway is like a giant artery, with countless distant nodes spread across it, as if it were some kind of evil virus that spread throughout the webway.
In the foggy space of the Webway, these nodes are very close to each other and can be crossed in just one step.
In real space, countless clusters of Comoros are scattered throughout the Milky Way, with some clusters thousands of light years apart.
The Dark City is a self-contained space that cannot be reached by anyone outside the Webway.
The Dark Eldar use this intricate webway to roam across the galaxy, collecting enough prisoners and resources to ensure Commorragh's prosperity.
They are the nightmare of all living things, the disaster walking among the stars.
The Dark Eldar take pleasure in brutalizing the bodies of their captives, and enjoy the process of crushing their victims' spirits.
Don't expect to find final rest in their hands.
Before they die, they will definitely torture every individual who falls into their hands until their soul collapses and they completely lose the fun of playing with them.
In Comoros, there are also complex forces maintaining a complex and delicate balance.
Voodoo cults, the Blood Mercy Conclave, and the ruling cabal.
The Black Heart Cabal is the most powerful cabal in the Comoros.
The supreme leader is Victor, the overlord who commands the entire Dark City.
They also command the most powerful pirate fleet in the Comoros.
They maintain their rule over Commorragh by levying a tithe on the souls of the other Dark Eldar.
Anyone who dared to challenge the Black Heart Conspiracy and Victor was either secretly murdered or had his body thrown into the sewer.
The Black Heart Cabal’s military prowess in the Comoros is unassailable.
Countless cabal warriors, Comoros mercenaries and deadly airships are waiting for Victor to point his finger slightly to the next target.
Victor possesses a powerful military force and has close ties with the Blood Mercy.
The power wielded by this Overlord is unmatched by other conspiracies.
The complex intelligence network also ensures Victor's absolute control over the conspiracy.
No action of any force in Comoros can escape his eyes.
No one could challenge Victor's rule, ever.
Comoros had long attracted the attention of the empire.
After many Dark Eldar attacks such as the Desadrian Sector attack, the Laprados massacre, and the Kjobin incident, the Comorian extermination plan was put on the map for the Imperial military war effort.
The Dark Angels Chapter was in charge of this extermination program.
They are the best at erasing the enemy's traces.
Compared with them, other regiments are always a little inferior.
Guilliman had only one request for them, and that was to completely wipe out the Dark Elves.
The most luxurious and exquisite castle in Comoros belongs to Overlord Victor.
At this moment, this luxurious castle is holding a grand banquet as usual.
The Dark Eldar inherited the extravagant ways of the Eldar Empire.
They pursue extraordinary sensory stimulation above all else.
In the magnificent hall was a long crystal table that was polished to a shine that reflected the light.
The table was large enough for a hundred slender Dark Eldar to sit and eat.
The tables were filled with basins of food, including thousands of silver-skinned marine fish.
There are many species, ranging from small catfish as long as a finger to large ocean beasts.
Each plate of food was carefully presented, like a work of art.
Servants in livery stood around the walls, waiting to be dispatched.
Victor sat in the main seat, looking down at his subordinates who were having dinner.
As the overlord, he possesses supreme authority.
No one dared to offend him on such an occasion.
Otherwise, the outcome will definitely be a life worse than death.
A series of shrill screams rang out.
A few unlucky ones were selected and being dissected by the bloody man on the stage.
In order to better torture these guys, the Dark Eldar would give them nerve stimulating drugs before the banquet began.
This drug can amplify sensory stimulation thousands of times, and even a small wound can make the victim suffer excruciating pain.
Bloodthirst dissection is a must-have at Dark Eldar banquets.
Through various means of torture, these guys were made to suffer a fate worse than death, letting out soul-wrenching howls.
The screams of those unfortunate people were the most beautiful music at the banquet.
In such an environment, the Dark Eldar would even reveal an intoxicated expression.
Victor didn't have much to smile at this moment. Not only did the screams of those unfortunate guys being tortured no longer arouse any interest in him, but more importantly, there was another thing that made him particularly troubled.
The Empire is preparing to attack Comoros, and the attacking army has already set out.
We will arrive in Comoros soon.
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Several crystals were suspended in the air, releasing rays of light that formed curtains of light.
The appearance of the Eldar Great Prophet - Eldrar was revealed on the light screen.
This method of communication across long distances is also a very burdensome spell for the Eldar who are good at psychic powers.
The tired look on Eldrar's face could be seen through the light curtain.
This great prophet, who had once been determined to fight against Chaos and protect the Eldar, still wanted to make a final effort at this critical juncture.
Eldrar wanted to persuade the Dark Elves to surrender. In that case, he would meet with Guilliman to talk and perhaps save some of the Dark Elves.
If the imperial troops were allowed to charge in, the situation would be disastrous.
"You must stop all your ridiculous actions. The top leaders of the human empire have clearly expressed their anger. If you continue to provoke them, Comoros will pay a heavy price. Surrender is your best outcome. Victor, put down your weapons, I will explain the pros and cons to Guilliman and save you."
Eldrar's voice came from the light curtain.
Victor shrugged it off.
surrender
For him, the overlord of Comoros, to kneel down and surrender to humans and hand over his fate to a human being, isn't this a joke?
"Are our cousins in the Ark World so weak that they are ready to kneel before humans?" Victor said bluntly, "If that's the case, please don't bother us anymore."
The guests at the banquet could also hear the conversation between the two.
Victor had no intention of hiding anything.
This gloomy-minded overlord was obviously planning something again, otherwise he would never have put his conversation with Eldrar in front of everyone.
Perhaps it was to reassure his men that Comoros was capable of dealing with any threat.
Or it could be for some more sinister purpose.
The guests sat in their seats, paying no attention to Eldrar's warning.
They were deep in the Webway now.
So what if the human empire is angry
It's not that humans haven't entered the Comoros,
What was the ending? I guess humans themselves haven't forgotten it.
In the struggle for hegemony in Comoros, Victor secretly ushered in the imperial troops in order to win the right to rule Comoros, causing the largest invasion in history.
The three major families of Comoros were destroyed in that battle, and the empire finally withdrew from Comoros in a panic. A group of warriors became slaves of the Dark Eldar, and they are still fighting in the Comoros Arena to please them.
Today, under the leadership of Victor, Comoros has become even stronger.
Once the empire comes in, there will be no way back.
Those Astartes who want to kill the Dark Eldar will all become playthings, gladiators and slaves in the hands of the Dark Eldar.
Seeing Victor's reaction and the guests' fearlessness towards humans, the Eldar Great Prophet Eldrar was completely in despair.
The Dark Eldar are beyond help.
In order to survive, they constantly use various tortures to extract souls to replace the Prince of Pleasure's sucking of them.
They have been lost on the path of depravity and indulgence for too long, so long that there is no cure.
These fallen cousins are still so arrogant and have no idea of the horror of the Empire.
The wrath of the Empire was destined to destroy the Comoros.
All he could do was turn a blind eye.
The involvement of the Ark Eldar and the Harlequin Theatre Company only makes things more complicated.
Guilliman is not stingy with showing some mercy to his allies, but he will never let go of the Dark Eldar who have repeatedly caused massacres.
"Take care of yourself." Eldrar said tiredly and cut off his spell.
The suspended crystals also slowly fell down and returned to their original positions.
Victor sat in his seat without any change in expression.
He glanced at his subordinates sitting at the banquet table and slowly said, "What do you think of the invasion of the human empire?"
"Those savage monkeys can't do anything, Lord Victor. As long as our defense is tight enough, they won't even be able to get in." The Archon of the Black Heart Conspiracy, Tariel, spoke first. "Humans know nothing about the Webway. They are still using the most rudimentary methods to travel at superluminal speeds. Without the cooperation of internal personnel, I doubt whether they can find Comoros."
Tariel’s words resonated with the other guests.
A group of wild monkeys want to destroy Comoros. Isn't this just wishful thinking
Victor didn't say anything, but stared at Tariel, trying to tell from his tone and expression whether he was flattering or speaking from the heart.
Do not trust any Dark Eldar, no matter how loyal he claims to be.
They are used to stabbing people in the back.
Any slackness shown by Victor might give others an opportunity to take advantage of him.
Humans are repairing the Webway, and Victor learned about this through his own intelligence channels.
Obviously, other forces in Comoros are unaware of this.
Few were willing to exchange information with the Dark Eldar.
No one wants to provide information one second and watch themselves being cut into pieces the next.
The Dark Eldar have very few sources of information.
Unlike the Ark Eldar, the Dark Eldar forbid psionics.
The activated psychic energy will glow in the subspace, and glowing in the subspace is undoubtedly summoning the Prince of Pleasure to enjoy a delicious after-meal dessert.
For this reason, the Dark Eldar banned psionics in Commorragh.
There are no psychic prophecies and no external information channels.
Comoros is completely in the dark about many major events in the universe.
Comoros has not received any news about major events such as humans building the webway and setting up a firewall.
Many Dark Eldar still stubbornly believe that humans are still the wild monkeys they once were.
The return of the Primarch
Most likely, those wild monkeys were just dreaming.
Now that the Primarch of humanity has returned, the Eldar's God of War, Kane, must be resurrected on the spot.
Victor withdrew his gaze. His subordinates must be ignorant and stupid, and had no intention of challenging his position.
"Humans have announced with such fanfare that they are going to attack Comoros. I believe they have assembled a strong enough army. We must be prepared for a fierce battle."
The crystal glowed again, outlining an image above the banquet table.
The image shows a crystal scepter.
The entire surface is crystal clear, with intricate spells carved on it.
There is a huge gem on the top of the scepter.
Seeing the image of the scepter, many Dark Eldar all started discussing in low voices.
"The Staff of Asuryan." Someone read out the name of the scepter.
Asuryan, also known as the Phoenix King, is the leader of the Eldar gods and the father of the gods.
He has a twin brother who is the God of War - Bloody Kane.
There are some rumors that his wife-Hea is the co-wife of their brothers.
The Staff of Asuryan is a legacy from ancient times.
It is said that during the War in Heaven, Asuryan commanded the forge god Vaul to create a weapon of great power to defeat the C'tan Nightbringer.
Vaul forged the Staff of Asuryan.
A powerful weapon capable of aligning the stars and unleashing phoenix fire.
Asuryan used this scepter to control the stars, launching a deadly solar flare that severely damaged the Star God - Nightbringer.
"An unimaginable artifact." The Black Heart Conspiracy's Supreme Archon Valosian revealed an intoxicated look. "I have witnessed the power of the Staff of Asuryan once. The stars also obey the will of the master of the staff and can be mobilized at will to release attacks that can destroy the world."
"It requires psychic energy to activate. How can we activate it?" another Dark Eldar asked a key question.
As soon as this question was asked, many dark elves immediately looked embarrassed.
The use of psychic powers is prohibited in Comoros.
What's more, the crisis brought about by the use of psychic power is probably more terrifying than the crisis brought by the human empire.
In the face of the Empire's frenzied offensive, Comoros still has a chance to survive.
If they met the Prince of Pleasure, they would die without a burial place.
"Blood sacrifice is also possible." Victor said the solution, "By using blood sacrifice, we can activate the power of this artifact without using psionic energy."
"Really?" Tariel asked with confusion in his tone.
Victor looked at Tariel with a hint of danger in his eyes.
Dare to question yourself, this is not what smart people do.