In a place like Comoros where stabbing in the back is a habit, a ruler without authority is no different from a dead person.
Their ending is even more pitiful than those bedbugs living at the bottom of the Comoros.
Since the establishment of Comoros, the ending of every ruler has been extremely tragic.
For this reason, every Dark Eldar in a high position must live cautiously.
If you are not careful, you may be doomed.
Victor looked at his confidant, Dril.
Although there was murderous intent in his heart, he still maintained a smile on his face.
Questioning means a loss of authority.
It means that the other party may challenge your rule.
It will also give others an opportunity to take advantage of you.
If it weren't for the imminent threat from the Empire, a body would have appeared in the sewers of Comoros the next day.
The Black Heart Cabal will also have a new Archon.
For the sake of the overall situation, Victor can only endure temporarily and wait for this matter to pass before dealing with the other party.
"Comoros prohibits the use of psychic energy, but our ancestors have already mastered it thoroughly. The essence of the subspace is the aggregation of emotions. The emotions of creatures can leverage unparalleled power in that illusory country. The blood sacrifice ritual is one of the most effective methods, leveraging the unparalleled power by using the despair and fear of the deceased before his death."
"According to some ancient cryptic books, blood sacrifice was considered when the Staff of Asuryan was first forged to unleash its power."
In order to use the power of the Staff of Asuryan, Victor did some homework and could be said to know it like the back of his hand.
He even went to the secret meeting of the Haemolings to consult the oldest ones.
Some of the Haemonchi had lived for a very long time, even longer than the immortal Eldrar, and knew many secrets of the ancient times.
"If we can really pry open the power of this scepter, then the human empire will really not be able to pose a threat to us."
The chief archon of the Black Heart Conspiracy, Valosian, had a sick look in his eyes, longing for killing and cruelty.
If the human forces that are attacking this time can be destroyed, Comoros' reputation will be greatly enhanced.
The Dark Eldar will become an inescapable nightmare for the Human Empire.
Other high-ranking Dark Eldars could also imagine the huge benefits involved.
An Astrata costs a fortune in the Comoros.
Who wouldn’t want to have a few more of these powerful imperial creations in his or her own arena
If that happens, it will definitely drive the people of Comoros crazy.
Those people who crave more cruel and bloody performances will inevitably make more deafening screams.
Cheer for the fights and battles of the Asterta.
Comoros' prosperity will be pushed to a whole new level.
Victor saw the greed in these guys' eyes and despised them in his heart.
Before the war even began, they were already thinking about how to distribute the spoils.
A bunch of greedy, filthy demons.
Use them, but never trust them.
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The Comoros Arena is always the favorite entertainment venue for Comoros residents.
They will cheer for every brutal fight and performance.
Nourish the withered souls of others by witnessing their suffering.
These lunatics crave endless pleasure from twisted acts such as killing and torture.
The atrocities committed in the arena were often beyond belief.
Among them, the most bloody and cruel arena was the one controlled by the voodoo sect.
All the dark elves who are able to enter have a certain status in Comoros.
Each voodoo sect has its own arena.
This is a display of their wealth and status.
It is also a theatre of violence.
The amphitheaters of other civilizations and the magnificent arenas like Crucible and Moder's Steps are compared to the Dark Eldar's arena as the contrast between a thatched cottage and a palace.
Each Comoros arena has its own deadly charm and unique challenges.
It is definitely not as simple as fighting one-on-one.
From spinning blades to carnivorous beasts, complete with gravity wells, power-reversal traps and other creative and dangerous gadgets.
Bloody ballet, zoo of all animals, zero-gravity escape, each project is so unique.
Every imaginable game that torments the people and inspires fear can be found in the Dark Eldar's arenas.
Among the numerous voodoo sects, the Fighting Sect is definitely the most influential one.
Their leader is Hespera, who is called the succubus.
Every fight she had would attract enthusiastic attention from the Comorian nobles.
Countless people spent huge sums of money just to witness her graceful skills in slaughtering the losers.
The Crucible, occupied by the Fighting Cult, is the most luxurious arena in the entire Comoros.
From city-sized laser cutouts to galleries of giant black-veined living jade, the Strife Sect is the most spectacular sight in the Comoros.
A wild beast-like roar came from the remains of the Astartes hanging above the entrance to Crucible.
It was the remains of a warrior taken from the Dreadnought.
After being specially processed by the Haemolings, it was hung above the arena to show the power of the arena to the residents of Comoros.
The Crucible, controlled by the Cult of Strife, is the place in Commorragh with the largest number of Astartes gladiators.
Every day, the nobles of Comoros cheered for the wonderful performances they brought.
"One day, the wrath of mankind will fall upon you." The mutilated Astartes roared in anger.
His anger instead made the dark elves look intoxicated.
These lunatics always find pleasure in the suffering of others.
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The human fortress built at the node of the Webway is magnificent, like a giant mountain made of cement and steel.
The towering walls are covered with fire towers and defensive turrets, enough to tear apart any behemoth that attempts to attack the fortress.
The imperial soldiers lined up and patrolled the city walls, alert to possible attacks.
Fighter planes hovered in the air, and no ship without permission was allowed to pass through the city's port.
Those who tried to force their way in would eventually become a pile of rotten iron in the Webway, dragged back to the furnace by the Mechanicus and broken down into various basic materials.
The Dark Angels have accepted the mission from the Emperor of the Empire, and they will go deep into the Webway to wipe out the Dark Eldar.
This city built at the node of the Webway is their last supply station. If they go deeper, there will be no human cities.
When it comes to art, Dorn is not the best among the Primarchs.
When it comes to building a fortress, his talent is absolutely unmatched by other Primarchs.
Boris couldn't imagine that he was in a building built by humans.
The city wall extends infinitely to both sides, bending and turning at higher dimensions, forming a boundless yet finite city.
Looking from every corner of the city wall, you can see endless city walls with no end.
Boris has seen many tall and majestic buildings.
The ground connects to a spaceport in low Earth orbit.
A super-giant hive city occupying an entire continent.
Suspended high in the sky, it is like a fortress in the sky.
But standing on a city platform that is large enough for a celestial-class battleship to pass through is another unique experience.
He turned around and could see a huge building towering behind him.
The city has hundreds of ports for ships to pass through.
Countless transport ships are being inspected by port personnel.
Once the inspection is complete, the ships will be able to use the repaired webway to safely reach their destination.
The fortresses distributed at the edge of the webway will keep all threats out of the human webway and ensure the absolute safety of the ships.
The sheer size of the Webway Fortress is difficult to measure with mortal standards.
It is divided into three layers from top to bottom.
The top layer belongs to the troops stationed in the fortress. Like a beehive, a large number of military vehicles are stored here.
Once an emergency crisis breaks out, the fighter jets here will be released like a swarm of bees to strangle the enemy.
The middle layer is the widest and most populated.
It has residential and commercial areas, as well as transit areas for cargo turnover.
People live and entertain on the second layer just like they do on other planets.
The lowest level is the port area, where the raised docks are connected by communication and power cables, like a giant spider spreading its web randomly over the mountains.
The entire fortress is like a spindle, small at both ends and large in the middle.
All this made Boris feel insignificant.
Wearing power armor, he was nothing more than a speck of dust in front of this magnificent building.
"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that there would be such a human miracle located in the webway?" Ezekiel's voice came from behind.
Boris turned around and looked, and his guards also made way for him.
"Lord Ezekiel." Boris saluted Ezekiel.
The other party nodded and walked along the path made clear by the guards to Boris' side.
"Do you feel sincere respect for the talent of Lord Dorne, who has shaped this magnificent city."
"Every miracle that occurs deserves people's respect for its creator." Boris looked at the magnificent transport ship that was like a behemoth.
Each ship is so huge, loaded with supplies gathered here from all over the galaxy.
Just like a series of mountains.
Each mountain range is a slowly moving space ship.
Boris had never imagined such a magnificent scene before.
Now, it actually appeared before his eyes.
Those magnificent transport ships spewed out dark blue plasma, pushing their heavy steel bodies.
They moved slowly into the port for inspection and then followed the webway to their destination.
The line of ships seemed to have no end in sight.
Everywhere you look, you see these moving metal behemoths.
"Our mission is to protect such wonders from being destroyed by the malevolence of the universe."
Ezekiel smiled. “There are always enemies who want to destroy these and drag humanity into the abyss.”
Boris looked at the mountain-like fleet and asked, "Are we ready to start the battle against the Dark Eldar?"
"Yes, Azrael has reached a strategic plan with several other chapter leaders. In addition to attacking the satellite area of Comoros, they will also launch a surprise attack on the main body of Comoros."
"It is most appropriate to entrust this mission to the Death Wing. We are good at surprise attacks and beheading enemy leaders."
"The mission of raiding the main city of Comoros is extremely dangerous. The dark elves have mastered many strange methods." Ezekiel looked at Boris and said, "You have to be mentally prepared."
"I know that Death Wing has been accepting the most difficult tasks since its inception." Boris did not show any fluctuations.
For Deathwing, death is not something difficult to accept.
They had already made such mental preparations when they were selected into the first company.
"Comoros is built deep in the Webway. The Dark Eldar used the characteristics of the Webway to prevent the Prince of Pleasure from poisoning them. According to some intelligence obtained from interrogating Dark Eldar captives, Comoros once experienced a demonic invasion of the world. For this reason, they closed some of the Webway entrances. If these Webway entrances can be opened, the destruction of Comoros will be imminent."
Ezekiel's plan was simple. What the Dark Eldar feared most was Slaanesh's desire for their souls.
This is also why Comoros loves cruelty and killing so much.
They must harvest souls in this way to prolong their lives and replenish their souls.
Opened the webway entrance, allowing demons to enter Commorragh.
To the Dark Eldar, the Human plan of allowing the Demons of Pleasure into Commorragh was a diabolical one.
Boris looked calm, not at all moved by Ezekiel's words.
Being kind to the enemies is being cruel to the people of the empire.
No shameless means are too much to deal with those lunatics in Comoros.
Only by completely eradicating this cancer can mankind be free from those fears.
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The fiery mirage flickered between heaven and earth.
There is no sun in this strange space, but the light is so bright that it hurts the eyes. Rolling heat waves rise from the ground, distorting the light coming from afar.
The sky radiated a dazzling light, covering the dry surface.
The dry and cracked earth was covered with dust and salt.
The land was flat, with endless plains stretching towards an endless horizon.
This is not a real realm, but an illusory space belonging to God.
A huge dragon covered in silver armor was lying on the dry ground.
The dragon's body was covered with wounds, dripping with bright red blood.
Every drop of blood that falls will cause a sizzling sound on the ground.
It endured the scorching heat, just lying there, as if slowly waiting for its life to pass away.
A breeze blew by, causing the dragon to open its eyes.
It looked at the barren plain, and a whirlpool appeared in the distance, floating across the land and stirring up dust.
A figure walked out from the dust.
The gold and blue armor shone brightly, and the long sword lay quietly in the scabbard at the waist.
A laurel leaf crown was worn on the visitor's forehead, exuding an air of nobility.
"Your power is growing stronger." The dragon stared at the human in front of it, its voice like thunder.
"Is this your spiritual world? It implies desolation and death."
Guilliman looked around and said with a smile.
"What's going on in the spiritual world is irrelevant. Why did you come here? That's what I care about most." The dragon stared at the human in front of it, and the huge dragon boy frowned slightly, revealing danger and warning.
"We are allies, so it is normal for me to care about you." Guilliman did not show any abnormality due to the Void Dragon's hostility. Instead, he looked at the other party and examined the wounds on the huge dragon's body.
"Ally?" The Void Dragon showed a mocking look. "I can see from your eyes that you have the same nature as me, which is deception. For beings like us, loyalty and trust do not exist. You have a more vicious purpose, human, and you are here for that purpose. Don't try to cover up anything. In front of God, lies are meaningless."
"God? Do you still think so?" Guilliman showed a hint of surprise, but he did not waste any more time. Instead, he took out a sphere and said, "Your device is very powerful. A fragment of a Star God."
The Void Dragon revealed a rare greedy expression.
The fragments of the same kind contained power far exceeding that of other creatures. If he could devour them, he would be able to recover most of his strength.
"You are much more powerful than I thought. It seems that the destruction of the Undead is already doomed." The Void Dragon moved its huge dragon head closer to Guilliman, and its brown eyes seemed to contain a bright starry sky.
"They are only shadows and echoes of the past. Defeating them will not give me any sense of success." Guilliman played with the ball in his hand and looked at the Void Dragon. "I know you want this, but you have to pay something."
"What do you want?" asked the Void Dragon.
"Your freedom," Guilliman said. "My enemies are more numerous than I could imagine, and now there is another one. I have to consider winning more allies."
"You want me to be your slave? Is this how you win over allies?" The Void Dragon's tone was filled with a hint of disgust, and the dragon boy looked at Guilliman without concealing his hostility at all.
"I am the god of the stars. Before you humans appeared in this universe, I was already an invincible existence in this universe. If it weren't for those damned undeads, you wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of me."
"Forget about it. You and I both know what the so-called gods are." Guilliman didn't care about the anger and hostility of the Void Dragon. "You can choose. If you refuse, I can form an alliance with others."
"For example, this one." Guilliman took out the ball in his hand, "Who is the food, you or it? It's just a matter of my thoughts. You can choose to refuse, but it probably won't."
"Are you threatening me?" The Void Dragon spread its wings and roared, shaking the whole world.
At this moment, its body became extremely huge, covering the sky and the sun. The stars were just toys at its fingertips. Its body was burning with green flames, emitting a terrifying aura.
This is the Star God.
They once fed on stars and extinguished them at will.
"Submit, or die." Guilliman's body grew equally large.
Standing in front of the Void Dragon, the whole world is in his hands.
The Void Dragon was like a moth lying on the palm of his hand.
With both palms together, he could crush this ancient star god to death.
"The spiritual world is a world of competition of wills. In this realm, absolutely no creature can stand against me." Guilliman used the firewall to connect the will of all mankind.
He is the human being himself
The Void Dragon is not only fighting against him, but the will of all mankind.
Star gods are immortal.
But they are not invincible.
Faced with the crushing of the will of an entire race, they will receive an end more horrifying than death.
"You are a lunatic." The Void Dragon looked at the human who had defeated him in his spiritual realm and roared.
But after a moment, it lowered its head and made a gesture of submission.
A gold and blue laurel wreath mark appeared on the huge dragon's body, like a blessing mark from the gods to their believers.
The two reappeared on the desolate world, with Guilliman already standing on top of the Void Dragon.
For the Star God, this was undoubtedly a humiliation.
But faced with power and strength that it cannot resist, the only option left is surrender or death.
"We are allies." Guilliman left these words and threw the ball to the Void Dragon. "Be honest and don't force me to kill you one day."
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When Guilliman opened his eyes, he was still seated on his mechanical throne.
The fight with the Void Dragon just now was just a confrontation of mental wills.
In order to ensure that this guy is on his side, Guilliman's methods are a bit extreme.
For the upcoming final battle, such behavior is understandable.
A suspended light curtain appeared in front of Guilliman.
The news that the Scythes of the Emperor and the Lamenters were only one step away from being wiped out had already reached Terra.
This matter was kept strictly confidential.
Except for important figures such as Marshal of the Imperial Guards - Waldo, and Prime Minister of the Empire - Penny, no one else has the right to know.
The third stage reinforcement of many chapters was considered a top priority by Guilliman.
Seeing the powerful fighting force of the cancerous monster, Guilliman was also very clear that the power possessed by Yog-Sothoth, as an omniscient and omnipotent being, was indeed beyond his imagination.
The cancerous monster is likely just the tip of the iceberg of the opponent's strength.
None of those powerful monsters and ancient gods of the past appeared.
It would be ridiculous to say that the Cancer Legion is the entire power of Yog-Sothoth.
The Tri-Pillar God Yog-Sothoth is just the other side of the God of Stupidity.
It is not easy to defeat the opponent.
The only thing he could do was to recapture the Eye of Terror and drive the enemy's forces out of the galaxy.
"It's getting more and more troublesome." Guilliman's brow became solemn.
Before the minions of the Four Gods were completely eliminated, here comes the troublesome Cancer Legion.
I have to speed up as well.
In addition to the construction of the augmented reality universe, the construction of the subspace legion cannot be left behind.
The Cursed Legion and those Imperial Heroes still have potential that has not been tapped.
How can death be the end of responsibility
As long as your soul has not turned to ashes, you have to get up and work.
Those so-called gods and demons can be resurrected through the warp, and things like Lucius can be reborn with the help of the enemy's pleasure.
Humans also need to master the technology to be reborn in the subspace. Those warriors are trained with so much effort, and if they die, they will be gone.
However, the evil god's minions are always reborn. Who can bear it if they continue to fight like this
The only people who can deal with evil are those who are even more evil.
To deal with the evil god, you have to be more shameless than those guys.
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The war against the Comoros came quickly.
The closed webway was opened by humans.
In order to show their support for the Empire, some Ark Eldar stood against their cousins.
With the help of these Eldar, the Dark Eldar's defensive strategy to seal the entrance to the Webway failed.
Several satellite areas were attacked fiercely by humans.
The history of these satellite regions is also ancient, dating back to the realms before the Great Fall. They are extremely secretive and are perfect places for the Dark Eldar to carry out their evil rituals and plans.
For a long time, attempting to cross those areas was undoubtedly a suicidal risk.
Countless Eldar pirates are hidden in those twisted spires.
In addition, there are alien mercenaries and bounty hunters active here.
The Empire's attack was extremely swift.
When the webway was opened, large-scale Titans, Knights and heavy tank regiments were dropped onto the ground.
The Dark Angels are extremely brutal in their methods, dedicated to eradicating all traces of the Dark Eldar.
The pirates and mercenaries hiding in the buildings suffered an unprecedented blow.
The sky was covered with overwhelming artillery fire, and every building was reduced to ruins.
The Human Empire did not engage in any street fighting, but instead crushed any possible resistance with powerful artillery fire.
The Empire's Titans tore down every building, using their building-sized weapons to burn every corner.
The knights, heavy tanks and artillery clusters carried out saturation bombing on every ruined location where the enemy might be hiding.
Only after it is confirmed to be safe will the target be changed to cover another area.
Azrael was wearing a suit of black power armor that matched his status, and he moved among the ruins like a black sculpture.
His face was covered with a skull mask, and his breastplate was adorned with the Imperial Skyhawk emblem, surmounted by a huge pendant.
Artillery fire shook the intricate city, and thick black smoke blocked the light of the sky.
The Dark Angels would occasionally pull one or two Dark Eldar and alien mercenaries out of the ruins, pull the trigger, and execute them directly.
"Let me go, I am a human being." Several men ran out from the ruins with terrified looks on their faces.
A dark angel took one look at his clothes and pulled the trigger.
The huge bomb directly tore the opponent's body into pieces, leaving only a pile of debris and flesh on the ground.
Those humans who colluded with the Dark Eldar for profit are also subject to execution.
The Dark Angels will not let any of them go.
Azriel showed no mercy and watched those people being executed.
Collaborating with the enemy is also a form of betrayal.
The Empire will never forgive any form of betrayal.
“Go ahead and wipe out this city.” Azrael said in a deep voice: “Except for the human prisoners captured by the Dark Eldar, leave no other people alive, and do not leave any memory of this city.”
The Dark Eldar in the satellite sector quickly launched a counterattack, with overwhelming high-speed aircraft and various firepower devices firing at the Empire.
However, the Imperials' firepower far outstrips that of the Dark Eldar.
Those fighter planes were shot down like flying birds. Not long after the battle, the battlefield was littered with broken aircraft and the corpses of Dark Eldar.
The empire's army was like a tide, driving powerful war machines into the battlefield continuously.
When the Dark Eldar knocked down one Titan, they would find ten Titans thrown into the battlefield.
Those human soldiers unleashed fire on any place where people might be hiding, making the raid an unprofitable undertaking.
Humans refused any shadow areas and instead relied on their brutal firepower to push down the entire city.
Every building was destroyed.
Those Dark Eldar who tried to use their speed to rush into the human battle formation were ruthlessly slaughtered by the Primaris warriors.
These failures forced the Dark Eldar and their allies to confront humanity head-on, giving up their speed advantage.
In a head-on confrontation, the Dark Eldar were unable to reverse their decline.
Faced with the concerted efforts of all human forces, the Dark Eldar, who were fond of betrayal, fought on their own and were unable to form a joint force.
The several defense lines that were painstakingly constructed collapsed after a short period of time, leaving piles of corpses on the battlefield.
One failure will lead to another failure.
The hypocrisy and viciousness of the Dark Eldar were what humans feared most in the past.
Now it has become their fatal weakness.
Each voodoo sect and conspiracy group has its own ulterior motives, and no one dares to trust anyone else.
When a line of defense collapses, they will immediately suspect whether the other side has deserted the battlefield and betrayed their allies.
Once doubt takes root, it is like a cancer that cannot be shaken off.
One after another they abandoned the lines they were supposed to defend.
In order to avoid being abandoned by their allies and falling into crisis, they decisively chose to abandon their allies and put them into crisis.
The Dark Eldar can still work together when they raid.
This is based on the fact that the enemy is much weaker than them and has enough interests.
But when it comes to this kind of frontal battlefield, the Dark Eldar become a loose sand.
There is no trust, no sense of self-sacrifice, and no interests at all.
How could they possibly cooperate
Not stabbing your opponent in the back twice is considered a sign of good moral standards.
Under Azrael's orders, the Dark Angels and the accompanying Primaris warriors carried out a systematic massacre of the Dark Eldar.
From jagged spires to dark atriums, to painful production factories, in this city of bloody wonders and torture, brutal massacres are taking place one after another.
Imperial soldiers have a passion for revenge.
They reenacted the Dark Eldar's massacres of human cities.
The city's sewers and stairs were littered with slaughtered bodies.
Those twisted arenas and their guests were slaughtered.
The hooks that were once used to hang the defeated are now hung with the Dark Eldar.
They were hung there like strips of bacon, their eager and crazy eyes covered with unimaginable fear.
The Dark Eldar know well what awaits them in their own death.
Without protection, they will become food and playthings of Prince Joy.
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The news of the human invasion of the satellite area seemed to have grown wings and echoed in every corner of the Comoros.
As revenge for the Dark Eldar's previous plunder, humans' warfare against the Dark Eldar was extremely cruel.
They took no prisoners but put them all to death.
The residents of the Comoros were excited at first.
If humans dare to attack Comoros, they will undoubtedly be courting death.
But the news sent back from the front soon made them fall into fear.
Every building was toppled, and the Cabal warriors and engines of pain that attempted to storm the human positions were slaughtered by the Astartes who had been waiting for a long time.
Whether it is firepower or the size of the army.
The Empire's offensive this time shocked the residents of Comoros.
They really couldn't imagine why the Empire was able to gather such a large army on the Webway to launch an attack on them.
However, before they could figure out the reason, they had no time to investigate what the Empire was doing in the Webway.
A webway entrance was opened above the Dark City.
A human fleet stabbed in like a sword.
Those magnificent warships appeared before the residents of Comoros like towering Gothic war fortresses.
Before they could react, the Imperial ships launched a devastating bombardment.
Beams of destruction and nuclear bombs were released one after another.
In just a few breaths, countless tower-like nuclear explosion flames shot up into the sky, and the huge shock wave shattered countless Dark Eldar buildings.
Flashes of teleportation followed closely behind, and the Dark Eldar were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the Primaris warriors.
This was a naked massacre.
Humans have used all kinds of extermination weapons in the Comoros without any scruples.
The huge warship poured fire on Comoros without stopping.
Imperial warships were also constantly pouring out of the webway entrance.
The Dark Eldar attempted to regain control of the airspace, sending out a large number of Needle Flying Vehicles, Void Raven Fighters and Razor Fighters.
The Empire released a larger fleet of fighter planes.
When a Dark Eldar pilot took off in his fighter plane, he found that the sky was covered with human fighter planes with the double-headed eagle emblem.
The fighting between the two sides soon became intense, and many areas of Comoros were destroyed, leaving only debris and broken arms.
Compared to the satellite areas, the residents of Comoros are braver.
They were like sharks lured by blood, coming from all directions, trying to join the battle.
Even the voodoo cults released their gladiators.
However, in front of the Deathwing led by Captain Boris of the Dark Angels Chapter, it was nothing more than a desperate struggle.
Several figures were moving in the shadows at an incredible speed.
It's like an imagined ship's side, hovering at the edge of sight.
The Dark Eldar Kabal Warriors can utilize a variety of technological gadgets to stalk in the shadows.
Boris's eyes followed the enemy's movements.
The other party's tricks didn't work on him.
With the help of the Heart of the Empire, he was able to see creatures and individuals that moved at super-speed.
When the opponent launched an attack, Boris pulled the trigger.
The huge bomb blew to pieces the conspiracy warrior who intended to kill him.
The fate of the other Dark Eldar was not good either.
They were executed one by one by Boris's battle-brothers.
A moment later, dozens of broken corpses, bleeding profusely, lay on the dim dock.
Boris walked around the bodies of the guards and headed towards his destination.
He did not go directly to capture the overlord of Comoros, Victor.
Instead, he entered a port in Comoros with a Death Wing.
There is a webway entrance here, large enough for a cruiser to enter and exit.
The Dark Eldar sealed it off.
Victor even sent out his own conspiracy warriors to protect this place from being spied on by others.
"Powerful etheric fluctuations are being released here." A Deathwing Chapter Librarian sensed the malice behind the Webway. Those twisted unliving things were howling, looking forward to entering Commorros.
"Remove the seal here and retreat." Boris's expression remained calm as he issued an order that was enough to destroy the entire Comoros.
Several psychic bombs were placed on the statues and force field devices engraved with Eldar spells.
With a sharp roar of energy, the webway that had been closed opened.
The light from the highest heaven poured into Comoros like water.
A blood-curdling scream pierced the icy air.
It was a single, trembling note, like that of a tortured soul.
One by one, a chorus of agony crossed the Webway Gate and entered Commorragh.
"Let's go." Boris looked at the opened entrance to the sealed webway and turned to leave.
The other Death Wing members followed closely behind.
This will be the most horrific disaster in the history of Comoros.
Those Dark Eldar who desire to bring fear and despair to other beings will suffer the same fate.
The will of the Prince of Pleasure entered the Comoros.
This is something that countless Dark Eldar have been trying to avoid.
The sealed webway was opened, and the first person to know about it was undoubtedly the overlord of Comoros - Victor.
After receiving the news that the satellite area was attacked by humans, he ordered his men to take out the Staff of Asuryan and capture the slaves, preparing to sacrifice them to activate the power of the Staff of Asuryan.
We must let mankind know what it means that anyone who offends Comoros will be punished no matter how far away they are.
Who could have thought that humans were so cunning? As soon as he left Comoros, the other side launched an attack on Comoros.
Before they could return to defend, they received the dying reports of the Cabal warriors who were responsible for guarding the sealed Webway.
Humans simply broke the seal and released the minions of the God of Pleasure into Comoros.
This is undoubtedly a devastating disaster.
The minions of the God of Pleasure have restraint over the Eldar. No matter how many Dark Eldar warriors there are, they are nothing but food in front of the Demon of Pleasure and cannot exert their strength at all.
"Lord Victor, should we support the battle in the satellite zone or return to Comoros?" asked one of his men.
"Let's go back to Comoros first." Victor's face turned extremely ugly. He originally thought that with the strength of Comoros, he could still be on par with humans.
That was why he looked indifferent to Eldrar's advice.
His treasure house contains many artifacts from ancient times.
He believed that even if he could not defeat the empire, he would at least be able to give the other side a hard time.
Who could have thought that he had lost all his advantages just after the war began.
When Vitaly returned to Comoros, a massacre that would shock the universe had already begun.
The Empire carried out some destruction, took away what human prisoners they could find, and then evacuated the battlefield.
Today, those who wreak havoc in Comoros are the Daemons of Slaanesh who have been given the opportunity.
Monsters that feed on pain, torture, and murder.
The whole city was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair, with the desperate screams of the Comoros residents mixed with the cheers of the demons.
The Haemonculus hanging from the highest spire was wailing in despair loud enough for the entire city to hear.
That's the sound they always want their prey to make.
Now, it comes out of their mouths.
Victor stood on the bridge of the battleship, watching his life's work go to waste.
It was not until this moment that he realized how terrifying the gap between himself and the empire was.
"I'm glad to meet you for the first time. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the hunting queen of Prince Pleasure, Xia Laxi. Mo Zai."
A strange, sickly sweet voice sounded on Victor's battleship, and at the same time, a sweet aroma like rotten fruit came towards him.
Many of the conspiracy warriors showed expressions of horror.