Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Where backstabbing is the custom in the Comoros, the ruler without authority is no different from the dead.

The ending is worse than those bedbugs lingering in the bottom of the Comoros.

Since the establishment of Comoros to the present, when every ruler finally ends, the ending is extremely tragic.

For this reason, every Dark Eldar in a high position must live carefully.

If you are not careful, you may be doomed.

Victor stared at his confidant, Driel.

Killing intent had already appeared in his heart, but he still kept a smile on his face.

Questioning represents compromised authority.

It means that the opponent may challenge his own rule.

It will also let others see an opportunity.

Had it not been for the imminent threat of the Empire, a body would have appeared in the sewers of the Comoros the next day.

The Black Cabal will also welcome a new Archon.

Now, for the sake of the overall situation, Victor can only bear it temporarily, wait for this matter to pass, and then deal with the other party.

"Comores prohibits the use of psionic energy, but our ancestors have already grasped it very thoroughly. The essence of subspace is the aggregation of emotions. The emotions of creatures can leverage unparalleled power in that illusory kingdom. The blood sacrifice ceremony is One of the most effective methods is to use the despair and fear of the dead to leverage the unparalleled power."

"According to some ancient cipher text books, the staff of Asuryan had already considered using blood sacrifices to exert its power at the beginning of forging."

In order to be able to use the power of Asuryan's staff, Victor has done a lot of homework, and it can be said that he knows it well.

He even went to the Haemonculus Secret Society to consult the oldest guys.

Some of the Haemonculi have lived a long time, longer than Eldraar's old immortal, and know many secrets of the ancient times.

"If we can really leverage the power of this scepter, then the human empire will indeed have no way to pose a threat to us."

The chief executive officer of the Black Heart Conspiracy - Valosian had a sick look in his eyes, longing for killing and cruelty.

If the human army that was crusading this time can be wiped out, the prestige of Comoros will be greatly improved.

The Dark Eldar will become a lingering nightmare for the Imperium of Man.

Other Dark Eldar high-ranking people can also think of the huge benefits.

An Astor Tower fetches an extremely high price tag in the Comoros.

Who doesn't want to have a few more such powerful emperor's creations in their arena.

In that case, it will definitely drive the people of Comoros crazy.

The screams were bound to be even more deafening from those eager for a crueler, bloodier show.

Cheers to those Astertar fights and fights.

Comoros' prosperity will be pushed to a whole new level.

Victor saw the greed in these guys' eyes, and expressed contempt for them in his heart.

Before the war started, they were already thinking about how to distribute the spoils.

A bunch of greedy, dirty ghosts.

Take advantage of them, but never trust them.

Comoros' arena is always the favorite entertainment venue for Comoros residents.

They will cheer for every brutal fight and show.

Nourish the withered souls of others by witnessing their pain.

These lunatics yearn for endless immersion in the joy of killing, torture and other twisted behaviors.

The brutality in the arena is often unbelievable.

Among them, the arena controlled by the voodoo sect is the bloodiest and cruelest.

The Dark Eldar who can enter it all have a certain status in Comoros.

Each voodoo sect has its own arena.

This is both a display of their wealth and status.

It is also a theater of violence.

The amphitheatres of other civilizations are compared with the magnificent arenas such as the Crucible and the Morde Staircase with the arenas of the Dark Eldar, just like the contrast between a cottage and a palace.

Each of the Comoros arenas has its own deadly charm and unique challenges.

It is by no means as simple as catching and fighting.

From spinning blades to carnivorous beasts, complete with gravity wells. Inventive dangerous contraptions such as power reversal traps.

Bloody Ballet, Ten Thousand Beasts, Zero Gravity Escape, every project is so ingenious.

Everything imaginable, games that torment people and inspire fear can be found in the arenas of the Dark Eldar.

Among the numerous voodoo sects, the Battle Sect is definitely the most influential existence among these voodoo sects.

Their leader is Hespera, known as the Succubus.

Each of her gladiatorial fights will arouse the fanatical pursuit of the nobles of Comoros.

Countless people have spent a lot of money just to witness her graceful skills in slaughtering the losers.

The Crucible, occupied by the Battle Sect, is the most luxurious arena in the entire Comoros.

From the city-sized laser-cut zone to the gigantic black-grained living jade gallery, the Cult of the Battle stands as the Comoros' most majestic landscape.

A beast-like roar emanated from the remains of the Astartes hanging above the entrance to Crucible.

It was the remains of a warrior taken out of Dreadnought.

After being specially treated by the Haemonculus, it was hung above the arena to demonstrate the power of the arena to the residents of Comoros.

The Crucible, held by the Cult of the Battle, is home to the largest number of Astartes gladiators in the Comoros.

Every day, the nobles of the Comoros will cheer for the wonderful performances they bring.

"One day, the wrath of mankind will come upon you." The crippled Astartes roared angrily.

His anger made those Dark Eldar look fascinated.

The pain of others always gives these lunatics pleasure.

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 full of firepower towers and defensive turrets, enough to tear apart any behemoth that tries to attack the fortress.

Imperial soldiers lined up, patrolling back and forth on the city walls, alert to possible attacks.

Warplanes are hovering in the sky, and any unauthorized ship is not allowed to pass through the city's port.

Those who try to break through will end up as a pile of rotten iron in the webway, dragged back to the furnace by the Mechanicians, and decomposed into various basic materials.

The Dark Angels accepted the mission of the Emperor of the Empire, and they will go deep into the webway to destroy the Dark Eldar.

The city built at the node of the webway is their last supply station, and if they go deeper, there will be no human cities.

When it comes to art, Dorne is not the best of the primarchs.

When it comes to the construction of a fortress, his talent is absolutely unmatched by other Primarchs.

Boris couldn't imagine that he was in a building made by humans.

The walls stretch infinitely towards the sides, bending and turning in higher dimensions, forming a city that is boundless but limited.

Looking from every corner of the city wall, what you see is an endless city wall without end.

Boris has seen many tall and majestic buildings.

The ground is connected to the airport in low earth orbit.

A super-giant hive city that occupies a continent.

Suspended in the sky, like a fortress in the city of the sky.

It is another unique experience to stand on a city platform that is large enough for a Celestial-class battleship to pass through.

When he turned around, he could see the towering building behind him.

The city is paved with hundreds of ports for ships to pass through.

Countless transport ships are being inspected by port personnel.

Once inspections are complete, the ships will be able to use the repaired webway to reach their destination safely.

The fortresses distributed on the edge of the webway will block all threats from the webway belonging to humans, ensuring the absolute safety of ships.

The sheer volume of the Webway Fortress is difficult to measure with the standards of mortals.

It is divided into three layers from top to bottom.

The uppermost layer belongs to the troops stationed in the fortress, like a honeycomb, a large number of military vehicles are stored here.

Once an emergency crisis breaks out, the fighter planes here are released like a swarm of bees, strangling the enemy.

The layer in the middle is the widest and most populous.

It has a residential area and a commercial area, as well as a transit area for cargo turnover.

People live and play on the second level as if they were on other planetary worlds.

The bottom layer is the port area, and those raised piers are connected by communication and energy supply cables, like giant spiders randomly spreading their webs over the mountains.

The whole fortress is like a spindle, with small ends and a large middle.

All this made Boris feel his own insignificance.

Wearing power armor, he is just a speck of dust in front of this magnificent building.

"If he hadn't seen it with his 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 to look, and his bodyguard moved out of the way.

"Lord Ezekiel." Boris saluted Ezekiel.

The other party nodded, and walked to Boris' side along the path that the guards gave way to.

"Do you feel sincere respect for Lord Dorne's talent, he has shaped this magnificent city."

"The appearance of every miracle is worthy of people's respect for its creator." Boris looked at the magnificent transport ship like a giant beast.

Each ship is so huge, full of supplies from all over the galaxy, gathered here.

It's like mountains with many mountains.

Each mountain range is a slowly moving space ship.

Boris had never imagined such a grand scene before.

Now, it actually appeared before his eyes.

Those majestic transport ships spewed out blue plasma, pushing the heavy steel body.

They moved slowly, entered the port for inspection, and then followed the webway to their destination.

The queue of these ships has no end in sight.

Every corner of the eye is these moving metal giants.

"It is our mission to protect such wonders from destruction by the malevolence of the universe."

Ezekiel smiled, "There are always enemies who want to destroy these and drag mankind into the abyss."

Looking at the mountain-like ships, Boris asked, "Is the battle against the Dark Eldar ready to start?"

"Yes, Azrael has reached a strategic plan with several other chapter leaders. In addition to attacking the satellite areas of Comoros, they will also launch a surprise attack on the main body of Comoros."

"Deathwing is perfect for such a task. We are good at raiding and decapitating the enemy."

"The task of raiding the main city of Comoros is extremely dangerous, and those Dark Eldar have a lot of strange methods." Ezekiel stared at Boris and said, "You have to be mentally prepared."

"I know that Deathwing has accepted the most difficult task since its inception." Boris didn't have any fluctuations.

For Deathwing, death is not a difficult thing to accept.

When they were selected into the first company, they had already made such psychological preparations.

"The Comoros was built in the depths of the webway, and the Dark Eldar used the characteristics of the webway to prevent the Prince of Pleasure from poisoning them. According to some information obtained from the torture of the Dark Eldar captives, Comoros once broke out Demons have invaded the world, and for this reason, they have closed some webway entrances. If these webway entrances can be opened, the destruction of Comoros will only happen sooner or later.”

Ezekiel's plan was simple. The Dark Eldar's greatest fear was Slaanesh's desire for their soul.

This is why the Comoros love cruelty and killing so much.

They must harvest their souls in this way, so as to extend their lives and replenish their souls.

Opened the portal to the webway, allowing demons to enter the Comoros.

For the Dark Eldar, the humans' plans to bring the Pleasure Demons into the Comoros are diabolical.

Boris looked as usual, and was not moved by Ezekiel's words.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to the people of the empire.

Any shameless means are not too much to deal with the gang of lunatics in Comoros.

Only by completely eradicating this cancer can human beings get rid of those fears.

Fiery mirages flicker between the sky and the earth.

There is no sun in this weird space, but the light is stinging to the eyes, and the roiling heat waves rise from the ground, distorting the light from afar.

The dome of the sky radiated a dazzling light, covering the dry surface.

The dry and cracked earth is dusty and covered with salt and alkali.

The land is flat, and the endless plain extends to the horizon without trace.

This is not a realm of reality, but an illusory space that belongs to God.

A huge dragon covered in silver armor was crouching on the dry ground.

There were wounds all over the dragon's body, dripping bright red blood.

Every drop of blood that falls will cause a sizzling sound on the ground.

It endured the high-temperature scorching, just lying down like that, as if slowly waiting for the passing of life.

A gust of wind blew by, opening the eyes of the closed dragon.

It looked at the barren plain, and the vortex appeared from a distance, drifting across the land, rolling up dust.

A figure emerged from the dust.

The gold and blue armor shines brightly, and the long sword lies quietly in the scabbard at the waist.

A crown of laurel leaves was worn on the forehead of the visitor, exuding a noble atmosphere.

"Your strength is getting stronger." The dragon stared at the humans in front of him, his voice was like thunder.

"Is this your spiritual world?? It means silence and death."

Guilliman looked around and said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter how the spiritual world is. Why did you come here? That's what I care about most." The giant dragon stared at the humans in front of it, its huge dragon pupils wrinkled slightly, revealing danger and warning.

"We are allies. It is normal to care about you." Guilliman did not show any abnormality because of the hostility of the void dragon, but looked at the other party and examined the wound on the huge dragon's body.

"Allies?" The Nether Dragon showed a mocking look, "I can see the same essence as mine from your eyes, that is deceit. For existences like us, loyalty and trust do not exist. You have more Evil purpose, human being, you came here for that purpose, don't try to cover up anything, lies are meaningless before God."

"God? Do you still think so?" Guilliman showed a bit of surprise, but he didn't waste any more time, but took out a ball, "Your device is very powerful, a piece of Star God fragment."

The Nether Dragon showed a rare greedy expression.

Fragments of the same kind contain power far exceeding that of other creatures. If he can swallow them, he can recover most of his power.

"You are much more powerful than I imagined. It seems that the destruction of the Necrons is already doomed." The Nether Dragon moved its huge dragon head close to Guilliman, and those yellow-brown eyes seemed to contain a bright starry sky. .

"They are just afterimages and echoes of the past, and defeating them will not give me any sense of success." Guilliman played with the ball in his hand and looked at the Nether Dragon, "I know you want this, but you Gotta give something."

"What do you want?" Nether Dragon asked.

"Your freedom." Guilliman said: "My enemies are more than I imagined, and now there is another one, I have to consider winning a few more allies."

"You want me to be your slave? Is this how you win over your allies?" The Nether Dragon's tone was filled with disgust, and Long Tong stared at Guilliman without concealing his hostility.

"I am the God of Stars. Before you humans appeared in this cosmic starry sky, I was already an invincible existence in this starry sky. If it weren't for those damn space undead, you wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of me. "

"Forget it, you and I both know what a so-called god is." Guilliman didn't care about the Nether Dragon's anger and hostility. "You can choose. If you refuse, I can form an alliance with others."

"Like it." Guilliman took out the ball in his hand, "Who is the food, you or it? It's just on my mind. You can choose to refuse, but it shouldn't."

"Are you threatening me?" The Nether Dragon spread its wings and roared, shaking the whole world.

At this moment, its figure has become extremely huge, covering the sky and the sun, and the stars are just playthings at his fingertips. Green flames are burning all over its body, exuding a frightening aura.

This is the star god.

They used to feed on stars and extinguish them at will.

"Surrender, or die." Guilliman's body became equally huge.

Standing in front of the Nether Dragon, the whole world is in his hands.

The Nether Dragon is like a moth crouching in his palm.

This ancient star god can be crushed to death with two palms together.

"The spiritual world is a world of competing wills. In this field, absolutely no creature can compete with me." Guilliman used a firewall to connect the wills of the entire human race.

he is man himself

What the Nether Dragon fought against was not only him, but the will of the entire human race.

The star god is immortal.

But they are not invincible.

Facing the crushing of the will of the entire race, they will have an ending more terrifying than death.

"You are a lunatic." The Nether Dragon roared as he watched the human being who had defeated him in his spiritual domain.

But after a while, it still lowered its head and made a gesture of submission.

A golden and blue laurel wreath imprint appeared on the huge dragon body, just like the imprint of blessings given by the gods to their believers.

The two reappeared in that barren world, Guilliman already standing on top of the Nether Dragon.

For Star God, this is undoubtedly a kind of humiliation.

But in the face of the power and power that it cannot resist, other than surrender, it has only one way to die.

"We are allies." After leaving these words, Guilliman threw the ball to the Nether Dragon, "Be honest, don't force me to kill you one day."

Guilliman was still sitting on his mechanical throne when he opened his eyes.

The confrontation with the Nether Dragon just now was just a confrontation of spiritual will.

To make sure the guy was on this side, Guilliman went a little too far.

For the upcoming final battle, such behavior is understandable.

A suspended light curtain appeared in front of Guilliman.

Word had reached Terra that the Emperor's Scythes and the Wailers were within a single step of being decimated.

The matter was tightly sealed.

Except for important figures such as Marshal of the Imperial Army-Waldo and Prime Minister of the Empire-Penny, no one else has the right to know.

The third stage of reinforcement for many warbands was regarded by Guilliman as the most important thing to do.

Seeing the powerful combat power of the cancerous monster, Guilliman also knew very well that Yogg-Sothoth, the omniscient and omnipotent, possessed power beyond his imagination.

The cancerous monster is probably just the tip of the iceberg of the opponent's strength.

None of the mighty old monsters and old gods appeared.

It would be ridiculous to say that the Cancerous Legion is all Yogg-Sothoth's power is.

Yogg-Sothoth, the three-pillar god, is just another side of the god of ignorance.

It is by no means an easy task to defeat the opponent.

The only thing he can do is to regain the Eye of Terror and drive the opponent's forces out of the galaxy.

"It's getting more and more troublesome." Guilliman's eyebrows became serious.

Before the minions of the Four Gods were cleaned up, the troublesome thing called the cancerous legion came.

You have to speed up yourself too.

In addition to the construction of the augmented reality universe, the construction of the subspace army cannot be left behind.

The Legion of the Cursed, as well as the heroes of the empire, still have potential that has not been tapped.

How can death be the end of responsibility? ?

As long as the soul is not reduced to flying ash, everyone has 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 pleasure of the enemy.

Human beings also need to master the technology of rebirth in the subspace. Those fighters have worked so hard to cultivate them, and they will be gone after they die.

Those evil gods' subordinates are always reborn, who can bear it if they continue to fight like this.

Only wicked people can deal with wicked people.

To deal with evil gods, you have to be more shameless than those guys.

The war against the Comoros came quickly.

The closed webway was opened by humans.

In order to express their support for the Empire, some Ark Eldar stood against their cousins.

With the help of these Eldar, the Dark Eldar's defensive strategy of sealing the entrance to the webway has failed.

Several satellite areas have been violently attacked by humans.

Those satellite regions are also ancient and can be traced back to the kingdom before the fall. They are extremely secretive and are the perfect place for the Dark Eldar to carry out their evil rituals and plans.

Attempts to traverse those areas have long been decidedly suicidal ventures.

Those twisted spiers hide countless Eldar pirates,

In addition, there are alien mercenaries, and bounty hunters will also be active here.

The empire's attack was extremely swift and violent.

When the webway was opened, huge regiments of titans and knights and heavy tanks were dropped to the ground.

The Dark Angels are brutal in their methods, dedicated to erasing all traces of the Dark Eldar.

The pirates and mercenaries hidden in the buildings suffered an unprecedented blow.

The overwhelming artillery fire covered the sky, and every building was blown into ruins.

The human empire did not engage in any street fighting, but crushed any possible resistance with powerful artillery fire.

The titans of the Empire tore down every building, burning every corner with weapons the size of buildings.

Knights, heavy tanks, and artillery clusters carry out saturation bombing of every ruined location that may hide the enemy.

The target will not be transferred to cover another area until it is safe to do so.

Azrael was wearing a set of black power armor that matched his identity, moving among the ruins like a black sculpture.

His face was masked by a skull, and his breastplate was decorated with the imperial aquila, with a huge pendant hanging from it.

The artillery fire shook the intricate city, and the black smoke blocked the light of the sky.

The Dark Angels would occasionally pull a Dark Eldar or alien mercenary out of the ruins, pull the trigger, and execute them straight away.

"Let me go, I'm a human being." From the ruins, several men ran out with frightened faces.

A dark angel glanced at the clothes on his body and pulled the trigger directly.

The huge explosive bomb directly tore apart the other party's body, leaving only a pile of wreckage on the ground.

These human beings who colluded with the Dark Eldar for their own interests are also within the scope of execution.

The Dark Angels will not spare any of them.

Azrael showed no mercy, he watched those people be executed.

Colluding with the enemy is also a kind of betrayal.

The Empire will never forgive betrayal of any kind.

"Go forward and erase this city." Azrael said in a deep voice: "Except for those human prisoners captured by the Dark Eldar, don't leave any other survivors, and don't leave any memory about this city."

The Dark Eldar in the satellite area quickly launched a counterattack, and overwhelming high-speed aircraft and various firepower devices fired at the empire one after another.

However, the firepower of the Empire far exceeds that of the Dark Eldar.

Those fighter planes were shot down like flying birds. Not long after the battle, the battlefield was full of damaged aircraft and the corpses of the Dark Eldar.

The army of the empire is like a tide, driving powerful war machines into the battlefield continuously.

When the Dark Eldar knock down a Titan, ten Titans will be found thrown into battle.

Those human soldiers unleashed their firepower on any place where people might hide, making the raid a worthless thing.

Human beings reject any shadow areas, but rely on their own brutal firepower to flatten the entire city.

Every building was destroyed.

Those Dark Eldar who tried to use their speed to rush into the human battle formation were all mercilessly slaughtered by the original cast warriors.

All kinds of defeats have forced the Dark Eldar and their allies to confront humans head-on, giving up their speed advantage.

Faced with a head-on confrontation, the Dark Eldar couldn't recover much from their decline.

In the face of the concerted efforts of human forces, the Dark Eldar, who originally liked to betray, fought on their own, unable to form a joint force at all.

The hard-earned lines of defense collapsed within a short period of time, leaving piles of corpses on the ground.

One failure leverages another failure.

The hypocrisy and viciousness of the Dark Eldar have terrified humans the most in the past.

Now it has become their Achilles' heel.

Various voodoo sects and cabal groups have their own secrets, and no one can trust the other.

When a line of defense collapsed, they immediately wondered in their hearts whether the other party fled the battle and betrayed their allies.

Doubt, once born, is as inescapable as a gangrene.

One by one they abandoned the lines they should have defended.

In order not to be abandoned by their allies and fall into crisis, they decisively chose to abandon their allies and put the other party in crisis.

When the Dark Eldar plundered, they could still work together.

This is based on the fact that the enemy is much weaker than them and has more than enough benefits.

But when it came to this kind of frontal battlefield, the Dark Eldar became a mess.

There is no trust, no awareness of self-sacrifice, and no benefit at all.

How could they cooperate.

Not stabbing the opponent with two swords in the back is regarded as a good moral level.

Under Azrael's orders, the Dark Angels and accompanying Primaris warriors carried out a systematic massacre of the Dark Eldar.

From jagged spires to dark atriums to pain-filled manufacturing plants, in this city of bloody spectacle and torture, carnage after scene is inhumane.

Imperial soldiers have a penchant for homomorphic revenge.

They reenacted the massacres of the Dark Eldar against human cities.

The city's sewers and stairs are full of massacred corpses.

Those twisted arenas, its guests were also massacred.

Those iron hooks that were once used to hang the losers are now all hung with Dark Eldar.

Hanging there like strips of bacon, eyes craving madness covered with unimaginable terror.

The Dark Eldar are well aware of what they face when they die.

Unprotected, they will be the food and playthings of the Prince of Pleasure.

The news of the human invasion of the satellite area echoed in every corner of the Comoros as if it had grown wings.

As revenge for the former looting targets of the Dark Eldar, human beings' war methods against the Dark Eldar are extremely cruel.

They took no captives, but put them all to death.

Residents of the Comoros were excited at first.

Humans who dare to attack Comoros are undoubtedly asking for their own death.

But the news from the front line quickly made them fall into fear.

Every building was knocked down, Cabal warriors and Pain Engines attempted to raid human positions, all slaughtered by the long-awaited Adeptus Astartes.

Whether it is firepower or the size of the army.

This offensive of the empire has horrified the residents of the Comoros.

They really couldn't imagine why the empire could gather such a huge legion in the webway and launch an attack on them.

However, they hadn't waited for them to understand the reason, let alone explore what the empire was doing in the webway.

In the sky above the city of darkness, a webway entrance was opened.

A human fleet pierced in like a sharp sword.

Those magnificent warships appear in front of the residents of Comoros like standing Gothic war fortresses.

Before they could react, the empire's ships launched a devastating bombing.

A series of destruction beams and nuclear bombs were released.

Within a few breaths, countless tower-like nuclear explosion flames rose into the sky, and the huge shock wave shattered countless Dark Eldar buildings.

Followed by flashes of teleportation, the Dark Eldar were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Primaris warriors.

This is a naked massacre.

Human beings have used all kinds of extermination weapons in Comoros without any scruples.

The huge battleship poured firepower towards the Comoros without stopping for a moment.

Imperial warships are also pouring out of the webway entrance.

The Dark Eldar attempted to regain control of the airspace, sending out large numbers of Needlecraft, Voidravens and Razors.

The empire released a larger fleet of fighter jets.

When a dark Eldar pilot took off in a fighter plane, he found that there were human fighter planes with double-headed eagle emblems all over the place.

The battle between the two sides quickly became fierce, and many areas of Comoros were destroyed, leaving only wreckage and broken arms.

Compared with the satellite areas, the residents of Comoros are more brave.

Like sharks seduced by blood, they came from all directions, trying to participate in this battle.

Even the voodoo sects unleashed their gladiators.

However, in front of the Deathwing led by Captain Boris of the Dark Angels Chapter, it was just a desperate struggle.

Several figures moved in the shadows at an incredible speed.

It's like a conceived ship's rail, hovering at the edge of sight.

The Dark Eldar warriors of the Cabal can use a variety of technological equipment to sneak in the shadows.

Boris' eyes followed the enemy's movements.

The opponent's tricks didn't work for him.

With the help of the Imperial Heart, he was able to see those creatures and individuals moving at super speed.

When the opponent launched an attack, Boris pulled the trigger.

The huge explosive bomb shattered the cabal warrior who was trying to kill him.

The rest of the Dark Eldar didn't end well either.

They were executed one by one by Boris' battle-brothers.

Moments later, dozens of broken corpses were lying on the dark pier.

Boris bypassed the corpses of these guards and walked towards his destination.

He didn't go straight to capture the overlord of the Comoros, Victor.

Instead, he entered a port in Comoros with a Deathwing.

There is a webway entrance here, big enough for a cruiser to enter and exit.

The Dark Eldar sealed it up.

Victor even sent his own conspiracy group of warriors to protect this place from being spied on by others.

"Powerful aetheric waves unleash here." A Deathwing Chapter thinker sensed the malice behind the Webway, howling the twisted Inanimate, looking forward to entering the Comoros.

"Remove the seal here, and then retreat." Boris calmly issued an order that would destroy the entire Comoros without any fluctuations on his face.

Several psychic bombs were placed on statues and force field devices inscribed with Eldar spells.

Accompanied by a burst of energy screams, the originally closed webway opened.

Light from the highest heaven poured into Comoros like water.

Blood-curdling screams pierced the icy air.

It was a single, quivering tone, like that of a tortured soul.

One by one, the chorus of pain crossed the Webway Gate and entered the Comoros.

"Let's go." Boris looked at the opened entrance of the sealed webway, turned and left.

The rest of the Deathwing members followed suit.

This will be the most horrific disaster in the history of the 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 countless Dark Eldar have been trying to avoid.

The sealed webway was opened, and the first person to know was undoubtedly the overlord of the Comoros, Victor.

After receiving the news that the satellite area was attacked by humans, he ordered people to take out the Asuryan Staff, and captured the slaves, preparing to sacrifice and activate the power of the Asuryan Staff.

Let mankind know what it means to commit crimes against Comoros, even if they are far away, they will be punished.

Who could have imagined that human beings are so cunning that the other party launched an attack on Comoros as soon as he left Comoros.

Before he had time to go back to the defense, he got the death report from the warriors of the conspiracy group who were responsible for guarding the sealed webway.

Humans directly destroyed the seal and put the minions of the God of Pleasure into Comoros.

This is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

The minions of the God of Joy have restraint on the Eldar, no matter how many Dark Eldar warriors are delivering food in front of the Joy Demon, they can't exert their strength at all.

"Master Victor, shall we support the battle in the satellite area, or return to Comoros?" asked one of his subordinates.

"Go back to Comoros first." Victor's face became extremely ugly. He originally thought that with the strength of Comoros, he could still be on an equal footing with humans.

That's why he looked indifferent to Eldrar's advice.

His treasury contains many ancient artifacts.

He thought that even if he couldn't win the empire, it would be enough for the opponent to drink a pot.

Who would have thought that he had already lost all his advantages just after the war started.

When Victor returned to Comoros, a massacre that could shock the universe had already begun.

The empire carried out some destruction, and after taking away the captive human prisoners who could be searched and rescued, they withdrew from the battlefield.

These days, it is the demons of Slaanesh who have been given their chance to ravage the Comoros.

Those monsters that feed on pain, torture, and slaughter.

An atmosphere of desperation shrouded the entire city, the desperate screams of Comorian residents mixed with the cheers of the demons.

The haemonculi hanging from the tallest spire were wailing in despair enough to be heard throughout the city.

That's the sound they've always wanted their prey to make.

Now, it comes out of their mouths.

Victor stood on the bridge of the battleship, watching his life's work come to naught.

Only now did he realize how terrifying the gap between himself and the empire was.

"I'm very glad to meet you for the first time. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am a member of Prince Joy, Queen of Hunting, Shalasi Demon Calamity."

A weird, cloyingly sweet voice sounded on Victor's battleship, and at the same time, there was an aroma as sweet as rotten fruit rushing towards him.

All the warriors of the conspiracy group showed terrified expressions.