Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 281 88, Comoros
The Khan looked down at the boy, he smiled a little and slowly lowered himself.

The white and blue armor made sounds as he moved.

The Primarch's body was extremely tall, a small giant even for a Primaris Space Marine.

But to the two skinny children in front of them, both the Primarch and the Primaris warriors were as majestic as city walls.

The Khan knelt on one knee, and at this moment he suddenly remembered that his brother who was taller than him, Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, had also faced mortals in this way.

Ten thousand years of being lost finally softened Khan's proud heart. He was like Vulcan, showing his emotions in front of mortals, which was almost unheard of ten thousand years ago.

He tried to lower his posture as much as possible, but to the woman and child in front of him, he was still tall and majestic, and his extended shadow was enough to completely cover them.

"We are soldiers of the Empire. What's your name, little man?"

"Kmon," the boy answered, "I heard the men in the tavern say that the Warmaster will definitely save our world. My mother once told me that his angels are the protectors of all people. As long as we wait for the Warmaster to come with his angels, no matter how terrible the enemy is, it will be driven away. Our homeland will still belong to us. No enemy can take the city-states that belong to the empire from the Warmaster."

"You are the tallest and strongest man I have ever seen. You must be very powerful. I believe you must be the Warmaster's angel. Will you help us take back our homeland? My elders are still there. They are soldiers in the Planetary Guard and did not board the evacuation ship with us."

The teenage boy had hope in his eyes.
"Those metal skeletons are still invading our world. I want to go back and take a look after the Warmaster drives them all away. By the way, my hometown is called Vikia. It is a wonderful world with gardens, meadows, minerals, and special orchards."

The Khan patted the boy's shoulder gently.

"It will take some time for the Warmaster. For a heroic commander, he has too many enemies to deal with. He has to fight many enemies, but he will come. Just as you said - no enemy can take away the city-state that belongs to mankind. I promise you."

The boy nodded, and then he mustered up the courage to continue asking,

"Can I become a warrior like you in the future? I also want to fight the enemy, even if it means sacrificing my life. Many people are talking about how many people died in my hometown. My aunt is always crying where I can't see her. I think my father, brothers and elders must have died on the battlefield."

"I want to be a warrior like you, so that I can protect others. I don't want others to be like me and my sister, losing their loved ones and homes, being displaced, and unable to even find the remains of their elders. I also don't want others to suffer like my aunt, always shedding tears alone."

Looking at the boy's sad yet fiery eyes, the Khan was silent for a moment, and the Primarch's majestic body seemed to be cast under a spell of stillness.

The swift eagle was frozen in place by the boy's words.

After a while, he continued, "You will be stronger than me. A warrior's strength does not lie in his bravery, but in his heart. At least after I heard about what happened to my father, I was consumed by great panic, but you were not."

"Have your father and brother ever encountered misfortune?" the boy asked with his mouth slightly opened, somewhat surprised.

He couldn't imagine that such a powerful warrior like the one before him was also a poor fellow with the same suffering as him.

But this time, the Khan did not answer. Instead, he stood up, his majestic body rising again like a huge wall that could withstand all wind and rain.

"Thank you for chatting with me, Kemon. I have had too many words accumulated in my heart for a long time, but now is not the time to talk. I should go, because the enemy will not die because of my conversation with you, but with a knife."

The boy nodded, and Khan put his helmet back on. The sound was distorted by the helmet's speaker, mixed with a little electric sound.

"Take good care of your loved ones, little man Kemon. As a good warrior, you must learn to protect what you cherish."

Then the Khan and his descendants continued to move towards the capital of the Geno galaxy.

After talking with him, Kemon's face showed more determination. He walked towards the corner of the refugee shantytown with his sister and aunt.

"On the grassland, even a foal would let out a miserable whine after being separated from its parents. Look at how the war has devastated the people of the empire. A boy can actually talk about the death of his relatives in a numb tone."

Khan's tone was filled with anger and sadness.

Kuosaro, who was standing beside him, did not say a word and followed the Khan silently.

Human armies began to mobilize frequently, and worlds from major star regions began to divide their combat areas.

The Khan took the initiative to undertake the mission of vanguard, and the eagle of the grassland vowed to make those enemies pay with blood.

And in the webway, Dukel's advance continued.

The Webway Project is one of the greatest masterpieces of the Ancients, and even Dukel has to admire it.

The Eldar call the Webway the Labyrinth Dimension, but it is not actually a real dimension.

It is a network system that is incredibly complex.

Not only does it have mysterious main roads, but it also has countless winding, shining tunnels and bizarre linear pipes.

Just like the blood vessels in the human body, they are spread throughout the gap between the real universe and the subspace.

Over the past tens of millions of years, the Webway has not been maintained, making things even more chaotic.

Its presence is difficult to express in words.

Performing faster-than-light jumps is a trivial function of the Webway itself.

The ancient saints used the Webway to create a kingdom of their own between reality and fantasy.

Using the Webway to travel between countless distant lost worlds, even long-distance voyages will not be threatened by the unpredictable storms of the warp.

The webway could even block out the prying eyes of the Four Gods.

The uses of the Internet are almost endless, just waiting for others to discover and use them.

If you want to truly understand this maze, perhaps only the disappeared ancient saints can do it.

The reason why Duker thought so much was because he was already a little dizzy in the online lane.

Even with the guidance of the Goddess of Life, he and his army could not guarantee that they would always be on the right path.

But fortunately, the unreliable Eldar goddess is not the only one Duker relies on.

His extraordinary intuition also played an important role in this journey on the Internet.

Soon, following the Eldar’s Miracle City, another city-state buried deep in the dimension appeared in his sight.

Dukel soon learned the name of this city.

The high-ranking Eldar who experienced the Great Extinction in the past, with the help of the mystery and power of the Webway, found a respite deep in the dimension that even the gods could not reach.

So they built a city full of darkness and blood here - Comoros.

Due to the horror of this city, many people dare not call it by its name, but simply call it the City of Darkness or the City of Sin.

The size of Comoros is far beyond the description of a capital city.

It is a country, like the largest ant nest empire, floating in the void of the web world, and its scale is beyond people's imagination.

Comoros was once the most important network city of the Ancient Elven people, who used it as a transit point connecting all their major cities.

Countless webways converge here, and the ancient elves' fleets use them to travel to every corner of the real universe.

And Comoros is not a city-state composed of a single race, the Dark Eldar are only the main body. In the huge city, there are many different races of aliens, merchants, scavengers, mercenaries, traitors, criminals, bounty hunters. Many notorious beings are happy to live here for a long time.

As long as you can provide enough wealth and protect it, Comoros will be a paradise for all criminals.

There are no restrictions.

There are no morals or laws.

As long as you have wealth, you can buy anything you want here.

As long as the price is high enough, no matter what it is, someone will offer it with both hands.

The tricks played here are far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

It is worth mentioning that a long time ago, even the emperor lingered in this city-state.

It can be seen what a great place this is for pleasure seekers.

Comoros is surrounded by large and small webway exits leading to the real universe.

Thousands of spacecraft start their engines every day, entering or leaving the city.

Countless years have gradually deformed Comoros, and the city's search teams are constantly in the dimension, continuing to look for hidden spaces that can be used.

Today's Comoros is a combination of endless deformed buildings.

The huge starport was crowded with countless spaceships, and ships carrying slaves and spoils of war were constantly entering and exiting the webway of the Comoros world.

War, rebellion, and morbid enjoyment are the main themes of this deformed city.

There are several main passages above the Comoros that emit dazzling light. They are majestic and each one is large enough for a fleet to pass through easily.

The Dark Eldar clans control these passages, and thousands of ships go in and out, transporting dark goods from all corners of the universe here for trading.

It was also these webways that became the channels through which the Imperial War Marshal Dukel came to the door.

Dhukr comes here.

This dark city welcomed the most unromantic guest, who also brought the greatest destructive disaster.

The Dark Eldar are addicted to killing and pleasure, and they are always looking for something new and exciting.

Their souls are hungry at all times, and need to be filled by the suffering of other creatures.

After the Eldar Gods were slain by Slaanesh, the Eldar's fear of death reached its peak.

Some elves have no spirit bones, soul stones, or the protection of the Laughing God Xilego.

Once they die, their souls fall into the clutches of Slaanesh.

In order to avoid being devoured by Slaanesh, these Eldar can only please Slaanesh and torture others in exchange for their souls.

This is the origin of the Dark Eldar, who use all kinds of painful methods to torture their captives.

Only by filling the souls of the dead with pain and making them more valuable can one avoid having one's own soul devoured.

It is no exaggeration to describe the relationship between humans and the Dark Eldar as a blood feud.

The number of human slaves that Comoros now possesses is difficult to count, and there are even Space Marines captured by them in the arena.

There are countless twisted flesh and blood creatures created specifically to torture humans.

But the Dark Eldar never worry about human retaliation, because their capital is deep in the Webway, a place that the Imperium can never invade.

But the ambitious people in Comoros would never have imagined that one day, the human army would come knocking on their door.

Victor, the overlord of the Dark City, looked at the display screen in front of him. The light spots on it represented Comoros' defense system.

Even with the naked eye, one can see a series of starports and orbital defense platforms over Comoros.

In addition, there are a large number of space mines and automatic artillery turrets. These dense firepower points form a complete defense system.

Ever since Victor became the supreme ruler of Comoros, he has been able to rest easy with this defense system.

But when the imperial army actually invaded here, as far as the current situation was concerned, the defense system he was proud of seemed to be of no use.

No Eldar could have imagined it, and not even their prophets had received any prophecy.

Suddenly, a large number of human troops suddenly emerged from the webway on which they depended for survival.

Comoros had never encountered such a ferocious enemy before, thanks to the complex webway and its understanding of it.

Almost no one can enter quietly without being noticed by them.

But Dukel and his troops were the most perfect lurkers in the galaxy - it took them only a moment to kill all the vassal guards outside the Webway.

The guards on guard were all killed before they could react, so naturally no one would be able to detect their whereabouts.

At the entrance of the webway above Comoros, Dukel stood on the bow of the giant ship, rubbing the sharp blade of his sword gently with his fingers.

"Sword, come with me to this feast that is destined to be short." Dukel murmured to himself, and the sword in his hand seemed to have real life, trembling in response.

"Open fire!" The unromantic war commander had no sympathy for this world that indulged in sensual pleasures.

He ordered without hesitation.

When the golden giant eagle suddenly fell from the passage above Comoros.

Tens of thousands of shells gathered into a dense rain of fire and poured down.

There was no response, even the Dark Eldar who controlled these entrances and exits were filled with doubts.

Where did these humans come from?
But they had no time to think, because human artillery shells had replaced their thinking. The shells burned and smashed into those strange orbital turrets, and the light spears pierced the spaceships docked at the starport.

Countless giant missiles fell on the outer star fortress of Comoros like raindrops.

The wreckage, as big as a town, flew everywhere with the explosion and destroyed the tall and strange buildings.

The Comoros defense alarm sounded.

But it was too late, Dukel had arrived and destruction was imminent.

(End of this chapter)