Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 283 90, Slaves of the Comoros Arena
Weapons produced in the Comoros are notorious for their violation of the laws of the material universe and their pursuit of more effective killing.

Explosive guns and psionic weapons are perfect symbols.

These terrifying weapons can make a creature disappear from this world forever with just one attack, without even a trace of flesh and blood left. This is somewhat similar to the Gauss weapons of the Necrons.

These weapons have demonstrated their value in countless wars.

But now, they have failed their master's expectations.

When the weapons in the hands of the Dark Eldar fired brilliant beams of light at the Slayer's ranks, the mental barriers surrounding the Slayer, these invisible defensive force fields, only rippled slightly, and then had no other effect.
The mental barrier is the product of the combination of the human mental force field and the beastman force field. It is an invisible but most solid wall that originates from the heart of life.

No matter how vicious and powerful the enemy is, it can only destroy the body of a life, but cannot break into the heart of the creature. This spiritual defense is now transformed into a physical barrier, and the beastman's force field even gives it the ability to distort the laws of physics.

In front of such a defense matrix, the energy weapons that the Dark Eldar were so proud of seemed like a joke.

The Doom Slayer harvested the lives of the Dark Eldar in an orderly manner.

The Rust tank left diamond-like tracks on the blood-lubricated surface of the street, crushing the flesh and bloody corpses of the Dark Eldar warriors.

The Destroyer Armored Corps surrounded the tanks and advanced slowly.

The iron boots trampled on the enemy's bones and blood, making a puffing sound. When the bones and flesh were trampled into a mixed meat paste, the soles of the feet stepped on it, making a slippery sound.

The Warmaster's legions have been through hundreds of battles. They have been in and out of the most dangerous Jedi and captured the most solid fortresses. Whether it is the kingdom of the gods or the tide of the Zerg, they have faced it head-on and finally survived.

They are true warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles and whose blood is still hot. Even the most ordinary Astra Militarum among them has war experience far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the eyes of these veterans, the fortifications carefully prepared by the Dark Eldar were even a bit crude, and the corpses of the Dark Eldar were piled here at random.

The broken horror engine was jumping with electric light and had lost its function. The whip at the tail was swinging unconsciously, and was then shot by more than a dozen laser weapons of the Empire.

Suddenly, dozens of dark shadows approached, jumping in the darkness at an extremely fast speed.

Even the laser beams that cut through space were easily dodged by them.

"Concentrate your fire and don't let them get close!" a Destroyer commander yelled.

The commander used mind control to activate the energy weapon. Two huge gun barrels extended from the armor behind him. Shining beams of light lit up continuously, blocking the actions of the Dark Eldar.

Lasers were fired continuously at an overclocked frequency, as if a pair of wings of light suddenly spread out behind him.

The other Destroyer warriors also followed their leader's example, activating energy weapons and launching covering fire on the enemy.

The small nuclear reactor built into their armor provides energy, so they can sustain even this kind of high-frequency laser scanning for a long time.

Beams of destruction rained down like raindrops, and the Dark Eldar squad suffered heavy casualties before they could barely get close to the Destroyer squad.

Before they had the chance to start killing, they saw the Destroyer Armor's mechanical arms ejecting single-molecular battle blades, which emitted cold rays in the air.

A dark Eldar didn't even have time to react before his arm was cut off by the soldier's blade connected to his arm armor, and then pierced into his abdomen.

The Dark Eldar with a pierced abdomen was lifted up by an armored mechanical arm and then thrown ten meters away like garbage.

The moment the blade separated from the wound, a large amount of blood spurted out from the Dark Eldar's cut artery.

With a dull thud, the Dark Eldar's corpse twitched unconsciously on the ground.

"Forward, in the name of the Warmaster, for the glory of Catachan!" the commander roared.

Fighter planes roared over their heads, providing them with air support.

The fierce barrage of bullets and white phosphorus incendiary bombs cleared most of the obstacles ahead for the soldiers on the ground battlefield. Missiles landed in the enemy's lines one after another. The slave warriors and dark elves who tried to attack them all howled in pain in the flames.

For Comoros, the bad news does not end there.

As the imperial warriors destroyed the city's walls, a massive upheaval broke out within the Comoros.

In the Dark Eldar's arena, a flood of slaves are trying to overthrow their masters.

A scarred Astartes monk picked up the Dark Eldar guard, pressed him into a dark corner and beat him madly.

He didn't drop the limp corpse in his hands until the Dark Eldar's head exploded completely.

"For the Emperor, for the Glory of the Chapter!" the escaped Astartes roared loudly, his voice carrying resentment that had been suppressed for countless years. This angry roar was echoed in the deep and cold slave dungeon.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Golden Throne!"

The voices that responded were all from the Astartes who were ambushed by the Dark Eldar and sold to this arena.

As the Imperial Legion advanced, the Dark Arena's guards became more vacant than ever.

The Dark Eldar thought that these ape slaves had long lost their blood and would not dare to resist them, but they underestimated the indomitable will of the Space Marines.

The Space Marines used their acidic body fluids to break the cage first and killed the unsuspecting Dark Eldar guards.

The soldier, who was only wearing a tattered piece of cloth, had a fierce light in his eyes, and hatred drove him to desire killing.

His long career as a gladiator caused problems with his nervous system.

The warrior's name was 'Dak'. When the blood of the Dark Eldar splashed before his eyes, he seemed to have returned to a hundred years ago.

One hundred years ago, he received a rescue signal and went to save the world that was invaded by aliens.

But it was a trap. The world had been sacked by the Dark Eldar, who used traitors among the humans to send them false rescue signals and provide them with wrong information.

His company was caught off guard and encountered a sneak attack by the Dark Eldar.

When Dak broke the enemy's ambush and returned to his camp.

Only countless broken limbs and arms were left in the camp. The corpses of the Astartes brothers and the servants of the regiment were made into various so-called works of art by the Prophet of Flesh and Blood.

The dying roar of the battle brothers was recorded by the enemy, placed on the flagpole of the Imperial Sky Eagle flag, and played on a loop.

The statue of the God-Emperor was toppled to the ground, smeared with the blood of the Chapter's servants, these abominable xenos, blaspheming the Lord of Mankind in this way.

An Astartes recruit was subjected to the most extreme torture. He was still breathing, but when Dak revived him, he had only one request -

"Kill me, brother."

The new recruit's pleading voice still echoed in Dak's ears even after a hundred years.

He suffered endless pain and his comrades were subjected to all kinds of cruel tortures in front of him, tormenting his mind and soul.

But he was powerless and could only watch it all.

Dark understood the pain of his battle-brother and showed him mercy himself.

However, he himself was captured alive by these aliens under siege by the Dark Eldar, starting a nightmare worse than death.

Dak's heavy footsteps were clearly audible in the dark and deep corridor, and he had no idea what was happening outside.

But he could see that the Dark Eldar had been invaded, and the defenses here were weaker than ever before.

This is a great opportunity for him.

This is not to say that he hopes to escape in this rare opportunity - all he wants is revenge, and to drink as much blood of the Dark Eldar as possible. This is his only desire. He is well aware of the strict defense of Commorra, and with his slaves, there is absolutely no chance for him to break out of this sinful city.

Unless the human army can capture this place.

But this is impossible, given the empire's vast territory, chaotic bureaucratic system, and countless wars and emergencies every year.

The High Council simply cannot spare any energy to deal with the Dark Eldar.

Being able to drive these aliens out of the empire's territory is a manifestation of extremely high administrative efficiency.

Five Space Marines came out from the dark dungeon and followed Dark in silence.

They belonged to different chapters, but made the same choice at this time.

All they seek is an honorable death in battle.

Instead of becoming a slave, a plaything of aliens, and being shamefully slaughtered.

Several Space Marines picked up the alien guns and used alien weapons, which was not allowed in the Holy Scriptures of the State Religion.

But now no one cares what the state religion says.

Countless slaves swarmed out, and even various monsters imprisoned in the depths of the arena poured out.

There are many monsters, but none of them are so blind as to dare to provoke the six Space Marines.

Able to survive in the Dark Eldar arena for decades, or even over a hundred years, the killing skills of these Space Marines have reached the pinnacle of mortals.

The hostility in them is almost materialized.

The Dark Eldar nobles quickly mobilized the guards to suppress the slaves' rebellion.

Those dark eldar warriors wore tight armor and held long whips that could inflict extreme pain on their enemies.

Various alien creatures ran out of the dungeon and trembled under their whips.

The severe nerve pain caused the giant beast to utter a mournful cry for mercy.

Long-term torture has made these giant beasts lose their wild nature to resist, just like the wild beasts in the circus who dare not resist their trainers.

Even though they have sharp teeth and claws.

Dak hid in the corner and took advantage of a dark Eldar warrior's unpreparedness to rush out.

The sharp blade in his hand pierced the opponent's neck without any hindrance.

Strong and powerful arms easily lifted the slender Dark Eldar and pressed him against the cold wall.

Blood flowed down the wall, forming a bloody stream.

The fierceness and brutality in his eyes made the remaining dark elves shudder.

He opened his mouth to summon his companions, but his throat was pierced and he could only make meaningless gurgling sounds, with blood flowing out of his mouth.

"It's time to pay your debt." Dak whispered to the Dark Eldar.

After saying this, he raised the sharp blade in his hand and directly cut the opponent's neck in half, cutting off half of his chin.

Although the weapons of the Dark Eldar are strange, their lethality is indeed amazing.

Dak is a Space Marine, and even the dark passage is not much different from daylight in their eyes.

The stream formed by the blood of the Dark Eldar reflects Dak's current appearance.

He was muscular, tall, and dressed in tattered clothes. One of his eye sockets was empty, and the eyeball had disappeared.

The only remaining completely black eye was filled with pain and violence. Seeing this shadow, Dak knew that he had become a monster.

A monster that was tortured by the Dark Eldar themselves and escaped from its cage.

There were slight noises coming from the darkness, and other Space Marine slaves also dealt with the Dark Eldar guards they encountered.

With the help of picked up weapons, they killed silently in the darkness. Only in this way could they relieve the depression in their hearts.

Even the Dark Eldar were ambushed by these Space Marines with superb killing skills.

In order to forcefully suppress these Space Marines, the guards concentrated their firepower, gradually forcing them into a blind spot, preparing to put an end to them once and for all.

With a violent explosion on the dome of the arena, the efforts of the Dark Eldar failed.

The human army shattered the dome of the arena, and armored Space Marines descended from the sky, easily suppressing the Dark Eldar with their powerful force.

Dak stood there in a daze. He didn't expect that it was actually the Imperial Army that invaded Comoros.

Although the soldiers pouring in were wearing fully enclosed armor.

But Dak still recognized the other party's identity from the double-headed eagle logo on his armor.

He missed this symbol so much that during the hundred years he was imprisoned in the arena, Dark once carved a double-headed eagle emblem on a stone slab with his fingers in a damp dungeon.

In his desperate and painful life as a slave, the double-headed eagle was his only belief to survive.

Dak watched in silence as the Imperial soldiers suppressed the Dark Eldar.

He had a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything.

During the hundred years he was held captive, the only humans he saw were those fighting for their lives in the gladiatorial arena.

Sometimes, he would duel with other Space Marines.

They will stop when the winner is decided. The loser will be willing to be killed to leave a chance for the winner to survive and to save face for himself.

Dak didn't know why he insisted on staying alive. Every creature that entered the Comoros Arena had no chance of getting out alive.

The arena will squeeze every drop of value out of the gladiators and then throw them to the Haemolyuks.

Let those monsters perform various physical transformations and tortures on the gladiators.

Falling into the hands of those terrifying Blood Orcs would be more terrifying than death and hell.

In a trance, Dak seemed to have returned to his days and nights in the slave cage.

He used his fingers to carve out the Imperial Sky Eagle on the stone slab bit by bit.

He spent a hundred years, a period of time equivalent to an ordinary person's lifetime, in agony.

"Colonel Devona, 1st Catachan Destroyer Armored Regiment, please report your position, soldier."

Commander Devona led the assault team to break through the arena. Les Mabo, who was with the team, had already run deep into the Dark Eldar's position to carry out the killing.

Devona was somewhat surprised. He did not expect to find the Space Marines captured by the Dark Eldar.

Looking at the tall, scarred warrior in front of him, Devona asked him.

(End of this chapter)