Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 284 91, Comoros: Praise the Creator of the Intersection Land Forever!

"The Third Captain of the Silver Glory Regiment, Dak."

Dak, who had just killed several Dark Eldar guards, looked carefully at the warriors in front of him. He couldn't believe that these warriors who seemed to have descended from the sky were not Astartes, but a group of mortals.

All of them are exoskeleton mechanical armor and various firepower systems. These equipments can be said to be extremely luxurious.

For a moment, Dak even thought that a century of repression had caused disorder in his nervous system, resulting in these irrelevant hallucinations.

When did the equipment of these big-time soldiers of the Astra Militarum become so sophisticated? Even ordinary soldiers could use luxurious individual combat equipment that he had never seen before.

I have only been away from the empire for a hundred years, and everything has become unfamiliar.

Could it be that in the current Empire, even the Adeptus Astartes has been disbanded?

There was visible confusion on Dak's face, but the Destroyer's commander did not answer him.

Devona still has more important combat missions waiting for him to complete - such as finding Ma Bo who has disappeared.

"Will you continue to fight, or return to the medical cabin to rest?" Devona asked. "I can have a few people escort you back to the Imperial Fleet. Comoros is in chaos right now, and our army has not yet cleared a reliable safe zone in this dark city."

"I suggest that you return to the fleet." After explaining the current situation, Devona gave his advice.

"You haven't gone through the Primaris surgery yet, and you've lost your armor and weapons. You don't seem to be in the best mental state."

"Primarisization surgery?" Dark didn't understand this term for a moment.

Afterwards, he and several rescued Space Marines were sent back to the Catachan battleship high in the sky by the rescue team called by Devona.

Coming out of the port, Dak couldn't believe what he saw.

The Star Army soldiers, all dressed in heavy armor, walked onto the landing ship in neat rows.

Dak felt like he was dreaming. He had only been away from the Empire for a hundred years, but the Imperial Army had already become something he could not understand.

But the shock did not end there. Some taller warriors ran over from the other side. They were wearing heavy power armor and equipped with giant bolters and chainswords. Each of them was like a mobile artillery platform.

"Dak, you are still alive?" A voice came from the hill-like warrior.

The man took off his helmet. It was Dak's former comrade. "I'm sorry, when we arrived at the place where your signal disappeared, the Dark Eldar had disappeared, and you were gone too. We only found corpses all over the ground."

"Anyone else alive, Duck?"

The tall warrior asked cautiously.

Dak glanced at him, his mind was in a trance, "They are all dead, not a single one is left. Only I am left."

There was an undisguised pain in Dark's voice. The scars all over his body and the empty eye sockets silently told of a century of torture.

"As long as you survive, there is hope. We will avenge you and your brothers, Dak." The man patted Dak on the shoulder and spoke to comfort him.

"The dawn has come. Go and have a good rest, brother. It's safe now. I will come to see you after I complete this combat mission."

After saying this, that person left here with other Primaris Space Marines.

On the other side, the Eldar Harlequin Curtain Walker Xinland and others were also leading their troops to attack the defenses of their fallen compatriots.

As the Imperial Warmaster, Dukel would naturally not inform the Eldar buffoons before he decided to invade Commorros.

The reason why the Eldar troops were able to appear at such a perfect time was entirely due to the guidance of the Eldar Great Prophet Eldrar.

In fact, ever since Dukel's army entered the Webway, the Eldar have been closely monitoring their movements in secret ways.

They had reasons to do this - the goddess of life, Aisha, was still in Dukel's palm, and the Eldar were well aware of the dangers within the Webway. Once Dukel and the goddess of life got lost in the Webway, the Eldar would basically be doomed.

"You traitors without dignity, have actually degraded yourselves to become the hounds of those apes. Your bones are still as soft as before."

At this moment, Urien, the flesh and blood prophet of Comoros, was fighting with the great prophet of the Eldar. He tried to use verbal humiliation to shake the other party's heart and prompt the great prophet to reveal his spiritual flaws.

"Our style is not something a dying man should consider." Eldrar responded with disdain, holding his combat weapon, the Staff of Asmael.

Urian is a Haemolyx Overlord of the Flesh Prophets Society, a corrupt genius in the fields of flesh modification and anatomy.

He had no interest in the wealth and power of the Comoros, but instead used his talents to create pain.

He stayed in his laboratory, conducting cruel and horrific experiments again and again.

Even the Dark Eldar of Commorragh fear this master of pain.

No words in the world can describe the horrific experiments that Urien had conducted.

Eldrar is the Great Prophet of the Ulthwe Arkworld and the most far-sighted prophet of the Eldar besides Eldrad.

He fought hard against the Chaos of the Warp, hoping to free the Eldar from the threat of Slaanesh.

He had warned the Emperor that Horus would betray.

He also warned the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim.

Facts proved that he was right, but it also proved that fate could not be changed at all, and all his efforts seemed to be in vain.

In order to prevent Chaos from growing stronger, he attempted to destroy Fulm and the Emperor's Children.

This incident directly prompted Fulgrim to use virus weapons to destroy the Eldar's Craft World, and countless Eldar died as a result.

After this incident, Eldrar became very distrustful of humans, but he still worked in secret to help humans become the first line of defense against Chaos.

Now, he is actively persuading the Eldar army to join the campaign to eliminate the Dark Eldar.

He saw the dawn of the Empire piercing the long night, and the rise of mankind was inevitable. The Warmaster promised them that he would preserve the lives of the Eldar, and after destroying Chaos, he would allocate them a place among the stars to reproduce and thrive.

Eldrar did not feel any arrogance of the Eldar in his heart towards Dukel.

The Eldar may despise all humans, but they cannot despise this Warmaster.

The other party went deep into Nurgle's kingdom and took away their goddess of life with their own hands, completing what they had wanted to do but could not do for countless years.

Now, the lives of the Eldar are in the hands of the Imperial Warmaster, so what pride do they have?

Eldrar understood humans. They knew very well that the human race was terribly exclusive and hated all aliens equally.

But humans are not ungrateful. The Ark Eldar and the Death Army saved the Imperial Regent, and this action made them no longer so hostile among humans.

Eldrar saw hope for the future survival of the Eldar.

Therefore, he took the initiative to show goodwill to Dukel, even though such an action would cause ridicule from his own people.

Besides, the Eldar would not feel any guilt for slaughtering the Dark Eldar.

The Dark Eldar have strayed from the right path, they have been using pain to prolong their souls. Their actions are tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, and will only strengthen the power of Slaanesh.

To completely eliminate the threat of Slaanesh, the Dark Eldar must be destroyed.

The Eldar clowns moved flexibly on the battlefield, their movements as gorgeous as dancing, harvesting all the flesh and blood monsters created by Urian.

Eldrar didn't want to waste any more time.

The Dark Eldar have delved too long into profane realms and have lost their way.

Any words are in vain, death is the best mercy given to them.

Each prophet possesses powerful psychic power, which allows them to peek into the future and can also be used in combat. Eldrar swung his staff, and violent thunder burst out.

A group of electric snakes roamed in the void, forming a bright light that enveloped the battlefield.

The surging power of the ether gathered into a terrifying tide, and Eldrar could feel that at this moment his spirit was like a shining star in the warp.

The waves of the Sea of ​​Souls beat against his spirit, and countless terror lords were attracted to him. Those dark beings laughed strangely, as if they were rushing to a feast.

Release such psychic spells, for the great prophet Eldrar, is also an extremely terrifying test.

A storm mixed with pale thunder swept everything in an instant.

The air was filled with blood-stained dust.

A fiery torrent of ether burst out from Eldrar's armor and every strand of his hair.

A terrifying psychic energy shock swept past.

The Flesh and Blood Prophet, who once left a terrifying reputation in the real universe, was completely powerless in the face of this terrifying psychic impact.

The etheric energy devoured every cell in his body, and pieces of it fell off into ashes.

Even the spirit of the Flesh and Blood Prophet in the Sea of ​​Souls was engulfed by this terrifying and crazy energy.

The deadly blow unleashed by Eldrar completely wiped out everything of the Flesh Prophet.

When he released the spell, the surrounding area was in chaos.

All twisted flesh and blood creatures have been completely destroyed by this terrible spell.

After doing all this, Eldrar did not savor the fruits of victory, but turned his attention to the core of Comoros.

That is the forbidden temple where Victor is.

It is a place that even the human army does not have the strength to reach.

But in Eldrar's spiritual vision, he saw an extremely terrifying scene, an invisible, unpredictable and indescribable horror slowly falling from the dome of Comoros.

The creature carried a raging fire, and even a psychic master like Eldrar could not see its entire appearance.

All that could be seen were countless wheels carrying flames overlapping each other, and each ring of the wheel was enough to surround the entire dimension where Comoros was located.

There were millions of eyes on the millions of flaming wheels. Suddenly, one of the protruding eyeballs shifted its gaze and made eye contact with him in an unreachable place.

"Puff-"

Eldrar's body fell to the ground with a loud bang. He prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to raise his head again.

Two lines of blood dripped slowly from the corners of his eyes.

Victor, the overlord of the Dark City, sits in the forbidden temple at the core of Commorra.

With the help of those holographic projections, he was able to get a glimpse of the entire battlefield.

There is no doubt that the Dark Eldar are powerful. Even if the main force of Comoros is still in the material universe, they can still stop humans for a long time relying solely on their defense system and city-state defense forces.

The Dark Eldar fleets of the material universe have already begun their operations.

Next, it’s a race against time between the two sides.

Was it that the Empire could not tolerate the invasion of the Dark Eldar and was forced to withdraw its troops; or was it that Comoros fell to the Imperial Legion first?

It's a big gamble.

But as the overlord of the Dark City, Victor is a seasoned gambler.

But suddenly, the red light that could not be ignored shone on his face. He raised his head in confusion, and his expression immediately became numb.

Every Eldar is a master in the use of psychic energy, and Victor is one of the best among them.

In his spiritual vision, he saw red flames enveloping the forbidden temple where he was, with huge eyeballs looming in the flames.

This fire lights the sky and dwells on the earth.

The fire of destruction was born on this land.

His spirit was burned in the void.

The red flames lit up his body and soul.

The spreading fire on this land will bring final destruction to this world.

The roar of countless warriors and the neighing of countless creatures, the sound was faint at first, but it was deafening in just a moment.

Victor's mind was trembling.

The temple stands on a trillion bones.

He heard the walls of the temple whispering, the ground covered in blood begging for mercy, and the sky filled with angry roars. In the end, everything in this world, including the void at the border, gathered together in one place, and the entire Comoros was praising loudly—

——Forever praise the Creator of the place where all directions meet!

——Forever praise the power of the Central Heavenly Kingdom!

I will use my eyes and this life that are ignited by fire.

Along with everything here, it becomes the last drop of the original blood.

Until destruction is avenged!

"vomit!--"

Victor's body fell from the Dark Throne. He lay prone on the twisted tiles, vomiting flames from his mouth.

The flames turned into a pair of powerful hands, tightly grasping the sinner's neck.

Everything around was boiling and the air was growing thinner.

Victor used all his strength to struggle to break free from this sudden disaster.

Defined by the standards of this universe,
Dukor is a god.

Not only him, the Emperor, but also all the Primarchs who have awakened the essence of the Warp can be classified as Gods.

But Dukel is not a god, and he will not make others become gods.

Because the world does not need God, and humans do not need God.

As the most superior race in the galaxy, Dukel believes that humans should be above the gods. Only in this way can they accept the manifest destiny of ruling the galaxy.

As for how big the Milky Way is - wherever the Star Torch can shine is within the scope of the Milky Way.

Dukel's figure walks on the battlefield in Comoros.

The Dark Eldar's defense force faced its most severe test. No one could stop Dukel's footsteps on the road to breaking through the Dark Eldar's defense line and attacking the Forbidden Temple of Commorra.

(End of this chapter)