Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 285 92, The Destruction of Comoros

The Dark Eldar are vicious and cunning, with a fighting style based on deception and raw speed. They can dodge enemy blades as easily as moving through syrup, and skillfully cut off enemy limbs and heads in melee combat.

Like most races in the galaxy, the Dark Eldar consider themselves a race that should rule the stars in full, but until that day arrives, they are content to persecute lesser races at their leisure.

Every Dark Eldar is a natural master of battle, but they cannot gain any advantage in a head-on confrontation with the Imperial Legion.

All this is not because the imperial army has more powerful weapons, but because of the difference in combat style. The imperial army is good at fighting in the form of legions, with soldiers gathered together. The more they are, the stronger they are.

But the Dark Eldar were not good at fighting with regular military forces. For them, who had been decadent all their lives, the concept of maintaining order in the legion was unworthy of them.

An army without legion order is like a group of scattered soldiers in front of the Imperial Army. Although many individual Dark Eldars possess powerful strength, when they face a well-coordinated Astartes squad, they are often beheaded in an instant.

Dukel sniffed the disgusting smell of alien blood lingering in the hot air of the killing battlefield.

The Dark Eldar were skilled at hiding and sneak attacks, but in front of him, such actions were useless.

Dukel's appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, except that he is taller, but he is essentially different. He has tens of millions of eyes hidden in the void. In front of him, all hiding is meaningless.

At this moment, the entire battlefield, and even the entire Comoros, were clearly visible in his eyes. It was like a person living in an oil painting who could not deceive a person who was appreciating the painting.

For Dukel, everything in the painting was crystal clear.

"For the Empire!" Dukel called to his warriors. "Charge!"

The upgraded Primaris Space Marines, no matter which legion they came from, now followed behind him and shouted in unison.

The fearless warrior raised his bolter and fired wildly at the jumping Dark Eldar.

No one can stop them.

The dark city of Comoros, notorious in the physical universe and feared by countless races, was trembling under their feet.

Thousands of Dark Eldar gathered around the Forbidden Temple. They were the last force in Commorra. Relying on the shadow of darkness, they fought individually to delay the advance of the Imperial Legion.

They wore jet-black armor covered with bone spurs.

But it was all in vain.

Ever since Dukel joined the battle, the situation has been heading in the most desperate direction for the Dark Eldar.

The Primaris Marines advanced with a determined, powerful pace, and nothing they did could slow the enemy's attack.

Weird music sounded in the dim light.

Some Dark Eldar clan leaders, along with the inhabitants of Commorragh, armed themselves in an attempt to fight against the invading humans.

Every Dark Eldar is a soldier.

If a child grows up in Comoros, the first thing he learns is definitely not crying, but killing.

But no matter how hard they tried, they could not stop the omen of destruction.

The victory or defeat of a war does not depend on the tenacity of the losing side.

From the moment the Imperial Warmaster decided to attack Commorragh, this ancient dark city was doomed to destruction.

Countless human warriors are eager to completely destroy this place in exchange for the joy of the warmaster.

Dukel was at the forefront of the charge, and he only needed to stretch out a hand to pull out those dark elf warriors hiding in the dark.

Powerful artillery and bullets had no deterrent effect on him.

Until he had driven the last Eldar standing in his way into the wall of the forbidden temple.

Under his powerful strength, the frail corpse smashed the twisted and grotesque stone statues, staining the dark muse enshrined with blood.

Then Dhukur entered the temple.

The darkness engulfed him like a rolling fog.

The Overlord of the Dark City sat on his throne with a pale face, waiting for him.

Victor finally broke free from the giant flaming hand with his own strength, but this did not make him feel better. Instead, he was engulfed by greater despair.
"You win." His voice came from the throne, "But I hope you can realize what the fall of Commorra means. The Dark Eldar will make humans pay today's debt with a hundred times the blood."

He looked directly into Dukel's eyes without fear. He knew that it was pointless to threaten the Warmaster himself, but that didn't mean that the Human Empire was not afraid of threats.

The conversation between the two will trigger a bloody war between the two races, and the significance of the conversation is the blood of hundreds of millions of lives.

Victor made his trembling body sit upright on the throne. He could not lose his dignity, otherwise his words would have no power. Thick darkness surrounded him, and he could only see a pair of tyrannical and cruel eyes.

"Shh - don't talk." Duker put his index finger in front of his lips, interrupting Victor's negotiation.

The Imperial Warmaster had a manic smile on his face, which frightened the Overlord of the Dark City. "Look, look at this battlefield. Every soldier is fighting hard. It's gratifying."

"I want to fully experience this moment, take my time," he told Vector, "and listen to the final song of every Dark Eldar before they are destroyed."

As if in response, the sounds of the battlefield reached the forbidden temple.

Victor clearly heard the tribesmen's shrill screams, and he recognized the hoarse voices immediately.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Victor's voice trembled unconsciously.

"The fate of the Dark Eldar has been decreed. There is no place for you to survive on any Webway." Dukel looked around the forbidden temple, taking in its layout. His gaze paused for a moment on the skinned living statue.

"Just you? Your ability to repair the Webway has already exceeded my expectations, and you still want to control every branch of the Webway?" Victor sneered. If the Webway is so easy to control, it would not be that most of the Webway is abandoned after the demise of the Ancient Saints.

"This is not something you should consider. Without the Webway, the Dark Eldar are extremely vulnerable. Even if humans don't destroy you, you will fall into the hands of some dark beings."

"You," Victor stood up angrily. If what the other party said was true, both Comoros and the Dark Eldar would be pushed into a dead end.

Losing the protection of the Webway would be doomsday for the Dark Eldar.

"Sit down, I haven't announced the end of this conversation." Dukel simply pressed his hand down, and the Overlord of the Dark City was suppressed on the throne by the terrible force.

"The days of the Dark Eldar's tyranny are over. In the future galaxy, only races that submit to the Empire will remain. In such a galaxy, there will be no place for the Dark Eldar to survive."

"Until the last bullet is used to completely destroy the last Dark Eldar, otherwise humans will never give up hunting you down."

Fear gradually emerged in Victor's eyes. At this moment he truly understood the determination of the Human Empire.

This was a genocidal declaration of war, and Duker had conveyed his will.

Then he exerted a little force with his palm and crushed Victor's strange body to death on the throne that belonged to him. Victor's idea of ​​using the streets of Comoros to drain every drop of blood from the human army naturally failed.

Now, the Dark Eldar will be destroyed along with this blasphemous and cursed city.

And this is just the beginning. Humanity will encircle and suppress them from all sides, and they will no longer exist in the galaxy of the future.

With the collapse of the last blasphemous temple in Comoros, the Dark Eldar's rule over this place came to an end.

After freeing the last human slaves from here, Warmaster Dukel ordered an orbital bombardment.

Hundreds of giant ships belonging to humans dropped extermination weapons on the dome of Comoros.

Fish of all colors fell like raindrops on the defenseless Comoros.

Countless tall buildings were crushed into dust by the shock wave, and the dust was stirred up.

Countless statues of gods collapsed and streets built with mysterious minerals were burned.

Large pits with diameters of tens of kilometers could be seen everywhere, flames were rising, and this city, which was larger than several planets, was completely engulfed in flames.

The fire of human anger gathered into a terrible force, which tore Comoros into pieces and blew its fragments away.

The glowing webway entrance attracted some of the debris, and the fragments of Commorra were thrown to various parts of the universe.

Those fragments that were not attracted collided with each other, causing a terrible explosion and swallowing up the last bit of ruins here.

On the Eldar ship, Veilwalker Sinland watched as the flames from the explosion of Commorra swept across everything.

Watching the broken ground being thrown onto the dome, and then swept into the web of gray-white mist.

"We have the blood of our fallen kin on our hands. Their destruction deserves no sympathy."

The Eldar Great Prophet Eldrar glanced at the staff in his hand, and with his terrifying psychic power, he killed the infamous Blood Orc Urian.

Completely ended the other person's sinful life.

"Let's go. We have more important things to do." Veil Walker Xin Lande said, "The Laughing God has conveyed the oracle. We must collect the 'Old Woman's Sword' as soon as possible. The final battle is about to break out. We must speed up the progress."

Xinland turned and walked towards the interior of the Eldar ship, where a new meeting was waiting for them.

Humanity, humanity's allies, humanity's enemies.

Now everything is clear, and the distribution of forces between the enemy and us is clearly visible.

Everyone knows the ambition of the Imperial War Marshal Dukel.

All the stars will be engulfed in war, until no one will question the honor of the human empire ruling the stars.

The power and courage of this Warmaster are worthy of the Eldar's additional bet. The extinction of the Dark Eldar is only the bloody opening of the great war, and an even more brutal war is about to begin.

Men have eagerly awaited this day, for just as their Warmaster had spoken, the Dawn is near.

But before dawn, there is the thickest darkness.

This will be a road of blood and fire.

This is the common choice of the Human Empire and Dukel, but other races are not so lucky. They have no choice but to either surrender or be destroyed.

There is no longer any room for reproduction and survival.

During the Comoros War in Duquesne.

The Imperial Regent Guilliman has also arrived at the battlefield with the Necrons, the Geno system.

The awakening of the Necrons is expanding at a crazy pace.

The Silent King, who had been at peace for countless years, showed a positive attitude for the first time in a long time, and many dynasties chose to support him. But this terrifying power is only a partial manifestation of the Necrons. Until now, the Silent King still has not won the support of all dynasties, and most dynasties are still more inclined to the will of the Storm King.

Guilliman learned of this situation through the virtual intelligence network.

At this moment, he also knew about Khan's return, but the urgent war was at hand, and there was no time for him to reunite with Khan.

Guilliman convened a war meeting in the capital of the Geno system. After discussion, it was finally decided to launch an attack from a world called Ethan.

Because there are now a large number of Imperial Orcs, Guilliman had no psychological barriers and placed the Orcs in the vanguard team.

In fact, this is also what the orcs are looking forward to.

Orcs are biological weapons created by the Ancients. They have a very special status in the universe. They do not have any pressure to survive. In order to win the War in Heaven, the Ancients set the orcs as a race that enjoys war.

In their collective consciousness, they gave birth to two orc gods representing brutality and cunning.

This cannot be changed even if Dukel and Vulkan work together inside and outside the orc network.

In order to better adapt to the battlefield environment, the ancient saints also wrote technological codes into their genetic sequences.

These war-loving green-skinned orcs frequently launch wars in the universe.

No matter who the enemy is, they are very happy as long as they can fight.

Under the order of the Ministry of Military Affairs, the Imperial Orcs were the first to land on the world of Esen and join the war with the Necrons.

Ison is a world under the throes of a Necron invasion.

At this moment, countless scarabs are absorbing nutrients from this world to replenish the consumption of the Undead fleet.

Looking down from space, the entire planet appears to be rotting and riddled with holes.

The densely packed holes look like a honeycomb.

Countless machines belonging to the Necrons went in and out of these holes, extracting large amounts of the minerals they needed.

Relying on the teleportation ability of the virtual beacon, the Imperial Orcs' fleet was directly embedded into the outer orbit of the Ethan world.

The Necrons did not leave many air defense equipment here. Perhaps in the eyes of these ancients, this planet was just a world for collecting minerals and was not worthy of too much attention.

After mining enough minerals, they will abandon the planet.

"Boys, start the bombing!" The orc boss Iron Armor roared loudly on the bridge, holding a pistol whose muzzle was bigger than the head of an ordinary orc boy.

(End of this chapter)