Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 892 The City of Comoros

Where there is yang, there is yin. As the other side of the Green Dam, Benita's fate was even worse, because she fell into the Webpath and ended up in the Ulduar Comoros, the largest Webpath city before the Eldar Empire was bankrupted by the Slaanesh.

As the most important network hub, the Psionic Empire's fleet can reach homeworlds scattered throughout the universe via the Comoros, even the most distant corners of the galaxy are within reach, making its strategic value immeasurable.

Because it is so important, no faction in the Eldar Empire can hold a dominant position here, so it is directly ruled by the Empire's High Council.

It is called direct rule, but in reality it is a high degree of autonomy, because the Supreme Council cannot move here, nor can it interfere in everything.

Comoros's near-royal autonomy allowed it to expand rapidly, merging numerous labyrinthine satellite districts, private territories, and other port cities, and plundering tens of thousands of worlds over the long years, until the city had grown to an astonishing size.

Even though the Eldar Empire had been destroyed by the Slaanesh, the remaining remnants were still enormous. As a result, many surviving Eldar chose to seek refuge in the Comoros, unaware of what a terrible mistake they were making.

With the entire Eldar fallen, how could the Comoros be spared?

In fact, Comoros is the most decadent place in the entire Eldar Empire, because it has all the conditions for decadence: safety, wealth, freedom, and disorder.

Theoretically, this should have been the first place the Slaanesh would have devoured. However, Comoros's location is special. As an important hub of the Web, it is surrounded by layers of space. These layers of space act like filters, isolating most of the influence of the warp. Even the Slaanesh can only slowly devour the Eldar souls here.

Of course, it's also possible that Slaanesh couldn't bear to eat the most delicious part of Eldar in one bite, but instead stretched out his long tongue and slowly licked it with his forked tongue tip covered in purple saliva, extracting the essence bit by bit.

It's no wonder that Slaanesh looks at this place differently. As we all know, the level of depravity and perversion among the Eldar in the later stages is such that even the dark elves and succubi of the fantasy world would have to admit defeat. The hedonists among the Eldar are the ultimate in this regard. They no longer pursue pleasure, but are purely perverted for the sake of perversion, reaching a level that even a pervert would find perverted. This has long exceeded the upper limit that normal intelligent life can accept or even bear.

Therefore, if the Eldar, who have relatively mild tastes, fell into their hands, they would suffer greatly, and this would be the beginning of endless chaos in the Comoros.

But for Benita, whether her taste is mild or strong, if she were discovered in her infant state, becoming a delicious little dessert would be the best outcome; she feared becoming an artwork in the hands of the Dark Eldar.

The pure flesh and soul of a baby are a rare commodity here.

Instinctively sensing the danger, Benita unhesitatingly chose the character template the system gave her—the one most adept at hiding—named Batman.

Even an infant is not powerless; generally speaking, at the age of breastfeeding, it can easily take on three or five corporate slaves.

These physical attributes, combined with Batman's near-conceptual stealth, concealment, and evasion, are enough to give her valuable time to grow.

But what to do next left her somewhat bewildered.

Although Comoros is located in the Web, it contains dying stars that the Eldar used advanced technology to extract from the real universe during their peak. These stars were placed in the Web to provide lighting and energy, so it is not entirely dark. However, this also exposes more sins to the light. The Eldar here have long been accustomed to this and consider it their daily routine, but for a normal soul, all of this is wrong.

The Crystal Floating Gardens, which float year-round throughout the Comoros, are the Eldar's usual place of leisure and relaxation. Every inch of the garden is engraved with the Eldar's ancient hedonistic runes, and the railings at the edge of the garden are made of solidified, twisted souls. Different degrees of pressure when touched will produce different wails, ensuring that every sound comes from the soul.

The classical and ornate arched bridge was covered with impaled prisoners, their blood flowing through tubes into the fountain below, blooming into fleeting crimson flowers in the pool, but no one stopped to admire them, they only became nutrients for watering the plants.

The flowerbeds were not filled with rare plants from all over the universe, but with arms that grew in clusters like shrubs, their skin smooth and delicate, along with heads with fleshy organs inside. Whenever an Elven walked by, the breeze it stirred would deeply sting the exposed nerves, causing the heads to emit low howls and the arm-shrubs to twitch as if dancing.

The carnival square, studded with countless wailing faces, is surrounded by a living dance corridor. Countless still-active vertebrae suspend the skinned dancers, allowing them to continue dancing their bloody limbs under the influence of technology and drugs, forming a never-ending ballet of death.

This is the daily life of the Comorian natives; it's a different story for the refugees from elsewhere.

In the ruins of the Network Node, the wreckage of a broken Eldar starship lay sprawled among the buildings like a stranded whale, its exposed energy pipes spewing blue-purple flames that illuminated the surrounding slums like a will-o'-the-wisp graveyard. Layer upon layer of shacks built from spirit bones, their roofs covered in dried human skin, emitted a mournful, harp-like wail when the wind blew, clearly indicating the inhabitants had long since gone mad.

Like a ghost, Benita wandered the Comoros, a place a thousand times more depraved and sinful than Gotham. Every Dark Eldar seemed to be an incarnation of the Joker. The Batman template seemed to be stimulated, rapidly improving, allowing her to master more skills: combat, infiltration, disguise, intelligence, equipment, strategy, and so on. She seemed to have transformed into an omnipotent Superman.

Besides giving her many additional abilities, the Batman template also grants her a dark nature and an obsession with evil, ensuring that she can think calmly no matter what happens and that she will not fall into depravity. However, Benita still decides to do something.

As for what she can do, well, Batman, a mere mortal, wields power in the Justice League not through slogans or the humility of many superheroes, but through abilities that no one can replace.

With Batman's software combined with the Primarch's hardware, even Superman would be trembling in fear.

Enveloped by layers of overlapping spaces, the light in the Udu Komorro is always distorted. The skyline looks like tinfoil crumpled by a child, and the spires and domes twist into impossible angles in the eerie light of the warp, just like the heart of the dark Eldar here.

Benita huddled in the rusty ventilation duct, her eyes cold and devoid of emotion, even indifference, as if she were an inorganic object that only reflected light. In this state, even the highly perceptive Eldar could not sense that they were being watched.

She watched as two guards wearing bone spike collars whipped the elf cubs in the cage for amusement, while another elf cub leaned against the wall, quietly swallowing glowing worms. Clearly, soothing its hungry stomach was more important than its companion being beaten; whether the worms were edible or not was no longer important.

The moment arrived. The will originating from Batman was perfectly manifested in the Primarch's body. The instant the guard turned away, Benetta slipped into the room like a folded shadow, without disturbing anyone, including the Eldar imprisoned there.

Simple wailing was no longer enough for the two Dark Eldar guards. They picked out an unfortunate captive, sawed open his ribs with a circular saw, and inlaid delicate parts into his beating heart, intending to turn it into a timer. This was a popular art form among the Dark Eldar recently. Although they were guards, they also had a penchant for art.

However, the two Dark Eldar guards were unaware that a transparent thread was wrapped around their necks, and by the time the nerves were severed, it was too late.

That night, all the cages imprisoning the Spirit Race were destroyed, and many escaped.

After slitting the throats of three more guards, the transparent metal wire automatically coiled into a ring and slipped onto Benita's finger. This was the first set of equipment she had crafted using salvaged warship wreckage and a stolen forge, referred to in Batman's database as "Nightwing's Gift."

It was with these small gadgets at her waist that Benita silently broke through the place, allowing the prisoners to escape.

Similar incidents became more and more frequent. Some people said they saw black bats gliding between the domes, while others claimed that all the torture instruments in their collections turned to ashes overnight. When a Dark Eldar nobleman was showing off his newly made heart-shaped pocket watch at a banquet, the cover suddenly popped open, and a swarm of metal bats flew out. The edges of their wings were sharper than razors, causing the Dark Eldar who came close to watch to bleed profusely. But the explosion that followed was the most deadly.

Benita stood atop the highest spire, watching the panicked Eldar below without revealing any emotion. She knew this was just the beginning. In this city, more corrupt than Gotham, she would become the nightmare of all evil, rekindling the flame of hope that should have been extinguished.

But that wasn't enough. Batman is the epitome of darkness, but not the epitome of madness. Or rather, he's so mad that he pretends to be perfectly rational. But this invisible shackle limited Benita's performance, so she activated the second character template.

It wasn't that big, goofy guy who was all sunshine, nor was it that imposing female warrior; it was that weakling named Zha Kang.

If Batman plus the Joker represents the ultimate madness blooming in the darkness, then Batman plus Conor McGregor represents an indescribable transformation.

One has an unbreakable bottom line, while the other has no bottom line whatsoever. These two people, whose personalities are completely opposite, are equally ruthless and equally deadly.

If Batman abandons his principles and relies solely on targeted preparations, he could wipe out all the superheroes and villains in the world.

With his inferior magic and cobbled-together props, Chad Kang dared to play tricks on both Hell and Heaven and thrived in the process—something most people could do.

Thus, the Super Spectre, who made the entire Comoros tremble, was born. At the same time, more and more Eldar who were saved regarded her as an idol and a goal in life, choosing to become her followers and forming the Bat Court to judge those dark Eldar.

(End of this chapter)