Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 810, 08.809: 'Remember, everything the Lord of Humanity has given you can be taken back at any time, including your life.'

Meanwhile, on the distant Calissis defensive line, a completely different scene unfolded. Gunfire and artillery roared everywhere.

"They're here! In the name of the God-Emperor! Kill these alien scum!" A Star Force officer, covered in mud and blood, roared hoarsely as he pulled the trigger of his laser gun at the shadowy enemy in the distance.

Crimson beams of light wove a web of death against the dim sky, the air thick with the acrid smell of ozone and denatured proteins.

Buzz!
Suddenly, a strange and sharp sound of a magnetic levitation engine descended from the sky, the extremely piercing sound like sharp claws scraping at one's soul.

"Captain, look there! It's an alien mobile unit! Weapons team, fire! Fire!" A Star Force lieutenant shouted in terror, pointing to the sky.

Several members of the Dark Eldar cartel riding "Raider" jet motorcycles sped down from the sky.

Their exaggeratedly designed, sleek jet motorcycles, with terrifying and flamboyant blades extending from both sides, drew deadly trails across the battlefield.

These assassins from the Comoros drove incredibly fast vehicles, weaving nimbly through dense anti-aircraft fire like phantoms.

"We can't hit them at all! They're too fast!" A soldier cried out in despair as he tried to catch a glimpse of the dark figure in the sky, only to have it disappear from his sight time and time again.

"Aim! Aim! Heavy weapon marksmen, take them down! They're coming! Ah—!"

Before the words were even finished, a Marauder jet motorcycle roared past overhead.

Its pair of sharp sickles on both sides of its belly quickly and easily reaped the heads of soldiers in the entire trench.

Blood gushed out, and headless corpses fell one after another. The blood pooled together and slowly flowed away into the drainage ditch under the red-stained wooden planks.

The Swift Skyhawks team members stood on the podium amidst thunderous cheers.

Young men and women wore bright smiles, each holding a golden trophy symbolizing the glory of a champion.

Jiong! Jiong! Sizzle—

On another planet, the Astral Legion, having received a warning of an alien invasion and about to set off, suddenly received orders from the sub-sector lord to undergo inspection by the sector government at the training ground.

However, as they stood in neat formation for the parade, the red-clad Severus soldiers around them suddenly turned their guns on them and imprisoned them one by one. After multiple rounds of coercion and enticement, those loyalists who still refused to submit to Severus's will met a cruel end. They were shot one by one, lasers piercing the back of their heads, and the blood of loyalty once again stained the earth.

On the battlefield, members of the Dark Eldar's conspiracy roamed among the corpses and wailing Astronauts, indulging in the bitter wine of pain, and casually severing the heads they deemed "worthy of remembrance" as trophies.

Not far away, a sharp-looking, sinister-looking aircraft hovered on the ground.

Large numbers of prisoners were escorted onto the Dark Eldar ships, the black iron chains rattling dully and suffocating.

These prisoners would be transported to Comoros, that infamous and horribly corrupt land, to become the Sons of Thorns' most sought-after commodity in that dark city—slaves.

The Astral Army prisoners captured on this planet, as well as the local civilians who failed to escape in time, will face one of the most tragic fates for mortals in the physical universe.

This was the covenant between Severus and the Sons of Thorns that had lasted for decades. Severus allowed the aliens to plunder these frontier worlds; his only task was to ensure that the military forces of the subsectors could not reach the worlds in distress in time. The Dark Eldar could not live without slaves, without blood and suffering, just as humans could not live without oxygen.

These depraved acts underpinned the entire social structure of the Dark Eldar, and their decadent and unrestrained debauchery permeated Comoros, a 'utopia' built on the foundation of flesh, suffering, and treachery.

It is certain that these men and women will encounter a fate darker and more evil than death in that desperate and decadent Eldar city of Comoros.
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"Hold the pose, good, that's it!!" shouted a photographer in a naval civilian officer's uniform on the football field of Abridal Loyalty Academy.

Horatio stood smiling in the center of the line, flanked by Louise, Archie, Leeds, Fiedio, Henry Harvey, David Beatty… these young officers from the Swifthawk stood in two neat rows. The ones in front squatted, and the ones behind stood.

Standing in front of the high-definition servo skull camera, their faces beamed with the joy of victory, their smiles as warm as a spring breeze.

On the artificial turf right in the middle of them was an exceptionally large trophy—the trophy they had just won at the Fleet Games.

The trophy was forged from a piece of the adamantite ram of a decommissioned Luna-class cruiser, and topped with a huge Imperial Eagle's claws tightly gripping a massive alien gem, making it exceptionally dazzling under the lights.

Meanwhile, on the propaganda building of the Ministry of the Interior in the Gothic Sector, an urgent internal news broadcast aimed at high-ranking officials of the Empire was being aired.

A female host, dressed in a white uniform and with a serious expression, sat upright in front of the camera.

"Greetings to my colleagues. The latest report indicates that the stability of the Calissis Revolving Line defense zone has fallen significantly below the limit."

In the outer subsector of the Calissis Sector, the Duchy of Severus, including its capital Kuris, has experienced a rebellion, resulting in the brutal execution of Imperial envoys and the Ministry of the Interior's tax collection team. These heinous heretics have deceived hundreds of millions of Imperial citizens, and their actions are turning away from the light of the Emperor's will.

But the empire will crush the schemes of the ambitious.

"Currently, the Governor's Office of the Calissis Sector attaches great importance to this act of betrayal and has identified it as a high-priority security threat."

Governor Marius Hax has authorized the mobilization of all assets of the battle fleet Calissis and the mobilization of all available Astragalus units in the sector, as well as other armed forces loyal to the Imperial Mankind, to quell the rebellion.

Governor Mario Hax also stated that he requested the assistance of the vast loyalists of the Misty Starfield to ensure the swift, thorough, and ruthless crushing of the rebellious ambitions and lurking separatist plots, and to curb the probability of further such incidents.

The female host displayed just the right amount of indignation without disrupting the broadcast.

"This internal news broadcast is now complete. We reiterate—loyalty is everything for citizens of the Empire."

Everything is a gift from the God-Emperor.

Everything that the great Lord of Humanity can grant can also be taken back at any time, including your life.

Do not harbor any illusions about any dereliction of duty or disobedience! You can never deceive the great Lord of mankind.

The day of punishment will come soon.

After the broadcast ended, a quote appeared on the screen:
"An open mind is like an undefended fortress."

(End of this chapter)