Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Another Khorne demon charged forward.

It was also burned to a pile of white ash, and the news quickly spread to the realm of the Four Gods.

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If Chaos in the Eye of Fear had a frustrating ten years, then there was another place where life was even worse.

When Lawson threw Peturabo into the Comoros, he didn't expect him to be able to conquer the entire Dark City.

That's unrealistic.

Even if the Primarch led an army in, it would be difficult to truly control the overall situation.

But Peturabo has a unique characteristic: he may not necessarily win, but as long as he is given a foothold, he will make his enemies regret not killing him on the first day.

Comoros provided him with just such an environment.

Initially, the Dark Eldar didn't take this group of suddenly appearing Chaos Astartes seriously at all.

A demonic principality does sound troublesome, but this is Comoros.

Conspiracy groups, blood spirits, witch cults, mercenaries, slave legions, and countless monsters living in the dark corners of the internet.

The Dark Eldar initially even regarded the hunting of Peturabo as a kind of new competitive sport.

Whoever can take the head of the Steel Lord will become famous overnight in the Comoros.

So the first group went, but they never came back.

The second group, which brought even more heavy weapons, also did not return.

It wasn't until the third wave of troops actually entered the area that the Dark Eldar realized something was wrong.

Peturabo has started building the wall.

This might not be a big deal if it happened to someone else.

Falling on the Lord of Steel already means trouble.

Even those ancient buildings that the Dark Eldar themselves were too lazy to study were re-surveyed by Peturabo.

The Iron Warrior's greatest strengths have finally found a place to shine.

Today we conquer a street, tomorrow we build a fortress.

We'll move forward another step the day after tomorrow.

With each step forward, another layer of fortification is added behind.

The Dark Eldar initially tried to bypass them using their mobility.

It was soon discovered that Peturabo didn't care about those corner areas at all.

He only takes what is truly important.

Energy nodes, transportation nodes, stable network gateways, large buildings, and areas that can be converted into military facilities.

Go around the rest of the way if you want.

What's even more disgusting is that Peturabo quickly learned the Comoros rules.

Peturab even gave a name to the area he occupied.

Iron Domain.

The Iron Warriors established a real base here.

Furnaces, ammunition factories, maintenance facilities, slave workshops, heavy artillery positions, and even an underground fortress dedicated to studying the spatial structure of the Comoros.

Ten years later, Comoros finally couldn't take it anymore.

The Supreme Lord Victor personally ordered that the conspiracies below no longer be allowed to treat Perturabo as their private prey.

Mobilize your true strength and crush the Iron Domain flat.

If Peturabo continues to live, everyone will suffer.

Comoros rarely unite so much for a single enemy.

Even Victor was prepared.

This time, no cost is too high.

They ground Peturab and his iron domain into dust.

Then, Peturabo did something that made the whole of Comoros want to curse.

Once he confirmed that the Comoros were truly prepared to use all their strength to besiege him, Peturabo immediately brought out all the large number of sacrifices, souls, and prisoners he had accumulated over the past few years.

The Dark Eldar are excellent sacrifices in themselves, let alone this place deep within the Net Path.

The moment the ceremony was completed, the entire space of the Iron Domain began to change.

Then, the first crack appeared.

The devil has arrived.

That's exactly the direction from which the Dark Eldar are about to launch their all-out attack.

The first batch of demons to cross the rift hadn't even seen what was around them before they saw a dense mass of Eldar souls.

The entire battlefield instantly spiraled out of control.

The Dark Eldar, who had prepared for a general offensive, were forced to turn their attention to dealing with demons.

The Iron Warriors fired across the defensive line.

Demons were in front, heavy artillery was behind, and the Dark Eldar were sandwiched in the middle.

Perturabo stood atop the highest point of the fortress, gazing at the chaotic battlefield before him, and finally revealed a rare expression of satisfaction.

"Now it's fair."

The Dark Eldar don't think it's fair at all.

When Victor received the news, he decided to abandon that area.

What makes Comoros so special is that it is composed of countless interconnected network spaces.

Regions are connected by portals, spatial nodes, and dimensional channels.

Since a certain part has rotted to this extent, then cut it off.

After the order was issued, the engineering and network technicians acted simultaneously.

Spatial anchor point cut off.

A large area that originally belonged to Comoros began to be separated from the main city structure.

The entire Iron Domain was as if it had been forcibly sliced ​​off from a giant building, along with the Iron Warriors and Peturabo himself, and isolated into an independent network dimension.

Since Victor dared to cut off this area, he must have sealed off the main passages thoroughly.

Even if Peturabo is a master of engineering, he still needs to first understand this independent network dimension again before figuring out how to dig it back little by little.

Decades? Centuries?

Victor could still grit his teeth and cut off the iron domain occupied by Perturabo.

After all, no matter how disgusting that iron turtle was, it was just a rusty steel nail wedged into the flesh of the Comoros.

Once the space is cut off, out of sight, out of mind.

But Victor never dreamed that after sending away a steel mad dog that only knew how to repair bunkers, Comoros would immediately be greeted by an entire regiment of absolutely monstrous monsters.

It all started with a "show" at the Temple of Pleasure.

……

Subspace, deep within the Palace of Pleasure.

Qianxian leaned against the high platform made of bones and soft flesh, her tongue leisurely twirling a strand of hair, deliberately raising her neck high.

There, a pure and blazing imperial golden fire collar was slowly pulsating.

For a normal demon, this is utter enslavement and despair.

But for a group of Slaanesh who considered extreme pain and masochism as the highest pleasure, the atmosphere in the entire temple instantly changed.

A high-ranking guardian with six arms and a silver foil mask stared intently at the golden flame, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with an almost morbid jealousy.

"Is this the mark of the one who held the seal?"

Qianxian gently flicked the collar around her neck.

"Zheng..."

The golden flames suddenly surged, scorching her skin and giving it a burnt aroma.

Qianxian tilted her head back and let out a chilling, low moan:

"The Imperial Gold Flame, 100% pure. Last time I stole some, my master burned off half of my body... Ugh, that excruciating pain of having my soul melted inch by inch was so wonderful it drove me mad."

"hiss……"

A series of heavy gasps filled the air around the main hall.

"Would he really torture you to death?"

Qianxian licked her lips lazily, her eyes glazed over.

“He doesn’t care how provocative we are. If we cross the line, he’ll put our very essence on the fire and roast it.”

Ash, who had been watching coldly with her arms crossed, couldn't help but step aside, brushing aside her long hair to reveal the same masochistic brand on her neck.

The temple was in complete chaos.

"Please take me with you! Please take me with you!"

“I can wear the chains myself! I can carve my real name on the soles of his boots!”

"I'd be willing to be a dog if it meant I could taste the absolute domination and the constant threat of death!"

Ash frowned in disgust.

"Get your heads straight! You're going there to work!"

"Work? What kind of work?"