Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"The top notes are filled with the bittersweet taste of fermented suspicion and arrogance. The middle notes burst forth with extremely beautiful spasms and viscous syrup as they are crushed inch by inch. The only pity is that the despair in the finish note is a bit dry, and the wailing melody has not reached the ultimate resonance of sensory overload."

Rating: Lower B - Lacking refinement.

Before the next batch of sacrificial offerings is presented, it must be slowly ground down for thirty standard days with a mixture of extreme pleasure and torture. After all, only a soul thoroughly driven mad by the intertwining of humiliation and excruciating pain is truly juicy to chew on.

What drove the entire city's dark Eldar to the brink of madness was the new tricks these Slaanesh archdemons devised after being bound by some unspeakable force.

As the beings among the chaotic gods who most pursue sensory pleasures and perverse aesthetics, these wardens, who were collared, let loose in Comoros.

No longer content with brutal consumption, they began to teach these masters of torture a lesson in the realm of "artistic torture," the pride of the Dark Eldar.

The three-headed guardian stripped the armor off the hundreds of high-ranking sorcerers and flying motorcycle riders they had captured, and used threads that shimmered with an eerie light to weld their nerve fibers together with the acoustic diffusers of the arena.

As the Great Demon's barbed fingers plucked these nerve strings, a chaotic symphony of shame and forced ecstasy resounded throughout the arena.

The wild witch spirit, who usually took pleasure in torturing mortals, had her eyeballs burst and her mind twisted into a twitching, silly laugh-inducing cripple in the midst of this sensory overload.

In the underground lair of the Flesh-Shaping Ones, the Great Demons displayed a madness that even veteran Bloodlink found physically unsettling.

They stitched dozens of flesh masters in reverse, forcing them to experience a sensory shock of absolute purity and flawless love.

For these ancient monsters who have been immersed in cruelty and filth for tens of thousands of years, the torment of being forcibly instilled with sacred and pure feelings is a thousand times more painful than being thrown into a pool of acid. On the spot, three chief blood spirits self-destructed because their logical centers could not withstand the nausea of ​​pure goodness.

The entire Comoros upper class was tormented and filled with fear, and various conspiracies and witch cults were even in such a miserable state that they dared not step out of the fortress.

……

Inside the highest throne hall of the Black Heart Royal Court.

As the undisputed supreme ruler of Comoros, Asdubar Victor has not slept a wink for over a decade, nor has he enjoyed even a moment of the comforts that belong to a tyrant.

Below the main hall, dozens of governors from various core conspiracy groups knelt on the ground.

Victor stared at them: "Failed again?"

An archon reported nervously, "My Lord, our phase trap in the Thirteenth Whispering Sector was originally flawlessly laid out. We used seven dark matter collapse bombs, three sets of spirit bone death ray nets, and even had ten shadow cruisers of the Ninth Conspiracy Group lying in ambush in the warp blind spot..."

"As a result, the Keeper marked as the Blade of Pleasure stopped a fraction of a second before stepping into the trap."

"It even waved at our stealth detectors, then turned around and circled back to the rear of the Ninth Conspiracy Group... Two thousand elite guards were skinned alive and had their souls extracted on the spot. Before leaving, it even changed the fuse of our dark matter bomb into a series of fireworks, which flattened half of the nearby floating island..."

Victor was furious.

It's been more than ten years!

This is completely inconsistent with the madness and lust that drive the Chaos Demons.

Unless there is a pair of cold eyes watching over the entire network from behind these demons, remotely controlling their every move like puppeteers!

Lawson, the Imperial Ruler of Holy Terra!

In the high-ranking secret chambers of Comoros, this name is now a vicious curse that makes one's teeth ache just by mentioning it.

Lawson didn't even send a single Space Marine into Comoros.

He simply treated the Slaanesh as a pack of tamed hounds, periodically releasing them into the pasture through hidden gaps in the web, allowing these beasts to devour the Dark Eldar to maintain their ferocity while continuously bleeding the Comoros dry, weakening their war potential.

"Losen...you vile worm that crawled out of Terra's garbage dump!! You treat the noble Overlord Ida as your private breeding ground? You filthy, savage, shameless monkey scum!!"

However, after the outburst of curses, the entire hall was quickly enveloped by a sense of powerlessness and desolation.

Victor slowly slumped back onto the cold throne.

I've finished venting and yelled enough.

and then?

Should we send troops to counterattack the human empire?

To trample Holy Terra?

Victor let out a chilling, self-deprecating laugh.

The empire of today is no longer the aging behemoth that lingers in the darkness.

Even the main Tyranid swarm and the Wotan dwarves deep within the Starsea were crushed and easily subdued by that man.

Even more absurdly, Isa, the supreme mother goddess of the Ida race, has now become Lawson's plaything in the depths of Terra's palace, spending her days and nights with that barbarian! Even a goddess is being treated as a plaything and wantonly defiled by him, what dignity does the Ida race have left?

We can't beat them, we can't defend against them, and we can't catch them.

We can only watch helplessly as those Slaanesh lunatics with collars hold a skinning party in the East District today and a soul buffet in the West District tomorrow.

…………

Comoros' nightmares never cease because of the tyrant's curses from his throne.

On the contrary, the prelude to the end of this dark city that has stood deep within the network for tens of millions of years has already begun.

For the past decade or so, the entire human empire, under the rule of the Sealholder's Palace, has been like a rapidly meshing war machine.

Ten thousand meters beneath Terra, the ruins of the human network, which the Emperor had held up for millennia with his broken divine body, have long since changed.

The pressure relief point at the bottom of Terra and the inverted city cluster in Comoros, filled with countless spatial pockets, have formed a closed loop.

"Report to the person in charge: The multiphase pressure balancing valve in the main corridor has completed its self-test."

"In accordance with your original geometric topology design, in order to dismantle the 'space cut-off defense protocol' that Victor usually uses when facing disaster, we bypassed the outer wasteland and opened up seventy-two branch output terminals at the core dimensional anchor point of Comoros."

"All of them are connected in the air and underground transportation hubs of Comoros's 72 largest cities."

"Once the valve is opened, fluid dynamics will take over everything. The demonic tide will not give the Dark Eldar any time to react and cut off their tails to survive. They will simultaneously flood more than 80% of the core territory of Comoros."

Lawson raised his hand and pressed down: "Open the main pressure relief valve, begin drainage!"

……

"boom!!!"

The gravity readings of the entire Terra underground base plummeted!

On the other side of the gate lies a dark, primordial sea of ​​chaos that has never dissipated in ten thousand years.

Khorne's Scarlet Ghosts, Bloodlust, and Brass Beasts; Nurgle's Plaguebringers and Rotting Flies; Tzeentch's Pink Fearmon and Ever-Changing Fire Fiends; and Slaanesh's Banshees and Devious Demon Army...

Trillions of subspace conceptual entities have been crashing against the golden barrier of the Golden Throne for tens of thousands of years, compressing every inch of space into the size of a solid block of iron.

Endless...

At this moment, the barriers did not disappear, but a void abyss suddenly opened up beside them, flowing down the dimensional tilt angle without any obstruction!

It's like a dam that's been welded shut, with a diversion tunnel thousands of miles in diameter blasted open at the bottom!

Demons don't need logic, let alone thought.

Their consciousness, dominated by the instinct for destruction, transformed into a chaotic torrent the instant they sensed that external resistance had dropped to zero!

They didn't care whether the end of the passage led to the palace of Holy Terra or to another abyss of destruction.

For these demons trapped in a narrow corridor for ten thousand years, as long as there is an exit, as long as they can run wildly, that is the only direction!

"Roar!"

"Slaughter! Skulls! Blood!!"

"Pleasure and eternal pain!!"

Roars, towering seas of blood, purple blasphemous smoke, green toxic pus, and ever-changing ethereal flames, all rushed into the depths of the network channel at a speed exceeding sublight speed, following the seventy-two diversion channels built by Lawson!

At the same time, Comoros.

Blackheart Tower, High Gate District, Obsidian Enclave, Thousand Bones Arena, Ten Thousand Poisons Nest, Corridor of Flesh and Blood...

After more than a decade of agonizing torment at being relentlessly hunted by the Slaanesh, the seventy-two core metropolises that govern the Dark City have long since transformed into heavily armed, neurotic fortresses.

The entire city was on high alert.

The area surrounding the floating palace was covered with a dense network of anti-phase scanning gratings and ghostly force fields. While the governors nervously sipped the elixir of slave suffering, their fingers remained firmly pressed on the trigger of the emergency void shield.

On the arena, the witch gladiators used their poisoned blades to slit the throats of their fellow warriors, their eyes constantly on the purple mist that might seep from the void.

Around the marble table of the Flesh and Blood Shaper, dozens of dark matter gravity traps targeting high-level spiritual beings were buried.

The entire city was under heavy guard, and danger lurked everywhere.

However, this defense, which consumed countless resources of the entire city, was fatally flawed from the very beginning due to tactical miscalculations…

In the minds of Victor and the various conspiracies, what they were guarding against were the extremely small number of top-tier Slaanesh archdemons who appeared and disappeared unpredictably and specialized in individual hunting and sensory torture.

All their heavy weapons and rapid-fire dark matter cannons were custom-designed for pinpoint assassination.

They had considered all the possibilities of assassination and sneak attacks, but they never expected that someone would set up the floodgate here.

What truly crashed down was a cataclysmic torrent that had been pressurized for ten thousand years at the source of Terra!

"Crack... Boom!!"

Without any micro-energy fluctuations before a conventional invasion, the domes, foundations, plazas, and floating pyramids of the seventy-two core cities, along with the indestructible ancient spiritual bone crystal walls, were all pulverized by the etheric pressure at the same instant, as thin and brittle as glass!

Seventy-two rifts, each several kilometers in diameter, were torn open in mid-air!

The sophisticated phase traps and narrow-range beam cannons that were originally set up to capture a single Great Demon were as fragile as spider silk in a storm in the face of this overwhelming torrent of subspace entities weighing hundreds of billions of tons. They were crushed into dust by the kinetic energy of matter within a ten-thousandth of a second of contact!

"What is that?"

A Black Heart Royal Conspiracy soldier patrolling on an airship looked up in horror as his multispectral eyepiece was charred by the soaring energy readings.

Before he could utter a second exclamation...

"Splash!!"

That was a tsunami of flesh and blood, purely composed of demonic bodies and warp entities!

Above 72 cities, it was as if 72 inverted floodgates in the sky had been smashed!

Hundreds of millions of demons, carrying a hunger and destructive desire sealed for millennia, poured down from the void like a waterfall with a roar that shook the earth's crust, smashing the skyscrapers, floating islands and defensive turrets below into dust!

The moment they landed, the demons' previously rampaging killing center suddenly caught a whiff of something in the air.

That was the most concentrated spiritual energy of the Elven race in the entire galaxy!

The entire demonic tsunami descended into madness!

"Comoros...this is the lair of the Dark Eldar!!"

"Hahaha! It's Ada's bone marrow! It's pure soul essence!!"

The Slaanesh's legions let out an almost hysterical scream!