Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"It's too bright."

The engineer in charge of the solar sails immediately lowered his head.

"We will continue to compress the corona, transferring 12 percent of its energy to the lower city areas."

In Comoros, the Dark Eldar have long since banned psychic powers.

After the Great Fall, any unauthorized psionic fluctuations could attract the attention of the Lord of Pleasure, or even cause an entire network of nodes to fall into demonic invasion.

A once highly advanced race that relied heavily on psychic powers was forced to abandon the path it knew best.

We've moved forward ten thousand years in pure physics, dark matter engineering, space compression, and extreme biotechnology.

The Eldar of the Ark use idealistic technology, capable of creating ships from spirit bones out of thin air, and using prophets to foresee the future.

The Dark Eldar stole stars, compressed them into folded space, and used them as energy.

This alone puts them far ahead of the Empire's technology.

This is the Comoros, a land that strikes fear into the hearts of many.

It is impossible to see the entire Comoros from any fixed angle.

This is not a city in the traditional sense; it is pieced together from countless network nodes, subspace pockets, desolate worlds dragged into the network, shattered satellites, and stellar cages.

At the end of a street might lie another starry sky, and an underground elevator in a spire could traverse seven overlapping dimensions to reach another city hundreds of millions of kilometers away.

Even if a raiding ship had not received the correct clearance, it might not have been able to navigate around the outermost labyrinth of the Comoros, even if it flew for a hundred years.

This place is so vast that many of the Dark Eldar born in the Comoros have never left their pocket region in their entire lives, and they have no idea which direction the Supreme Lord's Black Throne is located in.

The Imperials often regard the Dark Eldar as a rare, corrupted branch of the Eldar.

They are completely wrong!!!

When the Great Fall occurred, the Eldar Empire's most prosperous core world was swallowed up by the Lord of Pleasure. Only a minority of Eldar who hid in the Ark escaped beforehand, while those Eldar who occupied the Webpaths, secret ports, slave markets, and illegal experimental zones avoided the most direct impact of the Slaanesh's birth.

They maintained a large population.

After tens of thousands of years of reproduction, cloning, and flesh and blood regeneration, no one can accurately count how many Dark Eldar live inside the Comoros.

Hundreds of billions? Trillions? Or even more.

The Dark Eldar far outnumber the Ark Eldar.

Comoros' population has never been a stable number.

Every day, millions of Dark Eldar die in assassinations, gladiatorial combats, coups, and experiments, while even more crawl back out of the Blood Gate Master's cloning pool.

Death is just an expensive treatment, if you can afford it.

A drop of blood, a piece of frozen skin, or even a small segment of nerve that has not yet completely died.

The Blood Gate Master of Comoros can then use this as a seed to regenerate a complete body.

Moreover, for the Dark Eldar of Comoros, there are no "good people" in the conventional sense.

If he did, he wouldn't live past the next day.

This is determined by their physiological mechanisms; the souls of the Dark Eldar are constantly being slowly consumed by the Slaanesh.

To fill the void in their souls, they must "extend their lives" by torturing other creatures and consuming their pain and despair.

If a Dark Eldar suddenly has a change of heart and decides to stop torturing slaves and killing, he will only age rapidly due to the depletion of his soul, and eventually his soul will be completely devoured by the Slaanesh, plunging him into eternal torment.

Therefore, in Comoros, the surviving Dark Eldar are all heinous villains, perverts, and serial killers.

On that very day, countless cloning pools in Comoros simultaneously experienced anomalies.

Within the Seventeenth Regeneration Zone, controlled by a sinister conspiracy, 30,000 transparent incubation chambers are neatly arranged.

A Blood Gate Master is observing a Conspiracy Clan noble whose body has been half-ripped off by a black hole weapon.

Only the head and part of the spine remain of this nobleman.

According to the original schedule, it would take him seventy-two hours to grow back a complete body.

The flesh and blood in the culture chamber suddenly began to grow on their own.

A faint golden light emanated from inside the spine, and new nerves extended rapidly like spring branches, while bones, muscles, and blood vessels combined with each other at a speed exceeding the equipment's limits.

Subsequently, all 30,000 incubation chambers simultaneously lit up with a pale golden light.

A young assistant stared blankly at the incubation chamber, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Mother……"

The two words had barely left his lips when the Blood Gate Master standing beside him raised his scalpel.

The blade pierced his jaw.

The young assistant collapsed to the ground.

The Blood Gate Master pulled out a scalpel and brought the tip to his nose to smell it.

“If this continues, his soul will begin to degenerate.”

Two deformed servants immediately grabbed the corpse and threw it into a nearby decomposition tank.

The Blood Gate Master himself sensed it; it was a feeling that emerged from the deepest part of his soul.

Warm and soft.

It was as if he had been drifting in the darkness for too long, and suddenly someone reached out and wanted to pull him back into their arms.

This feeling disgusted the Blood Gate Master, yet it also excited him so much that he trembled all over.

The Blood Sect Master suddenly laughed.

"She's back."

"The woman hidden away by the god of corruption has returned!"

Laughter echoed throughout the entire regeneration area.

More and more Blood Gate Masters are receiving experimental reports.

The same changes were observed in cloning pools across different urban areas.

Some ancient blood samples that had been preserved for thousands of years suddenly became active again.

Some fragments of souls that had been declared beyond resurrection have begun to draw upon the body again.

The Blood Gate Masters rushed to the data table, scrambling for every sample, sealing off the mutated blood, skin, and nerve tissue.

Someone killed all the assistants in the lab on the spot, just to monopolize the first clone that reacted.

Two Blood Gate Masters even engaged in a direct battle in the operating room over a single drop of blood purified by life force.

The explosion tore the entire experimental layer apart.

Less than ten minutes later, the secret societies of both sides sent new messengers to retrieve all the remaining blood, explosion fragments, and the still-warm brain tissue of the two Blood Gate Masters.

In the Comoros, discovering a new life phenomenon never equates to awe.

It only means competing for experimental materials.

……

The reaction was equally intense in the gladiatorial arena controlled by the Witch Spirit Cult.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators are watching a massacre.

Three hundred Imperial prisoners were thrown into an arena filled with shattered glass, facing a Katachan Demon Beast that had been modified with flesh and blood.

The sorcerers were cutting up the prisoners amidst the cheers of the audience, but deliberately not letting them die immediately.

Pain transformed into invisible nourishment, nourishing every member of the Dark Elf race in the stands.

Then, the echo from the goddess of life appeared.

A shaman who was about to cut off the prisoner's arm froze in place.

She saw a scene that did not exist.

Springtime, the river.

There was also a golden figure whose face was obscured, reaching out to her.

The blade in Wu Ling's hand fell to the ground, and her eyes began to moisten.

The next instant, a poisoned spear pierced through the arena, pinning the weeping witch spirit to the ground through the chest.

The female ruler leaped down from the high platform, her bare feet landing on the end of a spear, looking down at her.

"What are you thinking?"

Blood gushed from Wu Ling's mouth, and she was delirious: "I...I saw my mother."

Many of the surrounding spectators had the same dazed look on their faces.

The female ruler surveyed the arena.

Then, she drew her spear and threw the body of the dead witch spirit at the Katachon demon beast.

The monster bit into the corpse, and the sound of bones breaking brought the Dark Eldar in the stands back to their senses.

The female leader opened her arms and cried out, "We have no mothers."

"Gods cannot protect us; only blades, fleets, and pain can!"

She turned and pointed to the huge, constantly flashing projection above the arena.

The projection displayed the life mutation data that had just been announced by the secret meeting of the major blood gate masters.

"But what if that woman really comes back..."

"Her blood can create gladiators who never tire."

"Her bones could nurture war behemoths that would never collapse."

"Her nerves are so sharp that even the most dull-witted slave can react like a master of Bushido."

The stands erupted in cheers once again...

The weakness that surfaced in that instant was replaced by an even stronger greed.

The Dark Eldar do not allow themselves to remember their mother, but they do allow themselves to crave her flesh and blood!