Warhammer: Empire Reboot

When the spatial anchor lit up deep within the energy well, no Dark Eldar noticed anything amiss.

A very narrow crack slowly spread out along the well wall.

Immediately afterwards, two tall figures squeezed out from the crack.

Ash Velos was the first to land.

Her long purple hair slid down her shoulders, and her bare feet stepped on the stone slabs covered with dried blood.

Qianxian followed closely behind.

She had just regained her footing when her body suddenly trembled.

Countless emotions lingered in the air, along with the enormous void left by Slaanesh's relentless draining of the soul, so thick it was almost palpable enough to swallow whole.

Every brick in Comoros is steeped in torment, and every street flows with a soul.

To the great demon Slaanesh, this city was an endless feast.

Qianxian pressed her hands to her chest, her purple eyes quickly welling up with tears.

"It smells so good..."

She took a deep breath, tears streaming down her cheeks, but a sickly smile appeared on her lips.

"Praise your master."

"This place is simply a paradise flowing with the honey of the soul."

Ash's reaction was slightly more restrained, but she was still trembling with excitement.

The entire city before us is sustained by suffering.

Trillions of Dark Eldar torture others while fearing their own souls will be devoured by the Lady of Thirst.

This cycle has accumulated over tens of thousands of years. Any Slaanesh who steps in will be like a giant rat that has been starving for half its life falling into the royal granary.

Just as Qianxian was about to rush towards the nearest slave market, the dark gold collar around her neck immediately lit up.

A message was sent directly into her consciousness.

[Area of ​​Operation: Arena Area.]

[Action time: eleven minutes.]

[Mission Objective: Create panic to draw the Black Sun Central Guardians and spatial containment forces.]

[Direct attacks on the Black Sun Main Cannon and Dimensional Annihilation Device are prohibited.]

Qianxian touched the collar with a wronged expression.

"Only eleven minutes?"

Ash looked toward the patrol boat in the distance, which was gradually becoming suspicious.

"Eleven minutes is enough time for you to eat a lot."

Qianxian immediately laughed.

"That's true."

The two great demons knew very well that this city possessed the power to kill them.

The Dark Matter Cannon can tear apart a demon's body, dimensional weapons can throw an entire area into nothingness, and Victor also possesses a large number of ancient devices specifically designed to target Slaanesh creations.

Fighting head-on will only make you a sitting duck.

They chose the method they were better at.

Sensory deprivation, soul siphoning.

Ash raised her palm, and a sweet, exotic fragrance spread outwards along the energy well.

The scent penetrated the armor, breathing filters, and sealed walls, directly affecting the souls of the Dark Eldar.

Residents of the nearby neighborhoods initially felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure, but then discovered that their sight, hearing, and touch were rapidly disappearing.

They couldn't see the road or hear the alarms.

The body could still move, but the soul felt as if it had been immersed in a viscous liquid, making every movement slow and chaotic.

Fear then erupted.

News of the Slaanesh's entry into Comoros spread like wildfire along the city's communication channels.

Thousands of raider bikes rose into the air above the arena, their riders scrambling towards the outer passageways. Many hadn't even confirmed the enemy's location; they just wanted to get out of the area as quickly as possible.

Qianxian stepped into the street, walking slowly under the shadow cast by a spire.

The surrounding crowd was screaming.

Her movements remained elegant, her long black hair swaying gently with each step, and her face radiating the joy of attending a ball.

Dozens of Dark Eldar riding Marauder bicycles flew overhead.

Qianxian raised her fair arm and beckoned to them with her finger.

boo.

A soft sound resounded simultaneously in everyone's soul.

The Dark Eldar flying at high speed suddenly stiffened.

Their chariots continued forward, but the souls of the drivers were pulled from their bodies by an irresistible force.

Pink streams of light flowed from the eyes, mouth, and ears, converging in mid-air to form dozens of bright ribbons.

Qianxian slightly parted her red lips, and all the soul light streams immediately changed direction, being absorbed into her body in one gulp.

Soulless corpses tumbled off the raider bikes, crashing into the streets and arenas like a barrage of stones.

A look of utter intoxication appeared on Qianxian's face.

"Still not enough, keep running, little snacks, the more scared you are, the better you taste."

Ash has entered another street.

With each person they passed, a wisp of spiritual light emanated from that person and merged into their skin.

After the souls of those Dark Eldar were extracted, their empty bodies remained conscious, lying paralyzed on the ground, feeling their consciousness gradually fading away.

Panic quickly spread to more urban areas.

The defense system has begun to respond.

Dozens of dark matter turrets rose from inside the spire, and the Black Sun Central also received an alarm about the invasion of the Great Demon.

The network architects responsible for spatial containment were urgently reassigned, and the dimensional annihilation devices began to be redirected to the arena area.

The Black Sun craftsmen were busy adjusting the gravitational tethers to prevent the Slaanesh forces from contaminating the central nervous system through the energy pipelines.

All attention was drawn to the two great demons.

Inside the Black Sun control center of Eliadin, a maintenance door slid open silently amidst the sound of alarms.

Three clone engineers who had already obtained official identities entered the core area.

They wore just the right amount of tension on their faces, holding the maintenance order that had just been issued by the system. The guards along the way checked their identification tags and urged them to hurry to the third constraint node.

Once they enter the third constraint node, swarm intelligence immediately takes over the surrounding equipment.

The surveillance footage started looping.

Access control records were altered.

The two ruthless conspirators on guard only felt a slight chill on the back of their necks before their consciousness was frozen by the nanotoxin.

Space distorted for only a moment.

The chief forging master, along with three core Black Sun craftsmen, disappeared from the control platform.

More clones then entered.

They extracted the core storage crystal and completely copied all the parameters inside the central core.

The blueprints for a stellar confinement cage, the algorithm for a gravitational tether, and the folding formula for a dimensional bag.

A model of the distribution of dark matter energy on the surface of stars.

These technologies, enough to trigger wars between any civilization, were sent back to the dark side of the Empire within seconds via a swarm network.

Subsequently, a fragment of soul imbued with a strong Slaanesh aura was placed where the chief forging master had originally stood.

When the monitoring is restored, only a pink light will be shown passing through the central hub, and several Black Sun Craftsmen will disappear.

Even if someone notices something amiss, they will attribute their disappearance to the invasion of the Great Demon.

The chaos in the arena area continues to escalate.

As the eleven minutes were about to end, the dimensional annihilation device finally completed its recharge.

Large areas of space began to collapse inward.

Qianxian looked at the souls around him who had not yet finished eating, his face full of reluctance.

Give me one more minute.

Ash had already retreated into the rift, taking with her hundreds of the most fearful souls nearby before she left.

Qianxian gripped the edge of the crack with both hands, her fingernails leaving sparks on the surface of the space.

"Even half a minute is fine! Let me take one more puff, just one more puff!"

The collar lit up again, and she vanished instantly.

The dimensional annihilation beam crashed down, pressing the energy well and dozens of surrounding buildings into a black plane.

The two Slaanesh archdemons had already returned to Obulus III.

Chapter 276 The New Landscape of the Empire's Dark Side

Comoros, Obsidian Hall of Power.

The Supreme Lord Victor sat on a throne carved from living spirit bones, his eyes cold and sinister.

The dome of the Hall of Power was extremely high, and the dark matter light strips illuminated the entire space, making it look like an inverted bottomless abyss. The twelve chief ministers of the conspiracy stood on both sides.