Warhammer: Empire Reboot

There is never a second chair for Comoros when it comes to Victor.

"My Lord, this is the situation!"

The intelligence officer continued his report: "Those two thirsty ladies' great demons ravaged the outer perimeter of the arena for eleven minutes, causing immense chaos. Approximately three thousand Eldar have had their souls drained..."

"Who cares about the souls of those three thousand worthless people?"

Victor interrupted him impatiently: "Comoros crushes a hundred times more meat patties in the arena every day than that. Since the city of Comoros was founded, there has been more than one instance of a great demon invasion."

"But the chief forging master has also disappeared this time. Isn't that too much of a coincidence? Can anyone explain this to me?"

When the supreme ruler is enraged, it is no small matter; it means rivers of blood will flow.

The lords exchanged cold stares, each wondering if they could take the opportunity to eliminate a few of their rivals.

Hisar, the Grand Lord who ruled the arena area, was well-versed in the Comorian art of shifting blame.

He fired first: "Great Victor, these disgusting warp scum crawled in from the abandoned sewage pipes in the lower levels. The security there is completely rotten. It's under the jurisdiction of the City Infrastructure Department. I suggest a thorough investigation."

The opposing Grand Lord Corvi immediately sneered, "Hesar, you don't need to cry wolf. When you revised the infrastructure and security standards three years ago, you cut the budget in half. If the sewage pipes are wide enough for two great demons to waddle in, did you use the remaining budget to support your male concubines?"

"Don't bite like a lowlife throwing feces in the street, Corvi, this is clearly your responsibility."

The other great lord chuckled sinisterly, "The pipeline is from 50,000 years ago, so it's normal that it couldn't stop the great demon. Instead of settling old scores here, let's ask a practical question that will draw blood: who led the great demon Slaanesh to Comoros?"

The twelve high lords immediately looked toward Victor's right-hand man, Salkahn.

Salkahn was a defeated general who had just fled back from Lordson's territory with his remaining troops, while the two Slaanesh archdemons were Lordson's men. Who would believe there was no connection between them?

In terms of suspicion, these returning remnants are the most likely candidates.

"You all have your fangs pointed at me, it seems you want to shift the blame."

Salkahn had already prepared his explanation and sneered, "After I escaped death from the Tri-Star, the Supreme Lord personally ordered three high-ranking Blood Gate Masters to conduct a ten-level soul dissection and memory extraction on me. My loyalty file is currently in the Blood and Flesh Chamber."

"Hesar, if you believe that someone who betrayed the Supreme Lord in the heart of Losen could walk out of the Blood Gate Master's dissection table alive, then you are not questioning me. Are you implying that the Supreme Lord's instruments of torture are rusty, or that his judgment can be easily deceived by an outsider?"

"You want to take this opportunity to cut off my right and left arms, the most important person in the world. It goes without saying what your true intentions are."

Hisar's pupils contracted sharply, and a bead of cold sweat slid down his pale cheek and into his collarbone.

He immediately realized that he had been forcibly tied to some kind of guillotine by this damned bastard, who was even better at framing him than he was.

In Comoros, questioning Victor was tantamount to being immediately skinned alive and turned into a living carpet.

He immediately tried to explain.

Salkahn didn't give these schemers a chance to breathe, cutting straight to the point: "Don't try to muddy the waters. Someone needs the Great Demon to create chaos. I believe the Chief's disappearance is inextricably linked to you all... Now, everyone here, why don't you guess who among you is most coveting Lord Victor's stellar compression technology, even at the risk of inviting trouble, to create their own sun? My lords, please explain yourselves."

The high-ranking officials in the hall immediately lost their footing.

These words were like a high-explosive grenade thrown into a cesspool, igniting the suspicions that the Dark Eldar had accumulated over millennia.

"Bullshit, you dare doubt me?"

"I knew it was you, Corvi! Did you secretly buy spirit bones from the Eldar last month to build a stellar confinement cage?"

"Shut up, you Squiger! You dare say you didn't have spies in the Black Sun Central Command?"

The six chief lords simultaneously drew their weapons, accusing each other and daring to expose each other's most shameful and long-standing secrets in order to prove their innocence.

In this hall, as long as you seize the crisis and chaos, it's a perfect feast to send your competitors into the meat grinder.

But if things go wrong, you could be eliminated by your competitors.

Victor was used to watching these high-ranking officials fight like dogs.

After these powerful lords had finished tearing each other apart and revealed some private information, they finally spoke up to quell the chaos.

"Shut the fuck up, Salkahn, you step forward!"

When Victor spoke, the high lords in the hall immediately stopped arguing and lowered their heads.

“Salkahn, you investigate this matter.”

Victor issued a bloody order: “You have seven days to assemble your own investigation team. I don’t care what methods you use, dig out the thief who stole the Chief and the mole who planted Slaanesh. Anyone who dares to obstruct you is allowed to have their spine drained. If any Grand Lord is involved, wipe out his entire force.”

Salkahn knelt on one knee: "Yes, my great lord."

"in addition……"

Victor's gaze swept across the other eleven Grand Lords, whose faces were grim, like a blade: "This is clearly the revenge of that mad dog Lawson. As long as we don't find the traitor, the Great Demon may come again. Each of you should select two hundred of your top elites from your own conspiracy groups to form a joint rapid response team. If the Slaanesh dare to come again, use your elites to fill their stomachs!"

The faces of the high-ranking officials immediately turned ashen, as if a concubine had died.

That son of a bitch Victor is truly inhuman. By incorporating their elite troops into the Allied forces, he's exposing their forces to the observation of other great lords.

Who has stronger people, better equipment, and what their training system is—it's all out in the open.

But there was no room for negotiation on Victor's orders.

Within seven days, the investigation team arrested 4700 people on suspicion of colluding with Slaanesh.

The list was drawn up by Salkahn, and the suspects all had very distinctive positions: the shift leader of the network monitoring station, the middle-level manager of the armory, the dispatcher of the slave distribution center, the communications technician of the three intelligence hubs, and so on.

Salkahn suspected that they had been bribed by the dark side of the Empire and had betrayed the Supreme Lord.

The Dark Eldar never need reasons for their interrogations, only time. Their self-invented torture methods are unbearable for anyone.

All 4700 people eventually confessed and, in accordance with Salkahn's wishes, revealed everything.

They revealed Slaanesh's communication channels, network of contacts, and mastermind—answers exactly what the interrogators wanted to hear.

Because at that stage, prisoners will take the interrogator's hints as their own memories.

This was something the Dark Eldar were well aware of, but no one cared, and no one suspected the hyenas beside Salkarn, their supreme ruler.

As for whether those 4,700 Dark Spirits were wronged, who cares? As long as they confess, that's all that matters.

A guilty plea means the case can be closed, the investigation team has completed its mission, and Victor can demonstrate to the Comoros that order is still under his control.

All the criminals who colluded with the dark side of the Empire were executed, and their positions were vacated, only to be filled by new members of the Dark Eldar.

The vacant positions were naturally filled by clones sent in by Lawson.

Without making a sound, they seized control of key points in the Comoros.

The Empire's intelligence hub on the dark side began to simultaneously forward intercepted internal communications of the various lords to the swarm network, where the swarm intelligence would link these communications together for micro-management.

This includes, but is not limited to, framing, assassination, and a range of other methods.

All of this is done using Comoros' own rules, which is perfectly normal in this land of sin. This process has been running in Comoros for tens of thousands of years, and no one has ever questioned its legitimacy.

Because it was originally a standard tool for powerful rulers to eliminate dissidents.

Salkahn was simply replaced by a different user.

After the swift execution of these criminals, the Slaanesh did not invade again, but conflicts between the Dark Eldar increased.

Moreover, robberies and thefts have been frequent in Comoros recently.

For millennia, the Dark Eldar have plundered people and wealth, resulting in a vast accumulation of materials and resources in Comoros.

Moreover, this theft is not small-scale; usually, dozens of warehouses, or even a planet-sized material gathering place, are robbed at the same time.

No one knows how these supplies disappeared, but they just vanished.

Furthermore, many members of the Dark Eldar began to openly and violently rob people.

The first region to experience an incident was Comoros District 7.

The plundering fleet under the command of Lord Corvi had just returned to port and had not yet had time to unload a ship full of precious spoils into the treasury when the army of the Poison Blade Conspiracy Group next door attacked like mad dogs.

The reasoning was utterly absurd. A high-ranking governor of the Poison Blade Conspiracy claimed that Corvi's men had not only stolen their Web Keys, but had also turned their most beloved poisonous pets into sashimi.

In Comoros, such a pretext was enough to trigger a massacre, with the stingers of Darklight rifles tearing through the sky and looter bikes colliding wildly in the narrow streets.

The Pain Engine shredded Corvi's guards into mincemeat, and blood and entrails covered the entire Seventh District.

Just as the two groups of Dark Eldar were fighting outside, leaving corpses strewn everywhere and brains splattered, the clone archon who had instigated the war, along with a few trusted confidants, quickly stormed into the vault door of Corvi, which had been forcibly blasted open.

The dazzling array of treasures piled up like mountains was overwhelming.

"These pointy-eared people have terrible taste, but they do have a lot of good stuff."

The cloned governors quickly identified items in the treasury that were valuable to the dark side of the empire.

Now that the boss controls the dark side of the empire, he doesn't even care about ordinary scrap metal. Going through all this trouble to get ordinary plastic steel would be a waste of the static force field's material channel. If he's going to rob, he'll rob the good stuff!

This warehouse contains rare blind boxes that Lord Corvi has collected from the entire universe over the past ten thousand years.

"Thirteen units of [Purified Dark Matter Collapse Core], the main ship just happens to need one for the main gun core."

"And this... the Ark Engine Array from before the Eldar's demise, take it all, the boss will like it."

"There's even a half-damaged [STC Microenvironment Modification Machine]? These clueless idiots actually left it like trash in a corner? Take it away, take it away!"

Within minutes, these precious goods, along with the shelves that held them, were sucked away from the dark side of the Empire by the stagnant passage, like a whale drawing in water or a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

When the Poison Blade Grand Master outside stepped over the enemy's corpses and excitedly rushed into the treasure vault, ready to enjoy the thrill of looting, he only saw an empty hall where even the dust had been scraped away, and a line of words written in blood on the wall: "Fools, our Black Fang Conspiracy Group moved the stuff a long time ago!"

As a result, the two conspiracies lost control of their anger, the scale of the war expanded tenfold, and the Black Fang Conspiracy was inexplicably drawn into it.

They wanted to explain, but several of the Black Fang Conspiracy's warehouses were robbed at the same time, resulting in the loss of a large amount of valuable resources.

The enraged Black Tooth Conspiracy Gang and the other two gangs were practically fighting tooth and nail.

This is just a microcosm of Comoros.

From the day Lawson began to watch over Comoros, there will never be a moment of peace.

The 100,000 clones planted in the Comoros, under the micro-management of swarm intelligence, have become the most powerful troublemakers in the entire universe, and this number continues to increase.

It is estimated that the number of Dark Eldar clones will reach over a million in less than a year.

Today they fabricate the kidnapping of the High Lord Hersar's mistress, tomorrow they'll cut off the blood supply to the Witch Spirit Cult and frame the Blood Gate Master.

They instigated one bloody internal plundering war after another.

The Dark Eldar are a group of ruthless bandits. Once they suspect someone of stealing from them or discover a weakness in someone, they will pounce on them like sharks smelling blood.

In these massive civil wars that often involved tens of thousands of people being slaughtered, the clones directed the Dark Eldar to kill each other while taking advantage of the chaos to activate stasis fields and conduct the largest-scale zero-dollar purchase in the entire universe.

A metal ore the size of an entire asteroid, blueprints for a supernova reactor that the Titanium Empire hasn't even had time to mass-produce yet...

"Holy crap, what is this...?"

A clone lifted the lid of a huge cryogenic chamber and gasped.