Under the control of the three Dark Eldar captives, the slave-capture ship weaved swiftly through the complex web of waterways, stirring up the mist.
Datch stood beside the ship, watching the countless branching paths rapidly recede with a bored expression.
Each of these junctions connected to unknown worlds and led to every corner of the galaxy.
The webway was the creation of the ancient Aeldari saints. Many sections had been destroyed, but what remained was still enough for the Dark Eldar to roam freely across the galaxy.
It was not hard to imagine how rich the legacy of the ancient wise ones had been.
What did it mean to be a wealthy second-generation heir? The Aeldari were undoubtedly wealthy second-generation heirs.
The inherited legacy was squandered, yet even now it had not been exhausted.
The webway was like a maze, constantly changing. A single mistake could leave one lost forever, unable to escape.
As the slave ship drew closer to Commorragh, the surrounding environment gradually changed.
The surging white mist slowly took on a purplish-red hue. As time passed, the symptoms grew stronger, sometimes reaching pathological levels.
Strange and terrifying reliefs appeared on the bone-covered walls, sending chills down the spine.
Those reliefs looked alive, their gazes following the ship's movement. It was deeply unsettling.
The three Dark Eldar captives steered the ship while exchanging glances, secretly plotting something.
The Masque of Slaanesh, who was supervising the labor, did not react. She was simply looking forward to what would happen next.
Giving the prisoners a sliver of hope, only to extinguish it afterward, was extremely satisfying.
Just thinking about it made her whole body feel hot and itchy.
After sailing for a while, the slave-capture ship passed through a screen of light at incredible speed.
Thus, they entered Commorragh, the dark city that served as the base of the Dark Eldar.
The sight before him made Datch's pupils contract. He drew in a sharp breath.
Commorragh was an unimaginably massive city.
Countless tall, terrifying buildings stretched in every direction, continuing to the edge of sight. Their height far surpassed the hive spires of human worlds.
They clustered together like countless sharp fangs, piercing the void.
The buildings of the Dark Eldar possessed a twisted, horrifying beauty.
They were covered in iron spires and sharp blades. Slaves who had been tortured to death hung from the outer walls.
When the wind blew, the corpses swayed endlessly, making dull sounds.
Above the magnificent, towering arches hung rows of skeletons and blood-stained limbs, creating a terrifying, blood-soaked scene.
Above the center of the city floated an unimaginably large black star.
It hung there silently, surrounded by several smaller stars.
Rumors claimed these stars were used by the Dark Eldar as energy cores for the entire Commorragh through ancient technology.
Commorragh was not only the headquarters of the Dark Eldar, but also home to many xenos, bounty hunters, and even rogue traders and traitors who had betrayed the Imperium.
They had all come here seeking cooperation.
Commorragh was a terrifying hell, yet in the world of assassins, the Dark Eldar held a very high reputation.
If sufficient payment was offered, these madmen could be hired to do terrible things.
The slave ship Datch was aboard belonged to one of Commorragh's largest conspiracy Kabals, ruled by the ruthless Kabal leader — Asdrubael Vect.
When Commorragh was first founded, it maintained the traditions of the ancient Aeldari Empire ruled by noble houses.
They inherited power through bloodlines and sometimes used cruel methods to eliminate rising threats in order to stabilize their rule.
It was the current ruler of Commorragh, Vect, who changed this situation.
Vect was born before the fall of the Aeldari Empire.
At that time, he was nothing more than a lowly slave.
Born to humble origins, Vect refused to accept his fate. Instead, relying on his own abilities, he climbed the hierarchical ranks of Commorragh step by step.
He pioneered the organizational form of the "Kabal" to recruit all kinds of talent and single-handedly founded the Kabal of the Black Heart.
To seize supreme power in Commorragh, Vect carefully plotted.
He first had his subordinates abduct a Fire Lizard cruiser and bring it back above Commorragh, then sent a distress signal from the ship's think-tank.
When they were ordered to suppress it, they deliberately delayed in order to keep the Fire Lizards alive.
They provoked the Fire Lizard Chapter, forcing them to do everything in their power to rescue their battle-brothers.
This plan was extremely effective.
Unaccustomed to defense and used to attacking outward, Commorragh fell into chaos from the sudden Astartes assault.
Vect seized the opportunity to send the coordinates of various ancient bloodlines to the Fire Lizard Chapter, inciting them to eliminate those houses.
At the same time, he sent capable subordinates to take advantage of the chaos, beheading the original rulers and framing the Fire Lizard Chapter.
At the same time, they also dealt with the pleasure cults that might become threats in the future!!
After the Astartes withdrew, the order of the old dark city was completely destroyed, and the Black Heart became the symbol of the new order.
Thus, Vect became the greatest Archon of Commorragh and had ruled ever since.
The city's webway corridors crisscrossed with ships, leaving intersecting trails.
Some ships left the port, heading toward glowing web portals in preparation for new raids.
Others entered port, their holds filled with slaves and spoils taken from across the galaxy.
Countless ships docked beside the towering spires, anchored to the port platforms by purple electromagnetic beams, awaiting unloading and rest.
Hundreds of humans and other xenos creatures were driven out of the holds.
One after another, their clothes were ragged, their faces haggard, their eyes filled with terror of an unknown fate.
Dark Eldar overseers cracked barbed whips, herding the slaves into long lines toward the slave markets deep in the port.
At the market stalls, buyers from various Kabals and ancient bloodlines examined the "merchandise."
They looked at the slaves with the eyes of livestock.
Occasionally, they would pry open a slave's mouth to check their teeth or roughly tear their clothes to inspect their bodies.
Selected slaves were branded and dragged deep into the city.
Their fate was to become disposable for feasts of suffering, ending in sharp screams of despair.
Datch stared at the scene. These damned Dark Eldar were truly the cancer of the galaxy.
The slave-capture ship slowly sailed toward the port. The three Dark Eldar captives exchanged glances and nodded lightly.
The next instant, the ship shook.
A purple electromagnetic beam shot out from deep in the port, enveloping the entire slave-capture ship.
The beam was like a solid chain, firmly binding the ship in midair.
The engines roared violently but could not break free. The hull shook intensely.
The three Dark Eldar prisoners seized the opportunity to activate devices they had prepared long ago.
Transforming into three blurry black shadows, they dashed across the deck and out of the cabin.
Datch was not particularly surprised by the sight.
In the background lore, the Dark Eldar were portrayed as despicable, shameless, evil, and vicious beings, so it was only natural they would do something like this.
These three captives had been acting from the very beginning, luring him into this cleverly laid trap to force him to deal with the corrupt conspiracy Kabal.
"These damned NPCs actually tried to deceive the kind-hearted Player. You've already brought death upon yourselves."
He turned to the Masque of Slaanesh and gave the order. "My dear, go kill them quickly."
When the Masque of Slaanesh heard the words "my dear," the corner of her mouth lifted slightly.
Has he finally been charmed by me?
He will soon become mine.
Making the Nameless One, who even frightened the Chaos Gods, into my servant — just thinking about such an achievement made her head go blank.
The Masque of Slaanesh flashed and vanished from the spot.
Soon after, three screams suddenly echoed from somewhere in the port.
Meanwhile, Datch did not stop either. He took several Poké Balls from his game inventory.
Pugh and his angels — Orange, Zarhulash, Skarbrand, and the ever-chuckling Changeling — were all summoned.
"Go kill them quickly. Don't hold back at all."
Datch opened the exit of the Room of Requirement and ordered Mordachi and the Primaris Space Marines to begin the massacre.
"Hide no conscience or mercy. Kill every Dark Eldar you encounter."
At that moment, a voice rang out from within the slave-capture ship.
"Surrender, foolish human. You are already surrounded."
"If you behave better, you might receive a little mercy from the Supreme Lord and avoid dying in such suffering."
"By the way, did you really think you could sneak into Commorragh? How foolish."
"The moment you entered the webway channel, all your actions were under our surveillance!!"
Shuttles surrounded the slave-capture ship one after another.
Kabalite warriors clad in black armor and armed with weapons emerged from the shadows, preparing to board the slave-capture ship.
Ships equipped with armed weapon systems surrounded them, their cannons glowing with energy aimed at the lone slave-capture ship.
Meanwhile, live coverage of the pursuit was being broadcast on screens throughout the city.
A human had attacked Commorragh, and the Black Heart conspiracy was about to crush them.
Headlines like this alone were enough to excite people.
Many Dark Eldar watched the screens with expectant eyes, looking forward to the upcoming performance.
Datch looked out the porthole, a mocking expression on his face.
"I originally planned to hide my power and play with everyone, but since you've gone this far, I won't pretend anymore. I'll be honest."
"Emperor Armor, transform!"
Item transformation consumed physical stamina, but considering the cunning and malice of the Dark Eldar, transforming into the Emperor's Champion was still safer.
Golden light flashed. A lavishly decorated imperial belt appeared around Datch's waist.
Suddenly, golden light erupted violently and sacredly.
In an instant, Datch transformed into the Emperor's Champion wielding the Auric Sword, radiating overwhelming presence and dominance.
Datch leaped up, smashed through the porthole, and landed on the bow of the slave-capture ship.
Facing the many Dark Eldar standing on the shuttles, he spoke.
"Having many people is a good thing. To make a living, numbers don't matter — ability does. I'll show you something powerful."
With a thought, a faintly glowing block appeared in Datch's palm.
It was a fragment of the blue giant, shattered by the Ancient God's Pickaxe and stored in his game inventory.
Now it was finally being used.
"Take my Blue Giant bombardment, you xenos scum."
Datch hurled the blue giant fragment forcefully toward the Dark Eldar.
Those men reacted quickly, immediately raising their guns and opening fire.
They thought it was a grenade or explosive and tried to detonate it early.
However, they accidentally destroyed the mysterious barrier on the outer layer of the block.
Boom!!
The blue giant fragment instantly returned to its original form.
A scorching plasma mass over one kilometer in diameter appeared — a glowing sphere reaching millions of degrees.
It floated in the center of the port like a small sun, illuminating the entire port as brightly as daylight.
The terrifying heat instantly evaporated nearby ships and any Dark Eldar who could not escape.
Boom!!
The shockwave of the explosion spread in all directions.
The towering spires were struck by the shockwave and snapped in half.
Magnificent arches melted from the extreme heat, flowing metal gathering on the ground into rivers of scorching liquid.
The violent reliefs shattered in the heatwave, countless suffering faces turning to dust.
The once lively and bustling port was engulfed in a sea of fire within seconds, surrounding Datch and causing massive damage.
Boom!!
Another explosion roared. Flames erupted into the sky, illuminating half the heavens.
At this moment, the creatures Datch had summoned also launched their attacks, bringing chaos and massacre.
Zarhulash floated in the air, his silver body glowing strangely in the firelight.
Dazzling energy beams gathered in his hands. Wherever the beams passed, terrifying explosions occurred.
Dark Eldar ships exploded into pieces on the spot.
Warriors who had narrowly escaped the star fragment explosion were blasted by the beams and instantly evaporated, not even leaving ashes.
"C'Tan??"
Among the blood actors who had lived for many years, some recognized the silver figure with voices full of terror.
The C'Tan was the eternal enemy of their race.
It had been written into ancient myths so that future generations would never forget the terrifying nightmare.
But this was not the most terrifying part.
When the Masque of Slaanesh appeared, the blood dancers trembled with fear, their legs shaking as they turned and ran while screaming that the Dark Prince had come.
The Masque of Slaanesh danced amid the flames. Her graceful movements drew the attention of every Dark Eldar.
They stared blankly at her, eyes unfocused, pupils dilated.
Their souls were captivated by the elegant dance and gradually peeled away from their bodies.
The Masque of Slaanesh danced while massacring.
Sword light flashed. Blood splattered.
Frozen Dark Eldar fell one after another, thin lines of blood appearing on their throats.
Even in death, they kept smiling, unable to escape their immersion in the beauty of the dance.
The Changeling dashed through the shadows, constantly changing form.
Sometimes he took the appearance of a Kabalite commander and issued contradictory orders.
Sometimes he played the role of a disaster herald, delivering false information to each squad.
At other times, he transformed into an ordinary warrior and caused panic and chaos among the crowd.
Skarbrand roared in massacre, the massive daemon corpse rampaging through the ruins of the port.
His heavy battle axe tore apart Dark Eldar warriors along the path with a single swing.
Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines also joined the battlefield, unleashing the Emperor's and the Nameless One's wrath upon the traitors.
Datch led his army in a massacre through Commorragh, destroying the port in an instant.
Many buildings were also set ablaze, burning flames illuminating the sky of Commorragh City.
At that moment, the Emperor used the Nameless One as an anchor and tore open a rift in the warp.
(Emperor: No matter who the Nameless One fights, I will help the crowd.)
A cursed warrior clad in pitch-black power armor emerged from the rift amid the flames.
Countless explosive bolts roared with fire and detonated among the Dark Eldar ranks.
Each explosive bolt caused a rain of blood. The flames of the explosions symbolized the harvest of lives.
The Dark Eldar immediately collapsed, screaming and scattering in all directions.
Now an Emperor's Champion, Datch floated in the air, looking down at the burning hell beneath his feet with a slight smile on his lips.
This was only the beginning — he wanted them to feel the terror of the Player.
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Meanwhile, deep within Commorragh, inside the Black Heart Fortress.
Asdrubael Vect sat on his barbed throne, enjoying a delicious snack.
The hall was a spacious single-walled chamber with hundreds of narrow window frames intertwined like sharp teeth.
The angles of the window frames were cleverly designed to block the outside view while allowing the one seated on the throne to look down upon all of Commorragh.
Beneath the dome, victims hung one after another.
The victims had been gathered from across the galaxy, including humans, Aeldari, Orks, Tau, and other races.
They were suspended from various cruel torture devices, letting out sharp screams in rhythm with the music echoing through the corridors.
Amid the cries, Remian twisted her seductive body in revealing clothing.
Their dance was extremely vulgar, every movement filled with raw suggestion.
Their bodies twisted in time with the victims' screams, each beat perfectly synchronized with the sharp sounds.
It was as if those painful moans and howls were music.
Vect smiled at the corner of his mouth, watching this twisted feast.
His fingers gently tapped the armrest of the throne, moving in time with the music's rhythm.
Everyone sat in silence, fearing to disturb the Supreme Lord's mood.
Vect was once again enjoying the feeling of holding overwhelming power.
From slave to ruler, he had spent over ten thousand years climbing step by step to the pinnacle of power.
Fools who believed their bloodlines were noble died one after another under his schemes.
Families were torn apart, and their remaining wealth was stored in his treasury.
Just as Vect was enjoying himself—
Boom!!
An indescribable shockwave surged forth.
The Black Heart Fortress shook violently. The victims hanging beneath the dome swayed intensely and let out even sharper screams.
Remian and the witches fell to the ground, their obscene dance turning into a messy tumble.
Vect suddenly stood up and peered through the sharply angled window frames, gazing into the distance of Commorragh.
The once-bustling port platform had now been flattened. Red flames illuminated the entire sky over Commorragh.
Vect's face twisted with shock and anger. He turned and asked,
"What is happening?!"
His voice echoed throughout the great hall. The attendants around him knelt, bodies trembling, pressing their foreheads hard against the cold floor.
They feared looking up at the Supreme Lord or making a sound — they feared drawing attention.
When the Supreme Lord was enraged, any disrespectful act became a fuse for death.
At that moment, hurried footsteps could be heard from outside the corridor.
A Dark Eldar warrior in black armor rushed into the hall.
His breathing was ragged, and his face showed barely concealed panic.
He dropped to one knee ten meters from the throne, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed deeply.
"Supreme Lord, the Urg Port has fallen to a human attack."
Vect's brow furrowed deeply.
"Humans? Those damned apes?"
"Why aren't they fighting the gods of the warp? Why come to Commorragh for the Corpse Emperor?"
The Supreme Lord paused for a moment before asking, "How many enemies are there?"
"The number wasn't large, but the other side used some unknown method to actually make Skarbrand, the Masque of Slaanesh, and other great daemons of the warp serve them. They even summoned the Cursed Legion."
Vect's face darkened at the messenger's words.
After the Great Rift appeared, Commorragh had been overwhelmed by a mountain of chaotic problems and had no time to concern itself with realspace.
How long had it been? Had the human Corpse Emperor already joined forces with the Four Gods of the warp??
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