The dim Commorragh was illuminated by the light of flames. Explosions echoed one after another.
Wherever Datch and his subordinates went, massacre and death followed.
Tall, twisted spires tilted and collapsed from the explosions, falling onto the streets below and kicking up clouds of rubble and dust.
Each collapse repeated a terrifying roar that echoed throughout the enclosed space of Commorragh like the death cry of a giant beast.
The Dark Eldar reacted with astonishing speed, immediately rushing toward the invaded areas.
From hidden hangars, countless small attack craft launched one after another.
They resembled shark fins — flat, sharp hulls with eerie blue plasma flames spewing from their sterns.
They sped through the gaps between buildings at high velocity, charging their prow energy cannons with a sharp buzzing sound.
In the sky, Razorwing fighter spires dove sharply.
Their wings curved far backward like jagged double-edged swords, leaving clear air trails in their flight paths.
Further in the distance, the massive silhouettes of Voidraven bombers slowly appeared like black phantoms dancing across the sky. Their bodies resembled towering electric spires, their surfaces densely covered with metal coils.
Between the coils, dazzling electric arcs crackled, illuminating the shadows cast by surrounding buildings with blue light.
The electric arcs gradually increased in density until they converged at a single point, forming thick lightning bolts that struck at Datch and his companions repeatedly.
Many bloodthirsty residents of the dark city emerged from alleys, windows, and hidden doors, joining the slaughter.
Small-Kabal leaders clad in barbed armor wore eerie yet excited expressions, reveling in the massacre while eyeing opportunities to seize more territory and power.
Mandrakes with glowing green eyes emerged from the shadow dimension.
Their bodies were incredibly resilient, covered in green patterns. One hand was wreathed in fierce flames, while the other gripped a sharp blade.
Nightmarish beings in black armor wore masks covering their entire faces, fitted with goggles that emitted cold light.
They wielded heavy Klaive blades or heavy chisels, dashing across the battlefield at astonishing speeds.
Beastmasters rode all manner of strange beasts into the attack.
Those beasts had multiple heads, bodies covered in scales and spikes, and eyes bloodshot with bloodlust.
Seductive, scantily clad witch spirits also joined the battle.
On the battlefield, they were truly a beautiful sight.
When they appeared, they often drew the attention of males, who became entranced by their alluring figures.
The residents of this dark city rode various flying vehicles, surging toward Datch and his companions from all directions like a flood.
Datch swung the Auric Sword, killing a member of a conspiracy Kabal, then took out the Kratos and Doom summon cards.
"Come forth, Kratos, Doom."
As Datch shouted, two beams of light appeared from nowhere.
Kratos, a bald man with a muscular upper body, appeared on the battlefield swinging his battle axe.
Doom, clad in dark green armor, followed closely behind, his face covered by a full-face helmet and gripping the crimson Blade of Judgment in his hand.
The moment the two appeared, they immediately began massacring the Dark Eldar.
In mere moments, they annihilated all the nearby Dark Eldar.
Severed limbs were scattered across the ground. The scene was extremely bloody.
Datch ignored the two gods of slaughter and turned to summon a vehicle he had not used in a long time — the Frost Dragon.
The moment the dragon appeared, it exhaled a breath of ice.
The entire street froze. Many Dark Eldar were frozen like ice sculptures, unable to move.
Datch and his subordinates were invincible, cutting down rivers of blood and mountains of corpses as they advanced.
However, there were far too many Dark Eldar in Commorragh.
When one nightmare disappeared, two more nightmares appeared in its place.
For every ten people killed by natural disaster, another twenty would fall from the sky.
They could not kill them all. They truly could not kill them all!!
Datch had once considered combining the star fragments in his game items to blow up the entirety of Commorragh and exterminate the Dark Eldar.
But in that case, the captured slaves would not survive either.
His mission would fail!
All the time he had spent coming to Commorragh would be wasted.
"This is really bad!!"
Just as Datch was at a loss for words, over a dozen Nightmare Swordsmen skilled in swordsmanship landed around him, forming a semicircle.
Without wasting a single word, they immediately launched their attack, surrounding Datch in an attempt to kill him.
Nightmares were the elite of the elite among Commorragh's Dark Eldar, and those surrounding Datch were truly the elite of the elite.
They had honed their swordsmanship from the moment they were born and had survived countless brutal battles to reach this day.
Their speed exceeded physiological limits and had reached a level comparable to magic.
Through accumulated experience, Datch's combat skills had reached Grandmaster level.
He could easily see through most of the enemy's movements and strike at their weaknesses.
In a one-on-one situation, he would almost certainly win.
Faced with the onslaught of Nightmares, Datch understood clearly that he could not match them.
However, as the Player with infinite resurrection ability, he had nothing to fear.
In the worst case, he would simply smash Commorragh.
The Nightmares attacked Datch. The tips of their poisoned swords aimed for Datch's throat at black-lightning speed.
Datch sidestepped and simultaneously swung his sword down, cutting the opponent's arm.
However, a second Nightmare struck him, aiming straight for his waist.
Datch had no choice but to draw his sword to defend.
Clang…
Two swords clashed, the sound of metal ringing out.
The other Nightmares seized the opportunity and thrust their poisoned blades from all directions.
Up, down, left, right, front, back, diagonal thrust, reverse slash.
Each sword strike precisely targeted Datch's blind spots.
Datch counterattacked fiercely but could not block every attack.
Fortunately, the Emperor's Armor was extremely sturdy. Its surface was covered in a golden light shield.
The poisoned blades pierced the light shield on the armor's surface but could not penetrate even slightly.
Datch's Auric Sword was incredibly sharp.
Every time he swung the sword, golden trails of light flew out, slicing through the air with sharp, piercing sounds.
The Nightmare-like monster in the front row was cut in half at the waist. Its upper body fell to the ground, entrails spilling out. After several screams, it died a tragic death.
Without stopping, Datch quickly swung his sword and decapitated the second Nightmare.
Just as Datch was absorbed in cutting down the Nightmares like slicing melons and vegetables, unleashing his full power,
a Nightmare launched a surprise attack from the side. A poisoned sword pierced the back of Datch's neck and emerged from the front of his throat.
Blood slowly trickled down the tip of the sword and dripped onto the ground.
The Imperial power armor protected vital areas with excellent defense and was virtually indestructible.
However, areas requiring flexibility, such as the neck and joints, remained weak points.
This Nightmare had seen through his true nature. In an instant, it killed him, putting an end to Datch's unparalleled harvest performance.
After pulling out his sword, the Nightmare Swordsman swung down once more for good measure, beheading Datch.
The head flew off. The headless corpse fell to the ground. An excited expression appeared on the Nightmare's face.
Having slain the mastermind of the invasion, he would undoubtedly receive a corresponding reward in the distribution of merits.
Even the usually aloof high officials would have to treat him with a special attitude.
The most sexy and passionate seductive women could be chosen at will with just a flick of the wrist.
For now, he would stop here. Tonight he would hold a celebration. He planned to claim ten vixens with his spear and enjoy himself until he could no longer make contact with everyone.
Imagining the approaching orgy party, the Nightmare Swordsman's lips twisted into a grin, revealing sharp teeth.
The next instant, he felt a chill in his chest.
He looked down and saw the tip of a sword protruding from his own chest.
He struggled to turn his head and saw the human he had just killed standing behind him. Moreover, the wound on his neck had disappeared. He was completely unharmed.
"If you try to kill me, your death has already arrived."
Datch pulled out the Auric Sword. There was not a single drop of blood on the blade.
He reached out and pushed. The Nightmare's body slammed into the ground and died completely.
The other Nightmares stared at Datch with expressions of terror.
What the hell is wrong with this human?
How could he survive after being stabbed in the throat and decapitated?
What kind of monster is this human?!
How can we not kill him even in this state?!
Datch gave the Dark Eldar no time to think. Gripping the Auric Sword, he charged toward them.
Sharp sword light crossed and sliced through the line of Nightmares.
Severed heads flew. Arms were torn off. Miserably damaged bodies were split in two.
In an instant, various mutilated limbs covered the ground.
"Feel despair."
Datch shouted as he unleashed his full power to sweep away the enemy.
The Nightmares' exquisite swordsmanship lost its structure to terror. Their footsteps became messy in panic.
Datch swung his sword, mercilessly massacring the Dark Eldar and taking their lives.
He was like an tireless killing machine, a god of death who had stepped out of myth, crushing every enemy in his path to pieces.
However, the enemies kept coming.
The number of Dark Eldar killed was merely a drop in the ocean compared to the vast numbers in Commorragh.
After swinging his sword and cutting down a disaster that had descended from the sky, Datch felt slightly fatigued.
Transforming with items consumed stamina.
Even if he died once, the amount of stamina recovered was limited to the maximum value.
To return to his original state, he needed to cancel the transformation.
"With so many Dark Eldar, how long will it take to kill them all?!"
Datch's gaze swept across the entire battlefield. Skarbrand, Kratos, and the others were fighting bravely, cutting down wave after wave of Eldar.
But the enemies kept coming with no sign of decreasing.
At this rate, even if he worked until he died, he would not be able to kill them all!
Moreover, he had not come to Commorragh to slaughter the enemy, but to rescue the captured slaves.
Continuing the massacre like this was a waste of time.
They had to deal with the Dark Eldar decisively — to make those pleasure-obsessed madmen understand the terror of the Player.
Datch looked up at the sky of Commorragh. A massive black sun floated there.
A smile appeared on Datch's lips. An idea suddenly occurred to him.
He leaped into the air. His body shot high into the sky like a cannonball.
His speed increased, leaving trails of light behind him as he came to a stop directly in front of the black sun.
"I'll give you something special."
Datch opened the game shop, obtained the Ancient God's Pickaxe, and swung it forcefully toward the star.
Click…
Cracks appeared on the surface of the black sun. Light gushed out from them.
Then came the second round, third round, fourth round…
Datch swung the pickaxe repeatedly. Cracks appeared one after another, spreading like a spiderweb until they covered the entire surface.
Countless fragments scattered into the sky, emitting faint light.
Most of the fragments were collected into Datch's game inventory using items.
The remaining debris fell onto Commorragh, causing massive disasters.
Destructive explosions occurred one after another. Fierce flames instantly engulfed everything.
Shockwaves spread outward, destroying all buildings and blowing hundreds of Dark Eldar into the air, where they turned to ash amid the burning flames.
…
Inside the courtyard of the Black Heart Fortress in Commorragh, several of the most powerful Archons had gathered.
The news brought back by their subordinates only further fueled Vect's anger.
His elite forces had been annihilated by the invading army, suffering massive casualties.
"Supreme Lord, ordinary means are no longer sufficient to deal with those people," Valoxian Seserak, a Soul Hunter, was the first to speak.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Vect asked, looking at the other party.
"The Twilight Spear stored in the vault is an artifact with enough power to destroy a star. Perhaps we can use it to defeat them," Seserak said.
Vect frowned. Just as he was about to agree to have the other party go to the vault and retrieve the Twilight Spear to deal with those damned invaders, a voice rang out.
"I think…"
All the Archons turned to look in the direction of the voice, wondering who would be so bold as to interrupt just as the Supreme Lord was about to speak.
Had they been living too blessed a life? Now they wanted to become carving material for the Blood Walkers!
The speaker was Aurelia Malys, the leader of the conspiracy Kabal known for her sharp tongue.
This Dark Eldar noble was known for being bloodthirsty and ruthless.
At this moment, her entire body was trembling. Her face was as pale as paper, as if she were shaking with terror.
"I think we should run."
Lady Malys's voice carried unmistakable fear.
The moment those words were spoken, the courtyard erupted into an uproar.
"Run??"
"Reduced to fleeing from a pack of apes??"
"Do we have no pride??"
Many officials raised voices of criticism, venting their dissatisfaction, and some even began plotting to join forces.
Eliminate this cowardly woman and seize her territory.
Vect pondered how many pieces he should cut the other party into, his face darkening.
Commorragh was currently facing an unprecedented crisis. Lady Malys's suggestion to flee was completely unacceptable!
"Everyone, you might want to take a look at this."
Ignoring her colleagues' malicious gazes, Lady Malys turned on the holographic projector she had only just received.
Her Kabal team had gone all out to attack the mysterious figure in order to obtain information directly.
The Archons instinctively looked toward the footage Lady Malys was displaying.
The image showed a human in golden armor flying above Commorragh.
Then he swung a strange pickaxe and struck the black sun.
Countless cracks appeared on the black sun, and it eventually shattered into pieces.
Most of the fragments were collected by the golden figure, but some fell, trailing long flames.
The fragments fell across various parts of Commorragh, causing terrifying explosions.
Fierce flames engulfed magnificent, historic buildings and swallowed the crowds fleeing through the streets.
At this horrifying sight, the venue was wrapped in deathly silence.
The officials stood frozen, eyes wide, wearing expressions of disbelief.
"This guy… is he really human??"
"Where the hell did he come from? I've never heard of him!"
Vect could no longer hide his inner panic and muttered to himself.
This supreme ruler who had governed Commorragh for thousands of years showed rare signs of fear.
He could understand destroying a star.
But dividing a star into small cubes was a spine-chilling thought. This went beyond the realm of technology!
Even warp energy had no such method!
Seserak, who had initially supported activating the artifact, had now changed his attitude.
"I also… think we should run immediately."
"That man is beyond our ability to handle."
The other officials nodded in agreement, stating that Seserak was right and that they should flee as soon as possible.
"Leaving Commorragh was the right choice."
An unfamiliar voice echoed through the corridor.
The officials suddenly turned around.
Before they knew it, there was another person in the hall.
He was a clown. Dressed in brightly colored attire, his face painted with white grease makeup, he wore an unchanging smile.
His clothing bore the badge of the Harlequin masque.
This troupe had once helped Vect eliminate enemies and solidify his rule, which was why they were granted free access to the Black Heart Fortress.
"What do you mean?" Vect frowned, unconsciously gripping the armrest tightly.
"The Nameless One cannot be defeated," the clown's voice was flat. "Even the Chaos Gods cannot harm him."
The hall fell silent once more.
They had been extremely busy with matters in Commorragh recently and had paid no attention to what was happening in the Human Imperium!
Those who went out on slave raids had no understanding of the changes in human society. They only wanted to capture as many slaves as possible.
Who could have imagined that an unknown being with power even the gods could not defeat would suddenly appear?
What kind of cosmic joke was this?!
How could the Dark Prince, such a terrifying existence, be powerless against a human?
"I came to warn you. Whether you believe it or not is up to you," the clown continued, staring at the gathered Archons. "But I'll warn you — if you don't want Commorragh to be destroyed, you'd better hurry…
and flee."
"It would be better not to resist."
There was a hint of sympathy in the clown's voice.
"Otherwise, there is only one fate awaiting Commorragh — complete annihilation. The power of the Nameless One is beyond imagination."
That is all I have to say. The rest is up to you.
The clown was a messenger. After delivering the message, he hid in the shadows of the hall and vanished without a trace in an instant.
Vect's expression changed rapidly as he considered his next move, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips.
In the end, Vect ordered the Black Heart Kabal to cease the encirclement of the invaders.
Commorragh, I'm sorry. Please forgive my incompetence.
I could not protect you. I could only stand by and watch them trample you.
The Supreme Lord's decision brought quiet sighs of relief to many Archons.
They had no courage to face the Nameless One, so now was the perfect opportunity to order their subordinates to retreat.
As the evil conspiracy Kabal withdrew from the battlefield, other Kabals quickly made the same decision.
Commorragh had never been a place that valued honor or unity.
Preserving strength was most important.
The once-overwhelming Dark Eldar forces retreated like the tide, disappearing from the streets, vanishing into alleys, and withdrawing from the ruins as well.
The stubborn remnants who continued to resist were quickly annihilated.
After dealing with the foolish ones, Datch led his subordinates to rescue the slaves.
They quickly arrived at the nearest arena.
Kratos used his battle axe to violently cut through the prison gates where the slaves were being held.
Inside were hundreds of slaves of various races — humans, Greenskins, Kroot, Tau, and more — crammed into narrow cages. Their eyes were vacant, their emotions numbed.
Datch noticed that most of the slave NPCs had green or red exclamation marks above their heads.
Upon investigation, Datch discovered that green exclamation marks represented victims, while red exclamation marks represented traitor ghosts.
They had submitted to the Dark Eldar for various reasons and joined them in persecuting these slaves.
Datch freed the slaves with green exclamation marks above their heads and distributed weapons to them.
He ordered Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines to escort them to the port, seize ships, and evacuate.
Those with red exclamation marks above their heads were executed without exception.
After rescuing the slaves from the first arena, they moved on to the second arena, then the third.
Accompanied by the creatures he had summoned, Datch traveled to every corner of Commorragh, liberating slaves.
Datch treated all races equally — humans, Greenskins, Tau, Craftworld Aeldari, and others.
He checked whether the other party had an exclamation mark above their head. If they did, he freed them. If not, he killed them.
The Tau led by Aun'Shi were also rescued and blended into the crowd heading toward the port.
Since being captured by the Dark Eldar, Aun'Shi had been forced to become a toy for people's entertainment in the arenas.
To make him submit, they bought slave nobles from the Aeldari and many slaves from the Tau as well.
When the man said he did not want to fight, the nobles sent his kin into the arena to be torn apart by beasts.
Cornered, Aun'Shi had no choice but to make concessions repeatedly to save his people.
His repeated victories earned him many supporters, which in turn granted him certain privileges.
For example, better food, better housing, and so on.
The Tau had witnessed the entire process of the golden figure shattering the star.
They had also learned from the humans imprisoned in the same arena that the other party was known as the "Nameless One," a legendary figure with creative power.
"It's all just hearsay. This is not a power humans can control."
The Tau questioned what those humans claimed.
Tau scientists had studied humans. Humans were merely carbon-based organisms and could not possibly possess such power.
"Hurry!" a former Forged Warrior shouted, urging the slaves to move quickly.
Seeing the Primaris Space Marines appear, the Tau, including Aun'Shi, showed wary expressions.
Humans had never been very friendly toward the Tau before, so they had to remain cautious.
But strangely, this time these Imperial Angels did not show their previous hostility toward them.
Instead, they handed Dark Eldar weapons to them so they could counterattack enemies that might attack again.
"There's something wrong with these humans!" said Jiu Lun, a member of the Tau.
"There must be some terrifying conspiracy hidden behind this!" Aun'Shi said cautiously. "No matter what, we must not let our guard down."
"For the Greater Good, we must seize this opportunity to survive and spread the glory of the Greater Good throughout the galaxy."
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