Fear Is Useless Against Players

The City of Miracles covers a vast area, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Dilapidated Wraithbone towers stand on both sides of the desolate street.

A fog shrouded the abandoned Webway city.

The City of Miracles has always maintained a state of neither dawn nor night.

An unknown light kept the city of the Webway in a somber, neither bright nor dim, gloomy state.

On the edge of the City of Miracles, the Webway extends like a web.

The Webway varied in size; some only allowed one person to pass at a time, while others were large enough to accommodate warships.

These countless Webway of varying sizes constituted an ancient and Xenos transportation network.

At its peak, these Webway could reach every corner of the Milky Way.

The Dark Eldar have rarely visited the City of Miracles in the past.

Because there are no usable resources left here, only dilapidated Wraithbone structures and abandoned temples.

They didn't revisit this place until the Despoiler destroyed the Cadia Fortress, causing the Eye of Terror to expand and opening the Great Rift.

Because this Webway city is the closest to Terra, and there is a road leading to the throne.

In order to resolve the increasing demonic invasions in Commorragh, the Dark Eldar planned to create the Dark Throne.

The Dark Throne is an extremely evil conspiracy, a poor imitation of the Golden Throne.

Its primary function is also to defend against invasions from the Warp.

The Dark Eldar deceived the Adeptus Mechanicus with lies.

On the surface, the Imperium was asking to use several important populous worlds as bargaining chips in exchange for the technology to repair the Golden Throne.

Secretly, however, they intended to steal the technology of the Golden Throne.

In Commorragh, a 1:1 replica was created, modeled after the Golden Throne, to create their own Dark Throne.

They also planned to use the Emperor's genetic sample to clone a distorted copy to support the consumption of the Golden Throne.

The plot was seen through by Inquisitor Las Crowl before the deal was made.

The Adeptus Custodes who accompanied the transaction broke the box containing the Emperor's gene sample, thus disrupting the deal.

However, the Dark Throne project is still underway.

The situation in Commorragh is getting worse.

The Dark Throne is the Dark Eldar's lifeline.

Therefore, they are still focused on obtaining the Emperor's genetic sample.

Therefore, sentries were placed in the branch Webway on the Luna side.

They are looking for an opportunity to infiltrate Terra and steal genetic samples.

The moment humans entered the Webway, they were detected by the Dark Eldar of Commorragh.

The Kabal of the Flesh-Flaying Blood Skull, led by Vlask Maridrah, the murderous prince of the Poison Crown, was the first to make its move.

"What are these idiots thinking? How dare they even enter the Webway??"

Flax, the Kabal's Archon, stood atop a dilapidated tower of Wraithbone.

Gazing at the human camp in the distance,

A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth revealed an extremely cruel smile.

He has already come up with ten thousand ways to torture these ignorant humans.

He wanted to taste the fear and despair of these idiots amidst their screams.

When intense gunfire erupted from the human camp...

Vlask leaped from the tower, his body landing lightly on the ground.

Just before touching the ground,

His body emitted a soft thud, and then his entire being dissolved into a cloud of black mist.

"Praise the Omnissiah, praise the Machine God, praise the Motive Force."

The Magos, Adoli, chanted a blessing; his melody was harmonious, but his mind was not on the words themselves.

His data perspective consists entirely of internal observation screens.

The data obtained from the observation arrays deployed near the camp is churning in his sea of data.

"What a wonderful place."

Adoli exclaimed,

He could clearly sense that the Webway was constantly changing, extending and contracting in all directions, as if it had a life of its own.

The race that built this project must have been extremely advanced.

They possess profound knowledge that no humankind has ever grasped.

I really hope that one day, humans will be able to build such Webway.

At that moment, the war Servitor next to Adoli sounded an alarm.

"Abnormal biological signals detected."

The sound startled the Adeptus Ministorum of the Magos Adoli.

They all raised their enormous weapons.

The muzzle and detection array emitted a thin final beam of light.

"What's going on?" Magos Adoli instinctively retreated behind his Servitor and the Adeptus Ministorum.

The first rule for survival: Don't be the first to stick your neck out.

The Adeptus Ministorum's eyes shot out detection beams, scanning the thick fog and searching for hidden enemies.

But the fog seems to possess some special power; even with the detection array turned on at maximum power, it cannot see too far into the distance.

"Enemy attack. Activate HG541 defense protocol to annihilate all intruders."

A warplane Servitor issued a warning.

The massive Bolter mounted on its left arm roared, its ammunition belts clanging all the way to the bulky backpack on its back.

The other Servitor followed its signal and unleashed a devastating volley into the fog.

"Target lost, no kill achieved."

The war Servitor's weapons stopped working, and it did not achieve any kills.

"Cover my retreat." Seeing the situation was dire, Magos Adoli immediately turned and ran towards the camp.

Several Adeptus Ministorum followed him in retreat, while the war Servitor remained in place to hold off the enemy.

A strange, piercing scream rang out.

Several long, thin monsters covered in chains and spikes burst out of the mist.

They fired some kind of weapon, probably a dart, which instantly pierced through those massive war Servitor, tearing their flesh and implanted machinery Rend.

The newcomers were none other than the Dark Eldar.

"Lock onto the enemy and open fire at full speed."

"Execute the Kill Protocol."

The war Servitor numbly emitted sounds and unleashed attacks on the charging enemies.

In an instant, the sky was filled with explosives and energy beams.

But the speed of the Dark Eldar is extremely exaggerated.

They emerged from the mist like ghosts.

Their flexible and dexterous limbs possess astonishing reaction speed.

They dodged the war Servitor's barrage, rushed in front of them, and tore them apart.

Broken limbs lay scattered on the ground, crimson blood flowing alongside black engine oil.

The Dark Eldar followed closely behind the fleeing Magos Adoli, using the smoke that obstructed detection equipment to rush into the camp.

The alert Imperial Army immediately launched a counterattack, and the two sides clashed fiercely, with poison darts and lasers flying everywhere.

Boom!

The explosion echoed throughout the camp.

The bright firelight briefly illuminated the camp, which was slowly darkening.

The Dark Eldar are using clandestine methods to create a favorable fighting environment for themselves.

They kept emerging from the mist, like Incubi.

"Damn it, it's the Dark Eldar again."

After receiving the alarm, Inquisitor Galen hurriedly put on his armor and came out.

A well-equipped, heavily armed Stormtroopers squad assembled around the Inquisitor, protecting his safety.

Gallen came to investigate the whereabouts of the two Inquisitor, Crowl and Spinoza.

Of those involved in the Dark Throne, only the Adeptus Custodes and the Fabricator General escaped.

Neither the two Inquisitor nor their entourage returned.

Upon learning that the God Chosen were to enter the Webway to carry out a mission,

The Inquisition then dispatched Inquisitor Galen to investigate the whereabouts of the two Inquisitor.

Let's see if they are dead or alive.

If someone dies, their data and body will be collected as well.

If they survive, bring them back to Terra.

The well-trained Stormtroopers squads, scattered around Gallen, formed a defensive barrier.

Unleashing laser firepower at the approaching threat.

But then a swirling mist swept in.

A Dark Eldar warrior emerged from the mist.

It moved incredibly fast, instantly reaching the Stormtroopers.

These Dark Eldar warriors were like phantoms; mortals could only see their afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, several Tempestus Scions were killed.

It's important to know that after the Living Saint implemented the reforms, the Imperium army also underwent a complete re-equipment.

Tempestus Scions wear fully enclosed Power Armour and are equipped with advanced Shoulder Cannon and energy shields.

However, the armor plates made of a special alloy were sliced through in a single strike by the blades of the Dark Eldar.

But the Tempestus Scions are elite troops after all. Although they were caught off guard, they quickly organized a counterattack.

The Shoulder Cannon and the high-powered Lasguns in his hand swept across the Dark Eldar, instantly piercing their heads or bodies.

A Dark Eldar bypassed the two sides in the fierce battle and charged toward Inquisitor Galen.

Gallen fired two shots, both of which missed.

The Dark Eldar moved with incredible agility, combining ethereal elegance with chilling terror.

A sickly pale blue light shone through the gaps in the helmet.

He thrust the blade in his hand toward Inquisitor Galen, intending to sever the head of this high-ranking human.

Gallen's pupils slowly dilated; he seemed to see Ynnead beckoning to him.

Clang!

A giant sword blocked the Xenos's slender, poisoned sword.

"Damn Xenos, how dare you disturb our hot pot meal!!"

The Warmaster's roar was filled with boundless rage, like the cry of a terrifying the Beast.

After several days of travel, we finally arrived in the City of Miracles.

The players then planned to have hot pot and achieve the feat of becoming the first human to eat hot pot in the City of Miracles.

Just as they were enjoying their hotpot and singing, the Dark Eldar arrived.

The violent explosion overturned all their pots and pans.

The grudge over hotpot is irreconcilable!

A mocking smile appeared on the face beneath the helmet of the Dark Eldar warrior.

What does it mean to disturb your hot pot meal?

Who do you think you are? Why should we care whether you eat hot pot or not?

Also, forget about your hotpot, first think about the miserable state you'll end up in, broken into pieces!

I guarantee I'll slice you thinner than Ant-Cow slices!

"Monkey..."

The Dark Eldar hadn't finished speaking when

Warmaster then threw a punch at his face.

The Hellfire Inceptor Power Armor, the superhuman physique gained from the Primaris upgrade, and the skill 'Wrathful Might' obtained from the Emperor's Blessing

These factors caused the Warmaster's power to reach an exaggerated level.

The air exploded with a loud bang when the punch was thrown.

With a bang, the head of the Dark Eldar exploded.

Crimson blood gushed out.

The headless corpse twitched on the ground for a moment before collapsing.

"With this kind of strength, you dare to show off in front of me."

Warmaster shook the blood off his gauntlets and turned to look at the battlefield.

At this moment, more than a dozen Dark Eldar rushed out of the mist.

They bypassed the Tempestus Scions who were locked in fierce combat and joined forces to attack the Warmaster.

Their intention was to overwhelm and kill this powerful human with sheer numbers.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Dozens of crystal-like Warp fragments, emitting a hazy glow, flew out.

It moved with incredible speed, covering a vast distance in an instant and blasting the Dark Eldar's head apart.

"Trying to gang up on me? Do you think I'm a dead man?"

Ten-Timer walked out slowly, holding Scepter, while the Warp glow in his other hand had not yet dissipated.

At this moment, the mist beside them churned violently, like boiling water.

A Dark Eldar rushed out of the mist and swung his sword at Ten-Timer's head, intending to behead him.

Ten-Timer didn't even look at the other person.

With an outstretched hand, an invisible force froze the other person in mid-air.

Then, a radiance appeared above the other person's head.

Then, with a bang, the Aeldari's head was crushed.

The convulsing, headless corpse was also carelessly tossed aside.

"Trying to ambush me again? Do you think my Head-Squeezing Divine Skill was all for nothing?"

Ten-Timer spoke smugly and even started singing.

"How lonely it is to Invincibility."

Warmaster rolled his eyes. "You didn't say this when you saw Mephiston and Ahriman before?"

Ten-Timer poked the Warmaster's armor with his Scepter, "Sometimes I really want to blow your Brain Burst and kill you."

"You call yourselves good brothers, and you're smearing me like this?"

Warmaster laughed and said, "How am I criticizing you? Just recounting what you've done makes it seem like I'm criticizing you?"

Inquisitor Galen: "..."

The Emperor's lovable God Chosen are at it again, making fun of each other as usual!

"My two God Chosen, the enemy hasn't left yet," Gallen whispered a reminder.

"I'll talk to you after the fight is over."

Ten-Timer raised his Scepter, unleashing a surge of violent spiritual energy that instantly coalesced into lightning.

"Xenos, take this Thunder Wrath White Lotus!"

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning suddenly erupted from the end of the Scepter, instantly striking several Dark Eldar riding Jetbike, sending them flying and blasting the hover motorcycles into fireballs.

The Warmaster also picked up his greatsword and charged towards the distant enemy.

Swords flashed, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, like a scene from a hellish carnage.

On the other side of the battlefield,

A wounded Dark Eldar, his face contorted in pain, crawled toward the mist beyond the battlefield.

Just a few steps away from hiding in the mist,

A heavy boot pressed down on his back, so heavy that it immobilized him and caused him to cough up blood continuously.

He struggled to break free, but the boot only grew heavier.

Click! Click!

The sounds of bones and armor breaking rang out simultaneously.

"No!" the Dark Eldar pleaded.

But the owner of the boots ignored his pleas.

Instead, continue to exert force.

They didn't stop until they crushed his chest.

"They're dead already? I thought the Dark Eldar would have stronger vitality!!"

The Damo Dark Eldar, and clicked his tongue.

He then picked up his gun and fired at the enemy in the distance.

His marksmanship was incredibly accurate.

Each shot would either take the head of an Aeldari or blow up their Jetbike.

"Boss, your marksmanship is getting more and more accurate."

The three hundred people standing nearby (could the Keeper of Secrets do it once?) stared wide-eyed at the Damo's kill record.

All I could feel were the echoes in my head: First Blood, Double Kill, Triple Kill, Quadra Kill, Penta Kill, Aced.

"There's no special skill involved in shooting; it's all about practice," Damo said. "You should use the Chainsword less often and practice more."

"Okay." Sanbai nodded and continued, "I feel like we've been tricked by the operations team. They put us into a storyline as soon as Webway."

"I'm used to it. When has the operation team ever been honest or disastrous?" Damo shrugged indifferently.

Suddenly, Damo felt uneasy and instinctively rolled forward.

A black sword appeared out of thin air and slashed at the spot where he had just been standing.

If it had been just a little later, he would have been cut in two.

"Oh my, that scared me to death." Damo was somewhat relieved.

Luckily I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have had to log off and wait to respawn.

A voluptuous, curvaceous dark female Aeldari appeared out of thin air, holding the black sword in her hand.

Those beautiful eyes were somewhat taken aback when they saw the Damo completely unharmed.

She couldn't understand how this human had dodged her fatal blow.

"And a beautiful young woman at that." Damo grinned. "Judging by her attire, could she be Wych?!"

The Wych is a branch of the Dark Eldar, possessing a twisted pursuit of debauchery.

They obtain pleasure and soul fragments through Arena combat or debauchery.

They are the socialites of Commorragh, possessing beauty and physiques that are the envy of many races in the Milky Way.

Besides her bedroom skills that could leave a man completely exhausted, she also possessed top-notch combat skills and an astonishing talent for poisons.

The dark female Aeldari did not reply, but instead charged into the Damo again with her sharp blade.

Damo dropped his Bolter, drew his dagger, and charged forward.

After several rounds of fierce fighting,

The Damo dagger pierced the opponent's abdomen, broke one of his hands, and slammed him into a dilapidated Wraithbone building.

"Tsk tsk, what a pretty girl. Too bad, she's going to be kicking her own bucket today."

"Hurry up and climb. The more you struggle, the more excited I get."

Damo strode over and saw that the other person had an amazing will to survive and was trying to crawl away from the ruins and hide.

At this moment, Vlask, who had been hiding in the shadows, made his move.

He couldn't just stand by and watch his lover get killed.

Vlask wore black armor covered in bone spikes and wielded a longsword engraved with ancient runes.

Black mist swirled around him, and his eyes emitted a ghostly green light.

His speed was incredibly fast; several afterimages of him appeared in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the unsuspecting Damo and three hundred were cut in half at the waist.

"Boss, we're going to die."

The three hundred men, now only half-bodied, shouted.

Vlask: "..."

Who the hell are these guys?

Aren't they afraid?

Why are you so happy after I killed you?

Could it be that the Corpse Emperor has mastered the technology to transform the Ork Boyz into a human?

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get that guy."

Damo raised his gun and fired first at the Dark Elf Aeldari crawling in the distance, blowing her head off.

Then he turned the gun on Vlask.

Three Hundred followed him and fired at Vlask together.

When Vlask saw his lover killed, he was enraged.

Wielding his giant sword, he sliced the two of them to pieces, then pounced on the other players.

As the Archon of the Kabal, Vlask's combat prowess is beyond doubt.

In the Commorragh, a place rife with betrayal, intrigue, and bloodshed.

The fact that he rose from a lowly motorcyclist to a position in the Kabal of the Flesh-Flaying Blood Skull shows that he is no ordinary person.

Before long, several players were killed by his sword, their deaths tragic.

"I'll be your opponent, Xenos."

The Warmaster started running towards where Vlask was.

Its massive body moved like a heavy tank, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

He put the greatsword back into his personal storage (Dimensional Space) and took out the Adamantium and short spear from it.

"What foolish confidence one must have to make the decision to challenge me."

"Since you're so reckless, then die by my sword, you foolish Mon-keigh."

Vlask also noticed the human who had challenged him.

He threw aside the corpse in his hand and charged towards the other man.

Clang~

Swords and shields clashed, their clanging sounds echoing across the battlefield.

Vlask felt a numbness in his hand.

He felt as if he had been hit by a speeding battleship, and was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the Wraithbone building in the distance.

"Now, let's see who dies first in this battle."

"In the name of the Emperor, today we will slaughter you all."

The Warmaster shouted, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the heavens.

This breathtaking scene elicited cheers from the Imperium's side.

Praise for Emperor, Living Saint, and God Chosen was incessant.

P. S.: No mole, just some funny pictures.