War on the Dark Eldar

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Vlask climbed out of the rubble.

The other party's brutal charge caused him a great loss.

"You've given me a surprise, Mon-keigh."

"I've almost forgotten when was the last time I bled?"

Vlask looked at the Warmaster in the distance.

There was an indescribable malice in his voice.

The Warmaster didn't speak, but silently raised his shield and casually brandished his short spear, the sound of it cutting through the air constantly ringing out, sharp and piercing.

He then took another step, started running, and prepared to take down the Kabal's Archon.

Several Dark Eldar warriors rushed forward, attempting to halt the Warmaster's advance.

To gain a greater advantage for their owners

But then Warmaster thrust out his short spear one after another, piercing through those guys.

The last Dark Eldar warrior who leaped toward him was pierced through by him, then lifted up and hurled at Vlask.

The Archon swung his longsword, cleaving the Dark Eldar warrior in two.

After letting out a low roar, it charged towards the Warmaster.

"What right do you have to challenge me, Mon-keigh?"

Vlask roared, swinging his sword at the Warmaster's shield, sending countless Mars and leaving behind a series of shocking sword marks.

"I'm going to cut off your limbs, peel off your skin, build a toilet out of your skull, and also..."

The Warmaster parried with his shield, silencing the Archon's ensuing First Company words.

Vlask staggered backward from the impact, hastily swinging his sword in counterattack.

But it only left clusters of bright Mars on the opponent's shield.

This annoyed him; the guy was like a turtle shell.

No matter what kind of attack he launched, it all came to nothing.

No matter how cunning the achievement, it will be blocked by the opponent's shield.

His speed became meaningless.

Clang...

Another futile attack.

"Damn it, can't you just throw away that shield and have a real duel with me, you stupid Mon-keigh?"

Vlask was somewhat exasperated.

The thick shield made it difficult for him to attack; he couldn't break through its defenses at all.

But even the Warmaster couldn't attack Vlask.

The opponent is too fast; if you're not careful, they'll outflank you.

He could only rely on conservative tactics.

"Are you a useless brat who hasn't been weaned? You can't beat them, so you ask them to throw their shields."

In order to expose a weakness in the opponent, Warmaster broke his silence.

His words were brief, yet extremely powerful.

One sentence was enough to break Flax's defenses.

"How dare you? How dare you call me trash?" Flax screamed.

His movements grew faster and faster, constantly slashing at the shield, producing a clanging sound.

"You have been beaten into a pack of dogs by Slaanesh."

"You've lost everything, just to prolong your lives."

"Didn't you eat? Why do you have no energy at all?"

"..."

Warmaster kept speaking, using sarcastic words to trample the other party's arrogance underfoot.

Vlask's anger intensified.

He launched a frenzied offensive, attempting to break through the opponent's defenses.

However, this idea is destined to be futile.

The shield is too strong; it's a perfect counter to agile players like him.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be selling hooks to afford this Kabal!"

Upon hearing this, Vlask was stunned for a moment, and then went completely insane.

The Dark Eldar of Commorragh all pursue the ultimate pleasure of desire.

Simply being with someone of the opposite sex isn't enough to satisfy them.

Vlask rose from the very bottom, and outsiders have no idea how arduous that path was.

Only by selling one's body and soul for a pittance can one have a chance to climb up the social ladder.

Seeing the other party's completely deranged state, Warmaster laughed even harder.

"Looks like I was right."

"I'm going to write down your hook story, divide it into three chapters and six sections, and find hundreds of storytellers to tell it everywhere."

"Once you've made money, recruit more people, expand and strengthen your business, and strive to tell the story of your hook to every creature that can understand it."

The more Warmaster talked, the more excited he became.

Vlask grew increasingly enraged, and his attacks became faster and faster.

However, his movements also showed flaws.

Warmaster seized the opportunity, leaping forward and thrusting his short spear, leaving a horrifying wound in Vlask's abdomen.

Vlask pulled away, creating some distance, and looked at the wound on his abdomen, both shocked and furious.

"Today is your death day." The Warmaster closed the distance between them, raised his shield, and charged.

Vlask dared not confront it head-on and could only dodge.

The Warmaster seized the opportunity to sweep his short spear horizontally, forcing his opponent to raise his sword to parry.

Clang~

Another resounding clang echoed.

Vlask felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his longsword nearly slipped from his grasp.

Just as I was about to create some distance and gain a chance to catch my breath, my opponent charged at me again with his shield.

Vlask was unable to dodge in time and was knocked to the ground, his weapon flying out of his hand.

"Should..."

Before Vlask could finish speaking,

The Warmaster then struck his head with the edge of his shield.

Then he turned the spear around and thrust it down fiercely.

The spear, crackling with electric arcs, tore through the Archon's black armor like paper, piercing his body.

Crimson blood gushed out, splattering onto the Warmaster's yellow helmet.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Vlask stretched out his hands, coughing up blood, as he tried to pull the short spear embedded in his abdomen.

But the spear had driven so deep that it pinned his body to the ground.

His strength was being drained away with the flow of blood.

After several attempts, he was still unable to remove the spear from his abdomen.

The Warmaster looked down at his opponent from his superior position and said, "It seems I have won."

The warriors of the Kabal screamed and rushed toward the spot where the two were fighting, trying to save their master.

Do you think we're all dead?

The Twisted Man swung his thunder-stirred Warhammer, striking a Dark Eldar warrior.

With a single strike, the opponent's body was torn to pieces and sent flying backward.

"Xenos, taste the fury of the Warp, Buddha's Wrath Red Lotus."

Ten-Timer slammed his Scepter into the ground.

A terrifying burst of Warp energy erupted instantly.

Centered around the Warmaster and the fallen Archon,

Dozens of bright red lotus buds, ready to bloom, appeared.

They slowly unfolded, bursting forth with raging flames that coalesced into a tidal wave, sweeping everything away and devouring the dark lords.

"As expected of the chosen one of this version, he's incredibly strong." The Turtle swung his sword, beheading an enemy, and looked at Ten-Timer with envy.

"No one can save you."

The Warmaster lifted Vlask up as if he were carrying a chick.

He put his shield and short spear back into storage and replaced them with a longsword.

"Monkey... monkey... Mon-keigh, you..." Vlask gasped for breath, using the last of his strength to try and speak.

The Warmaster swung his longsword, the whistling blade aimed at the neck of the Kabal's Archon.

The head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

The story of Vlask thus came to an end.

Witnessing the execution of the Archon, the remaining Dark Eldar let out strange cries and then launched an even stronger offensive.

Vlask used the technology of an ancient Imperium to brand them with cursed marks.

Betrayal will make life worse than death.

This tactic is frequently used by other Kabal as well.

This was all to ensure the loyalty of his subordinates and to prevent them from stabbing him in the back at any time.

Therefore, these Dark Eldar must Revenge their master.

Facing the crazed Dark Eldar, the players showed no fear and retaliated with equal ferocity.

"Brothers, kill them!"

"Don't let a single one escape."

"Awesome."

"..."

The Dark Eldar are masters at using death to intimidate their enemies.

Unfortunately, players didn't buy it.

After a fierce battle,

The players single-handedly broke down the Kabal of the Flesh-Flaying Blood Skull.

The morale of the Kabalite Warrior, who were Revenge their master, was also utterly crushed.

After all, not Revenge, but merely being tormented by the brand,

If they keep fighting, they'll have to report to Slaanesh.

"Retreat."

"Retreat."

Seeing one of his men hacked to pieces by those humans, Guerrero, the vice-leader of the Kabal, was utterly terrified.

These humans are insane.

The remaining Kabalite Warrior retreated into the mist.

"Come and go as you please!! Do you think this is an inn?"

"Brothers, pursue them! Those who offend the Imperium, no matter how far away, shall be punished."

The Warmaster held up Vlask's head and shouted.

The players roared and charged out of the camp, riding Jetbike to chase after the Dark Eldar.

Inquisitor Galen looked at the players who were excitedly yelling and slapped his forehead.

"Are these guys from Krieg?"

"He just yelled like that and charged out??"

"Is the battle over?" The Magos Adoli, who had been hiding, peeked out from behind a cover.

Survival principle: Leave professional tasks to professionals; don't be foolish enough to get carried away and become cannon fodder.

Only after confirming that the Dark Eldar had been driven back by the God Chosen did the Magos Adoli slowly emerge.

After observing the damaged camp, he opened a data interface.

"Repair protocol initiated".

"We need to rebuild the camp and make targeted preparations for any subsequent retaliation from the Dark Eldar."

"..."

The players pursued the fleeing Dark Eldar for several days.

The entire Dark Eldar was completely stunned!

They used to be the ones hunting down humans.

Now they are being hunted by humans.

This is utterly upside down!

The worst part is that those humans were incredibly happy, shouting as they chased after them.

"Run, little darlings! If you get caught, you'll be in big trouble."

"The faster you run, the happier we are."

"Bad uncle is coming, little pigs."

"..."

Later on, the fleeing Dark Eldar were on the verge of collapse.

These humans are nothing but demons, a bunch of psychologically twisted freaks.

How could they possibly find pleasure in war and death?

Boom!

A red Razorwing jet aircraft was destroyed.

Several Dark Eldar with black wings were instantly engulfed by flames and blasted into pieces.

Only Dick survived.

He belongs to the Disaster Force of the Kabal of the Flesh-Flaying Blood Skull – Blood Wing.

This is a brilliant idea from Vlask.

Genetic technology was used to create a pair of black wings for the warriors, allowing them to soar freely in the air.

When the Kabal launches a surprise attack, Blood Wing members will seize air superiority.

Use your screams and speed to create immense psychological pressure on the enemy on the ground, leading to their defeat.

Dick flapped his wings, trying to drag his wounded body away from the place.

As soon as it took off, the roar of engines filled the air.

Upon hearing this sound, Dick panicked immediately.

The wound on his back also burst open at this moment, and the indescribable pain caused him to fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Realizing he could no longer fly, Dick looked around and took refuge in a nearby dilapidated Wraithbone structure.

He slowed his breathing, sealed his armor, and avoided the leakage of heat radiation and biological signals.

A short while later, the humans arrived.

They searched near the wreckage of the aircraft.

Dick didn't dare make a sound, hiding in the shadows and watching silently as they desecrated their companion's corpse and chopped off the dead man's head.

After they had done all that and made sure there were no survivors, they activated the thrusters and flew away.

Seeing the humans leave, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

We're saved!

The thought popped into Dick's head, and he was so excited he almost cried.

However, when he turned his head, he saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

An Astartes with Power Klaw on its hand stood not far away, watching him.

Dick didn't know when the other person had arrived, nor how they had silently crept up behind him.

Perhaps he was too focused on the humans searching outside and overlooked the dangers in other directions.

"I am the Night Lord," the Astartes said. "I have come for you."

Then he lunged at Dick.

"No..."

Dick let out a terrified scream, then his voice abruptly stopped, and an eerie silence fell.

On the other side,

Guerrero, the second-in-command of the Kabal, was speeding towards the Commorragh on Jetbike.

There were originally twenty-eight members of the Kabal who escaped the battlefield with him.

But the humans relentlessly pursued them, and members of the Kabal were constantly falling behind and being killed along the way.

Now, Guerrero only has two samurai left by his side.

When I heard that ghostly engine roar sounding behind me again...

Guerrero looked terrified; the humans were catching up again.

I clearly circled around them many times and took many shortcuts, so why were they still able to catch up?

Guerrero was really about to break down.

For most creatures, the Webway is like a maze.

Once you're inside, it's hard to get out.

But these humans always managed to pinpoint their location precisely and catch up with them.

How did these guys even manage to do that?

Guerrero turned to the two remaining Kabalite Warrior, "You two go and stop them."

The two Kabalite Warriors were very reluctant.

In this situation, attempting an interception mission would be a dead end.

But they had no choice but to turn the car around and rush Guerrero the fog to intercept the humans.

Two piercing screams were followed by a deafening explosion.

Clearly, the two Kabalite Warrior blocked the way were already dead.

"Damn it, who exactly are these humans?!"

Guerrero had followed Vlask on countless raiding missions.

He was the one who always hunted down humans.

I never imagined that one day I would be hunted down by humans.

These humans are different from other humans; they experience no fear. Even if you kill them, you won't gather any fear or despair.

Faced with death, they laughed even more heartily than those brainless Orks.

After rounding another bend,

Guerrero saw hope; Commorragh was just ahead.

"You monster, you still want to escape?"

A voice echoed from the mist, and an invisible spiritual force yanked Guerrero backward, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Guerrero got up and limped towards Commorragh.

He could survive as long as he entered the Commorragh.

Bang!

The sound of Bolter fired from behind.

After Guerrero was hit, he was sent flying.

Half of his body exploded, leaving him lying on the ground, barely alive.

In the mist,

Warmaster and the other players slowly walked out and stood in front of Guerrero, watching the Dark Eldar breathe his last in despair.

"Hang up his head, and this guy's too."

The Warmaster took out Vlask's head from the warehouse.

"Good idea," Ten-Timer agreed.

"..."

"We seem so arrogant." The Twisted Man looked at the Commorragh in the distance, where he could already see the Dark Eldar approaching.

"Let's go."

After hanging the other person's head on the cross, the Warmaster summoned everyone to leave.

When the patrolling Dark Eldar forces arrived,

All they saw were two heads impaled on spears and a banner written in blood.

This is what happens when you mess with humans. You are destined for elimination. Recognize your place, Xenos.

The news quickly spread throughout Commorragh, causing a sensation among various factions.

Dark alleyways, secluded Secret Chamber, magnificent temples, etc.

This matter is being discussed throughout Commorragh.

Bile Vect, the overlord of Commorragh and the current ruler of the Kabal of the Black Heart, quickly learned the whole story from his agents.

"This is a provocation against my authority."

Vect immediately guessed the malicious intentions of those humans.

Commorragh is a dog-eat-dog world, full of scheming and betrayal.

Once his authority is challenged by humans, he dares not retaliate.

Those ambitious individuals will seize the opportunity to launch an attack.

"They'll regret messing with the Commorragh," Vect said coldly.

The conflict that broke out Webway quickly reached Qin Yun's ears.

"These guys are really good at getting me into trouble, aren't they?"

"Going near the Commorragh to kill the Dark Eldar and leaving them messages—isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Qin Yun gave a rant about these noob players.

But he didn't mean to blame him.

The Dark Eldar are already right in front of us, why are we still worried about this and that?

"The Commorragh will certainly not let this go, but humans are not to be trifled with either."

"If you want war, then let's go. We can settle both the old and the new scores at the same time."

Qin Yun paced back and forth, pondering for a moment.

He turned to look at Little Fulgrim standing beside him.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings and public opinion,

After receiving the Emperor's blessing and having his Fragments of Humanity restored, Little Fulgrim donned a full set of black armor.

Clearly, the Emperor wanted to prevent him from following the same path as his original self.

In merging the Fragments of Humanity, he corrected Fulgrim's flawed character, which was driven by a pursuit of absolute perfection.

Otherwise, given Fulgrim's character flaws, he would never wear black armor; he would dress in the most flamboyant way possible.

"Captain," Qin Yun called out.

"Living Saint." Little Foggery stepped forward and bowed to Qin Yun.

"I'm giving you a mission," Qin Yun said. "Take a force into the Webway. If the Dark Eldar dares to harass us, make sure they don't leave alive."

"We need to let those Xenos know that humans are the masters of this Milky Way."

P. S.: 10,000 words a day, thanks for your support, brothers.

If you find any typos, just point them out and the author will correct them.

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