Let Commorragh Burn

The City of Dawn is just as its name suggests.

Always shrouded in a hazy, morning glow,

If those buildings weren't in ruins, they would surely be breathtakingly beautiful.

Since the collapse of the Aeldari Empire, City of Dawn has been abandoned.

A mist shrouded the dilapidated ruins, which were thus forgotten.

Today is the only exception.

The influx of humans and Aeldari left traces of smoke and fire on the dilapidated city.

The building, shrouded in mist, collapsed amidst the explosion.

The fragments of the Wraithbone were stained with blood.

Scattered among the ruins were mangled corpses, a scene of utter carnage, like a hellish battlefield.

When Little Fulgrim led the reinforcements into the battlefield...

The war was thus declared over.

What followed could no longer be called a war; it was more like a massacre.

Inside Dark Eldar cruiser.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

"Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, head sacrifice to the throne!!"

The Wrist Bro roared as he slaughtered.

Its voice was like the roar of a terrifying, bloodthirsty beast.

He swung his Chainaxe relentlessly, the high-speed spinning teeth easily tearing apart the enemy's armor.

When they realized he was approaching, the Dark Eldar, who had always enjoyed instilling fear in people, were all terrified and turned pale.

He slashed through the entire warship, targeting the Dark Eldar intended to ambush him.

They were all torn in two by the Chain Axe in his hand.

Crimson blood was splattered all over the ground, leaving behind only severed limbs.

A group of well-equipped Dark Eldar escorted a Blood Reaver as they fled towards the hangar.

When the Wrist Bro gets close

Several Aeldari broke away from the group to engage in battle, hoping to buy time for their companions.

"Incubi?"

The Wrist Bro immediately recognized what kind of Dark Eldar these people who came to stop him were.

Incubi in the Commorragh typically serve as mercenaries.

Like their counterparts in the Craftworld, they are dedicated to pursuing superior skills and perfect kills.

In the mercenary market, the demand for Incubi is extremely high.

Anyone with even a little status in Commorragh would choose to hire them.

Incubi's armor was covered in spikes, and his helmet was decorated with a bunch of horns, making them look like demons.

"Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, head sacrifice to the throne!!"

The Wrist Bro roared as it charged toward the Incubi.

The enemy's movements exuded an elegance born of twisted cunning and treachery.

Every action carries a perverse tendency toward killing and suffering.

Clang~~

The sound of weapons clashing echoed.

At that moment, the Wrist Bro fired his Bolt Pistol in his other hand.

A gunshot rang out.

The Incubi's head exploded.

The whole process was too fast.

Even the Dark Eldar, known for their speed, couldn't react in time.

Wrist Bro's kill count +1.

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Another Incubi, wielding a broadsword, slashed down at the Wrist Bro.

This broadsword, named the Klaive, is a Power Weapon and a favorite among Incubi. A masterpiece of extreme sharpness, it can easily slice through steel.

After dodging, the Wrist Bro used his Chain Axe to slice open the other man's body.

The splattered blood made his armor even redder.

The other Incubi swarmed in.

But in no time, they were slaughtered and scattered by the Wrist Bro.

An Incubi, now only half a body, struggled to crawl into the distance, desperate to survive.

But the Wrist Bro stomped on his head and crushed it.

"Still trying to run? Today, your head will belong to the Emperor."

The Wrist Bro swung his battle axe, flicking the blood off the blade.

Then they set off to chase after the departing Blood Reaver.

Wearing the Hellfire Inceptor Power Armor, he looked somewhat bulky, but his speed was astonishing.

A short while later, he saw the Dark Eldar again.

Upon seeing him, they screamed in terror.

A single Incubi Squad is enough to hunt down the most powerful creatures in the Milky Way.

But he couldn't last three minutes against that guy.

Is this even human?

Could it be that Khorne has possessed him?

Several Dark Eldar, their bodies wrapped in chains and spikes, pounced.

The Wrist Bro didn't stop; he rammed into one of the Dark Eldar like a heavy tank.

After a dull thud,

The Dark Eldar collided with the Wrist Bro

He was thrown away by the brutal impact.

It made a dull thud when it hit the wall.

Upon landing, the armor, riddled with bone spikes, developed shocking cracks.

The entire chest cavity was sunken in.

The Dark Eldar struggled several times, trying to stand up, but was unable to do so and eventually lost all life.

The Wrist Bro repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out continuously.

The explosive bombs poured out, tearing the bodies of those Dark Eldar to shreds in an instant.

The sheer joy of mowing down enemies with unparalleled skill made the Wrist Bro let out an excited howl.

The Blood Reaver and other Dark Eldar looked at each other with increasing terror.

"Quick, stop him, stop him!"

Master Blood Reaver kept urging his men to buy him time.

But this approach was pointless; they couldn't stop the crazed, murderous Wrist Bro.

The last Dark Eldar lunged forward was swiftly beheaded by him.

On the battlefield, which resembled a demon's lair, only the Blood Reaver and the Wrist Bro remained.

The Blood Reaver, also known as the Master of Pain, is a terrifying and insane Dark Eldar flesh sculptor, the most horrific torture master in the Milky Way.

They are the remnants of the ancient Aeldari Empire, possessing withered and terrifying bodies, and having a fanatical pursuit of torture and pain.

The Blood Reaver in front of the Wrist Bro was like a spider, possessing multiple segmented limbs.

Each limb was fitted with instruments of torture, including saws, scalpels, claws, and syringes.

That look, if you put it in a horror movie, would make the horror movie boss cry his eyes out.

"Now you can scream." The Wrist Bro looked at the Blood Reaver, his tone mocking.

The Blood Reaver Master was both furious and terrified.

Fear of the other's power, and anger at the other's mockery.

"Mon-keigh, you will pay for this."

Even in a state of fear, the Blood Reaver's voice possessed an indescribable malice.

Just as the Wrist Bro was about to make a move, he felt something strange about the battle axe in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered several bright red runes outlined in blood on the axe's surface.

The blood that was originally stained the axe was strangely absorbed by these red runes.

The axe blade exuded an aura of thirst for blood and slaughter.

At this moment, a golden light screen appeared.

Name: Bloodthirsty Axe

The Machine Spirit attracted the attention of a being in the Warp who represented both slaughter and blessing due to its excessive killing.

The more it kills, the stronger it becomes.

Skill: Killing Halo (Each kill grants Halo boost, increasing kill efficiency)

Skill: Bloodthirsty Life (Even if the battle axe is damaged, it can be repaired through killing)

"Can weapons in this game be upgraded?!"

The Wrist Bro was somewhat surprised.

He never imagined that the Machine Spirit of the Warhammer Universe could be blessed.

This is still a science fiction world!!

Meanwhile, Khorne, in the Brass Domain, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

At that moment, he felt like a genius.

Khorne felt that the authority representing wisdom should be given to him, not to that useless Blue-Feathered Bird.

No matter how hard the Cursed One tried to defend themselves, they probably never expected this move!

Since the God Chosen cannot bless, then bless his equipment.

To prevent the relatives of the Outsider from throwing away the blessed weapons

He deliberately removed the corrupted part from the blessing.

It leaves only the Warp authority effect of pure war and slaughter.

This was just the beginning; he intended to gradually corrupt the hearts of these Outsider's families with sweet words and promises.

Then, with one shot, they were snatched away.

Hahaha!

Cursed One, what can you use to fight against my unparalleled wisdom?

The Wrist Bro had no idea what was going on.

"Could it be that the authorities have come up with a new trick?"

"Forget it, let's finish the game first."

The Blood Reaver, who was not far away, could also sense the change in the battle axe, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

The Dark Eldar do not use psionic energy, but they still retain a constitution that is highly sensitive to it.

He could sense that the battle axe had been blessed by the Chaos Gods.

To be honest, he had never seen anything like this before.

Chaos Gods usually bestows blessings upon the person themselves; how could they possibly bestow blessings upon a weapon?

This is too bizarre; there's definitely something wrong with these humans!!

The Wrist Bro looked again at the Blood Reaver standing not far away.

Why haven't you screamed yet?

"Don't even think about it." Blood Reaver glared at Wrist Bro.

He was born in the Aeldari Empire before the Fall and was an extremely powerful nobleman.

The guy in front of me is nothing more than a Mon-keigh who wields brute force.

He would never allow his dignity to be trampled on; even in death, he would maintain his noble demeanor.

Thirty seconds later,

Master Blood Reaver screamed.

"No! Don't do this!!"

Please.

Blood Reaver generally possess methods of resurrection.

However, the battleaxe blessed by Khorne possesses extreme destructive power.

It can sever the so-called resurrection and shatter the soul.

Faced with real death, the proud Blood Reaver pleaded for mercy like the lowly slaves he had tortured.

"It's so frustrating. I still prefer your defiant attitude from earlier. Can't you just stay like that for a moment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roaring battle axe slashed across the opponent's head.

Thump! The head hit the ground with a dull thud, rolled on the Wraithbone floor, and finally crashed into a step.

Thus, a master of Blood Reaver fell from grace.

The lower deck of the Dark Eldar warship.

The Old Thirteen swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

With a single punch, he tore a Dark Eldar to pieces.

Then, several more Dark Eldar rushed over.

"You bunch of trash, you think you can ambush the clever Ogryn?!"

The Old Thirteen raised the Scepter in his hand.

A sudden burst of violent psionic energy erupted, unleashing endless Operation Lightning that instantly reduced them to charred remains.

The charred corpse lay on the ground, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The Old Thirteen strode past the corpses and stood before a gate inscribed with ancient Aeldari script.

After punching the control device to pieces, the door slowly opened.

A foul, fishy smell emanated from inside.

The players' armor automatically activated its filtering system, which prevented them from vomiting.

Behind the main gate was a torture chamber.

The shelves on the wall were densely packed with instruments of torture.

Many corpses, tortured to death, or unfortunate people still alive, were hung up by chains and hooks.

It was hung from the Smallpox, tied to a cross, or...

Seeing the scene inside the torture chamber,

Players only think of movies like Saw and Cannibalism that they've seen before.

It really can be categorized as a children's TV show, similar to Teletubbies.

Many scenes in the torture chamber

If you take a photo and upload it to a real-world website, you will immediately cross the line.

Not only will it be blocked, but it might also be investigated.

Using human words to describe the cruelty of the torture chambers seems so pale and powerless.

"There are reasons why this game is in closed beta and why the game company's address is not being disclosed."

"If this game's content were released, parents would probably overthrow the game company and then drag the developers out and beat them up."

Players like Blind Monk felt a chill run down their spines.

This game is incredibly daring!

They really make all sorts of content!!

Fortunately, the gaming helmet has Emotional Numbness Protection System.

Furthermore, they have all been upgraded to Primaris, possessing powerful willpower, which enables them to face such a terrifying scene.

Otherwise, the moment he saw the torture chamber, he would scream and run away.

Next to the torture chamber was a dark and secluded corridor.

When the players walked over, they found it was a prison, filled with a large number of human slaves and Xenos whose names they did not know.

In the darkness, pairs of lifeless eyes stared at the players who walked in.

Numbness, confusion, fear, despair.

Most of them had no clothes, only a tattered rag.

The exposed skin was covered with centipede-like scars.

Some had their hands and feet cut off, or their eyes gouged out and their tongues pulled out.

Some of them had shocking wounds crawling with maggots.

It's hard to imagine what kind of torture they had suffered before.

Faced with players who suddenly appeared in front of them,

The imprisoned slaves showed no panic, no joy, only numbness.

Excessive torture and fear triggered a protective mechanism in their nervous system, automatically numbing their emotions in order to survive.

"A bunch of damned beasts."

The Old Thirteen pried open the rune lock and opened the prison.

The slaves remained motionless.

No one dared to come out; they all instinctively kept their distance from them.

These slaves were clearly terrified by the cruelty of the Dark Eldar.

"Try this."

A player opened the Ecclesiarchy's Ecclesiarchy Sermon Recording.

The sound of a choir singing could be heard coming from inside.

The children sang in unison with their pure voices the praises of the great God-Emperor, thanking Him for Aegis humanity in the dark universe.

The sacred song awakened the numb soul.

A flicker of emotion appeared in his numb eyes.

The desperate slaves spotted the Aquila on the players' shoulder and breastplates.

Memories of the past flood my numb mind.

"Are you the Emperor's angels?"

A gaunt middle-aged woman carrying a bundle of cloth in her arms came out and stood in front of the tall Old Thirteen.

Her body was so thin that her weight was probably less than the weight of one of the Old Thirteen's arms.

Looking down at the middle-aged woman in front of him, Old Thirteen could feel the despair in her heart.

It all feels so real.

Even though it was just a game, the Old Thirteen treated this NPC as a real human being.

He knelt down on one knee, bringing his gaze level with the other person's.

"Yes, we are the Emperor's angels. We apologize for being late."

Tears welled up in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

She reached out a trembling hand and stroked the golden Double-Headed Eagle on the Old Thirteen's chest.

He spoke in a voice trembling with tears.

"Noble angel, can you... can you kill all those Xenos? They... they..."

The middle-aged woman wept uncontrollably as she reached out and pulled back the wad of cloth.

Inside was a child's corpse, skinless, mangled, and covered in blood.

On that blood-soaked face, the muscle lines left by pain still remained.

"These beasts," the Blind Monk added.

The other players also stared wide-eyed.

"Damn, the operations team deserves to be torn to pieces."

"Kill me with Mandred's poison, don't use the plot!!"

"The child's body is still bleeding, which means he has only been dead for a short time. This operation is too inhumane."

"In other words, if we had acted faster, the child wouldn't have died."

"...".

The Old Thirteen felt a mix of emotions as he watched this scene.

He also wanted to criticize the authorities, but it seemed that they hadn't done anything wrong.

They've simply revealed the darkest and cruelest truths in the Warhammer Universe.

In this universe, survival is never an inherent right.

Rather, it is a spoil of war that requires countless sacrifices.

"We will Revenge, for every one of the dead."

The Old Thirteen pointed to the corpse of the child in the woman's arms, saying, "He will also seek Revenge in his name."

"Thank you," the woman said.

The Old Thirteen stood up, looked around at the slaves in the cell, and said, "Immediately notify the supporting Imperium troops to take these Imperium citizens away."

"Then, let's continue."

"The Dark Eldar love killing so much, then let's indulge them. Release these photos and call on other Chapter to Revenge and set Commorragh ablaze."

"What if the other Chapter don't respond?" the Blind Monk asked.

"Then we'll go ourselves, rent a warship with a respawn point, and slowly wear those guys down," the Old Thirteen said firmly.

"We are the Fourth Calamity. If we want to do it, we will succeed."

Under the protection of his trusted confidants, the Kabal of the Black Heart, Krez...

Having escaped the cruiser, they fled in a gunboat deep into the Webway, looking utterly disheveled.

Players from the Emperor's Cattle Warband relentlessly pursued their opponent, eventually catching up at a Webway node.

They destroyed the gunboat that Krez was on, forcing him to land.

Another fierce battle broke out between the two sides.

Krez's henchmen were no match for the players and were routed.

"They're all useless."

Krez was furious to see his personal guard squad wiped out by the humans in less than a minute.

These guys eat the best, use the best, and yet they're so useless!

Cursing, Krez scrambled to escape towards a narrow Webway.

However, the pursuers quickly located them and caught up with them, relentlessly pursuing them.

In order to cover his retreat, four of his six trusted men who fled with him had to stay behind to cover his retreat and buy him time.

Gunshots suddenly rang out behind me.

It continued for a moment, then stopped.

Obviously, it's gone again.

"Why are these guys so strong?"

Krez turned pale.

These human Astartes are much stronger than before.

Has the Imperium of Man come up with some new technology again?

Damn it!!

I absolutely must survive and bring this news back.

Krez encouraged himself.

After such a crushing defeat, Vect will surely be furious.

But I'm unlikely to die.

As long as a person doesn't die, there's always a chance to rise again.

The grudge of today will surely be avenged in the future.

At that moment, the roar of the engine began.

The players caught up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out continuously.

One of Krez's trusted men was hit, half of his body exploded, and the remains flew forward, landing on the ground of the Webway, stirring up a cloud of mist.

Another trusted confidant looked fearful.

Forget about loyalty, he turned and ran in another direction.

"There's not a single loyal person among the Commorragh."

Krez stared wide-eyed at his fleeing subordinate, furious.

I even considered this guy a confidant, and I didn't really kick his lover that hard.

As a result, they resorted to betrayal at the last minute.

Bang!

Another shot rang out, breaking Krez's leg and causing him to fall to the ground with a groan.

Krez wanted to talk to those humans and ask them to let him go.

He had just turned his head when he saw a gleaming blade slashing towards him, instantly severing his head.

It was Warmaster who made the move.

"This guy can really run! He almost ran all the way back to Commorragh."

The Warmaster lifted the headless corpse from the ground, then picked up the fallen head.

Throw them onto the gunboat.

"Withdraw," the Warmaster said to his companions.

"Wait a minute." Ten-Timer suddenly called out to everyone, "Look at the chat channel, Old Thirteen is calling on all players to launch a purge against Commorragh."

Players like Twisted Man and Strategist looked surprised and quickly entered the chat channel.

It was discovered that the Hogwarts Warband had released numerous photos of torture chambers and a video of the woman pleading to kill all the Xenos.

They called on all players to launch a counterattack and settle scores with Commorragh.

Ten-Timer looked at the Warmaster and said, "This guy looks like he's been seriously provoked."

"Should we respond?" Strategist asked the Warmaster.

"Damn it," Warmaster cursed.

The other players looked at each other, unsure of what it meant.

"You don't want to get involved in this?" Ten-Timer, somewhat disappointed.

"No!" Warmaster shook his head. "I just don't want this guy to beat me to it."

"Remember to remind me next time that we must strive to gain the upper hand in declaring war."

In the chat channel,

The Hogwarts Warband's call to arms received enthusiastic support from the player community.

Dora Workshop, MC Dynasty, Agricultural Academy, and other farming organizations have all stated that they can provide the supplies needed to attack Commorragh at cost price.

Clearly, the Dark Eldar's cruelty and slaughter of human slaves had enraged these players.

They planned to retaliate against Commorragh.

Qin Yun also noticed the players' movements.

"This situation is getting out of control!!"

"Are these players really that autonomous? They're even organizing their own wars."

I paced back and forth in the office a few times.

Qin Yun summoned Xi Ling to create an expansion pack with the main quest of attacking Commorragh, and also to speed up the launch of the twelfth batch of players.

There was nothing they could do; the Dark Eldar had gone too far.

The players were so angry that they would fight back against them even if they didn't level up.

Qin Yun didn't want to suppress the players' anger, so the only option was to gather troops and start a war.

To be honest, this cancer in the Milky Way has indeed reached the point where it needs to be eradicated.

Let the Commorragh burn.

P. S.: Let's have something nice today.