First Victory

The port on the outskirts of Commorragh, which the Imperium considered a point of attack, is called Swamp Port and is the territory of the Kabal of the White Flame.

After the warships self-destructed and the Imperial Fleet's saturation bombardment,

This area has been turned into a scorching sea of fire.

A surge of flames swept out, illuminating the entire dark city.

The scorching heat and thick smoke caused the Dark Eldar and their slaves to scream incessantly, scattering like headless flies.

Ilisi, the supreme Archon of the Kabal of the White Flame, was awakened by a deafening explosion.

He climbed out of the beds of his several lovers and pulled a poisoned blade from under his pillow.

Being the Archon of Kabal in the Commorragh is a dangerous job; one must be vigilant at all times.

Even when indulging in the pleasures of debauchery, one must be wary, or one might die without even knowing how.

Ilian stepped over the racks used to enhance sexual pleasure.

On several racks, several bloodied slaves, not quite dead yet, were still bound.

Their constant groans of pain sounded like beautiful music to Ilisi's ears.

Ilian walked to the window and immediately saw the towering flames outside.

Half of the port area was reduced to ruins, and countless buildings were burning.

Commorragh's defense system was breached, leaving a huge gap.

One human warship after another appeared in the air, unleashing a barrage of firepower on the ground, with explosions echoing everywhere.

"What happened?"

Ilisi looked completely bewildered.

How come his territory was on fire when I woke up?

Moreover, where did those humans come from?

Which Kabal went too far and made such a fuss?!

Footsteps sounded.

A panicked Kabalite Warrior hurried in.

"My lord, humanity is turning against us..."

His subordinate's report gave the Archon the whole story.

"What did you say? Humans have invaded the Commorragh?"

Ilisi's eyes widened, her gaze towards the samurai filled with disbelief.

How dare those Mon-keigh!

The Dark Eldar are the overlords of the Milky Way, its absolute masters.

Aren't these humans afraid of incurring the Commorragh's full-scale retaliation?

At that moment, a piercing alarm blared throughout Commorragh.

On the belly of the human warship, countless dazzling meteors appeared like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

They plummeted straight to the ground, making a deafening sound when they landed.

The terrifying impact created a series of incredibly deep craters on the ground.

Those meteors were none other than airdrop pods made of steel.

Due to high-speed friction with the air, a large number of charred marks remain on the surface.

Amidst the hissing sound of high-pressure gas, the charred, heavy hatch opened.

One by one, heavily armored, red-eyed demons emerged.

Armed with Bolter and Plasma Pistol,

Shoot at the Xenos in your field of vision.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out continuously.

Those Dark Eldar tried to approach were all hit, their bodies blasted to pieces by the powerful explosives.

A large number of Primaris Marines were deployed to the battlefield for amphibious landing operations.

Commorragh has very dense and thick buildings.

Bombing alone cannot completely destroy this city.

To capture such a large city, we still have to rely on ground troops and fight it out little by little.

The residents of the dark city joined the battle, swarming in like sharks lured by blood.

Ordinary civilians, armed with Splinter Rifle, fired at the Primaris Marines from various hidden corners.

The Splinter Rifle is the most common firearm in the Commorragh.

One for everyone, including newborns.

The magazine for this gun is a single, complete crystal of ammunition containing a neurotoxin.

Once loaded, the crystal will be broken down into smaller fragments by a disintegrator inside the firearm, which will then accelerate the fragments to supersonic speeds before launching them.

This rifle has strong penetrating power.

Unfortunately, this time they were facing the Primaris Marines.

The Primaris Marines not only received physical enhancements, but their equipment was also completely upgraded.

It uses harder armor plates and also has Deflector Shield, which can effectively transfer the kinetic energy of high-speed bullets.

The Dark Eldar's Splinter Rifle could only cause ripples on the shields of the Primaris Marines.

However, the Primaris Marines' Bolter and Plasma Pistol could easily tear their bodies apart.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

"The war has begun."

"Long live the Imperium of Man."

"The Emperor is awesome."

"For Demacia and Tifa."

"For Queen Morgana."

"..."

The players, led by the Emperor's Cattle Warband, shouted all sorts of strange slogans.

After receiving orders to launch the amphibious assault, they entered the raging battlefield.

On the battlefield, the scorching flames caused the surface temperature of the armor to rise rapidly.

This caused wisps of steam to rise from their bodies.

This caused a slight distortion in the space itself.

In addition, those scarlet eyes,

They looked like demons straight out of hell.

The moment Ten-Timer landed, he released a terrifying Warp shockwave.

The nearby Dark Eldar were all thrown away and crashed to the ground some distance away.

"How lonely it is to Invincibility."

Ten-Timer turned on the external media player and played the background music he had chosen.

Players who landed with him, including Warmaster, Turtle, and Twisted Man, heard the music playing.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Wow, you're imitating Qiao Feng by making a grand entrance carrying a speaker, aren't you?!"

"We both received nine years of compulsory education, so why are you so much more impressive?"

"Why didn't I think of bringing background music into the show?? Damn, why is your brain so sharp?!"

"..."

Ten-Timer raised his head, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said in a smug tone.

"So you guys don't think as far ahead as I do."

"Great heroes always need background music to complement them."

"Without your own unique background music, no matter how powerful you are, you're just cannon fodder and a passerby."

Warmaster: "Next time, I want to get one too."

The Twisted Man: "Me too, damn, how come I never thought of showing off like that?"

Turtle: "Ten-Timer's abstract talent is so terrifying that even a slight move from him is an insurmountable barrier for us."

"..."

The discussion about the background music didn't last long before the players dispersed to find their enemies and start fighting.

"AVAVAAVA"

A one-eyed humanoid monster with several fleshy tentacles on its back appeared in front of Ten-Timer.

It let out a strange scream at him.

"Medusae?" Ten-Timer frowned, recognizing the strange creature.

Medusae are strange creatures that live in Webway.

A kind of mental parasite that perfectly combines rationality and sensibility and coexists with its host.

They look like a mixture of a self-aware brain and spinal cord.

They will float in the air like jellyfish, feeding on the dreams and emotions of intelligent beings.

They can travel between the Materium and Immaterium simultaneously.

The parasitized creatures often mutate into having a single eye, making them a rare psionic force among the Dark Eldar.

The Medusae released a black Operation Lightning that struck Ten-Timer, but it was blocked by his shield.

Then, Ten-Timer stretched out a hand.

An invisible spiritual force lifted the other person up.

The Medusae still tried to resist.

With just a thought, Ten-Timer's spiritual power frantically squeezed its body, causing it to let out painful howls.

"Experience the art of a headshot."

As soon as he finished speaking,

The Medusae's head exploded.

With a wave of his hand, Ten-Timer flung the convulsing headless corpse away, followed by a low roar.

Turning my head to look,

Several Dark Eldar wielding nerve whips and wearing porous masks were spotted standing on the flying vehicle.

Waving a whip, he drove away dozens of strangely shaped the Beast.

They pounced on his location.

"Beastmaster? Razorwing Flocks, Khymerae?"

During their long evolution, the Aeldari acquired all sorts of incredible abilities.

Beastmaster originated from ancient shamanistic beliefs.

Born with the ability to control lower organisms.

Their masks were also equipped with sophisticated sound wave emitters and pheromone synthesis tubes, which helped control the beast herd.

Khymerae are the most common helpers of the Dark Eldar.

Despite their name, they are not dogs at all.

Its terrifying appearance was enough to make a legendary investigator's SAN value drop to zero.

The Khymerae has sharp bone spurs or thick tentacles growing from its back, and multiple eyes on its rounded forehead.

It has sharp teeth, and its tongue is like a snake's, with barbs at the end.

Razorwing Flocks are the most popular war the Beast among Beastmaster.

They are a hybrid of gorillas and bats.

It has six eyes and amazing hearing.

Those claws are comparable to single-molecule blades, capable of easily slicing through steel.

"Fools, you know nothing of true power."

"Do you think you can win by sheer numbers?"

Ten-Timer's eyes flashed with a deep blue light.

Arcs of electricity crackled around his body.

Like a real god in the present world.

The next second,

Countless ice crystal-like fragments of Warp condensed out of thin air, numbering in the hundreds.

"Feel death."

As soon as the words were spoken, hundreds of ice-crystal-like fragments of Warp suddenly erupted, instantly streaking across the sky and flying towards the Beastmaster and their war pets.

It pierced through their bodies in an instant, leaving bleeding holes, and they fell to the ground dead.

Ten-Timer strode past the mangled corpses, heading in search of new enemies.

The Old Thirteen, on the other hand, clashed with the Blood Reaver's creation.

A twisted abomination, assembled from muscles and bones, charged Savage Charge at him.

The twisted abomination was enormous, comparable in size to him when he was wearing heavy armor.

The thick, bulging back revealed remnants of injection devices and virus injection canisters, and the face was covered by an iron mask.

His hands were severed and replaced with sharp metal claws, as well as a sprayer that could spew out poisonous pus and blood.

Bang!

The Old Thirteen withstood the opponent's impact.

The immense impact made him feel as if he had been hit by a fully loaded heavy truck traveling at 120 km/h; his internal organs were trembling.

The armor issued First Company of warnings.

"This guy!!"

The Old Thirteen took a breath and then suddenly let out a low shout.

A terrifying psionic shockwave erupted.

Like a flood, its immense power crashed down upon the twisted abomination.

The terrifying force sent the opponent flying.

He crashed into a wall full of sharp knives and was instantly stabbed through the heart.

A sharp knife pierced through his forehead and throat.

However, the twisted abomination's vitality was terrifying; even injuries that would normally kill a dozen times over couldn't instantly kill it.

After struggling for a while, he finally stopped breathing.

Players repeatedly encountered Commorragh elites.

But with their strong physique and superb combat skills, they achieved victory after victory and advanced deeper into the Commorragh.

One fortress after another,

One street after another.

The area they control is expanding rapidly at a visible rate.

"How dare you invade my territory like this? Do you think I'm dead?"

"Assemble my troops immediately; we must reclaim the territory occupied by humans."

The Ilian Archon's face grew increasingly grim as he looked at the battlefield situation map.

He assembled his elite personal guards as quickly as possible.

After witnessing the defeats on various battlefields, he decided to take action himself.

They slaughtered the human soldiers who had been airdropped.

Grab those bastards and cut them into pieces.

Throughout this process, he had to keep those guys conscious.

Let them live to experience the despair and pain of being torn to pieces.

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

The Wrist Bro roared incessantly, his voice filled with rage.

He could not hear the shouts of the Dark Eldar.

His ears automatically filtered out all other sounds; only the sounds of weapons tearing through the air, ripping flesh, and the screams of enemies could reach his ears.

"Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, skull offered to the Golden Throne."

The Wrist Bro was enjoying the unparalleled pleasure of mowing down enemies.

Those Dark Eldar were no match for him at all; he completely overwhelmed them in both strength and reaction speed.

Hiss! Hiss!

A burly Snake-man slithered out from a dark corner, wielding a Power Knife covered in arcs of electricity, and slashed at the Wrist Bro.

The Snake-man used his strong snake-like lower body to support his two pairs of arms.

Its back is covered with glowing barbs, and its head looks exactly like a snake's, with sharp fangs.

Thousands of years ago, the Snake-man, like the Aeldari of old, were deeply mired in debauchery and thus became one of the most beloved species of the Dark Eldar.

Their scales are very hard and can withstand most melee weapons.

In addition, they are not very bright, so the Dark Eldar like to hire Snake-man to do their jobs.

After all, any Dark Eldar with a sound mind knows that you cannot entrust your back to your own kind.

Loyal and obedient Snake-man are the best choice.

The Wrist Bro dodged the Snake-man's giant blade and circled around to his back.

The Snake-man's third and fourth hands each held a Pulse Pistol.

He pointed the gun at the Wrist Bro and pulled the trigger.

A beam of blue light shot out from the muzzle, but it was blocked by the Wrist Bro's shield, only causing ripples.

The Wrist Bro with the Chainaxe at the snake's tail.

The rapidly spinning saw teeth tore at the tough snake scales, sparks Mars.

But the scales were eventually torn open, and the battle axe bit into the Snake-man's flesh, severing the snake's tail.

The Snake-man let out a painful scream.

He turned around and tried to fight back.

However, just as he turned around, his head was blown apart by the Bolter in the hand of the Wrist Bro.

"Kill him."

Ilian drew his sword and pointed it at the Wrist Bro who had killed the Snake-man.

All he wanted to do now was tear every human being in his sight to shreds.

His personal guards lashed the Webway ghoul, Ughul, with Neuro-whip.

When they roar in anger and pain,

Then untie the chains that bind them.

Ughul's skin is as hard as steel, and its resistance to blows is astonishing.

At the same time, their bodies are very flexible, allowing them to enter various narrow environments.

Their teeth are incredibly sharp, capable of biting through Astartes' Power Armour.

It is powerful enough to overturn heavy tanks.

"The blood is sacrificed to the God-Emperor, and the head is sacrificed to the throne."

Wrist Bro -Wrist strode forward, his roaring Chainaxe covered in a layer of scarlet blood light.

The Webway ghouls, impenetrable by bullets, were sliced open like vegetables by the Chainaxe.

Crimson blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground.

In just a few breaths, he killed the charging Ughul and turned them into a pile of broken wreckage in the street.

The Dark Eldar who joined the attack left some wounds on the Wrist Bro's armor.

The price was being cleaved in two by the battle axe in his hand.

Seeing his men fall one after another, Ilian took matters into his own hands.

His speed was like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand was shrouded in a hazy light.

A poisoned, sharp blade can kill an enemy with just a single cut to their skin.

"Insane! Utterly insane!"

The Wrist Bro roared and charged toward the Archon.

Clang~

A metallic clang rang out.

Ilian felt a tingling sensation in his hand.

He suddenly regretted rushing up so hastily.

The opponent's strength intimidated him.

Unaware of the other party's thoughts, the Wrist Bro simply continued to launch attacks.

The heavy battle axe swung out repeatedly, each strike powerful and relentless, producing a series of whooshing sounds as it cut through the air.

The sharp axe blade slashed towards Ilian's vitals.

The Archon repeatedly swung his sword to defend himself.

The two weapons clashed, producing a resounding clang.

Clang...

After another exchange, Ilian's weapon flew out of his hand.

The Archon glanced at the weapons lying in the distance, then looked up and saw the Wrist Bro standing in front of him.

The other person looked down at him, making no attempt to hide their murderous intent.

Ilian wore an expression that was more like a smile than a cry.

"Actually, we don't necessarily have to fight and kill each other."

"I had my reasons for doing those things before."

"If possible, I want to be a good person in the future."

Ignoring the other's incessant chatter, the Wrist Bro swung his battle axe and cleaved the other in two.

Seeing their own Archon killed by humans

The remaining warriors and Wyches of the Kabal of the White Flame were terrified and fled in all directions.

Their escape triggered a chain reaction.

The remaining Dark Eldar collapsed in morale, ceasing their fierce fighting and screaming as they fled the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Warmaster and other players chased after the Dark Eldar, killing them and letting these wicked creatures experience the despair of their former victims.

Little Fulgrim stood on the bridge of the flagship, the Imperium Immaculate, his gaze sweeping coldly over the battlefield.

A large number of data screens were floating in front of him.

The surge of data every second is enough to burn out a human brain.

Only an extraordinary being like him, who inherited the genes of the Primarch and was supplemented by the Emperor, could handle this data with ease.

The Imperial Fleet has saturated the surface fortifications and strongholds with its bombardment, creating breaches in the defenses.

The deployed God Chosen have cleared the landing zone, and more troops are about to arrive.

The tactical communication tower has been erected, making battlefield information sharing much easier.

The breach has been opened on the enemy's side. The next step is to intensify the offensive, expand the battlefield, and burn the entire Commorragh.

Little Fulgrim kept a close eye on the battlefield map and made adjustments to the God Chosen forces.

They are the Imperium's spearhead, its battering ram.

Making good use of them is a lesson every Imperium commander must learn.

Commorragh's central tower district,

Vect learned everything that was happening in the Swamp Port through his intelligence network.

When he saw the Kabal of the White Flame's Archon killed,

When the whole situation collapsed, he cursed Ilian as a piece of trash, saying that the whole thing had collapsed so quickly and that he had even lost his life.

"Immediately deploy the elite of the Kabal of the Black Heart to the battlefield, and inform all forces in Commorragh to send troops to stop humanity with all their might."

Vect ordered the deployment of the Kabal of the Black Heart's forces.

The order proved effective; the Dark Eldar quickly halted their advance and regrouped after the warriors of the Kabal of the Black Heart joined the battle.

Support from other Kabal arrived quickly.

They joined forces, intending to launch a counterattack and reclaim the lost territory.

P. S.: Another 5,000 words, I hope you all enjoy it.

This chapter has too many pictures, so I won't make any jokes.