T'au: Dare Provoke Us, and You're Dead

"Concentrate fire, don't let any enemy ship escape."

"For the Emperor."

"..."

After the reorganized Unholy Engine and Dragonwood Star were stolen by Zuowangdao, the Chaos forces fell into a disadvantageous position.

Faced with the Imperium's overwhelming firepower, the Ark of Omen was destroyed one after another, turning into burning wreckage in the Void.

The massive number of flying demons were also torn apart by the Imperium's intense artillery fire, their soul essence banished back to the Warp.

"Retreat."

Abaddon was furious but helpless, and had no choice but to order a retreat.

The Imperium dealt a heavy blow to the Chaos forces, causing Abaddon to suffer a great loss.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Dragonwood Star,

Red Dragon crouched down, looking at Vashtorr, who was weak and powerless after being pierced by the Soulless Spear.

"Are you going to kill me?" Vashtorr questioned.

Red Dragon shook his head. "Killing you would be no fun."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Vashtorr looked at the high-dimensional creature with a Red Dragon head in front of him.

The fates and inner thoughts of these individuals are protected by higher-dimensional forces, and even the gods cannot fathom them.

He couldn't guess what these guys were up to!

"I want to let you go." Red Dragon scratched his head, his tone sincere.

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt appeared in Vashtorr's eyes. "You... you said you'd let me go??"

"Yes." Red Dragon nodded. "We've already gotten what we wanted, so there's no point in keeping you around."

"Are you trying to fool me?" Vashtorr glared at the other person.

"Do I need to?" Red Dragon said. "If I wanted to kill you, all I needed was another Soulless Spear."

Vashtorr's mind raced; what the other person said did indeed make a lot of sense.

Hope rose in his heart.

He had expected that after being captured, he would be subjected to all sorts of torture by the Corpse Emperor's minions.

He was eventually imprisoned and sealed away, only regaining his freedom after the collapse of the Imperium.

Now, these guys are saying they want to let me go.

"What are your conditions?" Vashtorr asked.

"I don't have any conditions," Red Dragon said. "I just hope we can become friends, and there won't be so much fighting and killing anymore. Do you think we can become friends?"

"Become friends? Is it that simple?" Vashtorr looked suspicious.

"Yes, it's that simple," Red Dragon said. "Are you willing to be a friend of humanity? Are you willing to help humanity?"

Vashtorr stared intently at the Red Dragon in front of him.

"Let's fool him for now, and after we escape, we'll figure out a way to get revenge."

Thinking of this, Vashtorr nodded, "Yes, we are friends."

A smile appeared on Red Dragon's face. "Then are you willing to help humanity?"

A cold laugh crept into Vashtorr's mind. Loyalty to humanity? Don't even dream about it.

"I will help humanity."

Helping you toward destruction, toward your end, is also helping.

"Let him stand up," Red Dragon said to his companion.

The two players went up and helped Vashtorr up from the ground.

"We're best friends, aren't we?" Red Dragon looked at Vashtorr. "You helped us get Dragonwood Star and the Unholy Engine."

"I also hope that you will continue to help us in the future. May the Friendship between the Imperium and you last forever."

"May our Friendship endure." Vashtorr nodded.

"You can leave now." With a wave of his hand, Red Dragon caused the player standing behind Vashtorr to pull out the Soulless Spear.

"You're dreaming. How could I possibly be friends with you lowly bugs?"

Vashtorr instantly turned into black mist and vanished without a trace.

"Shameless!" Red Dragon shouted angrily. "Vashtorr, you liar, I will not let you get away with this!"

"Hahaha, I won't let you off either." Vashtorr's voice faded into the distance and eventually disappeared completely.

"The Ethereal reaction has disappeared; that guy is gone."

A player with Three-Tube on his head walked over.

Red Dragon suppressed his anger and instead laughed, "It's so funny to tease this big fool."

"He will definitely return to Abaddon's side, after all, only with Abaddon's help can he possibly overcome the chance of becoming a god," Three-Tube said.

"Hahaha, he's probably going to be disappointed." Red Dragon grinned. "Hopefully Abaddon won't kill him."

"You won't die, but you'll definitely be skinned alive."

"He has a lot of knowledge, but his brain isn't very good."

"Could it really think we let it go because we wanted to be friends with it?!"

"You really shouldn't say that."

"..."

The members of the Zuowangdao chatted animatedly, one after another.

"Go and edit what we just filmed, disguise it as a high-level coded message, and send it to Terra," Red Dragon said. "Remember to leave those traitors a chance."

"We have to make sure the intelligence isn't stolen by them and gets into Abaddon's hands."

On the surface of Dragonwood Star, a great war is still raging.

The battle between the Lion and the king of gladiators has reached its climax.

They clashed in the industrial hell on the surface, surrounded by churning machinery and twitching muscles, all flashing with electricity and howling demonic fire.

In a place filled with demonic furnaces and bio-engineered robot assembly lines, suffering slaves are bound inside vicious machines.

They witnessed the battle of the demigods, and their faces, composed of metal and flesh, showed expressions of horror.

The two Primarch, locked in fierce combat, smashed through countless buildings and machines along their path.

Finally, we arrived at a wide steel platform.

The surface of this circular platform is flowing with screaming faces and desperately grasping arms, where countless suffering souls are bound.

Several enormous fleshy mountains also stood on the high platform, their translucent skins revealing luminous cables and gaping maws filled with teeth.

These deformed hills spew out colorful Warp haze, making them appear hazy.

This environment made Lion El'Jonson feel right at home, as if he had returned to the jungles of Caliban.

Angron swung his battle axe, cleaving through the misty haze before him, but found nothing.

His brother vanished into thin air.

"Come out!!"

He roared as he searched for Lion El'Jonson, his rage burning so fiercely it nearly consumed his reason.

The Butcher's Nails kept tearing and tearing in his mind, causing his reason to be overwhelmed by burning pain and anger.

He could smell the powerful fragrance of Lion El'Jonson's life and soul, but his Warp vision found nothing.

The Primarch's soul should have been as bright as Beacon.

But now, Lion El'Jonson has completely disappeared, and no one knows how he did it!

Lion El'Jonson would occasionally appear, thrusting his sword at Angron, leaving horrifying wounds on the massive demonic body.

Bang!!

A pipe burst due to overload, and a terrifying surge of steam dispersed the haze on the battlefield, revealing Lion El'Jonson hidden in the mist.

Controlled by primal desires, Angron instinctively flapped its wings and pounced.

This time, Lion El'Jonson didn't dodge as before, but instead moved one foot away.

Bang! A sharp piece of iron, the size of a human body and three meters long, shot out from under the floor.

He is the Lord of Caliban, the King of Knights, but he is also a skilled hunter.

How could a qualified hunter not use traps?

The Daemon Primarch's own speed prevented him from reacting in time, and the Warp forces that should have protected him were also exhausted due to the prolonged battle.

With a soft thud, the metal shard pierced through Angron's body, spraying blood from his back like a fountain.

Even so, Angron did not die and continued to roar, trying to pull himself out of the iron plate.

Lion El'Jonson didn't want to give Angron any chance.

He swung his longsword forward, severing Angron's head.

Then, he raised the Emperor's Shield and smashed the head that had fallen to the ground.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after he had completely banished his brother.

With the theft of Dragonwood Star, Abaddon suffered a crushing defeat, and Angron was exiled.

This battle thus came to the Veil.

The biggest winner is the Zuowangdao Chapter.

They achieved the greatest results with minimal cost, even moving the table away.

This leaves Chaos with a bitter pill to swallow, unable to express his suffering.

Other players were also devastated and cried in the bathroom.

After escaping, Vashtorr, the master of the Soul Forge, immediately returned to find Abaddon.

We must regroup and fight the Imperium for another three hundred rounds to determine the victor.

However, Abaddon showed no joy at his return. Instead, he frowned and demanded that the God of Forging explain why Dragonwood Star had suddenly left.

Vashtorr explained that he was attacked by a group of the Corpse Emperor's minions.

Abaddon, however, did not believe it at all, and thought that Vashtorr and the Imperium had set a trap.

They presented intelligence obtained by Chaos agents who had infiltrated the Imperium.

The recording played a conversation between Vashtorr and the Imperium servants.

"We're best friends, aren't we?"

"You helped us obtain Dragonwood Star and the Unholy Engine."

In the video, Vashtorr kept nodding in agreement with what the other person said.

"I'm innocent, the Despoiler!"

When Vashtorr saw the video, he immediately realized that he had been tricked by the minions of the Corpse Emperor once again.

Their decision to abandon him was malicious; they just wanted to see him and Abaddon fight like dogs.

"The evidence is irrefutable, are you still going to try to deny it?" Abaddon was furious. "I trusted you so much, and you've ruined me so badly."

"I knew all demons were liars, and you are the biggest liar of all."

"I can explain," Vashtorr shouted, trying to clear his name. "I have been wronged."

"Explain to my fists."

Enraged, Abaddon punched Vashtorr's face, a face seemingly forged from metal and molten iron.

Subsequently, the Despoiler brutally beat their former partner.

Realizing that the Despoiler really wanted to kill him,

Vashtorr was forced to retaliate, and the two sides' men clashed fiercely on the Vengeful Spirit.

Algrey World in near-Earth orbit.

A group of human auxiliary soldiers from the T'au Empire boarded the landing transport ship.

Prepare to accompany the Tau member in charge of diplomacy— the Orator— to the surface to meet with the local Imperium rulers.

Colinster was one of them.

He was once an Imperial Guard soldier until the T'au Empire conquered his world and transformed it into Homeworld. He was then recruited by the T'au Empire and became Auxilia.

To date, he has served the Greater Good for over 40 months.

Colinster did not regret his choice to join the T'au Empire; in fact, he thought he was very wise.

His life is so much better now than before.

Not only did their living conditions improve significantly, but they also received pulse carbines, advanced armor, and stable communication devices from the T'au Empire.

Colinster believed that what he had gained was enough to make even the self-proclaimed loyal Imperium troops envious.

The peace talks were held in an open space.

The troop transport ship landed smoothly, bringing Colinster and his comrades to the ground to carry out their guard duties.

The negotiations did not go smoothly, and the two sides were unable to reach an agreement.

The Planetary Governor looked at the T'au in front of him and the traitors behind them, "You betrayed humanity and yet you demand that we submit to you."

"We will never abandon this planet, and we demand that you leave our world immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite."

"You have made a very foolish decision." The smooth- the Orator shook his head. "Refusing to join the Greater Good will only lead to your destruction."

"Get out of here!" the Planetary Governor shouted. "You will never have this world."

Colinster looked at the ruler with a pang of pity in his heart; he knew how terrifying the power of the T'au Empire was.

If the world chooses to refuse, it will have to bear the wrath of the Fire Caste Warriors.

Those elite warriors in combat gear will crush any resistance.

After the negotiations broke down, the T'au Empire launched a full-scale offensive.

The Hunter Cadre were deployed from the warships in the Void orbit.

In just a few days, they broke through human defenses one after another.

Those who tried to stop Greater Good were torn to shreds by the terrifying artillery fire.

Faced with the overwhelming victory of the T'au Empire, the poor and ignorant citizens of the Imperium fled in panic.

The powerful and wealthy were also racking their brains to get a ticket to escape the war.

The Corpse Emperor's rule was overthrown like dominoes.

"It seems your Emperor has not appeared to save you."

When Colinster saw the Planetary Governor again, it was at the governor's mansion.

He couldn't help but mock the other person.

"Hahaha." The Planetary Governor looked at the traitors before him. "Are you really sure He didn't save us?"

"Stop wasting your breath on this idiot. In the name of the Greater Good, this guy has been captured."

His companion, too lazy to waste any more words, rushed forward and elbowed the Planetary Governor, knocking him unconscious.

Watching the Planetary Governor being taken away, Colinster walked to a window and looked down at the burning Hive City outside, a smile on his face.

Under the Aegis of the Greater Good, the T'au Empire will ultimately defeat all its enemies.

The Imperium of Man will fall into decay and arrogance, just like this world, and the future will ultimately belong to those beings who follow the path of the Greater Good.

The vast Void,

The [Castigator Titans], having received the distress call, is entering the Realspace from the Immaterium Ocean.

"We'll be arriving at the world that sent the distress signal soon," Ten-Timer told his companions.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!" the Wrist Bro roared.

"You're really Khorne, all you ever say is that phrase." Warmaster kicked him.

"It's been quite a while since the Dragonwood Star Campaign ended, so this guy has probably been holding back for a while," Ten-Timer said. "I wonder what kind of enemies we'll encounter on this mission."

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!" the Wrist Bro shouted once again.

"Alright, alright, whatever the enemy, you can cut them down to your heart's content." Ten-Timer was convinced. "Is that enough?"