Asuryan, You're Not Dead? You're Still Alive

A major battle is about to break out.

Under the cover of holographic camouflage, the exact number and size of the enemy's warships are currently unknown.

However, judging from its movement speed and the size of the mosaic shadows on the Holographic Projection, the opponent's size seems to far exceed that of the Eldar fleet to which Kasgar is located.

Those indistinct spots, large and small, were rushing toward the fleeing Yriel fleet at a speed unimaginable to others.

Even these mosaic ships are several times faster than them.

"Run!"

"Notify the Helmsman and the Void Dreamer to prepare to escape to the nearest entrance to the Webway or the Empyrean."

As the mastermind behind the Commorragh's grand Conspiracy, even if the number of enemy ships couldn't be clearly seen when Archon Ko'shek personally led the team, it was still something that Yriel couldn't contend with at present.

At Yriel's startled cry, the engines of the entire Eldar warship were instantly cranked to maximum.

Even though the spaceship was equipped with a stabilization system, the rapid acceleration still caused Kasgar and the others to stumble.

"We are already traveling at top speed, but the absolute distance between the two sides has not shortened. We need further instructions on the next steps."

Unfortunately, even though the [Vile Ravager] was speeding forward, the Mosaic of the Blade Lotus Conspiracy was still hot on their heels.

"Damn it! I forgot this is their ship!"

They're all from the same shipyard, there's no way to counter their moves!

Even some of the spikes that the Dark Eldar used to decorate Yriel's Vile Ravager, were temporarily removed during a recent repainting.

The car had just been repainted and hadn't even been driven for a few days when the owner came to the lost and found.

Their luck was absolutely terrible.

"Now, Lord Kasgar, shall we take action against those Fallen Cousins?"

"Even though they are also Eldar, if you still wish to save them, should we still hold back?"

"In my personal opinion, these guys are beyond redemption."

Although Yriel's ship was also "obtained" from them.

"I have no objection."

Kasgar shrugged and said.

Of the many intelligent Xenos races in the universe, the others are all easy to talk about.

But if all the Dark Eldar are shot, the only innocent victim will be the bullets that were fired at them.

After the Fall of the Aeldari, which was the birth of Slaanesh, these Fallen Ones, in order to protect their souls from being devoured by the Slaanesh, frequently carried out interstellar slave-hunting activities around the world, relying on the secrecy of the Webway and the technological legacy from the ancient Aeldari Empire.

By tormenting the souls of other races and offering their suffering as a sacrifice to Slaanesh, they plead for and temporarily escape the endless torment of Slaanesh's thirst.

A traitor who aids and abets evildoers.

As one of the oldest Conspiracy in Commorragh, the Blade Lotus Conspiracy is more like a continuation of the decadent and extravagant ancient Aeldari Empire compared to its brothers.

His life was extremely decadent and pretentious. He considered himself the most legitimate heir to the Aeldari Empire, but he did the most despicable and dirty things.

Perhaps that's why they claim to be the most legitimate heirs of the Aeldari Empire?

Their combat capabilities are an even greater mystery.

It's confusing.

When powerful, it can contend with any force in the universe.

When he's at his weakest, he can even be soloed by Lucius.

That's right, it's Lucius, the one next to Kasgar.

The Dark Eldar, isn't that amazing?

"Craftworld Peasant, give this a try!"

The mosaic, rushing rapidly behind them, finally revealed their figures at close range.

Those were several extremely slender small fighter jets.

Like bat wings, its tail is covered with extremely sharp spikes, as if it wants to pierce through all the creatures that cast their gaze upon it.

In certain areas of the otherwise completely black and almost non-reflective hull, a faint dark green glow emanated.

The fighter jets that were hot on their heels were firing at the flagship where Kasgar was located.

Behind these vanguard fighters were large numbers of Dark Eldar Escort and a centrally positioned mosaic – presumably the Dark Eldar flagship – which was relentlessly pursuing them.

"Unable to create effective distance, we are preparing to adopt a counter-attack strategy."

Yriel's warship shields are not particularly strong.

This flagship, stolen from its Fallen Cousins, clearly inherited the characteristics of the Dark Eldar—

Crisp.

Indeed, during the previous voyage, Kasgar also experienced the comfort of this ship.

But crispy is crispy.

While gaining extremely high maneuverability, the shields on board the ships are simply unable to withstand enemy fire.

This was even after Yriel used the Spirit Web to direct the helmsman and crew to micromanage the warship, dodging many attacks that would normally be guaranteed to hit.

"Deploy crew members and prepare to launch a counterattack against the enemy warships!"

At the very moment Yriel gave the order, Kasgar stood up and exchanged a glance with Sanguinius beside him.

"Boarding?"

"Boarding".

The flagship of the Blade Lotus Conspiracy.

The warship's command and control room was cold and bloody.

Compared to the Craftworld Aeldari's warm and comfortable elegant starships filled with Spirit Web, the creations of the Dark Eldar appeared extremely ugly and terrifying.

The Dark Eldar dared not use Psychic Power, so the interior decoration of their warships maintained a cold and sharp metallic style.

Unlike the flagships of the Craftworld Aeldari or Corsairs, these warships were not covered with shimmering, iridescent Wraithbone materials.

Given that the Dark Eldar lack Spirit Stone to protect their souls, these guys are basically a carbon copy of the Necron —they don't use Psychic Power at all, but rely on their high-tech skills left behind by archaeology to defeat their opponents.

They are far worse than those skeletons of the Necrons.

Various instruments of torture, beyond human comprehension, are adorned with even more unimaginable artifacts made from tissues from humans or other victims.

Even the army of Slaanesh would be amazed by the ingenuity and creativity of these races' "art" that were capable of creating Slaanesh.

The extent of these Black Sprouts' abnormality is completely beyond the comprehension of a normal person.

The suffering of others is their greatest pleasure.

Cruel and vicious.

Painful screams and wails emanating from all around the ship were like the most pleasant background music specially chosen by these Dark Eldar, playing on a loop throughout the warship.

Köhler was quite pleased with himself as he drove his flagship and chased after Yriel.

As a major Conspiracy in Commorragh, there is only one reason why they emerged from the Webway city of Commorragh into the real world.

Slave capture.

Fortunately, Kosek's fleet successfully launched a surprise attack on a large target in the human world.

And with minimal losses, they were about to return to Commorragh with the slave ships carrying entire ships full of slaves.

Such a successful operation will surely make their Blade Lotus Conspiracy famous throughout the Commorragh.

At that time, more Dark Eldar will surely come to join us, and the cooperation agreement between the Haemonculi and the Wych Cults will proceed more smoothly.

However, I've done something big to the human world, and I might face retaliation in the future, but who cares!

Do you think these humans can cross the Webway into the Commorragh to seek revenge on him?

Just as they were preparing to drive their swarms of slaves to open Webway Portal back to Commorragh...

There was also an unexpected surprise.

He actually had the good fortune to run into Yriel, the thief who stole their warship a while ago, and get his revenge!

Everything is progressing in a perfect direction.

Meanwhile, the little thief's warship was barely managing to deploy its shields for defense under artillery fire far exceeding their capabilities.

This was just the vanguard of their Blade Lotus Conspiracy.

Once we catch up with and capture those Craftworld Peasant's warship, we'll take them all to the Commorragh and then thoroughly enjoy their suffering.

"Your Excellency the Archon."

Just as Kosek was completely filled with the joy of victory, his crew behind him promptly interrupted his thoughts.

"A small landing craft from Yriel has broken through our fire blockade and boarded our ships."

"Notify the Kabalite Warrior on the warships to go and annihilate the enemy. What are the Escort doing, letting them in like this?"

"And what about the remaining boarding craft of Yriel? Why didn't I see them in the Holographic Projection?"

"Because, sir, they're all gone, only this one remains."

"One?" Kosshek rubbed his chin with amusement. "The mighty Yriel, the future naval commander of Iyanden, actually sent only one landing ship to board?"

"Interesting."

How many soldiers are on that landing ship?

"Two people, adults, two humans."

Two people?

Two humans?

"Has Yriel's pirate fleet become a monkey's den?"

The joke from Kor'Shak caused the Eldar in the cabin to burst into laughter.

They sent two humans to their warship to sue for peace?

"Perhaps he's here to promote what that stupid human Phoenix King called a madman."

"Who knows?"

Has Yriel, this Craftworld Aeldari, really become this pathetic?

That's insane.

The last time I met this guy in Commorragh, before she even took the Blade Lotus Conspiracy starship, he was already crazy enough.

They're actually promoting Asuryan's resurrection in the Commorragh!

Honestly, if Asuryan were to be resurrected, the first to run away wouldn't be Slaanesh, but the Dark Eldar.

After all the despicable things they've done over the years, the first thing the Phoenix King will do upon his return is to burn them all down and clean house.

Fire is coming!

Where among the Commorrite would anyone dare to tell Asuryan that they have a clear conscience?

If Asuryan were to truly be resurrected...

From the highest-ranking Archon in Commorragh, Vect, to the lowest-ranking thugs, everyone was able to escape the galaxy at top speed via the Webway.

Of course, Yriel's next words made Ko'shek, who had just been on edge, burst out laughing.

—She said that Asuryan was reincarnated as a human.

That's a really funny joke.

For the first time, truly the first time, Kosher was genuinely impressed by the humor of his cousin on the Craftworld.

Such remarks are far too blasphemous.

Asuryan turned into a big, Mon-keigh!

Even Koshke found it hard to accept such a vicious statement.

Even the Dark Eldar that disrespects Asuryan the most in the entire universe, could not have imagined that there was such a blasphemous perspective.

The Dark Eldar racked their brains, but none of them could match Yriel's brilliant idea.

The interior of the Kosherk flagship.

"This place is absolutely disgusting."

Kasgar frowned and kicked open another iron door in front of him.

The spaceship was empty except for endless corridors of torture chambers, where the screams of the Enslaver echoed without end.

Under his and the Angel's overwhelming force, any Kabalite Warrior who dared to stand in their way would be torn to shreds in an instant.

Primarily Angel.

Sanguinius would not have the slightest bit of pity for such a notorious Xenos race as the Dark Eldar.

As the Auramite spear in his hand flew up and down at a speed that even Kasgar could hardly discern, those Black Sprouts warriors who boasted of their superb skills and agility appeared so clumsy in front of the Angel.

After Kasgar and Angel joined forces to cut down nearly a hundred of the Kabalite Warrior who had come to attack, the area around the landing point was finally cleared by the two of them.

During the battle, Kasgar's right hand was engulfed in burning Gold-Red Flame.

It wasn't to withstand Psychic Power shocks, since the Dark Eldar never used Psychic Power.

Rest in peace.

Kasgar frowned as he burned one Dark Eldar "artwork" after another to ashes.

He had only heard that the Dark Eldar were known for their rather perverse methods.

Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know who people are referring to as "quite perverted".

Emotions are even more perverse than Slaanesh motives!

Kasgar silently set the trophy rack, which was filled with the corrupted creations of the Dark Eldar, ablaze with ashes.

Perhaps his flames could restore them from this miserable state, but their souls had already been ravaged countless times by the Dark Eldar. Even if they could be restored, they would only be able to spend the rest of their lives in eternal mental illness.

Kasgar has to face battles afterward, so he can't afford to spend his energy caring for the victims, and he can't waste his Psychic Power here.

May these suffering souls find peace.

Sanguinius, who was following behind Kasgar, offered words of comfort.

"You have a heart of gold, my friend, but a far more brutal battle awaits us. Now is not the time for sentimentality."

"Maybe."

Kasgar replied gloomily.

As he freed these twisted creations with flames, he could even feel the gratitude emanating from these tormented souls.

Damn it.

The Dark Eldar of these trenches.

"Right!"

Just as he kicked open the gate of the Dark Eldar warship, Kasgar felt an intense killing intent that seemed to solidify.

Right on the right!

He swung his Power Sword to deflect the Dark Eldar's attack. The Splinter Dart, as thin as the smallest thread, made a teeth-grinding hissing sound after hitting the Disintegration Field. The needle, which still retained its impact force, disappeared completely after being worn down.

Seeing that his first shot missed, the Kabalite Warrior lurking in the shadows tilted his head slightly, then swiftly leaped into the air, preparing to change position and try again—

Call out--

A precise spear thrust from Angel pierced his heart in an instant.

"There's more on the right! And then on the left front!"

Then several more silent, tiny Splinter Dart were launched towards the direction where Kasgar and the Angel were.

The command and control room of the Blade Lotus Conspiracy's flagship.

"The two invading monkeys still haven't been eliminated?"

Compared to the previous joking tone, this time Ko'Sek's tone from the warship's command center was more reproachful.

Could it be that the members of the Blade Lotus Conspiracy are being lazy and complacent?

Otherwise, how could they not even handle two invading monkeys?

Kosek was very impatient.

Among the Eldar race, who are already considered Eldar of knights, the Dark Eldar are the greatest among all races of knights.

This Blade Lotus Conspiracy, relying on their seniority as members of the Ancient Aeldari, is considered the most powerful race among the Dark Eldar's knights.

As the supreme knight king of the super race, Ko'Shak found it extremely difficult to accept that his elite Kabalite Warrior had failed to subdue the two trespassing Mon-keigh.

If two Mon-keigh could wreak havoc on the entire flagship, wouldn't that demonstrate how inferior and vulnerable the most glorious and greatest Eldar warriors are?

Not only have the internal problems remained unresolved, but the naval situation with Yriel is also far from optimistic.

After the initial chaos and setbacks, Yriel's pirate fleet quickly regrouped and, using guerrilla tactics, managed to fight them on equal terms with their relatively small fleet.

He truly deserves to be called the future star of Ynnari Ark.

Even if he went mad and saw people as gods, his remaining command abilities were still outstanding.

If she were given some time to hone her skills, and if the pirate fleet were to grow and expand in the future...

"Unfortunately, this Craftworld Peasant has to die now."

"Prepare--"

"Reporting, sir, those two have already infiltrated and damaged the Macro Cannon weapon system on the right side of the flagship, and are now infiltrating towards the area where the weapons are located at the bow!"

"Enough!"

"I've said enough!"

Kosek roared, his shriek even drowning out the agonizing cries of the suffering on board.

He slammed his palm hard on the warship's control panel, startling the servant who came to report, who trembled and dared not utter a word.

"If you're really so stupid that you can't even handle two Mon-keigh, then you should report to the Haemonculi after today!"

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Send me images of those two overconfident idiots!

Kosek shouted in extreme impatience.

The previous raiding operation had gone extremely smoothly; the Eldar's artful murders swept through and devoured the panicked human planet.

In the midst of the rampant and frenzied slave-hunting activities, K. Shek reveled in the sight of those tall, green-armored Mon-keigh desperately protecting the Mon-keigh around them, only to ultimately witness their despair at being unable to protect anything.

That kind of pain seemed particularly sweet to the Dark Eldar.

Whenever he reminisces about it, he finds it especially sweet.

The despair of those who were deliberately left to breathe their last, just to watch them load caravan after caravan of human slaves onto Slave Ships, is an extreme pain that only true connoisseurs can truly understand.

Even so, these foolish creatures seemed to still be muttering the word "Primarch," saying that they only needed to wait for their Primarch to return—

As for the rest of the conversation, Ko'Shak didn't listen.

He snapped the neck of the fool who, in his final moments, was still cursing himself incessantly.

A boring reaction.

How can humans compare to the Eldar?

Kosshek has always insisted on this.

But now—?

How come we can't even handle two Mon-keigh now?

He connected the communication device to his ear, which was hidden beneath his full suit of armor.

Let me see what's going on!

What appeared in the center of his screen was a large, Mon-keigh in purple armor.

It looks a lot like the green-armored Mon-keigh he encountered during his raids, so they probably belong to different combat squads.

In terms of combat strength, it is indeed quite remarkable, but not to the point that it can break through hundreds of elite warriors of the Conspiracy and pierce through their warship.

Even though this person still exuded some Psychic Power energy that made him feel a little uneasy.

It is a pity.

Ko'Shake didn't have time to see the surveillance footage of Kasgar using the Gold-Red Flame in his hand to purify his "artworks".

Otherwise, he would definitely run faster than the Necron's inertial engines.

Now, Ko'Schek's gaze fell on another person.

Another creature, clad in Auramite armor, even sporting wings—

This is...

Kosshek's eyes widened.

Holy crap!

Ape God!!!

That's not surprising, ah, that's not surprising at all.

This Mon-keigh's Empyrean Young God is indeed not someone his shrimp soldiers and crab generals can easily mess with.

The fact that the Dark Eldar do not use Psychic Power does not mean that their psychic vision or Psychic Power level is low.

Ko'Shake, a young Eldar with a strong foundation in Psychic Power, immediately saw through the phenomena to the true nature of the Angel.

As for the unremarkable Mon-keigh warrior standing to the side, wearing a red helmet and purple-gold armor...

Most likely they were just followers of the Young God of the Empyrean.

It's nothing serious, don't worry about it.

And so, Kosshek overlooked the existence of Kasgar.

"Sir, how should we deal with these two intruders?"

"Prepare to abandon the cabin these two have infiltrated; we'll take—"

Wrong.

Kosshek's words about temporarily fleeing with the Slave Ships were cut short mid-sentence.

If we're going to play, we have to play big.

It's time to use the [divine artifact].

"And also! Awaken that Talos Pain Engine! I'll personally explain this to the Haemonculi then!"

"The purple Mon-keigh's life or death is irrelevant, but the golden Mon-keigh must be captured alive!"

"She has great research value, and the Haemonculi will definitely pay a high price for her!"

A gleam of predatory interest flashed in Ko's eyes.

Greed ultimately triumphed over his reason.

The Young God of the Empyrean of the Mon-keigh are indeed very strong, but Young God are still Young God after all; they can be captured and killed.

If we can successfully bring it back to Commorragh and hand it over to the Haemonculi...

I wonder what kind of good price those guys who are obsessed with dissection and suturing will offer when they first encounter such a rare material as the Empyrean Young God.

Thinking of this, Kosek quickened his pace.

"Quick!"

"This should be the bow weapon."

As he spoke, Kasgar extended his Power Sword and slashed at the connection point of the turret mechanism.

"This side must also be cut off."

Kasgar was directing the Angel were also constantly destroying the ship's equipment.

Once the firepower on this flagship is destroyed, the firepower pressure on Yriel's side will be significantly reduced.

Clap clap clap.

"Well done, you two humans."

"I am delighted that you have come to my fleet and have contributed a great gift to our cause."

Just as Kasgar was about to sever the bow weapons command and control system,

Applause from the shadows interrupted what he was doing.

A figure that had appeared in the Holographic Projection when he was on the Yriel warship stood in front of Kasgar.

He was a tall, thin, middle-aged Eldar member with a somewhat gloomy and acerbic appearance. He wore a dark green trench coat with exquisite embroidery patterns, and the pale purple lotus emblem on it indicated his identity.

Blade Lotus Conspiracy, Archon Ko'Shake.

Behind him were a large number of strange creations that even Kasgar couldn't name.

A bizarre creature, composed of terrifying flesh and machinery resembling a scorpion, floats in mid-air.

Their forelimbs are equipped with strange weapons of various sizes, resembling scalpels, while their backs, which resemble the spine of a scorpion, are covered with numerous oddly colored bottles and jars.

As for the device connecting the spine and coccyx, it is a venomous stinger that sticks out like a tail needle.

[Talos Pain Engine]

Even the Haemonculi's most cherished possessions have appeared here; it seems they've mobilized their entire force.

"Although I do not know your name, you are Young God from mankind, but I believe you will have an 'unforgettable' time in the Commorragh."

A cruel smile crept across Ko'Shake's lips, and his gaze toward the Angel became unusually infatuated.

It can only be said that the Angel's charm is indeed too powerful, even the Dark Eldar cannot resist her presence.

Faced with the Xenos's nonsensical remarks, the Angel didn't even bother to refute them.

She raised her spear high, flapped her wings, and flew towards the Archon.

When!

Just as the spear was about to pierce Ko'shek, the scorpion-like Talos Pain Engine beside him started.

He used his hard, black arm armor to block the attack for K. Shek.

But it can hold them off for a while.

After holding out for less than a moment, the arm armor of this flesh-and-blood creature, filled with filthy power, shattered instantly, and its main body was easily pierced away by the Angel's spear.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining force rushed toward Ko'Shek, who had just reacted.

Despite the immense effort involved in blocking the attack, with the aid of the Talos Pain Engine, the Kabal Archon, Ko'Shak, managed to barely withstand the blow imbued with the Angel's wrath.

The Archon retreated several steps, bracing himself against the blood-stained wall, feeling the trembling of his arm, his eyes filled with disbelief and apprehension.

With a single, casual strike, he was able to tear apart the Talos Pain Engine at his side, forcing his Kabal Archon into a series of defeats.

No way?

He had considered that the Warp Young God would be very strong.

But he never imagined it would be such a formidable opponent that even he and the Talos Pain Engine together would struggle to deal with.

That strong?

"Idiot."

Kasgar's gaze toward the Dark Eldar Archon shifted from anger to pity.

Classic Dark Eldar mindset.

They spend all their time hiding from their real, named combat power, bullying the garrison troops stationed on some planets, and think they're invincible.

Why did you provoke him?

This is the Angel, Sanguinius.

One of the most formidable beings among the Primarch.

This idiot is so greedy for money that he's setting his sights on Angel!

"As expected of the Empyrean Being, even a mere Young God of humanity is so troublesome!"

But it seems that Ko'Shak is not alarmed by the terrifying power of the Angel.

The stronger he is, the more valuable he is to study, and the more rewards he will receive from the Haemonculi.

"Quickly, let's all attack together!"

A mad smile flashed across Kosek's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, countless phantoms wielding poisoned blades appeared around him, rushing towards the direction of the Angel along with the remains and grotesque figures of the Haemonculi he had awakened.

The technology from the ancient Aeldari Empire — the Clone Field.

An extremely rare and expensive piece of technology, originating from the Aeldari Empire, which only wealthy Grand Archon can use.

This device can project images of several users simultaneously, with identical movements and body shapes, making it perfect for group fights.

At the same time, several Nightmare Daemon surrounding Ko'Shake also moved in unison to surround the Angel.

Want to gang up on the Angel?

Kasgar narrowed his eyes, raising the Power Sword that shimmered with blue light to his side.

Then you'll have to ask me if I agree!

But it seemed that the moment he raised the blade in his hand, the Archon's eyes locked onto this troublesome fellow.

He spared no expense in order to capture this extremely rare Young God of the Empyrean.

Ko'Shake even brought out his family heirloom, an orange crystal that floated in the air and emitted a faint glow.

Although he didn't quite understand the working principle and origin of this magical artifact.

But he knew that as long as he could activate it to unleash a beam of light, the powerful Psychic Power energy it released would instantly turn the opponent to ashes!

Most importantly, this Psychic Power does not attract Warp gods.

Since this golden Empyrean Young God is difficult to deal with, let's sever her hands and feet first!

The instant those flesh-and-blood golems surrounded the Angel, he fired the cannon in the direction of Kasgar.

They didn't even aim.

A golden-red laser beam, as if it possessed a spirit, locked onto him and headed straight for Kasgar.

I won!

But in his excitement, Košek seemed to have forgotten a very important issue—

If this fluctuation doesn't originate from the Empyrean of Evil, then from whom could it come?

Zzzzz!

In the next instant, a golden-red flame, following the light of the artifact, slowly began to burn at the location of Kasgar.

The entire room was engulfed by that tiny flame at that moment.

Something's not right.

This wasn't a function a divine artifact should have. As he passed through the flames, he saw Kasgar—

No, he can't see clearly.

The overwhelming Warp light filled his eyes completely.

He wanted to see more, but when he closed his eyes to observe with his spiritual vision, he could only see a white expanse of light.

He originally intended to use the image of Mon-keigh to humiliate humans, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Just as Kosek was wondering, the light gradually solidified into a physical form.

A phoenix?

A golden-red phoenix soaring above the Pyramid and amidst the flames!

Thump.

Instinctively, Ko'Shek's trembling legs could no longer support the weight of his upper body.

In an instant, he knelt down in the direction of Kasgar.

"Ah, Asuryan."

The name he had long forgotten welled up involuntarily in his throat.

You.

You're not dead?