Khan, We Adore You!

You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?

In that dark, deserted corner, was the Kiya Jaghatai Khan was beaten to his knees and captured to be used as Conventional Weapon and ruthlessly exploited!

Before the Fall of the Eldar, Commorragh was a large trading port located deep within the Webway, and its extensive network of Webway had brought countless riches and resources to this transportation hub.

Therefore, from that time onward, Commorragh became an entertainment venue and a den of iniquity filled with hedonism and all kinds of decadent behavior, and also a microcosm of the depravity and corruption of the Aeldari Empire.

However, after the birth of Slaanesh, the Aeldari Empire was instantly destroyed, and the Aeldari population was reduced to less than one-tenth. The Aeldari hid in Commorragh, however, were spared annihilation due to the isolation provided by the Webway.

Therefore, the Dark Eldar often claim to be the legitimate successors of the Aeldari Empire, and this claim is actually quite accurate, similar to the 3/8 Rome.

For this reason, the Dark Eldar often provides assistance to their poor relatives who are not doing well, which seems decent, but it depends on the person.

As the Dark Eldar consider themselves the true lineage of the Aeldari, also known as the Black sprouts by humans, they do not control their desires like the Ark Eldar, nor do they exile themselves to become savages like the Exodite Eldar.

On the contrary, their pursuit of hedonism has remained unchanged; to them, what does the fall of the Aeldari Empire have to do with us?

We have escaped the catastrophe, survived the apocalypse, and were not consumed by Slaanesh, so why should we trap ourselves like other Aeldari factions?

With this in mind, the Black sprouts continued their twisted behavior over 10,000 years of differentiation, the only change they made was to disable Psychic Power, and after disabling Psychic Power, they became perverted.

By torturing slaves and extracting the fragments of their escaping souls, he fills their desires, maintains his youth and strength, and uses these unfortunate souls to avoid being captured by Slaanesh.

This characteristic is similar to Atlas, who also actively absorbs the soul fragments easily dispersed by surrounding life forms. Atlas can even use Fel Energy to cast a series of sorcery spells such as life drain, soul devouring, Fel Energy armor, soul fireball, and even Daemon transformation and brain-damaging arrows.

Especially those bright green brain-damaging arrows; this kind of energy attack, similar to Fireball Spell, can really turn people into brain-damaged beings.

Mordred admits that he copied some kind of evil profession called Warlock, but Black sprouts are different; they are far more Atlas.

This is like a butcher slaughtering pigs and sheep; it's a job. They smoke Daemon, Xenos, and even enemies of the Imperium of Man. Even if they are burned into Chaos Energy Crystal, it's a quick death.

Black sprouts are like cats and dogs being tortured. After catching their prey, they don't eat them for survival, but simply for fun. Those unlucky creatures who are tortured to death will not be relieved, but will have to suffer again in the Warp.

But as one incredibly observant tourism account put it, most people who come to Commorragh will have it in their lifetime, but it's a different story if a highly valuable Primarch like the Khan comes to Commorragh.

So when the Khan was exiled to Commorragh, his "good" days truly began.

After all, the Primarch is no ordinary being; it's a rare find, a Young God! In terms of prestige, it's on par with the Eldar Gods. It's plentiful, abundant, and of high quality, allowing for both defilement and wild indulgence—it's simply too awesome.

Because of its scarcity, Lilith Megatron's arenas are packed every day, filled with bloodthirsty spectators, and tickets are being sold at exorbitant prices just to catch a glimpse of the Primarch.

Don't think this is just hype; it has real benefits. Anyone who sits in the audience will have their power absorbed by the bloodthirsty crowd emanating from Chagatai.

Taking a puff is incredibly exhilarating, like a tall, wild horse galloping freely across the grasslands, surrounded by lush greenery, and even your soul feels purified.

Chagoris's influence finally reached Commorragh. The Khan stepped onto the stage, holding a 1:1 replica of the White Tiger Blade. Amidst the cheers of hordes of bloodthirsty spectators, he grinned crookedly. Even though his face was pale and he appeared slightly weak, the crowd couldn't help but shout and cheer.

Khan, we love and respect you!

"I want to have your babies."

"Get lost, you filthy bitch, who do you think you are? You're clearly a man."

As soon as they appeared, several pairs of crazy men started attacking each other, with knives flying and even more violently, some of them throwing a party in front of everyone.

Half a year had passed since then, and Chagatai had grown accustomed to it, or rather, this noisy scene was his only moment of relaxation.

Khan is the embodiment of speed, possessing attack speed, damage, and the ability to continue fighting in the second phase. In terms of one-on-one combat ability, he would rank among the top in the Primarchs. In close combat, even three Perturabo wouldn't be enough for him to cut down.

His enemy was a Tyrant of the Tyranid Hive, captured from who-knows-where, Khan was confident he could shred it into pieces in a second.

But in order to create an atmosphere and buy time, and to make ticket buyers feel it was a good deal, Khan simply started the performance.

The details of the battle are unnecessary to mention. Despite the overwhelming numerical advantage, Khan fought the Tyrant with great difficulty, dragging the battle out for a full 20 minutes before finally beheading him cleanly with a single blow. Amidst applause and cheers, Khan carried his spoils and left the arena.

It sounds like Chagatai is doing quite well, but there's a price to pay. The entire arena is like a juicer, relentlessly draining the Khan's power.

Although he doesn't get much out of the system, and can recover in a day or two, the problem is that he's never given a chance to rest.

But the nightmare only begins after you leave the arena.

A large number of extremely rare and precious items were made into something that was more like medicine than food and placed on the dining table.

Despite Khan limited knowledge, Khan, unlike Perturabo who possessed a prodigious memory, could still recognize that some of the materials were highly valuable to Mordred, being special materials used to create Primarch.

In fact, this was the greatest torture the Khan had endured since being captured. The exertion he had just experienced was merely a warm-up, used to fool those ordinary Black sprouts. The real ordeal was yet to come.

After indulging in these extremely nourishing "medicinal meals," the Khan's face turned red, and the energy he had previously depleted was replenished, even excessively so.

Looking at the Dark Eldar noblewomen who had already eagerly surrounded him, he glanced at them and found that there were already more than two people. That hateful Lilith Megatron even cracked his whip.

"What are you looking at? Come here right now! I've already told you to send a letter home saying you're safe. Don't make us resort to violence!"

There are still people queuing behind me.

"Ugh! When will this ever end?"

What happens next is a bit inappropriate for children, but the only thing that can be revealed is that the Aeldari's mating cycle is calculated on a monthly basis.

While the Khan was being ravaged by the violent sage, his eldest son Juba Khan, was rushing to the Holy Terra with the so-called letter of peace to prove the innocence of the White Scars.

"The honor of the Fifth Legion must not be tarnished, absolutely not!"

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