The "Landing Site Massacre"

Near the Istvaan system.

Stars were embedded like shattered diamonds on the deep black curtain above. Dark Eldar warships sliced through the silent void, like phantoms from the abyss, silently weaving between planets.

The warships, viewed as a whole, presented a streamlined, elegant design. The hull was covered in a smooth, mirror-like, dark purple metal. Under the excitation of specific psionic frequencies, it displayed flowing, shifting colors, as if the entire warship were breathing, resonating with the rhythm of the universe.

Inside the warship, Ling Clan psykers and engineers monitored the ship's various data through complex psionic interfaces.

"Are you sure the creature that will become the Red Greater Daemon and destroy the galaxy is nearby?"

A Dark Eldar warrior, similar in appearance to a human but taller, thinner, with longer limbs, perfect features, elegant almond eyes, and pointed ears, spoke.

"That's right, calculations indicate it should be here. The planet ahead has extremely high energy readings. The person we're looking for should be on it," another engineer quickly calculated.

Yes, the one they were looking for was Angron.

The Dark Eldar were an ancient alien race—a fallen branch of the Eldar, known as the Drukhari. They indulged in piracy, plunder, enslavement, and torture, and were extreme sadists.

At the same time, they inherited the precognitive abilities of the Ling Clan. They had long ago foreseen that Angron would become the Red Greater Daemon that would destroy the galaxy.

This would affect their survival!

So, for the "peace of the galaxy," they had to eliminate Angron!

In fact, they had done so long ago. When Angron first arrived on Nuceria, they had dispatched a pursuit team to capture the child Angron.

Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful. Instead, the entire team was killed by Angron.

But they had succeeded in exhausting most of his strength!

As for why they didn't pursue Angron further, hehe~

Because they had collected enough souls, they returned to the Webway for a grand party. They had a blast, and only now, many years later, were they finally satisfied!

So, they were going to continue their mission to save the galaxy!

The warship sailed near Istvaan V.

"How is it? Is he here? Have you found him?"

"Yes! He's here! He's here, and he's indeed slaughtering madly!"

"We must stop him! For the peace of the universe, for the Ling Clan, charge!"

The moment they saw Angron, everyone became excited. The prophecy was true!

At this moment, all the warriors donned their combat suits and rushed into the drop pods.

Swish swish swish!

Countless drop pods descended, followed by the Dark Eldar warships.

Boom boom boom~

Countless pods landed on the ground. Angron, who was tearing apart Demons with his bare hands, looked at Francis in confusion. "Is this also your plan? Is this our reinforcement?"

???

"No! I don't have any plans. Haven't you heard that plans can't keep up with changes?"

"Do you think I've defected to the bird-people?"

Francis roared, then swung his sword, hitting Fulgrim's arm before crashing into his body. With a bang!

Fulgrim was sent flying backward, letting out a delicate gasp. "Mmm~"

When Francis turned back, he saw a group of beanstalk-like aliens running out of the drop pods, shouting incomprehensible languages.

They charged at Angron, madly firing shard cannons, and continuously swung their dark lances, slaughtering everything in front of them.

At this moment, Kharn of the World Eaters, wielding twin axes, became a red whirlwind, shredding the Dark Eldar charging at Angron into powder.

The next second, Abaddon of the Sons of Horus swung his power maul, smashing at an Ork Boy who was fighting Eidolon of the Emperor's Children.

"Yo! Brothers, look at all these big bean sprouts! We're gonna eat well today~"

An Ork warrior, piloting a Gargantuan, crashed towards the black bean sprouts, grabbed one, and began to devour it.

Angron, wielding his Blood Father and Blood Son, charged madly at the Ling Clan warriors. Even without the Butcher's Nails, seeing his childhood enemies made Angron's eyes burn with rage.

"Ling Clan!!!"

"You're all to blame! How dare you show yourselves to die!"

"World Eaters, slaughter these Ling Clan!"

He roared and charged at them, his axes like a berserker's, each strike fatal. Even when they piloted medium tanks, the enraged Angron overturned them with his bare hands.

The surrounding World Eaters saw this and became incredibly excited, roaring as they swung their chainswords. "The Primarch has returned!"

"The Primarch has all returned!"

"Kill, kill, kill~"

As the Ling Clan warships prepared to strike again, Francis seized the opportunity, rallying his subordinates and shouting, "Boys, that ship looks good! Let's snatch it and use it as a dinner table! Waaaaaagh~"

"For the boss! For a cool dinner table! Waaaaaagh~"

The Ork Boyz, clad in Power Armour scavenged from who-knows-where, bobbed their heads as they collected parts from the battlefield, assembling a massive teleportation device shaped like a sewer pipe.

"Yippee~!"

"Yippee~!"

Countless Ork Boyz charged in and, in the next second, appeared inside a warship in the sky. Before long, the warship was dismantled and crashed directly into the crowd.

Boom boom boom~

Explosions erupted everywhere, sending everyone scrambling in chaos.

"Third Brother! Stop chasing me. There are Ling Clan here, they know how to play, they play the best, go chase them!"

Francis grabbed a Titan wreck from the ground and hurled it at Fulgrim, who was charging with his sword.

Suddenly, Fulgrim stopped. He smiled!

Fulgrim licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed. "Hehehe~ Indeed, we should taste them. The main course should be saved for last. Slurp~"

The Death Guard Legion also charged out from the original battlefield, releasing gas bombs everywhere. The scene was so chaotic that it was impossible to tell where anything was.

The Emperor's Children, Sons of Horus, Death Guard, World Eaters, Demons, Orks, and Dark Eldar fought from the east to the west, and from the west to the east.

The entire planet had been scoured by artillery fire countless times. Even the once perfectly round planet had become noticeably oval.

Giant Titans clashed with each other, and wounded warriors were dragged into the Warlord Titans. Orks gnawed on Astartes, and Astartes gnawed on Orks and Ling Clan. Everyone was caught in the brutal reality of eating and being eaten.

Boom boom boom~

Mushroom clouds bloomed in the sky, shrouding the entire planet in black smoke. Even from space, one could see the dark grey planet, where flashes of explosions continuously lit up the darkness.

It was impossible to tell how long this battle had raged...

Finally.

On a mountain of corpses, surrounded by green mist, Francis, covered in blood, looked at Horus and sighed helplessly. "What! Why are you still chasing me?"

"I'm not your father! If you're angry, go find your father!"

Horus, wielding Worldbreaker, walked step by step towards Francis, a sinister grin on his face.

Suddenly.

Beep beep beep~

Horus looked down, as if he had stepped on something. He suddenly looked up at Francis and roared, "You're so despicable!!! I..."

Before he could finish, Horus was teleported a hundred meters away, followed by a loud bang accompanied by Horus's scream. "Ahhhhhh~"

"Sigh~ I didn't expect Horus to think so highly of me! He praised me even after I hit him!"

Francis rubbed his chin, finding the consciousness corrupted by Chaos difficult to comprehend.

After speaking, he began burying Ork Teleport Mines on the ground again.

Happily~

At this moment, an Ork head wearing a Power Armour helmet emerged from the pile of dead. He excitedly looked at Francis and said, "Hehehe~ Boss, we've dismantled all their battleships!"

"We've made a super-sized bomb! Hehehe~"

Hearing this, Francis flashed a demonic smile. The two of them tumbled down the hundred-meter-high corpse pile and then quickly ran towards the location of the new Ork warship.

The front of the warship still bore an Aquila and an Eye of Horus-shaped ornament, clearly showing that the Ork Boyz had dismantled quite a lot.

Just as Francis found Angron, he saw the latter sitting on a throne made of Dark Eldar skulls, his hands gripping the axe handle, gazing at the World Eaters who were still slaughtering.