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Chapter 243 Blitzkrieg Black Heart
The "Heart of Darkness" battleship, the flagship of the Blackheart Conspiracy.

With its streamlined hull, blade-shaped wings extending backwards, and a row of scarlet barbs along the ridge, every detail of this ship exudes the cruelty and darkness of the Overlord-Victor.

Those spikes distributed along the ridge of the ship are actually the spires where the higher-ups of the conspiracy group lived.

The most majestic and towering spire belongs to the conspiratorial overlord:
Asturubair Victor.

Victor transformed this place into a divination hall, where he would consult fate and also gather his subordinates for important meetings.

Today is destined to be one of the most extraordinary days in Comoros history.

The slave caravan of the Broken Rune Conspiracy discovered the gate to the ancient production line, and various conspiracies gathered at the scene to fight for the key to the gate.

The riots escalated into an unprecedented large-scale melee with the speed of a chain reaction.

Various conspiracies are pulling out all the stops to obtain the key to the gate.

The wise Victor chose to hold the gates of the production line, standing up to the conspirators who eventually obtained the key.

Victor possesses three powerful fleets, and regardless of who ultimately obtains the key to the gate, Victor is assured of victory.

What it never expected was that a green-skinned fleet would appear near Comoros.

They not only carried extermination weapons, but also launched an extermination attack on the Comoros without hesitation.

This is incredible!

Don't these greens want the glitter on the Comoros?

How could they possibly stand it!

Victor sat on the throne, his face taut, his eyes burning with rage.

If it weren't for the Greenskins causing trouble, I should be embracing the Heart of Fire on the ancient production line right now, instead of floating in the void.

Damn it, greenskins!

Victor gripped the armrest tightly, his fingertips rubbing violently against the metal frame.

Anger spread with his heavy breathing, and the dark spirits below the platform fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

There are only two exceptions.

Those were a man and a woman standing at the very front of the line, dressed in luxurious black gowns, their lips dripping with red light, like vampires who had drunk their fill of blood.

A slender female Dark Elf bowed with her hand on her chest, her red lips parting slightly with an air of arrogance:
“Those greenskins are truly audacious. We have a slight advantage in the number of our ships, and their specifications are far superior. Yet, instead of fleeing when they encountered us, they dared to attack us. Lord Victor, I suggest we take the initiative and engage them head-on, wiping out these audacious greenskins.”

The glass dome of the spire reflects the flames of battle. Frontline troops have made contact with the Green Fleet, and a battle between the two sides is about to break out. Laser weapons flash with intense light.

The emerald-green glass mirror distorted the light and shadow, casting beams of beautiful and dazzling green light into the vast divination hall.

Victor sat upright on the high platform, unmoved by the battle outside.

His gaze shifted from the tall woman who had spoken earlier to another person.

“Lord Victor, my thoughts are completely opposite to those of Lady Isabella.”

Sesserak, the chief consul under Victor, stepped forward under the overlord's gaze and said:
"I think we should avoid these greenskins, leave the Comoros, regroup, and return after the ion storm on the Comoros surface subsides. This current battle only brings greater uncertainty, and uncertainty often leads to demoralization and low morale..."

"Are you questioning the fleet's combat effectiveness and cohesion?" a female Dark Eldar named Isabella retorted sharply.

Sesserak's expression turned impatient and angry:
"I am not questioning the power of the hegemon, but rather suggesting that the hegemon take a more sensible approach."

"Bang! Rumble—"

The massive cannonballs struck the flagship's force field shield, sending shockwaves surging through the ship.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds.

Just as Sesserak was about to continue the conversation, several more explosions rang out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Rumble——————"

A dull, rumbling vibration echoed within the spire, the floor trembled slightly, and the metal structure creaked.

Two green-skinned frigates roared in from outside the spire, grazing the outer edge of the force field shield.

The frigate has several spherical machine gun turrets on its fuselage.

The green-skinned man in the gun emplacement, wearing red goggles, opened his mouth wide and shouted "WaaaghWaaagh" at the top of his lungs.

Heavy machine guns unleashed a barrage of chemical bullets.

The golden-white spots of cations exploded on the shield, and countless ripples spread outwards, making one feel heavy-hearted.

More green-skinned frigates cut into the Blackheart Fleet's lines, relentlessly entangled the Overlord's flagship.

At this point, talking about "avoiding the enemy's sharp edge" is just empty talk.

The only option left for this ruthless conspiracy group is to fight to the death; it's either you or me.

Victor braced himself against the handrail and stood up, a sinister glint flashing across his purplish-white face:

"Pass down the order: have the escort fleet act as bait to lure the Greenskins' escort ships toward the 'Vicious Path.' All battleships, prepare to use gravity weapons to destroy the Greenskins' escort ships in one fell swoop, and then concentrate firepower to attack the Greenskins' flagship."

The messenger used the mechanical arm on his back to press a button, conveying the overlord's orders.

Seeing that the Overlord was determined to fight the Greenskins, the Archon Setherak stiffened and took a step back.

Isabella smiled, a slight upturn to her lips.

The entire escort fleet of the Black Heart Fleet was deployed, circling the battleship "Vicious Path".

The "Vicious Path" charged its Disintegration Cannon, making it appear as if it was about to blast the enemy flagship to smithereens.

The charging process for the splitting cannon takes about five minutes.

The green team must interrupt the charging process as soon as possible, or the flagship will surely be destroyed.

No ship can withstand the full firepower of the Disintegration Cannon!

To Victor's surprise, the Greenskins fleet completely disregarded the fate of the flagship and continued to relentlessly bombard the "Heart of Darkness".

Those damned greens have gone mad, I don't know what's wrong with them.

Their escort ships swarmed in like bees to fire, while the cruisers used a circling tactic, unleashing a barrage of macro cannons and light spears from mid-range, and the battleships launched cation-containing shells one after another at the limits of their range.

The rest of the Blackheart Fleet's ships were almost completely unaffected, with the "Darkheart" becoming the focus of all the Greenskins' firepower.

What a blatant decapitation operation!

Victor was not afraid at all, and sneered repeatedly.

As the overlord of a ruthless conspiracy, it fears nothing more than death.

"Buzz!"

The shield field shattered, and dense artillery fire rained down on the outer armor plating, with violent sonic waves and vibrations raging inside the ship.

The messenger cried out in alarm:
"Sir, something terrible has happened! The outer armor plating has been breached! Green-skinned boarding craft have stormed in!"

Victor raised the Soul Staff beside the throne and shouted sharply:

"Everyone, pick up your weapons! If we can hold out for just five minutes, the 'Path of Venom's' Disintegration Cannons will take down the enemy commander! Let's show the Greenskins that their decapitation strikes won't work!"

Inside the divination hall, the Dark Eldar drew their weapons, preparing to fight the Greenskins who were boarding the ship.

A dozen green boarding ships flew overhead.

The close-in weapon system outside the divination hall was activated, and small split-type turrets fired beams of black light.

The boarding ships exploded one after another, becoming historical dust in cyberspace.

But one of the boarding ships, as if by some strange twist of fate, broke through the barrage of fire and crashed into the divination hall.

"Crack!"

The glass spire shattered, and the boarding ship plummeted from the sky, landing straight down on the throne.

Victor dodged and leaped below the platform. "Clang!"

The boarding ships landed heavily on the ground.

With his steel-like feet kicking open the deformed door, a young man wielding a twin-barreled heavy explosive gun rushed out.

Victor laughed in fury, raising his Soul Staff and pointing it at the Greenskin:
"Greenskins! Your filthy souls are mine now!"

The Soul Gem at the tip of the staff glowed, and a malevolent Soul Extraction spell shot out.

The leader of the boarding boys crossed his legs, shielding the rest of the green-skinned men in front of him.

He released the explosive gun and swept his arms across the entire field.

Set it! Set it! Set it! Set it! Set it!

Freeze all of them!
Don't move!

The entire audience of black bean sprouts stood there dumbfounded, while the green-skinned man pulled the trigger!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang——"

The barrage of projectiles swept in, creating snowflakes of explosions below the platform, and most of the black bean sprouts exploded and died.

Only Victor, Isadora, and Setherak survived.

When they were freed from the brain freeze spell, the three witnessed an incomprehensible scene.

In the void outside the spire, the Black Heart Conspiracy's ships had somehow disintegrated into countless fragments, mingling with the corpses of the Dark Eldar.

Green-skinned salvage ships and frigates shuttled among the wreckage, recovering valuable supplies and finishing off the remaining survivors.

A dense, deathly silence permeated the glass dome, seeping into the heads of the three Dark Eldar.

Victor and his two companions were startled and couldn't immediately understand what was going on.

Weren't they just having a boarding maneuver?

How could the Black Heart Fleet have been completely wiped out in the blink of an eye?!
And what about the shackles on my body?

When did the green-skinned man put on the locks? Why does he have no recollection of it?!

Victor and his two companions were so shocked they couldn't speak; it felt as absurd as if they had blacked out from drinking.

"Someone, apply medicine to these three."

A loud, green-skinned voice came from the high platform.

Victor and the other two looked up.

The throne that originally belonged to Victor was smashed flat by the boarding ship. After the mechanic boy repaired it, the throne was erected again, with various colored metal patches on its outer shell.

The burly orc sat imposingly on a green-skinned throne, his expression calm and composed, his bulging muscles reminiscent of hard rocks.

At the orc's command, several boys in excruciating pain surrounded him, each holding a syringe as thick as a bowl.

The liquid in the syringe was thick and yellowish. Considering their current situation, Victor and his two companions immediately realized that it was some kind of truth serum.

Sesserak trembled with fear, pleading for mercy from his king.

Victor appeared flustered, but inwardly he was full of confidence.

As the leader of the conspiracy, its body is immune to all hallucinogenic substances.

Don't even think about getting the key to the production line gate out of its mouth.

Victor's composure was shattered by the sudden female voice.

“My lord orc, I wish to cooperate with you. As a token of my sincerity, I will tell you a secret about Victor.”

Isabella tilted her head back and said:

“Victor has several spare bodies, a kind of existence known as ‘the Gelding.’ They are encased in dimensional crystals and hidden deep underground in Corespur. Victor’s current body is immune to hallucinogenic drugs, and you can’t get any secrets out of him. If you kill him, he will awaken in the Gelding and regain his freedom.”

Victor was stunned!

Its greatest reliance and secret were exposed by its own subordinates!

More importantly, Victor doesn't remember telling Isaac Trian about Void Clones.

"How could you know my secret?!" Victor was first shocked, then became extremely angry:
"Isaac Trian! You knew I had an avatar and you still dared to betray me?! And the one you pledged allegiance to was an ugly, disgusting, and vulgar orc! You despise me! You will pay the price for your betrayal!"

"Slap him in the face," the orc on the throne said calmly.

"Clap clap clap clap clap——————"

The little brat, wearing open-crotch pants, came up to Victor and slapped him more than a dozen times.

Pain Boy injects Victor and Setherak with Truth Poison.

As the dark Eldar woman named Isadora stated, Victor is immune to hallucinogenic drugs, and truth serum has no effect on him.

However, Seserak is not so good.

The orc on the throne asked whatever questions Setherak asked, and in no time he had revealed all his secrets.

Seselarak was killed by the Pain Boy, and his body was thrown into the furnace to be burned.

The orc on the throne raised his hand and pointed at Victor, a surge of psionic energy emanating from his body.

Victor's eyes were fixed, his mind abruptly occupied by the strange psychic energy, leaving him in a daze.

The orc on the throne was none other than Li Nuo, and the "psychic power" that immobilized Victor was the fungal ability - Brain Stun.

Brain freeze is not psychic energy and therefore cannot cause psychic energy fluctuations.

However, when Li Nuo cast the Brain Stun Technique, he diverted a portion of his mind to cast a headshot on himself, but did not actually crush his own head. In this way, he added a psionic energy fluctuation to the Brain Stun Technique, confusing the viewer.

Sure enough, Isabella fell for it.

She glanced at Victor's dazed expression and began to guess why she had missed the fleet battle. It must have been this kind of psionic energy that could make people lose their minds.

With such terrifying psionic power, he was no match for the orcs.

Isabella broke free from the orc boy's grasp, bent down, touched her forehead to the ground, and bowed deeply to the orc on the throne:
"Your Excellency, please believe me, I am wholeheartedly loyal to you. My knowledge of psionic energy and Eldar technology is sufficient to build an orc empire for you in the Web of the World."

"Boom, boom, boom."

Heavy footsteps approached from above.

With expectant eyes, Isabella slowly straightened her upper body, intentionally or unintentionally twisting her waist to accentuate her figure, completely forgetting that the green-skinned old man was a castrated man.

When she raised her head to look at the orc, she was greeted by a needle that was rapidly magnified on her retina.

"Pfft!"

Li Nuo plunged the large syringe in his hand deep into the neck of the black bean sprout.

Seeing the surprise on the other person's face gradually turn into confusion, Li Nuo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled憨厚ly:

"Sorry, women will only hinder my career. Besides, you're not immune to truth serum, so why should I bother cooperating with you? I can just use the truth serum to make you say what you need to say, wouldn't that be better?"

“You are truly cunning.” Isabella bit her lip, staring intently at the orc before her, struggling to maintain her composure.

"The Eldar's psionic technology requires the Eldar's soul code to drive it. This is knowledge infused into the soul and cannot be carried by language. Your truth serum cannot obtain the soul code, and you will not be able to use most of the psionic technology."

"Huff, huff—"

Isabella breathed heavily, her will teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, her voice becoming intermittent:
“My soul code…is inherited from the ancient Eldar…I…I know how to safely enter and exit the ancient saints’ military fortresses…If you kill me, you will get nothing…!”

Isabella tilted her head to the side and entered a dazed state.

Li Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the key point in the other person's words.

Most of the Spirit Race today are probably unaware of the term "Ancient Saint." Only members of the Spirit Race who have descended from the ancient Spirit Race are qualified to know of the existence of the Ancient Saint.

In other words, Isabella's words have some credibility; she may indeed have mastered the soul code inherited from the Ancient Elven race.

(End of this chapter)