Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 866 The Impregnable Comoros

“Those damn black bean sprouts have been hiding in the core area of ​​Comoros, and they don’t dare to respond to our provocations at all.”

"Comoros has already sounded the highest level of warning. All passages to the core area of ​​Comoros have either been completely cut off or heavily fortified with troops that are difficult to decapitate."

"As soon as these places sound the alarm, the Dark Eldar army will swarm in and overwhelm our assault force with overwhelming numbers."

"It is precisely by relying on this cowardly fighting style that these black bean sprouts have survived until now, just as they survived the cries of Slaanesh."

"I have fought many enemies, but it is rare to see enemies as despicable, shameless, and utterly shameless as the Dark Eldar."

Riemann Russ responded to his son's complaints by resting his large hand on his forehead.

While the empire was still basking in the immense joy of the emperor's return, deep within the Infinite Network, a grueling war of attrition was raging in the colossal network node city of Comoros.

It is called a war of attrition because the war began a century ago when a group of brutal human bandits stormed into the depths of the Web and ambushed the slave-hunting teams of the Dark Eldar.

At first, the Comorian rulers, those high-ranking conspirators, thought it was just a temporary, unexpected event.

The Net Path belongs to the Eldar, or more precisely, to the Dark Eldar.

The other Eldar, whether they are the Ark Eldar or the Savage Eldar, are not the true Eldar; they are merely lowly races that bear the name of the Eldar.

Humans? These races, whose history is not even a fraction of that of the Aidalings, could not possibly adapt to the environment of the Internet and survive.

However, as they gained more experience dealing with these human bandits, the Dark Eldar governors realized that the situation was gradually exceeding their expectations.

No matter what arena champions or genetically engineered weapons they sent to wipe out this group of human bandits, the result was always failure.

After several wars with heavy casualties, the rulers of the Dark Eldar finally realized that among these humans were actually three Primarchs.

Although these arrogant Eldar stubbornly believed that humans were nothing more than un-evolved monkeys, they still held at least some respect and even awe for the Primarch.

After realizing that humanity's goal was to infiltrate the Comoros, the Dark Eldar decisively chose to seal off the main location of the Comoros to ensure that humanity could not penetrate it.

As time went by, and after suffering repeated setbacks in their war with humanity, the Dark Eldar became increasingly determined to isolate themselves, which made the war grow ever longer.

Due to the Comoros' unique geographical location and structure, even Astartes forces led by the Primarch himself could not penetrate it without the need for devastating fleet-level firepower.

Furthermore, some of the ancient artifact technologies possessed by the Dark Eldar can even banish invaders directly into the Warp, which poses the greatest threat to Primarchs like Ruth.

After fighting side by side for a period of time, the three Primarchs decisively chose to fight independently, harassing Comoros from multiple directions in order to find a possible opportunity to break the deadlock.

"This war has dragged on long enough, and we don't even know what the situation is like in the empires outside the Web."

"Father, why do I feel uneasy, as if something big is about to happen?"

The wolf king stroked his breastplate with his palm, listening intently to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Father, perhaps Lord Ryan and Lord Chagatai Khan have made a breakthrough, which is why you feel uneasy.”

Beside Lemanrus, a wolf lord clad in fur and holding a power axe that gleamed with a chilling light upside down answered.

"Come on, I admit I underestimated these Dark Eldar. The forces we brought are completely insufficient to conquer Comoros."

Lemanrus, utterly lacking in manners, scratched his nostrils with his long fingernails, then rolled the trash he had pulled out into a ball in his palm and flicked it away.

"Whether it's the valiant son of Fenris, the lightning-fast Chogoris war eagle, or my proud and arrogant brother Caliban, none of them have a good way to deal with the impregnable Comoros."

"In my opinion, we should leave here first, return to the Empire to find reinforcements, bring the entire Astartes Legion here, and completely break through the Dark Eldar's defenses."

"But Ryan refused to admit his defeat, refused to accept his powerlessness. He insisted on fighting to the bitter end, always believing that the next military operation would bring victory."

Ruth's tone revealed a sense of helplessness and frustration. They had indeed blocked these Dark Eldar, preventing them from even going to the galaxy to capture, torture, and play with slaves.

However, given the advantageous terrain of the Comoros's network, the humans didn't have many good options.

The Dark Eldar were able to control the network to a certain extent. They shut down most of the major network entrances leading to the Comoros transportation hub, preventing humanity from using warships and other weapons of war.

Primarchs and Astartes can only traverse the network using light motorized vehicles, or simply proceed on foot.

The wolf king's gaze swept over his proud wolf cubs. Compared to when they first entered the net path, the number of Fenris Wolves had been reduced by about a quarter.

The Dark Eldar are, after all, the most legitimate heirs of the Ancient Empire. Although their venomous crystal rifles cannot penetrate Astartes' power armor, and because of Slaanesh, they cannot use psionic energy, it does not mean that they have no trump cards to threaten Astartes.

Or to put it another way, the reason why the Dark Eldar are so well-known for their Poison Crystal Rifles and Wire-Breaking Blasters is because these weapons are sufficient to deal with the vast majority of enemies.

Some of the wolf king's lads perished under the muzzle of the bloodstone weapons used by the nightmare; their blood was boiled and annihilated by energy pulses. Even Astartes' extraordinary physique made it difficult for them to survive.

Dark spears, which use dark matter as an attack method, and disintegration cannons, which work on a principle similar to Imperial plasma weapons, can easily penetrate Imperial adamantite armor or strong interaction force armor.

The Dark Eldar's melee weapons are equally deadly; melee weapons such as the Ninja Blade, Half-Clive Blade, and Hecate Blade have already claimed the lives of many Space Wolves.

But in Leman Russ's eyes, these space wolves, whose armor was more or less scarred and whose equipment was also damaged, not only showed no intention of retreating, but also showed more ferocity honed by the crazy battles on the battlefield.

They are wild wolves, and a wounded wolf is far more terrifying than a well-fed wolf.

"So what should we do next, Wolf King? Our supplies are starting to run low. If it weren't for the technical sergeants using the collected materials to create some new supplies, we might be forced to fight with only melee weapons," the Wolf King said helplessly.

"We cannot evacuate alone. The forces of the Space Wolves, Dark Angels, and White Scars legions are now besieging Comoros, squeezing it tightly in its core area."

"But if one side withdraws alone, giving up strategic space, it could very likely lead to our comrades being attacked from both sides."

A hint of seriousness flashed in Russ's rugged eyes, a reflection of his cunning and shrewd nature.

“Let’s go crazy with Ryan one more time. If we still can’t get into Comoros this time, we’ll retreat for now, regroup, and then come back to bother these black bean sprouts.”

"He who laughs last laughs best. I'm determined to bring Ryan back no matter what."

Upon hearing this, the wolf lords under Ruth's command all looked up to the sky and howled, letting out a series of piercing and loud wolf howls.

These space wolves have violent blood flowing through their veins; they would rather continue fighting to the death here than retreat and become cowards.

Of all the expeditionary forces of the Sixth Army, the most rational and conservative person was actually Lemanrus himself.

"Wolf King, Lord Ryan's psionic signal has arrived. He orders us to launch an immediate attack on Comoros."

"The Chagatai Khan will launch an attack from another direction, and this attack will be the largest in the last fifty years."

Beside Ruth, a rune priest adorned with numerous decorative rune ornaments, resembling a walking, hairy savage, warned.

"it is good!"

The wolf king swung his Frostblade Battle Axe, then mounted his mount and charged towards the Comoros in the distance amidst the excited howls of his wolf cubs.

Thanks to the magic of the Infinite Network, even though the Space Wolves were on a branch network quite far from Comoros, they could still see the enormous black spikes that stretched upwards like a ghostly forest.

Even from such a great distance, the spikes that remain visible in the field of vision reveal, if one were to get closer, that these are actually giant cities far larger and more advanced than the ancient nests of humans.

Lemanrus once came very close to reaching Comoros, but was banished to a much more distant location by the artifact technology of the Dark Eldar.

He knew that these black spikes were like parasitic plants growing on the network hubs, and their physical form would change as the network changed.

This also means that if the web begins to wriggle and extend, these giant cities of the Dark Eldar will also move and become intricately intertwined in a way that surpasses the limits of human senses.

The comfortable environment of the Internet always gives people a false sense of security, but never forget that the Internet is actually just a special subspace where various physical rules sometimes undergo subtle distortions and deformations.

Led by the Wolf King himself, the Space Wolves, like the Fenris's extreme cold storm, raced through the network branch at incredible speeds.

Even the Astartes couldn't achieve this speed without a high-speed vehicle, but Ruth's psionic powers made up for that possibility.

Wherever Lemanrus went, the barriers of the network seemed to be frozen by an ice storm, and all the defensive works attached to the surface were frozen in a state of ice.

The wolves that race across the ice can conserve most of their energy while increasing their speed.

However, the Dark Eldar sentinels detected these anomalies immediately.

"They're here again, those humans are here again!"

A member of the Conspiracy Clan, wearing a tall, sharp helmet and armor covered in jagged blades, issued a warning to those behind him.

The Conspiracy Warriors are the most basic and numerous unit types among all the Dark Eldar units.

For most races, the Conspiracy warriors, wielding the standard armor and weapons of the Dark Eldar, are formidable adversaries, opponents to be defeated only by employing all their trump cards.

Unfortunately, these Sentinel Conspiracy warriors faced an enemy led by the Wolf King himself: the Space Wolf Legion.

The Conspiracy Warrior only had time to raise his poison crystal rifle, but before he could aim and lock on, his rifle, armor, and flesh were swept into mincemeat by Lemanrus's giant axe.

The Primarch took the lead, using psionic energy to teleport himself to the Eldar fortress, whereupon a swift and exhilarating massacre ensued.

Ruth was as if he were feasting at a banquet hall; he merely walked across the battlefield, and the Dark Eldar disappeared as quickly as strong liquor and roasted meat.

Killing the Conspiracy Clan warriors brought the Wolf King no satisfaction whatsoever.

He knew that these soldiers created by the Dark Eldar using cloning technology were nothing more than cannon fodder. No matter how many were killed, as long as the Bloodlings' cloning factories were still operating, there would never be a shortage of new blood.

For this race, only a small percentage of "true offspring" have sufficient weight and value.

The wolf pack followed their wolf king into the fortress, slaughtering the Dark Elf race and taking control of the fortress within ten minutes.

"Why are they all these petty scoundrels?"

"The Black Sprouts aren't even willing to send elite units like Mandela, Cataclysm, and Nightmare to garrison here? Are they afraid of us killing them?"

Russ said angrily, and directly swung his axe, hacking the fortress's defense system to pieces.

However, these were merely outposts of the Dark Eldar scattered across the network. Once the message was sent out, the objective was accomplished. Ruth even knew how the script would unfold: the Dark Eldar, having received the alarm, would dispatch a large number of armored vehicles, using their superior firepower to suppress the Space Marines. Then, their somewhat sluggish network control technology would temporarily shut down and lock down the network where the Space Marines were located.

This tactic is essentially no different from the tactics used in the ancient Terran era, where archers were used to slow down attacking forces, allowing the defending troops to quickly close the city gates and erect barricades.

However, it must be admitted that this method is very effective.

If the Web were to be completely shut down, the Space Marines could be temporarily imprisoned within it, or they could be treated as aliens by the Web and banished to some unknown place.

In countless previous attacks, when Russ encountered this situation, he would often choose to retreat temporarily, rendering the Black Sprouts' defenses futile.

But this time, the Wolf King wanted to make a change.

"Keep moving forward, for the glory of the whole Father!"

The Eldar's fast mobile forces were closing in. They had already suffered greatly at the hands of the humans, so as soon as they entered the firing range, the Eldar's antigravity airships began to unleash a frenzied and indiscriminate barrage of fire.

The extremely fast raider airship swept across the net passage, its body equipped with small light spears and extremely sharp blade fins. In addition, it could carry a dozen or so Conspiracy Squad warriors, or even fewer other advanced units.

Normally, according to the Dark Eldar custom, they would fly their raider airships right up to the enemy and then use the airship's blade fins to cut the target into pieces.

But right now, all they want is to quickly wipe out their light spears so that those damned humans will back down.

Ruth's psionic energy coalesced into a chilling frost shield, directly blocking the space wolves and the dark Eldar airships.

The few Raider airships among the Primarchs activated their Storm Vortex Projectors, and this massive Tesla cannon fired a blinding beam of light that met the Primarch's psionic shield head-on.

With a low, muffled thud, Ruth's psionic shield only emitted a wisp of blue smoke, but its overall structure remained intact.

The Wolf King finally sensed a threat. He roared and slammed his legs against the wall of the net, the huge recoil propelling him like a cannonball into the Destroyer airship.

The Dark Eldar soldiers desperately fired their fire sticks at the Primarch, but they couldn't even penetrate the paint on Lemanrus's armor. The poison crystals aimed at his head were caught by the Wolf King with his teeth, which he then crunched and savored.

"It's a bit spicy, but the taste is just average."

The Wolf King's assessment further shattered the spirit soldiers' spirits. How could they possibly deal with someone who could chew poison crystals like candy?
Russ stomped his foot, and the violent impact instantly disrupted the engine's balance, causing the slender airship to spin and plummet to the ground, eventually breaking into two pieces.

The wolf pack, on the other hand, used various cover and their long-range explosive or plasma weapons to destroy these targets one by one.

The net was shrinking, becoming narrower, and the space wolves, having dealt with this wave of enemies, immediately began a desperate sprint.

A group of space wolves who had seized Dark Eldar raider motorcycles and Marauder airships were the first to rush out of this section of the net tunnel, while the wolf cubs that were slower behind were dragged along by Russ using psionic energy.

The wolf king was completely unconcerned. Some of the wolf cubs, dragged along by the psionic energy, landed headfirst on the ground, while others landed on their rear ends, driven to ecstasy by the intense friction.

When the last space wolf narrowly escaped the net, the net behind it just barely closed in and disappeared.

"Good job!"

Ruth grinned wildly, panting heavily.

This wonderful feeling of recklessly courting death at the brink of life and death attracts every son of Fenris, reminding them of the struggle for survival in that world of death.

Having crossed this section of the network, the Space Wolves had entered the outer region of the Comoros, while the true core area lay behind an unimaginably high wall.

Ruth and his two brothers had once only managed to reach this far before being blocked by this high wall.

This high wall is an obstacle that must be overcome to enter the core area of ​​Comoros. It was built by the ancient Spirit Empire and endowed with a powerful shield against psychic energy.

Otherwise, no matter how high the city walls or how thick the barriers, they could not stop Ryan Johnson's wandering through the misty jungle.

Each Primarch, upon awakening the nature of the Warp, possesses unique abilities, and the Lion King's ability is a kind of long-distance teleportation that can be described as a humanoid network.

The Dark Eldar's defense system was already operational, with numerous dark cannons aimed at the Primarch and Astartes.

However, these black bean sprouts did not choose to start cooking, but instead cautiously maintained observation and monitoring.

Based on their experience, most weapons were ineffective against the monster known as the Primarch.

While the Primarch's physical body is formidable, it can be dealt with if enough weapons and firepower are deployed to suppress it.

However, the Primarch's psionic power is simply too unstoppable; when these guys unleash their psionic power, they can almost completely neutralize all attacks.

Using psionic energy in the Comoros would be tantamount to killing the Dark Eldar, and they didn't want to provoke these humans.

They simply hid in the high walls of their fortifications, waiting for the Primarchs and Astartes to retreat on their own, thus minimizing the risk.

Ruth's gaze pierced through the hazy light, and he saw the figure of a Dark Eldar governor.

The term "Consul" is synonymous with the leader of the Dark Eldar's conspiracy. These guys are all treacherous, ruthless, and cunning, truly the darkest of the dark Eldar, the scum of the scum.

The Archon's appearance is very easy to identify. Among the crowd, the most arrogant and domineering, with the most beautiful spouse, the most servants, and the coolest equipment, is definitely the Archon.

A voluptuous enchantress named Remy, scantily clad, nestled beside the governor in broad daylight.
The surrounding Dark Eldar warriors all watched intently as their ruler and concubine exchanged words.

Ruth's face darkened, and the wolves were furious at the Dark Eldar's desecration of the Holy War.

The governor, feeling the presence of his concubines and glancing at the angry gaze of the Primarch beneath the high walls, who seemed powerless against him, felt an uncontrollable joy welling up within him.

Unlike the Ark Eldar, the Dark Eldar do not use the Dao to control their emotional fluctuations.

On the contrary, they remain just like the ancient spirit race of the past.

They used torture to extract enough souls from these wretches to offset the pain of their own souls being devoured by Slaanesh, thus prolonging their own lives.

Even the most knowledgeable and experienced rulers have never experienced enjoying themselves in the presence of a Primarch.

He even started fantasizing in his mind.
"Sir, are we just going to wait here like idiots?"

"Damn it, fucking damn it, this is blasphemy!"

A furious wolf lord roared, wishing he could storm into the high wall right now and shove that damned governor's head into his partner's body.

The Astartes had no desire for mating or reproduction; in their view, it was merely a normal physiological behavior that allowed the emperor's currency to multiply.

However, the grotesque and blasphemous ways the Dark Eldar exhibited caused even these incredibly thick-skinned Astartes to feel physiologically uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry, my sons.” Ruth calmed the wolf pack, then used his psychic powers to sense the presence of his two other brothers.

As agreed, the three Primarchs would gather outside the high walls at the same time and then await Ryan's next orders.

Just as the Wolf King released his psionic energy to locate Ryan and Chagatai, the two Primarchs appeared beside him with their subordinates.

Ryan used his jungle walk to teleport all the dark angels over together.

Chagatai Khan, on the other hand, arrived at this place purely by utilizing his super-fast movement speed, along with the White Scars.

The Lion King of Caliban had a serious expression, with his tightly furrowed brows forming deep ravines.

His Dark Angels were the same, their formations and steps perfectly synchronized, like a clone army cut from the same mold.

On the contrary, the white-scarred ones were more free-spirited. These Astartes, dressed in milky-white power armor and with lightning symbols flashing on their bodies, acted independently like proud eagles.

"We've arrived. What's your next plan, Ryan?"

The wolf king muttered a question, no longer looking at the repulsive and blasphemous scene.

Upon seeing the three Primarchs present, the Archon became even more excited.
What a scene this is!
Lions rarely suffer defeats in war, and this high wall blocking the human army from the heart of Comoros is one of the few exceptions.

Ryan's unfathomable eyes surveyed his surroundings, as if he were waiting for something.

Upon seeing this, Ruth immediately silenced his offspring. Having spent so much time with Ryan, he naturally knew the man's character.

"I understand that it is almost impossible to break through this high wall by conventional means. With only the troops and light firepower at our disposal, we will only suffer heavy losses."

"However, in many cases, in addition to human efforts, there are natural forces that can be utilized."

"Did you know that even a network as secure as the internet isn't always as peaceful as it always is?"

Ryan's voice rang in the ears of Chagatai Khan and Lemanrus. He ordered all the Astartes to gather around them, and then the lion swallowed them all into the jungle mist.

Thousands of Astartes vanished in an instant, leaving only layers upon layers of dense forest, their intricate branches spreading beyond the high walls.

"Where did they go?" A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in the governor's heart.

However, just minutes after Ryan and the others disappeared with the Astartes, a vague anomaly suddenly appeared in this network.

It's like a string of blurry mosaics visible to the naked eye, spreading rapidly as soon as it appears on the network.

Wherever it went, the defensive fortifications built by the Dark Eldar, the scattered wreckage of gunboats, and the remains of the dead Dark Eldar were all burned to ashes in the firestorm.

It is a natural disaster called "Separation," which exists only within the network.

From the moment it appeared, the Separation technique annihilated everything in its path, and even the Net itself began to tremble violently, with cracks gradually appearing.

The barriers of the network have loosened, much like a leak in the waterproofing layer of an underwater tunnel, allowing the immense subspace pressure to force in the etheric currents.

The governor, who had been indulging his desires on the high wall, and the other Dark Eldar were terrified.

"It's a cataclysmic disaster!"

"Issue the highest alert to all conspiracies!"

"Conspiracy groups, witch cults, the Bloodwalkers Association! Whoever it is, they all have to unite now, or Comoros is doomed!"

(End of this chapter)