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Chapter 226 The First Battle Victory
The port on the outskirts of Comoros, which the Empire considered a point of attack, is called Swamp Port and is the territory of the White Flame Conspiracy Group.
After the warships self-destructed and the Imperial fleet's saturation bombardment,
This area has been turned into a scorching sea of ​​fire.

A surge of flames swept out, illuminating the entire dark city.

The scorching heat and thick smoke caused the Dark Eldar and their slaves to scream incessantly, scattering like headless flies.

Ilya, the supreme leader of the White Flame Conspiracy, was awakened by a deafening explosion.
He climbed out of the beds of his several lovers and pulled a poisoned blade from under his pillow.

Being the governor of a conspiracy in the Comoros is a dangerous job; one must be vigilant at all times.

Even when indulging in the pleasures of debauchery, one must be wary, or one might die without even knowing how.

Illian stepped over the racks used to enhance sexual pleasure.

On several racks, several bloodied slaves, not quite dead yet, were still bound.

Their constant groans of pain sounded like beautiful music to Elizabeth's ears.

Illian walked to the window and immediately saw the towering flames outside.

Half of the port area was reduced to ruins, and countless buildings were burning.

Comoros's defense system was breached, leaving a huge gap.

One human warship after another appeared in the air, unleashing a barrage of firepower on the ground, with explosions echoing everywhere.

"what happened?"

Elizabeth looked completely bewildered.

How come his territory was on fire when I woke up?

Moreover, where did those humans come from?

Which conspiracy group went too far and made such a fuss?!

Footsteps sounded,
A panicked warrior from a conspiracy group hurried in.

"My lord, humanity is turning against us..."

His subordinate's report gave the governor the whole story.

"What did you say? Humans have invaded the Comoros?"

Ilya's eyes widened, her gaze towards the samurai filled with disbelief.

How dare those monkeys!

The Dark Eldar are the overlords of the galaxy, its absolute masters.
Aren't these humans afraid of incurring the Comoros's full-scale retaliation?

At that moment, a piercing alarm blared throughout Comoros.

On the belly of the human warship, countless dazzling meteors appeared like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

They plummeted straight to the ground, making a deafening sound when they landed.

The terrifying impact created a series of incredibly deep craters on the ground.
Those meteors were none other than airdrop pods made of steel.

Due to high-speed friction with the air, a large number of charred marks remain on the surface.

Amidst the hissing sound of high-pressure gas, the charred, heavy hatch opened.
One by one, heavily armored, red-eyed demons emerged.
Armed with a bomb gun and a plasma pistol,
Shoot at the alien in your field of vision.

boom! boom! boom!
Gunshots rang out continuously.

Those Dark Eldar who tried to approach were all hit, their bodies blasted to pieces by the powerful explosives.

A large number of original Forged warriors were deployed to the battlefield for amphibious landing operations.

Comoros has very dense and thick buildings.

Bombing alone cannot completely destroy this city.

To capture such a large city, we still have to rely on ground troops and fight it out little by little.

The residents of the dark city joined the battle, swarming in like sharks lured by blood.

Ordinary civilians, armed with poison crystal rifles, fired at the Primal Forged Warriors from various hidden corners.

The poison crystal rifle is the most common firearm in the Comoros.
One for everyone, including newborns.

The magazine for this gun is a single, complete crystal of ammunition containing a neurotoxin.

Once loaded, the crystal will be broken down into smaller fragments by a disintegrator inside the firearm, which will then accelerate the fragments to supersonic speeds before launching them.

This rifle has strong penetrating power.
Unfortunately, this time they were facing the Primal Forged Warriors.
The original warriors not only received physical enhancements, but their equipment was also completely upgraded.

It uses harder armor plates and also has a deflector shield, which can effectively transfer the kinetic energy of high-speed bullets.

The Dark Eldar civilians' poison crystal rifles could only cause ripples on the shields of the Primalforged warriors.

However, the Primal Forged Warriors' bomb guns and plasma pistols could easily tear their bodies apart.

"Go! Go!"

"Let the war begin."

"Long live the human empire."

"The Emperor is awesome."

"For Demacia and Tifa."

"For Queen Morgana."

"........."

The players, led by the Emperor's Bull and Horse Battle Group, shouted all sorts of strange slogans.

After receiving orders to launch the amphibious assault, they entered the raging battlefield.

On the battlefield, the scorching flames caused the surface temperature of the armor to rise rapidly.

This caused wisps of steam to rise from their bodies.
This caused a slight distortion in the space itself.

In addition, those scarlet eyes,
They looked like demons straight out of hell.

The moment Jujiro landed, he released a terrifying subspace shockwave.

The nearby Dark Eldar were all thrown away and crashed to the ground some distance away.

"How lonely it is to be invincible."

Jujiro turned on the external media player and played the background music he had chosen.

Players who landed with him, including Zhan Shuai, Hai Gui, and Nianba Ren, heard the music playing.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Wow, you're imitating Qiao Feng by making a grand entrance carrying a speaker, aren't you?!"

"We both received nine years of compulsory education, so why are you so much more impressive?"

"Why didn't I think of bringing background music into the show?? Damn, why is your brain so sharp?!"

"........."

Jujiro raised his head, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said in a smug tone.

"So you guys don't think as far ahead as I do."

"Great heroes always need background music to complement them."

"Without your own unique background music, no matter how powerful you are, you're just cannon fodder and a passerby."

Zhan Shuai: "Next time, I want to get one too."

The awkward person: "Me too, damn, how come I never thought of showing off like that?"

Sea Turtle: "Jūjō's abstract talent is so terrifying that even a slight move from him is an insurmountable barrier for us."

"........."

The discussion about the background music didn't last long before the players dispersed to find their enemies and start fighting.

“AVAVAAVA”

A one-eyed humanoid monster with several fleshy tentacles on its back appeared in front of Jujiro.
It let out a strange scream at him.

"A jellyfish?" Jujiro frowned, recognizing the strange creature.

Jellyfish are strange creatures that live in webs.

A kind of mental parasite that perfectly combines rationality and sensibility and coexists with its host.

They look like a mixture of a self-aware brain and spinal cord.

They will float in the air like jellyfish, feeding on the dreams and emotions of intelligent beings.

They can travel between the material and immaterial worlds simultaneously.
The parasitized creatures often mutate into one-eyed beings, making them a rare psionic force within the Dark Eldar.

The jellyfish released a black lightning bolt that struck Jujiro, but it was blocked by his shield.

Then, Jujiro stretched out a hand.

An invisible spiritual force lifted the other person up.

The jellyfish body still tried to resist.
With just a thought, Jujiro's spiritual power frantically squeezed its body, causing it to let out painful howls.

"Experience the art of a headshot."

The words fell,

The jellyfish's head exploded.

With a wave of his hand, Jujiro flung the convulsing headless corpse away, followed by a low roar.

Turning my head to look,
Several Dark Eldar wielding nerve whips and wearing porous masks were spotted standing on the flying vehicle.

Waving a whip, he drove away dozens of strangely shaped wild beasts.
They pounced on his location.

"A beast tamer? A Clawed Terror Demon, an Ether Hound?"

During their long evolution, the Eldar acquired all sorts of incredible abilities.

Animal trainers originated from ancient shamanistic beliefs.

Born with the ability to control lower organisms.

Their masks were also equipped with sophisticated sound wave emitters and pheromone synthesis tubes, which helped control the beast herd.

Aetherhounds are the most common helpers of the Dark Eldar.
Despite their name, they are not dogs at all.

Its terrifying appearance was enough to make a legendary investigator's SAN value drop to zero.

The Etherhound has sharp bone spurs or thick tentacles growing from its back, and multiple eyes on its rounded forehead.

It has sharp teeth, and its tongue is like a snake's, with barbs at the end.

Clawed Terrors are the most popular war beasts among beast tamers.
They are a hybrid of gorillas and bats.

It has six eyes and amazing hearing.
Those claws are comparable to single-molecule blades, capable of easily slicing through steel.

“Fools, you know nothing of true power.”

"Do you think you can win by sheer numbers?"

Jujiro's eyes flashed with a deep blue light.
Arcs of electricity crackled around his body.

Like a true deity in the mortal world. The next second...
Countless ice crystal-like fragments of subspace condensed out of thin air, numbering in the hundreds.

"Feel death."

As soon as the words were spoken, hundreds of ice-crystal-like fragments of subspace suddenly erupted, instantly streaking across the sky and flying towards the beast tamers and their war pets.
It pierced through their bodies in an instant, leaving bleeding holes, and they fell to the ground dead.

Jujiro strode past the mangled corpses, heading in search of new enemies.

The thirteenth prince, on the other hand, clashed with the Blood Spirit's creation.
A twisted abomination, assembled from muscles and bones, charged savagely at him.
The twisted abomination was enormous, comparable in size to him when he was wearing heavy armor.

The thick, bulging back revealed remnants of injection devices and virus injection canisters, and the face was covered by an iron mask.

His hands were severed and replaced with sharp metal claws, as well as a sprayer that could spew out poisonous pus and blood.

boom!
The thirteenth son withstood the opponent's impact.

The immense impact made him feel as if he had been hit by a fully loaded heavy truck traveling at 120 km/h; his internal organs were trembling.
The armor issued a series of warnings.

"This guy!!"

The thirteenth prince took a breath and then suddenly let out a low shout.
A terrifying psionic shockwave erupted.

Like a flood, its immense power crashed down upon the twisted abomination.

The terrifying force sent the opponent flying.
He crashed into a wall full of sharp knives and was instantly stabbed through the heart.

A sharp knife pierced through his forehead and throat.

However, the twisted abomination's vitality was terrifying; even injuries that would normally kill a dozen times over couldn't instantly kill it.
After struggling for a while, he finally stopped breathing.

Players repeatedly encountered Comoros elites.

But with their strong physique and superb combat skills, they achieved victory after victory and advanced deeper into the Comoros.

One fortress after another,
One street after another.

The area they control is expanding rapidly at a visible rate.

"How dare you invade my territory like this? Do you think I'm dead?"

"Assemble my troops immediately; we must reclaim the territory occupied by humans."

The Irian governor's face grew increasingly grim as he looked at the battlefield situation map.

He assembled his elite personal guards as quickly as possible.
After witnessing the defeats on various battlefields, he decided to take action himself.

They slaughtered the human soldiers who had been airdropped.
Grab those bastards and cut them into pieces.
Throughout this process, he had to keep those guys conscious.
Let them live to experience the despair and pain of being torn to pieces.

…………

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!"

The man roared incessantly, his voice filled with rage.

He could not hear the shouts of the dark elves.

His ears automatically filtered out all other sounds; only the sounds of weapons tearing through the air, ripping flesh, and the screams of enemies could reach his ears.

"Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, skull offered to the golden throne."

The old man was enjoying the unparalleled pleasure of mowing down enemies.
Those Dark Elven race members were no match for him at all; he completely overwhelmed them in both strength and reaction speed.

hiss!hiss!
A burly snake-man slithered out from a dark corner, wielding a power knife covered in arcs of electricity, and slashed at the wrist-wielding man.

The snake-man used his strong snake-like lower body to support his two pairs of arms.

Its back is covered with glowing barbs, and its head looks exactly like a snake's, with sharp fangs.

Thousands of years ago, the Serpent People, like the Eldar of old, were deeply mired in debauchery and thus became one of the most beloved species of the Dark Eldar.

Their scales are very hard and can withstand most melee weapons.

In addition, they are not very bright, so the Dark Eldar like to hire snake people to do their jobs.

After all, any Dark Eldar with a sound mind knows that you cannot entrust your back to your own kind.

Loyal and obedient snake people are the best choice.

The Arm-wielding Man dodged the Snake Man's giant blade and circled around to his back.

The snake-man's third and fourth hands each held a pulse pistol.

He pointed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger.
A beam of blue light shot out from the muzzle, but it was blocked by the Arm-Wrist's shield, only causing ripples.

The man with the chainsaw and battle axe slashed at the snake's tail.

The rapidly spinning saw teeth tore at the tough snake scales, sparks flying.

But the scales were eventually torn open, and the battle axe bit into the snake-man's flesh, severing the snake's tail.

The snake-man let out a painful scream.

He turned around and tried to fight back.
However, just as he turned around, his head was blown apart by the explosive gun in the hand of the old man.

"kill him."

Illian drew his sword and pointed it at the man who had killed the snake-man.
All he wanted to do now was tear every human being in his sight to shreds.

His personal guards lashed the web-path ghoul, Ugul, with nerve whips.

When they roar in anger and pain,

Then untie the chains that bind them.

Ugul's skin is as hard as steel, and its resistance to blows is astonishing.

At the same time, their bodies are very flexible, allowing them to enter various narrow environments.

Their teeth are incredibly sharp, capable of biting through Astartes' power armor.

It is powerful enough to overturn heavy tanks.

"The blood is sacrificed to the God Emperor, and the head is sacrificed to the throne."

Wrist-Wrist strode forward, his roaring chainsaw battle axe covered in a layer of scarlet blood light.

The net-path ghouls, impenetrable by bullets, were sliced ​​open like vegetables by the chainsaw-wielding battle axe.

Crimson blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground.
In just a few breaths, he killed the charging Ugur and turned them into a pile of broken wreckage in the street.

The Dark Eldar who joined the attack left some wounds on the Armbold's armor.
The price was being cleaved in two by the battle axe in his hand.

Seeing his men fall one after another, Irian took matters into his own hands.

His speed was like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand was shrouded in a hazy light.

A poisoned, sharp blade can kill an enemy with just a single cut to their skin.

"Insane! Utterly insane!"

The old man roared and charged toward the governor.

Zheng~
A metallic clang rang out.

Illian felt a tingling sensation in his hand.

He suddenly regretted rushing up so hastily.
The opponent's strength intimidated him.

Unaware of the other party's thoughts, the old man simply continued to launch attacks.

The heavy battle axe swung out repeatedly, each strike powerful and relentless, producing a series of whooshing sounds as it cut through the air.

The sharp axe blade slashed towards Irian's vitals.

The consul repeatedly swung his sword to defend himself.
The two weapons clashed, producing a resounding clang.

Zheng……

After another exchange, Illian's weapon flew out of his hand.

The governor glanced at the weapons lying in the distance, then looked up and saw the old man standing in front of him.

The other person looked down at him, making no attempt to hide their murderous intent.

Illian wore an expression that was more like a smile than a cry.

"Actually, we don't necessarily have to fight and kill each other."

"I had my reasons for doing those things before."

"If possible, I want to be a good person in the future."

Ignoring the other's incessant chatter, the old man swung his battle axe and cleaved the other in two.

Seeing their own governor killed by humans

The remaining warriors and spirits of the White Flame Conspiracy were terrified and fled in all directions.

Their escape triggered a chain reaction.
The remaining Dark Eldar collapsed in morale, ceasing their fierce fighting and screaming as they fled the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Zhan Shuai and other players chased after the Dark Elf race, killing them and letting these wicked creatures experience the despair of their former victims.

Little Foghrim stood on the bridge of the flagship, the Impeccable Empire, his gaze sweeping coldly over the battlefield.

A large number of data screens were floating in front of him.
The surge of data every second is enough to burn out a human brain.

Only an extraordinary being like him, who inherited the genes of the original and was supplemented by the Emperor, could handle this data with ease.

The Imperial fleet has saturated the surface fortifications and strongholds with its bombardment, creating breaches in the defenses.

The deployed Chosen Ones have cleared the landing zone, and more troops are about to arrive.

The tactical communication tower has been erected, making battlefield information sharing much easier.

The breach has been opened on the enemy's side. The next step is to intensify the offensive, expand the battlefield, and burn the entire Comoros.

Little Fugrim kept a close eye on the battlefield map and made adjustments to the Chosen forces.
They are the empire's spearhead, its battering ram.

Making good use of them is a lesson every imperial commander must learn.

…………

Comoros' central tower district,
Victor learned everything that was happening in the swamp port through his intelligence network.

When he saw the White Flame Conspiracy's governor killed,

When the whole situation collapsed, he cursed Illian as a piece of trash, saying that the whole thing had collapsed so quickly and that he had even lost his life.

"Immediately deploy the elite of the Black Heart Conspiracy to the battlefield, and inform all forces in Comoros to send troops to stop humanity with all their might."

Victor ordered the deployment of the Black Heart Conspiracy's forces.

The order proved effective; the rout of the Eldar quickly halted their advance and regrouped after the warriors of the Blackheart Conspiracy joined the battle.

Support from other conspiracy groups arrived quickly.
They joined forces, intending to launch a counterattack and reclaim the lost territory.

P.S.: Another 5,000 words, I hope you all enjoy it.

This chapter has too many pictures, so I won't make any jokes.

(End of this chapter)