Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 237 Comoros's Web Path Portal
Casca continued down the passage.

The architecture in the Comoros is completely irregular, or perhaps the Eldar's materials science has long surpassed the original kascan understanding—although from the outside it looks like just an ordinary pointed-roof house in the lower levels of the Comoros, inside it is as if there is no dome in the sky, and looking up there is nothing obstructed except for the thick miasma.

High in the sky, shrouded in miasma, several black hooks of varying lengths hung down from chains, and many of them were still tearing at the corpses whose muscle tissue was almost torn apart in mid-air.

Those are traitors who have abandoned the Blood Ringers Association.

As punishment, their dead bodies were left there to rot and decay completely.

As for the soul
You'd never want to know what happens to their souls in the hands of the Bloodwalker.

Further on, a series of small compartments were arranged on the dark, unlit walls, filled with a thick, murky liquid that made it difficult to see anything inside.

The passageway gradually narrowed, and on both sides of the magnificent corridor that seemed to have no end, stood the "works of art" that the Thirteen Blood Scars Association was so proud of—bizarre creations full of the characteristics of the fallen Eldar and the extreme fanaticism of the Bloodwalkers, which were now arranged before his eyes.

Unfortunately, Casca could not derive any aesthetic pleasure from it.

Every Bloodling is a master craftsman sculpted from pain and flesh, and their origins are so ancient that even the Dark Eldar themselves do not know their origins.

The only known fact is that they come from the era of the Spirit Race Empire. Even among the immortal Spirit Race, their bodies appear so withered and terrifying.

Their physical age is secondary; what cannot be rejuvenated, even by being bathed in the pain and torment of others, is their pitiful, aged soul.

"A worthless scoundrel who clings to life."

Casca had no patience to linger any longer in this corridor filled with sin and pain.

Drips of dark red blood, Casca, now running at full speed, ignored the screaming and wailing artworks on either side and charged toward the end of the corridor.

As soon as you step across the threshold, a pungent smell of disinfectant hits you.

This area is much cleaner than the previous one, and the props and torture weapons placed around it are much more abundant than in the previous area. There are even faint groans coming from the "creatures" who are tied to the steel hospital beds.

After all, the time to resurrect the dead is limited, and apart from the punished ones hanging above, everything here is new.

The laboratory walls were covered with buzzing instruments, and next to them were rows of crystal specimen bottles filled with various colored transparent liquids. In this laboratory, it seemed that only one Bloodwalker was walking on the ground with the help of the appendages on the back of his body.

"Welcome, the Thirteen Scars Society appreciates a lowly and overconfident fellow like you."

"You are as warlike and foolish as your race, how dare you step into my land with such ignorant confidence?"

His words carried the hissing, snake-like quality characteristic of the Dark Eldar, like silk wiping a bloodstained dagger, or the sound of a single-molecule blade slicing through soft flesh.

An elegant yet malicious conversation.

While speaking, the Bloodlust didn't even glance back at Kasga.

Even in their eyes, Casca was just a fool who overestimated himself and thought he could break into the Bloodling's laboratory and get out unscathed.

Those who covet the Blood Actors' secrets will mostly become part of it.

"I came here just to ask for a name."

Casca did not offer much of a response.

He didn't intend to reveal his golden-red flames immediately.

Such a symbolic presence was so terrifying that Kasgar didn't want to just find Melusin, so he spread his name throughout Eldar.

He won't be able to explain it to the humans then.

Furthermore, this golden-red psionic flame is his trump card, and he needs to save it for a better time to reveal this mystery.

There is another, even more important thing to accomplish on this trip to Comoros.

“You are not qualified, you stupid inferior race.”

It seemed that because Casca showed no respect for the elderly Bloodlust from the start, the other party spoke to Casca in a very displeased tone.

"Do you really believe that someone who knows our secrets can leave here alive?"

Blood Spirit remained indifferent as he prepared his reagents at his station. However, the next moment, the instant his words fell, the incubation chambers that filled the room of Princess Jane suddenly opened, and several [Twisted Abominations] fell heavily to the ground.

These puppets, made of flesh and blood, had their entire heads covered by black iron masks.

Catalyzed by the Bloodwalkers' unique potion, their bodies swelled to a degree far exceeding that of ordinary humans or Eldar. Furthermore, their backs, due to the Bloodwalkers' bone-strengthening drugs, experienced excessive bone growth, causing bone spurs to easily pierce their bodies and become weapons for the puppets to use against enemies.

[Twisted Hatred] At this moment, it is merely stumbling and moving slowly.

But the Casca, who had once fought against such a creation, knew that if their master gave the order, it would instantly transform into an engine of rage and destruction.

Rows of syringes were connected to their spines, and massive amounts of potent stimulants were about to be injected into their blood, which had already turned into thick fluid. Biopumps connected to their native lungs contracted at three times the speed.

Once the injection is successfully administered, the twisted, abominable heart will operate at an incredible speed and intensity, unleashing terrifying power.

Blocked in the center of the room by the other party's twisted creation, the Blood Spirit still couldn't sense any fear or regret from the other party.

This disappointed the Blood Spirit.

But it was only a slight disappointment.

"Why be in such a hurry? Why not put down your work for now and listen to why I infiltrated the Comoros to find the name?"

"Melushin. Have you heard of her?"

Finally, after hearing the name, the Bloodlust turned around and looked at Casca for the first time.

In that single glance, one could even sense the intense hostility emanating from the other person's cloudy eyes.

"kill him."

In any case, he already knew about the cooperation between the Thirteen Scars Association and that human.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to infiltrate his territory.

The fact that the noble Eldar race is cooperating with the inferior humans, especially the Blood Elf Association, would be a major blow to the association's reputation if word got out.

After all, the idea that "the Bloodline Society actually recruited monkeys as scholars" was too sensational. Any proud Comorian resident would not allow such crude and ridiculous savage monkeys to participate in the reshaping of their noble bodies.

—And Comoros is full of such arrogant people.

This rumor has caused them too much damage to their reputation; they must get rid of this foolish kid completely.

Nourishes—

As the pumps behind the twisted abominations injected the stimulant into its body, the once clumsy behemoth became surprisingly agile. Under the siege, these surrounding abominations blocked all of Kasgar's escape routes.

At the same time, just as the twisted abomination lunged at Casca, some dark green gas was spewing out from pipes that suddenly protruded from the wall toward Casca's location.

He could tell without even smelling it that it was a poison prepared for him by the Blood Spirits.

"Your ridiculous poison can't even make me feel sleepy for a second."

Snapped!
The twisted abomination that lunged at Kasgar collided with something, and its original form vanished from the spot.

"Master of Disintegration, I have no intention of fighting you."

“But if you insist on being my enemy, I don’t mind using some methods on you and the entire city of Comoros.”

As he spoke, his figure reappeared from the shadows.

This was certainly not just a simple psionic teleportation.

Kasgar's hands began to gather psionic power, and it seemed that a massive portal rift was about to materialize in his hands—

"stop!"

"Stop your witchcraft tricks! Foolish monkey, don't try to play with fire in my laboratory!"

Blood Man abandoned his usual elegance and composure.

Of course, Kasgar himself does not cast portal spells to summon demons; such a feat is something only cultists and inquisitors would do.

Without the corresponding emotional yearning of the four gods, even if he wanted to summon the powerful spiritual energy of the demons, they would not be able to respond to him.

Otherwise, if Huang Laohan did nothing during the Great Expedition, he could have simply hidden in the palace and singled out demons to kill, thus wiping out all the Four Gods' subordinates.

But he could open a portal to the internet.

Right at the entrance to the network that was shattered by Magnus—no, this time by Luo Jia—it connects directly to Comoros.

It was like a beacon guiding a lost demon lurking in the net; any intelligent demon would naturally be drawn to the Eldar's overwhelming, saturated emotions. Kasgar didn't care who suffered more casualties in the final battle between the Dark Eldar and the demons.

If we died together, it would be a happy ending for everyone.

"Now, can you stop and answer my question?"

"I have no intention of continuing to argue with you over such trivial matters."

Kasgar said, his words now becoming: "Now, either tell me where Melusin is, or let me open this portal and turn your laboratory, which you've worked so hard on for so many years, into a playground for demons."

"Master of Disintegration, I have no intention of being your enemy."

Casca reiterated this point.

Although, for Casca himself, he just wanted to burn this freak to ashes right now.

But at this time, Melosin's whereabouts are unknown, and he needs help from the Blood Actors Association.

After a long silence, Bloodlust finally spoke.

"I can only sense a familiar scent on you, a scent from the past."

"."

"I will tell you where this Melusin you want to know is."

The Bloodthirsty Man's cloudy eyes looked at the ball of psionic energy in his hand, as if he were plotting something.

Since this human was able to open a portal in the highest heavens...
If he could release himself in that place, he might be able to complete the final step he needed.

"However, if possible, I think there are more areas where we might need to explore cooperation."

Comoros Colosseum.

Arena Queen Rilis and rising fighting champion Ifrena are about to engage in an ultimate showdown.

The news caused a great stir throughout the city—even though Comoros is so vast and complex, it was as if everyone had received the news at the same time, and the whole city cheered and argued because of the gladiatorial contest.

For such a lavish gladiatorial contest, no Eldar would be indifferent to who would ultimately claim the arena championship.

As for Nulus from the Phoenix, who will also participate, although he has indeed attracted many Comoros residents to place bets on him due to his winning streak, his brilliance will still be completely overshadowed by the two superstars as this great battle approaches.

On one side is the unparalleled Lady Lyris Hesperax, the leader of the Witchcraft Cult's [War], and the queen of the Comoros Arena.

Even before Victor came to power, he was the absolute star of the entire Comoros Arena, undefeated in thousands of years of battles, until now.

Her beautiful, alluring, powerful, and perfect figure has long been a legend that is both desirable and unattainable in the hearts of the Comorian people.

Most importantly, she actually...
—He's actually a normal person!

Unlike other Dark Eldar who have a perverse and bloodthirsty hobby of capturing and torturing living beings for pleasure, she prefers to hone her skills in the arena through repeated practice rather than torturing living beings to reap pain, gradually refining her already unparalleled assassin skills to perfection.

In her view, the pleasure of challenging the strong far outweighs the pleasure of torturing the weak.

As for her rival, Ifreni's story is much simpler.

Ifrena was born in the Ark world of Biye-Tan.

As an Eldar from the Ark, her first chosen path was the path of the dancer, and she became a dancer.

But as time went on, she discovered her psychic potential and changed her path to become a war witch.

Later, seemingly driven by an innate fighting spirit, she switched her training to the path of a warrior, becoming a ferocious avenger.

Finding all of this uninteresting, she chose to leave the Ark world and become a wanderer, eventually developing into a well-known pirate leader.

Until a mutiny within the pirates forced her and her loyal crew to flee into the Webway and into Comoros, the capital of the Dark Eldar.

Then she made a name for herself in the arena as a witch-spirit succubus.

Between the two, Nulus obviously won't get any attention.

To many Comorian residents, he was merely an extra in the plan, used by the two champions as an appetizer to entertain the audience.

In any case, in the eyes of the Eldar, especially the Dark Eldar who retain the deepest arrogance of the ancient Eldar empire, no other race can compare to their champion gladiators.

"Alien."

"You will regret it."

Titus gripped his power sword tightly.

As time went by, the day of the gladiatorial contest finally arrived amidst great anticipation.

Crucibael—the most magnificent arena in the universe, a place of revelry with a gladiatorial arena the size of a city and a grand theater carved from living jade—is once again filled with thunderous applause.

The arena, spanning countless levels and the size of an entire city, was packed with cheering spectators, while airships and machinery hovering in the air surrounded the entire arena.

Such a grand event would even attract the attention of Victor, the leader of Comoros.

The audience's enthusiasm for the gladiatorial combat meant that it wouldn't end with just a simple fight between Lyris and Ifreni.

Clang!

Although Titus did not understand what was happening in the outside world, or what kind of enemies he would face in the future.

But even in this arena surrounded by aliens, he still felt not the slightest bit of fear.

Even without Kasgar, he would still perish together with those vile aliens before returning to the Golden Throne.

"Brother, are you ready?"

Beside Titus stood a Space Marine clad in iron-gray power armor, shorter and wider than Titus. In the gladiatorial combat of these days, the two had always managed to cooperate when facing their enemies.

He was a Space Marine of the Iron Empire, and his genetic father was Peturabo.

This is how that person introduced himself.

Although, according to the current narrative of the human empire, this guy is absolutely a traitor among traitors.

But when faced with a common alien enemy, they had become companions who could barely trust each other.

Who is our opponent?

As the two looked around back to back—there were many more people emerging from the four sections of the arena.

The Eldar shamans, Space Marines, Orc warlords, and traitors who had sided with Chaos—the entire arena descended into a pathetic chaos.

A sorcerer spirit stood in front of Titus.

She wore an elaborately crafted helmet, a Gorgon crown-shaped, meandering megaphone that amplified her screams through every loudspeaker and speaker in the stadium. She began to sing a new song, its melody like shattered glass and screaming metal, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd.

This is also the scene that many Comoros spectators have been hoping to see.

—Although they couldn't witness Queen Lyris's perfect assassination from this venue, they could at least participate in the center of this most magnificent gathering of the Dark Eldar.

"Are they our enemies?"

The Iron Warrior said in his deep voice, "We will go and find those Space Marines. As long as we can temporarily form an alliance, no one can defeat our union."

"No, it's not that simple."

when!
Accompanied by the explosive roar of the Dark Eldar, a massive monster cage descended from the sky.

"This is our enemy?"

"A brainless beast?!"

Emerging from the alien cage was a gigantic alien—it had an insect-like body and limbs, but was far larger than an ordinary insect, and its incredibly hard shell could even withstand the slashing of a single molecular blade.

Even the creature's standing limbs were equipped with organic weapons, which spewed out large chunks of bio-plasma the moment it roared.

"Perhaps we should attack them one by one."

"It is Titus said with a somber expression."

(End of this chapter)