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This indicates that its broken consciousness is slowly being pieced together.

The leaders of the Helka Federation are observing all this carefully, because the relevant technology is also important to their personal safety.

If this advanced recovery technology is mastered and equipped to all important federal personnel, assassinations and accidents will no longer be able to harm the federal leadership.

When the last core fragment was fused, a powerful wave of psychic energy swept through the entire experimental facility.

The black sphere suddenly expanded and deformed, emitting the profound psychic waveform that belonged to the true complete form of the Ancient Saint that was originally displayed in the astral plane.

"...People of Helka, my colleagues, we finally meet again at the end of time."

The voice echoed in everyone's mind, and all the scientists, psychics, and political leaders of the Federation stood up to welcome the arrival of this moment.

……

The ancient saint "Ka" exuded a psychic influence that was extremely familiar to the Star Expeditionary Force, and it focused its consciousness on these colleagues in front of it who had started from humble beginnings but were tenacious.

“You fulfilled your promise.”

It said softly, with a hint of fatigue and deep gratitude in its tone.

"The damage done by the Eldar's fall was too great. I was shattered for too long. I thought I would never return... but you finally found me."

"Welcome home, our friends."

Helka's Archon Yuanbo responded.

"You can now lead your people again. I hope you don't mind the changes we've made to the Hrud. Their influence has been unkind to other species."

Gu Shengka agreed with the Federation's approach, "They once possessed a more noble form. In order to survive, I was forced to shape them into space scavengers."

The restored Ancient Saint transformed his low-dimensional image into a black dragonborn, came before many federal governors, and nodded to them.

"Then it is time to set things right. The mistakes of the lost must not be tolerated, and the influence of corruption must be suppressed. Let us return to the first harmonious era."

……

Under the guidance of "Ka," the Helka Federation's research team quickly deciphered the secrets of the three artifacts. Ouroboros, Plague Heart, and Tuchucha, their powers now fully activated under the guidance of the Ancient Ones.

A new passage was taking shape, like a sharp sword piercing the labyrinthine dimension between the warp and reality. This newly created hyperspace route, starting from the Helka Federation, eventually cut through at its end point, tearing open the dark dome of Comoros.

The capital of the Dark Eldar, that other-dimensional city filled with cruel and bizarre atrocities, has now ended its endless revelry.

The fluctuations of the webway impacted the entire Comoros, causing its already distorted structure to begin to deform further.

The Dark Eldar lords realized with horror that the labyrinth dimension on which they depended for survival was being forcibly infiltrated, transformed, and eventually opened by external forces.

On the dark spire in the deepest part of Comoros, the chief dark artist Victor sensed the crisis.

He once thought that he had built an eternal defense in this cage, able to escape all wars in the real world.

But now, the Helka Federation used the power of the three artifacts to forcibly break the closed system of Comoros, exposing this dark city to the outside world's star hegemony for the first time.

……

"After all these years, the slave owners have finally fallen into our hands, just as we promised. To liberate all the enslaved, to avenge their wrath, the time has come to march!"

Following the speech of the Supreme Archon, the fleet of the Helka Federation was ready to set out, not just to conquer, but to settle a ten-generation feud.

The corruption of the Eldar brought about the advent of Slaanesh, plunging the galaxy into chaos. The Dark Eldar, the survivors of that catastrophe, continued their lives without reflection.

They feed on pain, take pleasure in torture, establish a twisted and cruel rule, and bring disaster to other races in the galaxy.

This karma, which is difficult to redeem with hundreds of dollars, ultimately brings about the divine punishment for all distorted things in the entire galaxy.

That's us.

……

Now, with the opening of the new hyperspace channel, the Helka Federation has finally found the slave owners' lair and will descend with thunder and lightning to bring the final judgment to these former slave owners.

At the Interstellar Community's parliament, the Federation's governors have begun to formulate the final Scourge-designated vote: whether to launch a full-scale crackdown on the Dark Eldar and enforce justice on all species that have been persecuted by them.

The answer was almost undeniable. The results of the Scourge designation vote would take effect shortly. And Helka's expeditionary fleet would traverse the newly created waterway, reaching the heart of Comoros.

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Chapter 198 You are forced to be trapped with us.

Due to the inherent instability of the network, those who rush into it will often turn into some dangerous detours.

These roads all ultimately lead to the Dark City of Commorra. Those unfortunate enough to stray into this path often become captives of the Dark Eldar and suffer a gruesome fate. This twisted city is a paradise for the Dark Eldar, a haven for the fallen, and a purgatory for the mortals.

Countless towering, sharp-edged buildings crisscross each other, and every area is filled with blood and sorrow. However, deep in this fallen land, a storm is quietly brewing.

A mysterious army is rising from the shadows of Commorragh. They have no fixed base, sweeping across the edges of dark cities like the night wind, hunting down the weak and vulnerable Dark Eldar slavers.

They could be described as the embodiment of destruction. These mysterious forces moved with the speed of a whirlwind across the various regions of Comoros. They frantically destroyed the lairs of the Black Heart Groups they encountered, then liberated gladiators and slaves, expanding their own forces to launch even larger-scale attacks.

They continue to devour the bloody order of the Comoros and push all oppressors into the abyss of death.

Comoros tried to send troops to encircle and suppress the group several times, but with little success. Instead, the group grew stronger, to the point where they found themselves helpless.

This time, it was not the Dark Eldar who trapped their target in their own capital, but they were forced to be trapped here with those fierce enemies.

Now, the team has set its sights on the dark arena in front of them.

……

The Dark Eldar's arena is majestic and magnificent, like a black spire, decorated with "elegant decorations" made of the flesh and souls of intelligent creatures. Every living exhibit is frozen in painful distortion, as if telling of the torture they suffered in their lifetime.

Here, one of the greatest killing fields in Comoros, slaves were forced to kill each other, or simply be killed, for the pleasure of the Dark Eldar.

They have no right to refuse, as they do not even have the right to die without permission. Death is a "right" that requires approval for Dark Eldar slaves, as the Haemonculi's craft has made resurrection a normal occurrence.

Inside the arena, the battle continued as usual. A massive Ogryn gladiator tore apart a pitiful, ordinary human slave with his bare hands. Blood spurted out, and the Dark Eldar spectators cheered shrilly and excitedly.

Ogrin's expression was filled with the pain of struggle. He used to be a "good boy" who listened to the Emperor. He should not hurt other Imperial brothers who were willing to shout out the Emperor.

But he had no choice. The slave owner's punishment was too harsh and he didn't want to suffer excruciating pain.

The slave owner sat on the high platform, watching the scene anxiously. Beside him were several distinguished dark elves in luxurious attire.

The troubles that happened in the past two days made these high-ranking elves, who were living a life of luxury, feel that the bloodiness they were seeing was not enough.

"How boring! You might as well consider letting..."

Suddenly, a shadow flashed by, and the heads of warriors above the audience flew up, and blood splattered on the intricately decorated armor of the Dark Eldar nobles.

"Enemy attack!"

A sharp alarm blared, and the entire arena fell into chaos. The audience prepared to flee. But it was too late. The familiar flag heralded the arrival of the Shackle Breaker.

……

The core of the Shackle Breakers, those genetically modified warriors, arrived first.

They wore special power armor that could be perfectly connected with prosthetic equipment. Their eyes flashed with a cold light, and the arc weapons and power blades in their hands hummed in the darkness.

They broke through the dome of the arena and landed in the audience seats, followed by a bloody massacre.

The Dark Eldar nobles screamed and tried to summon guards to protect their master, but they and their witch guards didn't even have time to react before they were smashed to pieces by the genetic warriors' sonic weapons, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Your death has come!"

The captain of the transformed warriors roared, and a breath of thunder was fired from his mouth, directly electrocuting the five elite Dark Eldar warriors into charcoal.

The rapid attacks of numerous transformed warriors quickly disrupted the formation of the Dark Eldar warriors.

……

Then, the frontal troops arrived one after another. A strangely shaped mechanical battle body rushed forward, commanding numerous automated combat constructs manufactured through the Mass War Production Protocol, and forced its way through the main gate of the arena.

These battle mechs were like mobile war fortresses, their every stride shaking the ground and their Hellfire cannons spewing fiery ammunition to crush the Dark Eldar's defenses.

Many elite warriors of the slave owners tried to fight back, but the ACU's defense barrier easily blocked their weapons. Then, the blue light of the cracking arc flashed, and the attackers were decomposed into atoms one after another.

……

The Dark Eldar nobles, Haemonchids and guards in the arena were completely overwhelmed by this sudden attack. They tried desperately to evacuate, but were torn apart by the impact of the Psychic Legion in the next second.

The psychic army emerged from the shadows, wearing psychic combat uniforms with important psychic symbology influences, their faces hidden by masks and helmets, and faint spiritual energy flowing around them.

They raised their hands and unleashed a barrage of energy, directly destroying the Dark Eldar's construct armored units and small vehicles.

These Dark Eldar are cornered, and the Shacklebreakers will not accept surrender.

……

This place is now in ruins.

The ground was littered with broken Eldar corpses, and blood slowly flowed down the steps like a spreading blood-red stream. The Shacklebreaker warriors were clearing out the last enemies.

In the center of the arena, a Dark Eldar slave master wearing a luxurious dark purple robe was being escorted before the leader of the Shackle Breakers.

The other party's eyes were cold, and he held a plasma lightsaber in his hand. The slave master looked calmly into the dragon's face, but he could not hide the fear in his eyes.

"You've gone too far."

The slave owner's voice was shrill, filled with incredible anger. "Do you know whose territory this is? This belongs to Lord Victor! He allows clowns like you to operate on the fringes because you're nothing to worry about. You've only been attacking his competitors."

"And now, you dare to attack the property of Black Muse himself? Do you know what you have done? The power of the greatest possessor of the ancient Eldar Empire's legacy is beyond your comprehension. You will face catastrophic destruction unless you cooperate with me. I can disguise this as a fight between the Black Hearts, as long as..."

The Shackle Breakers leader chuckled scornfully upon hearing this. He slowly walked towards the slave owner, his armor reflecting a faint light in the night.

"Asdubar-Victor, the Lord of Comoros? What a grand gesture."

His voice was low, with a hint of deliberate mockery. "You're still counting on him to protect you? Poor fool... Victor can't even protect himself. You should know he sealed this place off to avoid something, and now they're here."

The slave owner's eyes suddenly widened and the sneer on his lips froze.

"That's impossible. No one has been able to shake him or Comoros in ten thousand years..."

The Shackle Breakers' leader shook his head, as if pitying a foolish child. "Why don't you think about how you can avoid being devoured by Sallys when facing her, or at least die a less painful death?"

The moment the name Sally uttered, the slave owner's blood immediately turned pale. He retreated in fear, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with despair and fear. "No... don't say her name that is so thirsty..."

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

Sparks flashed from the battle blade, and the slave master's head fell to the ground!

"Your master and Comoros will be accompanying you soon."

Helka's military executive issued orders, asking his many soldiers of the Shattered Flails Legion to continue to act according to the established strategy.

"Quickly liberate the slaves in this area and seize the Dark Eldar's resources. We must quickly reach the designated landing point and reunite with the main force."

……

Obviously, these so-called Shackle Breakers are actually the troops of the Helka Federation lost in the Webway.

When they found themselves in the Comoros and could not easily leave, they immediately used the highest level of free tactical discretion agreement and decided to fight a long struggle here.

In a very short period of time, the Federation's legions grew stronger like a snowball. They used the Mcv system to quickly replenish their armaments, evaded the Dark Eldar's large forces through rapid maneuvers, and then quickly eliminated a large number of Dark Eldar slave owners through mobile warfare, freeing their slaves to replenish their own strength.

By now, this federal army had developed an extremely sufficient military force, and they even established temporary cloning facilities to increase their manpower on site.

Even if the main force of the Federation does not come to rescue, they can fight here forever.

But the Federation had arrived, and the Breakers of Chains, having received psychic messages from the Federation echoing through the Webway, had completely abandoned the constraints of their army remaining in stealth.

They began to storm various key areas of Comoros, wantonly destroying the Dark Eldar's facilities, coordinating the actions of the main force of the Federation, and quickly heading to the designated location to join the Federation's army.

……

On the other side, the liberated slaves, as usual, did not understand the actions of Helka's legion.

They feared a counterattack from Victor and feared they would face even more brutal retaliation if they fell into the hands of the Dark Eldar.

"You're harming everyone here! Those slave owners won't let this go. When they come back, everyone will be tortured to death."

An elite gladiator slave rebuked the Federation. He was obviously a "highly valuable" type, so he even received certain preferential treatment. It could be said that he lacked the passion to fight.

"There are always people like this, aren't there? Strong in body, but cowardly in spirit."

The intelligence warfare specialists, who were accustomed to such situations, were not surprised at all and even had the energy to make fun of the difficulty of ideological work.

"If it were in the past, we would have had to prepare ideological stamps. But now, we are no longer going to force you to join. Those who wish to join the Federation can follow us, and those who do not can find their own way."

"They're going to abandon us. They know that aliens can't be trusted."

An Imperial human slave, despairing of the Federation's mere attempt to smash the old world.

After all, normally, there is no way out in Comoros. If you stay in the city, you will eventually be captured. If you jump into the webway, you will most likely plunge into the subspace and be torn to pieces by demons.

These are the two common outcomes for freedom seekers here.