Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Some of humanity's decline and destruction during the Age of Conflict were indeed self-inflicted, such as Baal.

But many worlds were destroyed by the invasion of the Warp and the attack of the aliens.

Baal can rebuild, and the people of Baal can reflect on themselves.

But the scars left by the Warp and the Aliens will not heal easily, and humans will surely repay blood with blood. The Aliens' actions deserve their future suffering!

Ferrus: "We have killed their Archon. Will the aliens be more vigilant?"

Wop analyzed the situation. "Smaller conspirators will also cooperate. These Dark Eldar divided their forces into four groups. This is probably not only to expand the victory, but also to prevent them from fighting among themselves first."

"This is likely a joint operation by four conspirators. Even if the Dark Eldar choose to cooperate, they will still be wary of each other and will never share their findings or intelligence. We didn't let any of the Dark Eldar escape, so these Dark Eldar didn't have the opportunity to collude in advance."

Although the Dark Eldar use Comoros as their base, their understanding of the Webway is not much more than that of the Ark Eldar.

The Webway spans the galaxy, but the Eldar no longer have a complete map of it.

A webway to an entire world is a priceless treasure for small conspiracies to fight over.

The conspiracy that can come to Nocturne to plunder the population is obviously a conspiracy of poor people.

The great nobles of Comoros rarely plundered themselves. There was enough fun for them to enjoy in Comoros, and those small conspirators would also take the initiative to sell the captured slaves to them.

If they went to the real universe to plunder personally, they would not just do small-scale things like plundering people.

Vukan clenched his fists. "Father, help us!"

Wop: "As long as you ask, I'm always here."

The three and a half year old Primarchs were not children who needed care, and Wop believed that the Primarchs could take care of each other.

What came were just a group of Dark Eldar who took advantage of the situation, not Slaanesh himself.

Nothing to be afraid of.

However, regardless of the risk of returning, Wop will not split his forces with Walkan, just in case.

……

In the seven cities of refuge on Nocturne.

Hesiod is the tribal capital, and many nomadic tribes of Nocturne have their homes here.

The reason for nomadism is that the bull lizards raised by the Nocturne people need to eat nutritious soil. Hesiod's soil is not inedible, but the Nocturne people are also afraid that it will destroy the foundation of the Sindarar Plateau.

Therefore, the population living in Hesiod was not large.

The other six cities of refuge were Themis, located on the Aridian Plain, Epimitos, located on the Bitter Sea north of Hesiod,

Heliotha is backed by the Ge'Sar Ocean, and Aesarion is located on the eastern edge of the Ge'Sar Ocean.

Clymene is located in the eastern hemisphere of Nocturne, adjacent to the Ti'haken Delta and the Ga'sar Ocean, and Skarlok is located near Clemente.

Of these six cities, Epimitus was the most dangerous.

Clymene and Skarlok are the safest, as Dark Eldar attacks are less likely to affect these two cities.

Vulcan and Ferrus were the first to rush to Epimethos' aid.

Ferrus: "Do you remember the stories our father told us?"

Vukan: “Of course I remember.”

In Greek mythology, Epimetheus, along with Prometheus, created humans from clay.

When creating animals and humans, Epimetheus was responsible for giving each animal good instincts, but when it came to creating humans, there was nothing left.

So humans are neither the bravest, nor the fastest, nor the strongest and most ferocious in the animal kingdom.

Prometheus felt sorry for mortals, so he secretly stole fire and gave it to humans, and also taught humans intelligence and wisdom.

So Epimetheus represents human stupidity, while Prometheus represents human wisdom.

And on Nocturne, Nocturne's satellite is called Prometheus, and the city of sanctuary Epimetos is a variant of Epimetheus.

Ferrus: "Hesiod is descended from a poet of ancient Terra whose work, Theogony, gives a complete picture of the Greek pantheon."

"Hesiod, the god of protection, is located on the Sindarar Plateau, which can correspond to Mount Olympus."

"Themis was one of the twelve Titans and the goddess of law and justice, but she helped Zeus overthrow the rule of the Titans."

"Themis, the goddess of protection, is a city of warriors, and has bred a large number of warriors and hunters."

"Helios is the first generation of Titans, the god of light, and Heliosa, the goddess of protection, is the city of lighthouses."

"Clymene is the goddess of the ocean, and the city of Clymene, the city of refuge, is adjacent to the ocean."

“If five of the seven cities of sanctuary can be accurately linked to the history of ancient Terra, and four of them are remarkably consistent with mythology, then the names of the other three cities may also carry similar meanings.”

"Prometheus stole fire for mankind, and also brought a time of trial to Nocturne."

The time of trial brought suffering to the people of Nocturne, but it was also a trial.

The Nocturne people have a city of refuge, and nomadic people can move to the city of refuge in advance to avoid disasters.

But animals in the wild do not have such wisdom and die in large numbers whenever they seek refuge.

This is also part of the Nocturne ecosystem.

If the ecological balance had not been maintained during the trials, these species that could survive by eating only soil would have occupied Nocturne long ago. Humanity's city of refuge could survive the trials, but it would be difficult to resist the endless invasion of the sea of ​​beasts.

Therefore, it is this trial that protects mankind from extinction in the dark.

Vulcan: "And what about Epimitus? Does this city represent ignorance, or creativity?"

Ferus: "Perhaps creation."

"What's the reason?"

"My father once suggested that Nocturne might be a theme park created by the ancients."

The corners of Vulkan's mouth curled up unconsciously. Even without turning around, he could imagine that Ferrus must be wearing the same smile at that moment.

But it was inconvenient for him to look back now because the space on the motorcycle was too small.

The two Primarchs' bodies filled the seat of the motorcycle so completely that there was no room to turn around.

"If Epimethos represents creation, perhaps Nocturne's native species originated in Epimethos' laboratories. Beneath that city lie records of experiments from a bygone golden age."

"Even if the humans of the Golden Age wanted to maintain the theme park's style and didn't leave advanced technology to the Nocturne people, they still left clues on Nocturne when they built the City of Sanctuary and created native species."

"Maybe,"

Ferrus' words suddenly froze, his gaze caught by the outline of the city that suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

Thick smoke spiraled upward like a twisted black python, and under the crimson sky, dense black spots were swimming with morbid elegance.

It was a Dark Eldar airship, and they were raiding the city.

Vukan's voice was like thunder. "Get ready, brother."

Ferrus: "I'm waiting!"

As the raiders flew over the city, Ferrus crashed to the ground like a cannonball!

Vulkan drove his raider motorcycle into the group of airships with a scream. This vehicle designed for the slender body of the Eldar seemed particularly awkward compared to his burly body.

It's fine for traveling, but it's completely unnecessary for fighting.

If he forced to drive, it would only be very awkward and limit his power.

Vukan prefers the most primitive violence!

When the motorcycle collided with the airship, Vukan jumped high and crashed into the deck of another airship below.

"boom!"

As the deck buckled and cracked beneath Vorkan's feet, his hands were already holding the Dark Eldar's head.

Before the alien could scream, its skull exploded like rotten fruit in the Primarch's hands, and sticky blood splattered on Vulkan's dark skin.

The Dark Eldar, who were only concerned with torturing mortals and absorbing their pain, were not alert when they saw the outline of the Raider motorcycles. By the time Vulkan and Ferrus's obviously abnormal bodies appeared in their sight, the Raiders had already flown over the city, and the Dark Eldar had no time to defend themselves.

Even if the Dark Eldar were aware of the enemy's attack in advance, they probably would not be afraid, but would only sharpen their knives to welcome the prey that had fallen into their trap.

The Dark Eldar thought that Vulkan and Ferrus, with their bare hands, were nothing to be feared, until the Primarch crushed their heads with his bare hands!

Vulkan expertly maneuvered the airship straight into another, and the Dark Eldar were still caught off guard.

If these arrogant aliens take it seriously, as long as they take advantage of the mobility of airships and raiders, Vulkan will be helpless against them. He cannot always smash the Dark Eldar down with stones.

But the arrogance of the Eldar was ingrained in them, and this arrogance was precisely the cause of their destruction.

The fall of the Eldar was due to their arrogance, and now is no exception.

These twisted souls will never change, otherwise they would not have fled to Comoros.

"Roar--!"

A deafening roar erupted from the depths of Juno's throat, and blazing dragon flames gushed out like lava.

The raider was instantly engulfed by flames and fell as a burning wreckage, but a black shadow suddenly jumped out.

The Dark Eldar warrior displayed amazing agility, soaring into the air the instant the raider was reduced to ashes.

The poisonous blade in her hand flashed with a deadly cold light, pointing directly at Juno's slender dragon neck.

However, just as she was about to land on the dragon's back, her armor suddenly made a creepy clicking sound.

As if being grasped by an invisible giant hand, the dark elf's body froze strangely in mid-air.

"Psyker!" The Dark Eldar squeezed out the words from between her teeth, her pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of a needle tip.

The Eldar are born psykers, a gift they were once proud of, but now it has become their eternal curse.

The souls of the Dark Eldar are being drained by Slaanesh at every moment, prompting the Dark Eldar to fill the void in their souls with pain and stimulation.

If a Dark Eldar uses psionic powers, their souls are instantly captured by Slaanesh.

But the elves are a natural psychic race, and they will unconsciously draw on psychic power in every move they make.

While the Ark Eldar maintain a strict code of psychic energies, the Dark Eldar lack the means to protect their souls like their cousins, but they employ other methods to contain their psychic gifts.

This closure is so complete that it cannot be used even in life-or-death situations.

The Dark Eldar could clearly feel every bone groaning under the pressure. Her slender waist was twisted strangely, and the armor fragments were deeply embedded in her skin, oozing blood.

She opened her mouth and wanted to beg for mercy, but could only make helpless screams.

Like a moth entangled in a spider web, struggling in vain, watching the shadow of death tighten inch by inch.

Finally, it burst like a crushed berry.

But this not only failed to intimidate the other Dark Eldar, but instead plunged them into morbid ecstasy!

The psyker's death shudders sate their twisted cravings better than the wails of feeble mortals.

Their favorite victims are their blood relatives, but their blood relatives are usually not easy to deal with, and mortal psykers are the best substitutes!

What's more, there is a novel prey like Juno, which will definitely be popular if brought back to Comoros!

Although it must have been very satisfying to torture those two giants, and their screams when they were torn apart must have been the greatest pleasure on earth, they were too tough.

The Dark Eldar nobility enjoys torturing powerful warriors, but the lower-class Dark Eldar prefer to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Compared with the two giants, the combination of the weak psychic and the crude monster is undoubtedly a soft persimmon!

Looking at the dozen or so Raiders swooping down like a swarm of bloodthirsty mosquitoes, Wopton felt it was ridiculous. "Did I give you too much face?"

He deliberately restrained his spiritual power because he wanted his son to be able to use it to the fullest, not because he wanted to be treated as a soft persimmon by you.

A barrage of star darts rained down on Wop and Juno, weaving a web of death in the air.

The pale blue psychic shield suddenly unfolded, creating dizzying ripples as hundreds of star darts hit it.

As a former psychic race, the Dark Eldar have extensive experience in hunting psykers.

Even if the salvo of shuriken fails to knock down Juno, it will at least drain Wop's psychic energy.

But they overlooked what would happen if this psychic was too powerful?

"Snapped!"

With a snap of fingers, the entire airspace suddenly fell into a strange stagnation.

The speeding Raider seemed to have crashed into invisible amber, and the driver's hideous smile was still frozen on his face.

Eighteen Raiders exploded one after another on the crimson sky, and like night bats with cut-off wings, they spun and fell towards the burning city.