A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

The carnival to celebrate the world's escape from destruction lasted for three full days in the West Coast Empire and even the entire Faerun continent before it began to gradually fade away.

Immediately afterwards, historians announced that this year would be officially named the "Year of the Giant Serpent" to commemorate the panic and despair that Dendel brought to the whole world.

Similarly, this ancient evil creature that originally existed only in myths and legends has officially entered the sight of mortals and has triggered widespread discussion and research.

Some mages who have fallen into madness even traveled to the Gray Wilderness through inter-dimensional teleportation, eager to gain more powerful power from the nightmare giant serpent, or to unlock the nightmare-making ability that even gods are not immune to.

After all, although the population of Faerun is small, there is no shortage of ambitious people, geniuses and lunatics.

They regard the gods as objects that can be surpassed sooner or later, and regard demons, devils and angels as stepping stones on their way forward. What's worse, they will enslave creatures with powerful magical powers and smart minds such as djinns, dragons and giants.

For these guys, the only thing Zuo Si could do was to wish that the giant snake was in a good mood when they found Dendel.

Otherwise, there was a high probability that they would be swallowed up and their bodies and souls would disappear completely.

Because the soul eaten by the nightmare giant snake was similar to that of another ancient evil creature, the Chaos Hound Kozef, which was somewhat similar to being wiped out from the root, and even the powerful divine power could not revive it.

At this moment, Zuo Si was sitting in the garden of the palace of Kalin Port, drinking tea leisurely and flipping through the information sent by his various agencies with interest. After several minutes, he raised his head and asked the goddess of wealth sitting across the table: "Do you plan to continue to expand the scope and number of trade alliances and bring orcs into this system?"

Wojin nodded without thinking: "That's right.

After all, wealth is wealth, and there is no distinction between high and low.

As long as those orcs are willing to give up their past plundering style to engage in production and create wealth, why shouldn't I accept them?

You know, there are not many orcs in this world. , and the birth rate is ridiculously high.

Even if only half of them are included, there will be millions or even tens of millions in the future.

They are not only qualified producers and workers, but also can form a huge consumer market, which can provide amazing vitality for the overall economy.

What's more, my goal is to establish a super trade union across the continent of Faerun and even the planet of Toril, incorporating all continents, countries, regions and races. "

"So you plan to follow the example of other technologically advanced worlds and establish an economic alliance centered on a continent or planet?"

Zuo Si obviously noticed the intention and ambition of the goddess.

You must know that before the establishment of the West Coast Empire, the reason why Wakin's influence and the number of believers could not increase was not because there was anything wrong with her doctrine, but simply because the environment did not allow it.

Anyone with a little history and economics knowledge knows that the earth began to use money and wealth to determine a person's power and status only after entering modern capitalist society.

Before that, wealth was determined by power, or more bluntly, everything was determined by violence.

Whoever holds the greatest violence has the greatest power, and can then decide how to distribute wealth at will.

As for merchants, they are just a group of fattened pigs. No matter how much wealth they accumulate, they may be taken away overnight at any time.

Not only that!

Due to the short-sightedness, greed, and desperate pursuit of maximization of profits of the merchant class, their image in the eyes of most people is generally not very good.

Even if they are killed by the authorities, few people will sympathize with them. Maybe there will be a lot of ordinary people who have been cheated by unscrupulous merchants applauding, so they can only rely deeply on the power holders in exchange for political protection.

And the result of this high degree of binding with politics is that when a politician falls, the merchants who are protected by him will naturally be liquidated, and the family assets accumulated by generations will all become the spoils of the other party.

In this environment, people's desire for power and violence is far greater than wealth.

Therefore, the famous saying "Everything is inferior, only reading is high" appeared in the East, because this is the only way to obtain power after the establishment of a mature bureaucratic system and imperial examination system.

The West is a hereditary noble lord system based on sex, mother-child and blood. Each noble has complete political, judicial and military power in his own territory.

The common feature of the two is that they both suppress economic development and commodity circulation to a certain extent, and make people realize that wealth is nothing in front of real power.

In fact, before Zuo Si established the West Coast Empire and proposed the establishment of a commercial alliance, the continent of Faerun was basically in this state.

A merchant set out from the southern port of Kaling and went north by land. Along the way, he had to pass through several countries, countless regions, city-states and lands of noble lords. Basically, he had to pay a tariff or toll for each one he passed.

This money alone is often worth several times or even dozens of times the value of the transported goods.

This is why so many merchants, knowing that the risks of taking the sea route are huge, still choose the sea route instead of the land route.

In addition, in order to avoid being robbed by robbers and monsters that may appear along the way, hiring insurers and mercenaries to escort is also a considerable expense.

All the above costs will be passed on to consumers with profits.

This is why spices, silk and other commodities are abundant in the southern part of Faerun, but their value will double when they are sold to the slightly northern area, turning from daily consumer goods into luxury goods.

Due to excessive exploitation in the middle process, only a very small number of nobles and wealthy businessmen can afford them.

Fewer buyers means less demand, and the production link as the source of supply cannot be expanded, which ultimately leads to the entire economic cycle being like a stagnant pool of water, without much vitality.

In addition, due to social unrest and political instability, property and life safety cannot be guaranteed.

In this case, it would be strange if the goddess of wealth, Wakin, could have a great influence.

But now the situation is different.

As the West Coast Empire began to become a pole of Faerun, the property and life safety of the people were fully guaranteed, and the status of merchants was greatly enhanced. Even when they were rich enough to obtain corresponding political status and social influence, the status of wealth in people's minds began to become more and more important.

In particular, the trade alliance solved the problems of tariffs, markets, and transportation, and also issued a unified currency with a fixed gold content, which immediately cleared the last obstacle to economic growth.

The threshold for merchants to do business and the risks they need to bear have been greatly reduced, and the people have obtained cheaper and more diverse goods. The source of production has also continued to expand due to the increase in procurement volume, driving employment.

Under such a virtuous cycle, the influence of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, can continue to increase until it crosses the threshold of powerful divine power.

To be precise, the more developed, stable, and prosperous a society is, the more her believers will be.

On the contrary, if a society is turbulent and wars are frequent, the fewer her believers will be.

After all, even if one's life is in danger, even if everyone wants to make a fortune, they will not accumulate and operate slowly through normal business means, but will choose to steal, rob, kill and rob.

At that time, the influence of gods such as the god of war Tempus, the god of tyranny Bane, and the god of thieves Musk will be infinitely magnified and become the mainstream.

It is precisely because of the two basic bases of the West Coast Empire and the Commercial Alliance that the goddess of wealth, Wujin, will have greater ambitions and desire to establish a huge supply chain system that integrates production, transportation, and sales, similar to the "globalization" of the earth.

Not only that, she also wants to establish a unified market and currency to make herself a symbol of wealth recognized by all races and all countries.

I have to say that this is indeed quite bold.

Because the current population size and other aspects of the continent of Faerun are far from meeting the basic conditions for achieving this goal.

But the goddess of wealth, Wujin, does not think so. She stood up and opened her arms and said in a slightly excited tone: "Don't you think this idea is great?

After all, we have achieved this on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.

Especially the cheap and efficient airship, which solves the biggest problem of trade from the root-transportation.

We don't even need to invest money to improve the road conditions. We can maximize the economic revitalization of various regions by directly connecting all important towns.

And it can also be used as a preferential condition to attract more cities to actively join the trade alliance.

Facts I have asked my church to contact all the city-states in the Falling Star Sea area, and many of the nobles and leaders in power have shown great interest in this proposal.

As long as a sufficient number of airships can be provided, it won't be long before they will be like the city-states in the north, one after another willingly surrendering to you and the West Coast Empire.

I promise that this will be a win-win cooperation for all three parties. "

"Okay, in principle I agree to provide enough airships, but the remaining problems will probably be solved by you and your church."

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Si chose to agree.

After all, even if this plan fails, it will not be a loss for him.

But if it succeeds, it will not only export the empire's bureaucratic system and the ideology of monarchical dictatorship, but also cultivate a large number of local vested interest groups and comprador classes.

"That's enough!"

The face of the goddess of wealth, Wojin, showed strong confidence.

You should know that she has not been in vain in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth floor of Baator Hell during this period of time. She has obtained a lot of professional knowledge about economy, politics, and finance from many souls from other time and space and universes.

Now he is full of energy to make some big moves in Faerûn, where business is still in a relatively primitive state.

However, soon, Wakin suddenly changed the subject and asked tentatively in an uncertain tone: "You seem to be very close to the dark girl Eilistraee recently?"

"Well, yes. This involves some struggles within the dark elf pantheon and the big moves that Lolth may make."

Zuo Si did not try to hide anything and gave the answer openly.

"Lolth?"

Wakin's eyes were full of doubts.

Because in her opinion, after the goddess of night's big death, no other gods should dare to jump out and make trouble in a short time.

After all, according to the judgment of the powerful divine council, Shar was required not to leave her own country within a hundred years, and was not allowed to send an avatar or descend on the planet Toril in the form of possession.

Such a severe punishment is enough to serve as a warning to most evil gods.

Zuo Si put down the empty teacup in his hand and explained with a smile: "This vicious goddess full of resentment has actually been planning to kill her son and daughter a long time ago in order to monopolize the faith of the dark elves and become a powerful god.

From her recent series of abnormal actions, I have reason to suspect that this plan has been officially launched.

So I gave Eilistraee a little reminder.

Otherwise, with the innocence of the dark girl, it would be easy for her mother to play her to death."

"So you plan to support Eilistraee to fight against Rose?"

The goddess of wealth instantly understood Zuo Si's plan.

"That's about right.

Due to the bad relationship between me and the spider goddess, it is obviously not wise to let her become a powerful god.

What's more, this is what the main god of the elves, Corellon, would like to see.

Finally, don't you think Eilistraee is obviously much cuter than Rose?"

Zuo Si teased in a joking tone.

At least in terms of giving out benefits, the dark girl is much more "generous" than her mother.

I believe that most normal people would choose to stay with the lively and cheerful Eilistraee, rather than with a moody woman who has deep hatred and hostility towards men.

Hearing this, Wujin immediately laughed out loud: "Hahaha! If Rose knew that you treated her like this, she would definitely be mad."

But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I never expected her to like me."

"After solving the orc pantheon, what plans or intentions do you have next?"

The goddess of wealth quickly restrained her laughter, gently stroked her long golden hair with her fingers, and put on an interested look.

"Nothing special. In other words, I don't plan to target anyone in Toril in the short term, but will focus on maintaining the balance and stability in the country. But in another universe, I have a big move."

When saying this, a creepy red light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.

"Oh, what is it? Do you need my help?"

Wojin leaned forward slightly, obviously very curious.

As one of the closest allies and collaborators, she has followed Zuo Si's footsteps to see the scenery of other time and space and even the universe.

Even the faith has spread to thousands of material planes with the help of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth layer of Baator Hell, and it is no longer just a simple god of Faerun.

"No, it's not necessary.

Because that universe is too dangerous for all entities that receive faith and worship.

Even I don't dare to enter it easily, I can only create a sparkling oil clone.

If there is nothing else important, let's stop talking here today.

Next, I may have to stay quiet for a while to digest the gains brought by this war of gods."

After that, Zuo Si put on a posture of seeing him off.

"Okay, then I wish you a smooth success in advance."

The goddess of wealth, Wu Jin, immediately stood up, dragged her fluffy umbrella-shaped long skirt that may weigh more than ten pounds and was hung with various gold, jewelry and other decorations, and elegantly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

To be honest, as a young goddess, Wu Jin's incarnation is quite beautiful most of the time, but this "tycoon" and "upstart"-like dress is really not flattering.

Whether it is the heavy decoration on the head, the glittering embellishment on the clothes that can blind people's eyes, or the pure gold belt, boots and cloak strung with gold coins, all give people a feeling of excessiveness.

Zuo Si was a little confused. There are so many things in the world that can represent wealth, why did Wojin choose gold?

Is it because gold has served as a general equivalent in most of the world?

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand. He didn't plan to delve into this issue. He quickly summoned Jinjitasha and Vashtor, two capable people in the field of scientific research.

"Great father of New Phyrexia, do you have any instructions?" Jinjitasha asked first.

"How is the plan for hunting the star gods going?"

Zuo Si directly threw out the thing he was most concerned about at the moment.

Vashtor hurriedly answered: "According to your instructions, everything is ready, whether it is weapons or energy.

There is also good news.

Everene, the leader of the Eldar Death Army, has just assembled the army and is planning to launch a surprise attack on the capital of the Dark Eldar, Comoros.

It won't be long before the key node located in the hub of the Warp Webway will belong to you.

At that time, these Eldar who have not received the protection of any gods will crawl at your feet and pray for mercy, forgiveness and promises after death.

For this, they will be willing to give everything they have."

"In that case, what are you waiting for? Let's get started! I can't wait to harvest these souls that exude darkness, evil and corruption from the depths of their souls."

Zuo Si's mouth corners rose wildly, revealing the devil's iconic evil smile.

Is there any race in the entire multiverse that is more in line with the appetite of the will of the Baator Hell Plane than the "Black Bean Sprouts" in the Warhammer world?

With their evil level, I am afraid that one soul can squeeze out the energy of hundreds or even thousands of evil souls of other races.

On the one hand, they live long enough, and on the other hand, they play a lot. Their pursuit of cruelty and torture has been upgraded from pure violence and bloodlust to the level of art and spiritual pursuit.

So when these souls are squeezed out of their bodies, they will inevitably breed a new and powerful type of devil.

In fact, Zuo Si has been thinking about what kind of devil to shape the souls of the dark elves into a long time ago, and now he has a few rough prototypes in his mind.

After all, this kind of top-level evil soul is too rare.

It is estimated that when they enter the hell of Baator in large numbers, they will alarm the devil king Asmodeus.

At that time, he, the ace salesman, may refresh the historical record set by himself.

"As you wish, the great father of New Phyrexia."

Vashtor bowed deeply with one hand on his chest, and then left Faerun with the help of magic and the connection of the cave tree.

Just two or three seconds later, his highly recognizable figure appeared on a huge space battleship.

Instant!

The Eldar operators and warriors around subconsciously drew their weapons and aimed at the intruder.

You have to know that in this universe, anyone who can teleport and instantly jump in the sky is basically an extremely powerful psychic, or a demon from another space.

No matter which one the result is, it will inevitably be a disaster for the people on the spaceship, and the entire spaceship may be slaughtered.

But as a demigod, Vashtor didn't pay any attention to these. Just a glance made all the high-tech weapons in the opponent's hands ineffective, and then he walked towards the direction of the command room.

"Damn it! There are intruders! Sound the alarm!"

A member of the Eldar Death Army shouted at his companions at the top of his lungs, and at the same time he drew his melee combat and rushed forward ready to fight.

Due to the development of military technology in the Warhammer universe, the "shield" is greater than the "sword", so many powerful energy weapons cannot penetrate various energy protection force fields including void shields, so equipping melee weapons and rushing up for melee combat has become a practical tactic.

Including the boarding, charging, and close combat of the human empire, they are all extensions of this tactical thinking.

For the same reason, the Eldar actually likes and is better at close combat than the human empire.

Some dark Eldar even deliberately do not wear armor and ride high-speed aircraft to pass through the enemy in order to enjoy the pleasure and joy of killing, and then tear them apart or dismember them with close combat weapons.

In just a few seconds, dozens of Eldar warriors rushed straight to Vashtor, wanting to take down this strange and weird invader.

But unfortunately, in front of the demigod, these mortals are really not worth mentioning.

Especially the speed and agility that the Eldar are proud of, in front of Vashtor, it is like slow motion. Before they get close, they are spread out by the invisible force field and hit hard on the alloy wall of the battleship with a loud bang, and then they immediately lose their ability to move.

"Stop him! Stop him quickly! Don't let this guy get close to the command room!"

The officers of the Death Army were obviously very nervous, and kept issuing orders to their companions who heard the alarm and rushed over.

Unfortunately, all these struggles were in vain.

As a demigod of the warp, Vashtor had overwhelming power over these mortals. Moreover, he not only accepted the perfection of the oil, but also used magic and other space-time technologies to transform and upgrade himself on a large scale, and even integrated many cell structures of the highest crystallization of genetic engineering into his metal body.

In his eyes, all these attacks of the Eldar were basically no different from tickling.

Even if they were hit by those blades, at best they would only leave a white mark.

It would take a few seconds for the oil to completely repair it.

In this way, despite the Eldar's successive sieges, Vashtor finally opened the hatch and entered the core command room of the battleship.

All obstacles such as automatic turrets, mechanical equipment, isolation doors, etc. along the way were easily resolved.

After all, as the god of technology, creation and invention, it would be a real joke if he was blocked by these things.

Fortunately, this misunderstanding and turmoil soon ended with the appearance of Evelyne.

Without further ado, Vashtor gave Zuo Si's order to the nominal leader of the Death God Army: "In the name of the great father of New Phyrexia, I officially authorize you to launch a surprise attack on Comoros."

"Now? But I haven't received any news from the rear yet!"

Everene frowned subconsciously.

You know, before this, she had always been in contact with the Shuoyou clone, and thought that was the true face of Zuo Si, an existence similar to a star god, but far more powerful than a star god.

"Do you think what you see is the real father of New Phyrexia?"

Vashtor obviously knew what the Eldar woman in front of him wanted to express, and immediately showed a half-smile.

"The real father of New Phyrexia? What does this mean? Is it possible that what we saw before was just a substitute or an incarnation or a clone?"

Everene is worthy of being chosen by the Eldar Death God, and she guessed the truth at once.

But even so, she was still shocked by the result of her guess.

After all, in the eyes of the outside world, the incarnation of Shimmer Oil is already powerful and terrifying enough. At the same time, it has permanently changed the balance of subspace power, established the order of death bit by bit based on the original chaos and disorder, and also transformed reality. The war in the universe burns away.

No matter from any aspect, this is a major event that can change the history of the Milky Way.

If there is an unfathomable terrifying existence behind the incarnation of Shuoyou, it would definitely be quite desperate for the civilization in this universe and galaxy.

“You have too many questions, dear Efrenie.

And now there is only one thing you need to know, and that is to capture Comoros as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, you, the Death Army, and even the entire Eldar race will face the saddest ending.

Remember, this is not a threat or intimidation, just a simple statement. "

Vashtor bent down and stared at Efreni with his eyes that were shining with fire, making the latter suddenly feel an indescribable sense of oppression, and her whole body held her breath involuntarily.

Although Visage on the side drew his sword and wanted to step forward to help, he was stopped by the incarnation of death.

The two were in a stalemate like this for several minutes, until Efrenie's face began to turn red and purple due to suffocation, and Vashtor let go of the other person and said a few words when leaving.

"Cherish it, because this is your last and only chance..."

As the huge figure disappeared from sight, Efreni finally recovered from that weird state. She suddenly opened her mouth and breathed heavily, and she was covered in sweat from head to toe in less than five seconds. Soaked.

As a person who has experienced countless adventures and crises, this was the first time she felt the helplessness of having her life and death completely controlled by others.

It was as if Vashtor could stop her breathing and suffocate himself to death if he wanted to.

"Efrenie! Are you okay?"

Visage was the first to rush forward and try to help his beloved woman up.

But Efreni raised her hand to stop him. She struggled to her feet while holding on to the wall. While breathing heavily, she ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Give the fleet an order immediately! Launch a surprise attack on Comoros in ten minutes." . Tell those agents to work harder if they don’t want to die, otherwise I won’t be able to save their lives.”

"What? Are you crazy? They treated you like that, and you still want to continue to launch a war according to the original plan?"

Visage was obviously angry and annoyed.

After all, he is the only one among the three giants of the Death Army who has never seen Zuo Sishuo's oil incarnation with his own eyes, so he does not believe that there are existences in the galaxy that are superior to the four evil gods of chaos in the subspace.

"Shut up! Either obey my order! Or get out!"

Evelyn's eyes shone with sharp light, and for the first time she showed such a bad attitude that she almost turned against her.

You must know that she is not a lady at heart, but a ruthless character who has been an interstellar pirate, joined the Dark Eldar in Comoros, and fought bloody battles in the gladiatorial arena.

Especially when you are in an extremely bad mood, you will not consider other people's feelings.

"What? Tell me to get out!"

Visage was clearly outraged.

Although he has a good impression of Efrenie, it does not mean that he will compromise and give in without any bottom line like some "licking dogs".

Otherwise, the two people would not have drawn swords against each other several times because of disagreements.

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the incarnation of death immediately stood up and shouted: "That's enough! You don't even look at how long it has been, and you are still thinking about it. Don't forget what our purpose is. "

"But you also saw that guy's attitude! He didn't take us seriously at all! He even regarded us as slaves and tools!"

Visage sounded very excited, obviously unable to accept this huge gap in identity and status.

After all, the Eldar are often arrogant, even though they are no longer the overlords of the galaxy, but have become interstellar refugees wandering around.

"so what?"

The incarnation of death asked in a cold and emotionless tone.

"Don't you think that the other party is not qualified from a strength perspective?

Or do you think it would be difficult for a great being that can set the entire warp on fire to destroy us?

Or have you forgotten how we treated other civilizations and races during the heyday of our Eldar Empire?

If you forget, go back and read the history books!

Now put away your ridiculous arrogance and conceit and recognize the reality!

Unless you want the entire race to slide towards the abyss of destruction! "

"..."

Visage was unable to utter a word after being retorted on the spot. He lowered his head and turned around to leave the command room, intending to lead the landing force to be the first to set foot on Comoros.

Without his strong opposition, the entire Death Army quickly entered a state of combat readiness under the command of Efreni.

About ten minutes later, this complex, even chaotic fleet finally started its engines and began to jump into subspace.

In a blink of an eye!

Densely packed warships appeared out of thin air in the nodes deep in the Webway world.

Because they had insider information and knew the exact coordinates, the Death Army effortlessly completed the most critical step of this military operation, finding Comoros.

You must know that in the long history of the Warhammer universe, many civilizations and forces have spied on and longed for this place.

But most of them were lost in the complex network channel like a dimensional maze, and some were sucked directly into the chaotic realm of subspace and were overwhelmed by countless demons.

Looking at this super giant city made up of countless ports, ramps and hidden pipelines linking huge space cities, spaceships and satellites, Efreni immediately recalled the time she had spent here. time.

You must know that even the largest hive world in the Human Empire is so small compared to Commorragh.

And I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional. The appearance of this huge city is like a virus that has been magnified countless times, and it is simply full of indescribable distortions.

All the shimmering regions around it maintain a stable connection with the Milky Way, spanning countless light-years in just an instant.

This alone is enough to prove the important position of Commorragh in this universe and galaxy.

High above the city's shining metal spiers is the spectacular "Black Sun."

Without exception, they are all dying stars, most of which are oversized batteries captured and dragged here during the heyday of the Eldar Empire as a source of energy.

But now these stars have become the property of the subordinate lords of Comoros.

Aging stars, in particular, often have thin flares emitted from their interiors that fall into cities, briefly illuminating the dark streets below before being refracted into countless crystalline structures.

This kind of disaster, which can definitely be called a world-destroying disaster on earth, cannot cause even the slightest panic among the citizens on the crowded streets.

To be honest, most people wouldn't even look up and notice this strange sight.

The numerous ports docked and looked at the spaceships from all corners of the galaxy. Almost every second, thousands of ships would dock, and a similar number of ships would leave the port.

Among them are not only the Dark Eldar's own fleet, but also all kinds of strange alien races, merchants, mercenaries, rebels, criminals, bounty hunters, etc.

You can even see a lot of Rogue Traders from the Human Empire.

If it were normal times, Everene would definitely choose to dock first and enter the city to meet her "old friends".

But now she obviously doesn't have such a mood.

Because the moment the fleet arrived in Comoros, the city's preventive security system sounded the alarm, and the dissociation cannons hidden in several castles and fortresses were raised one after another. At the same time, a large number of blade-wing fighters and Void Raven bombers also followed. Take off.

The astonishing number of fleets at the famous port "Zhihong Port" also began to respond.

Although the two clans were competing for supreme control here, they still chose to cooperate without hesitation in the face of foreign invasion.

Suddenly the atmosphere of war filled the air quickly swept into every corner.

Although Comoros does not yet know who the intruders are and what their purpose is.

But they knew very well that such a fleet with amazing firepower and huge numbers would definitely not come for peace.

"Fire!"

Following Efreni's order, the Death Army, which had already dispersed in battle formation, decisively took the lead in attacking.

The battleship's main cannon instantly fired thousands of dazzling beams of light, sweeping away those small fighters that did not have enough energy shields or were not equipped at all.

Immediately afterwards, those battleships built with the technology of the Human Empire quickly turned around and aimed their side lines at the opponent, followed by a classic salvo of macro-cannons.

Several ships carrying out bombing missions unceremoniously dropped more than a thousand cyclone torpedoes!

Yes, you are not mistaken.

It is the kind of super weapon used to execute an extermination order and can completely destroy the entire planet's surface with just one shot.

The frantic Death Army actually used it as a conventional bomb to attract enemy anti-aircraft fire.

After all, as long as the defenders of Comoros still have some brains, they know that they must not let this thing fall on the ground.

Otherwise, it only takes a few to cause devastating damage to the surroundings.

But fortunately, the cyclone torpedo is ultimately just an oversized bomb that basically relies on gravity acceleration to free fall. It is not particularly difficult to intercept it with the technological level of the Dark Eldar.

So soon the sky over the city was lit up one after another with dazzling oversized fireworks.

The impact and radiation caused by the violent explosion even caused those slaves who had no time to hide in a safe place to wail in pain and despair.

Of course, there were also some tortured and crazy guys who laughed happily, shouted "Long Live Freedom" and embraced death.

In short, compared with the hell on earth, Commorragh, the devils in Baator Hell appear so kind, benevolent, and humane.

After all, devils always have to find a "justifiable" reason to torture people.

But the Dark Eldar often torture slaves just for fun and to satisfy their own twisted and sick desires.

As more and more cyclone torpedoes exploded in the sky near Comoros, the dazzling white light soon completely obscured a large area.

Any detector would be completely useless here.

"Now! Let the landing force airborne! We need to close the protective force field of the entire city from the inside, otherwise it will be impossible to penetrate Comoros, which has a large number of stars as energy sources, with the firepower of the fleet."

Everene obviously knew the city very well, so she had formulated an effective battle plan in advance.

Whether it was the fleet's salvo of firepower or the crazy throwing of whirlwind torpedoes, the bottom line was to create opportunities for the landing troops.

After all, in this universe, there was no more direct and effective tactic than sending out commandos for close combat.

Otherwise, all elite troops of various races would not be equipped with close combat weapons.

"But the temperature in that area has reached millions or even tens of millions of degrees Celsius, and our landing ships may not be able to withstand it."

A staff adjutant next to him expressed his concerns.

"That's why we won't encounter too much resistance when we send out ground troops. As for those who can't hold on, it's the price they have to pay for victory."

Ephreni made the decision in an almost cold and ruthless tone.

She knew that she had to win this war, completely occupy Comoros and hand it over to the father of New Phyrexia...