Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The Dark Eldar are evil and cunning, and their fighting style is based on deception and raw speed. They can dodge enemy blades as easily as moving in syrup, and skillfully cut off enemy limbs and heads in melee.

Like most races in the galaxy, the Dark Eldar believe that they are a race that should completely rule the entire stars, but until that day really comes, they are content to persecute weaker races in their spare time.

Every Dark Eldar is a natural master of battle, but in a head-on confrontation with the Imperial Legion, they cannot gain any advantage.

All this is not because the Imperial Army has more powerful weapons, but the difference in fighting style. The Imperial Army is good at fighting in the form of legions, and the more warriors gather together, the more powerful they are.

But the Dark Eldar are not good at fighting in the form of regular military forces. For them who have been decadent all their lives, the concept of maintaining legion order is not worthy.

An army without the order of the legion is like a scattered soldier in front of the Imperial Army. Although many Dark Eldar individuals have powerful strength, when they face the Astartes squad with tacit cooperation, they are often beheaded in an instant.

Dukel sniffed the disgusting smell of the alien blood remaining in the hot air of the killing battlefield.

Dukel is good at hiding and sneaking, but in front of him, such behavior is useless.

Dukel's appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, just taller, but different in nature. He has tens of millions of eyes hidden in the void. In front of him, all hiding is meaningless.

At this moment, the entire battlefield, and even the entire Comoros, are all visible in his eyes. It's like a person living in an oil painting, who can't deceive a person who is appreciating the painting.

For Dukel, everything in the painting is clear.

"For the Empire!" Dukel called his warriors, "Charge!"

The upgraded Primaris Space Marines, no matter which legion they came from, followed him and shouted in unison.

The fearless warriors raised their bolters and fired wildly at the jumping Dark Eldars.

No one could stop them.

The dark city of Comoros, which was notorious in the physical universe and frightened countless races, trembled under their feet.

Thousands of Dark Eldars gathered around the forbidden temple. This was the last force in Comoros. They relied on the shadows of darkness and fought individually to delay the advance of the Imperial Legion.

They wore black armor with bone spurs.

But all this was in vain.

Since Duker joined the battle, everything went in the direction that was most desperate for the Dark Eldars.

The Primaris Space Marines advanced with firm and powerful steps, and nothing they did could delay the opponent's attack.

Strange music sounded in the dim light.

Some Dark Eldar clan leaders took the residents of Comoros to arm themselves and tried to fight against the invading humans.

All the Dark Eldars were soldiers.

If a child grows up in Comoros, the first thing he learns is definitely not crying, but killing.

But no matter how hard they try, they can't stop the omen of destruction.

The victory or defeat of a war will not change with the tenacity of the loser.

From the moment the Imperial Warmaster decided to attack Comoros, this ancient dark city was doomed to be destroyed.

Countless human warriors are eager to completely destroy this place in exchange for the Warmaster's joy.

At the forefront of the charge, Dukel only needs to stretch out one hand to pull out those dark Eldar warriors hiding in the dark.

The powerful artillery and bullets have no deterrent effect on him.

Until he hit the last Eldar in front of him into the wall of the forbidden temple.

Under his powerful strength, the weak corpse smashed the twisted and weird stone statues, and stained the dark muse with blood.

Then Dukel walked into the temple.

The darkness swallowed him like a rolling mist.

The overlord of the Dark City sat on his throne with a pale face, waiting for him.

Victor finally broke free from the grip of the giant hand of fire with his own strength, but this did not make him feel better. Instead, his heart was engulfed by greater despair.

"You won." His voice came from the throne, "But I hope you can realize what the demise of Comoros represents. The Dark Eldar must make humans repay today's debt with a hundred times the blood."

He looked directly into Duke's eyes without fear. He knew that threatening the warmaster himself was meaningless, but it did not mean that the human empire was not afraid of threats.

The conversation between the two will trigger a bloody battle between the two races. The meaning of the conversation is the blood of hundreds of millions of lives.

Victor let his trembling body sit on the throne as much as possible. He must not lose his dignity, otherwise his words will have no power. The thick darkness surrounded him, and he could only see a pair of tyrannical and cruel eyes.

"Hush-don't talk." Duke put his index finger in front of his lips and interrupted Victor's negotiation.

The Imperial Warmaster had a manic smile on his face, which frightened the Overlord of the Dark City. "Look, look at this battlefield. Every soldier is fighting hard. It's gratifying."

"I want to fully experience this moment, take my time," he told Viktor, "and listen to the swan song of each Dark Eldar before they are destroyed."

As if in response, the sounds of the battlefield entered the Forbidden Temple.

Victor clearly heard the shrill screams of his tribe, and he recognized the hoarse voice immediately.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Victor's voice trembled unconsciously.

"The fate of the Dark Eldar has been decreed to be destroyed. Every webway no longer has a place for you to exist." Duker looked around the Forbidden Temple, looking at the layout here, and his eyes were peeled there. There was a momentary pause on the living statue of the god.

"Just you? Your ability to repair the Webway has exceeded my expectations, and you still try to control every branch of the Webway?" Victor sneered. The Webway is so easy to control that most of it was abandoned after the death of the Old Saint.

"This is not something you should consider. Without the Webway, the Dark Eldar are extremely fragile. Even if humans don't destroy you, you will walk into the mouths of some dark beings."

"You," Victor stood up angrily. If it was true as the other party said, both Commorragh and the Dark Eldar would be pushed to a dead end.

Losing the protection of the Webway would be the end of the world for the Dark Eldar.

"Sit down, I haven't announced the end of the conversation yet." Duker just pressed his hand down, and the overlord of the Dark City was suppressed on the throne by the terrifying force.

"The tyrannical days of the Dark Eldar are over. In the future galaxy, there will only be races that surrender to the empire. In such a galaxy, there will be no place for the Dark Eldar to survive."

"Until the last bullet completely destroys the last Dark Eldar, humanity will never give up its pursuit of you."

Fear gradually appeared in Victor's eyes, and only at this moment did he truly understand the determination of the Human Empire.

It was a genocidal declaration of war, and Duker had made his will known.

Then he used a little force with his palms to crush Victor's weird body on the throne that belonged to him.

Victor's idea of ​​using the streets of Comoros to drain every drop of blood from the human army naturally went bankrupt.

Now, the Dark Eldar will be destroyed along with this blasphemous and cursed city.

And this is just the beginning. Humanity will be encircled and suppressed in all directions. In the future galaxy, they will no longer exist.

With the collapse of the last blasphemous temple in Commorragh, the Dark Eldar's rule here came to an end.

After freeing the last human slaves from here, Warmaster Dukel issued the order for an orbital bombardment.

Hundreds of giant ships belonging to humans dropped weapons of extermination on the dome of Commorragh.

Fish of all colors rained down on the Comoros, which had lost its ability to defend itself.

Countless tall buildings were crushed into powder by the airflow of the shock wave, and the dust stirred up.

Countless statues of gods collapsed, and streets built with mysterious minerals burned to the ground.

Large craters with a diameter of tens of kilometers could be seen everywhere, and flames were rising. This city, which was larger than several planets, was completely engulfed in flames.

The fires of humanity's rage coalesced into a terrifying force that tore Commorragh into pieces and blew its fragments away.

The shimmering entrance to the Webway attracted some of the debris, and the fragments of Commorragh were flung across the universe.

The fragments that were not attracted collided with each other and erupted into a terrible explosion, swallowing up the last remaining ruins here.

On the Eldar ship, Xinrand the Veilwalker watched as the tongues of fire from the explosion in Commorragh swept away everything.

Watching the shattered ground being thrown to the top of the dome, it was swept into the web of gray-white mist.

"Our hands are stained with the blood of our fallen kin, and their destruction is not worthy of sympathy."

Eldral, the great prophet of the Eldar, glanced at the staff in his hand. With his terrifying psychic power, he killed the infamous Haemonculi Urrian.

Completely ending the other party's sinful life.

"Let's go, we have more important things to do." Curtain Walker Xin Rand said, "The Laughing God conveyed the oracle. We must collect the 'Sword of the Old Woman' as soon as possible. The final battle is about to break out, and we must speed up the progress. ”

Xinland turned around and walked towards the interior of the Eldar ship. A new meeting was waiting for them.

Humans, allies of humans, enemies of humans.

Everything is clear now, and the distribution of forces between the enemy and ourselves is clearly visible.

The ambitions of Imperial Warmaster Dukel are known to everyone.

The entire galaxy will be embroiled in the flames of war, until no one will question the Imperium of Man's right to rule the stars.

The strength and courage of this Warmaster are worthy of the Eldar's additional bets. The extinction of the Dark Eldar is only the bloody opening of the great war, and an even more cruel war is about to begin.

Humanity is eagerly awaiting this, as their Warmaster says, the dawn is coming.

But before dawn, there is also the thickest darkness.

This will be a path of blood and fire.

This is the common choice of the Human Empire and Dukel, but other races are not so lucky. They have no choice, either to surrender or to be destroyed.

There is no more space for reproduction.

During the Comoros War at Duque.

Imperial Regent Guilliman has also arrived at the battlefield with the Necrons, the Gnor system.

The awakening of the Necrons is expanding at a crazy pace.

The Silent King, who had been at peace for countless years, showed a positive attitude for the first time in a long time, and many dynasties chose to support him. But this terrifying power is only a partial manifestation of the Necrons. Until now, the Silent King still has not won the support of all dynasties, and most dynasties are more inclined to the will of the Storm King.

Guilliman learned about this situation through the virtual intelligence network.

At this moment, he also knew about the return of Khan, but the urgent war was at hand, and there was no time for him to reunite with Khan.

Guilliman held a war meeting in the capital of the Geno system. After discussion, it was finally decided to launch an attack from a world called Esen.

Because there are now a large number of Imperial Orcs, Guilliman has no psychological barriers and arranged the Orcs in the vanguard.

In fact, this is also what the Orcs are looking forward to.

Orcs are biological weapons created by the Ancient Saints. Their status in the universe is extremely special. They have no survival pressure. In order to win the War of Heaven, the Ancient Saints once set the Orcs as a race that enjoys war.

Under the collective consciousness, they gave birth to two orc gods who represented brutality and cunning.

This point cannot be changed even if Dukel and Vulkan cooperated inside and outside the orc network.

In order to better adapt to the battlefield environment, the ancient saints also wrote technology codes in their gene sequences.

These green-skinned orcs who like war frequently wage wars in the universe.

No matter who the enemy is, as long as they can fight, they are very happy.

Under the order of the Military Affairs Department, the Imperial Orcs first landed in the Ethan world and invested in the war with the Necrons.

Ethan is a world that is being invaded by the Necrons.

At this moment, countless scarabs are absorbing the nutrients of this world to fill the consumption of the Necrons fleet.

Looking down from space, the whole planet seems to be rotting, and the appearance is full of holes.

The dense holes are like a honeycomb.

Countless machines belonging to the Necrons go in and out of these holes, extracting a large amount of minerals they need.

With the ability to jump from the virtual beacon, the fleet of the Imperial Orcs directly embedded into the outer orbit of the Ethan world.

The Necrons did not leave too many air defense equipment here. Perhaps in the eyes of these ancients, this planet is just a world for collecting minerals and is not worth too much attention.

After mining enough minerals, they will abandon this planet.

"Boys, start bombing!" The orc boss Iron Armor held a pistol with a muzzle larger than the head of an ordinary orc boy and roared loudly on the bridge.