Miracle City occupied a vast area, its desolate streets stretching endlessly, flanked by dilapidated Spirit Bone High Towers.
Mist shrouded this abandoned Webway City.
Miracle City remained in a perpetual state of neither dawn nor dusk; light from an unknown source kept this Webway City in a gloomy state, neither bright nor dim.
At the edge of Miracle City, the Webway extended like a network.
The Webway varied in size; some only allowed one person to pass, while others were large enough for warships.
These countless Webway passages, of varying sizes, formed the transportation network of the ancient Xenos.
At their peak, these Webways could reach every corner of the galaxy.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari had rarely visited Miracle City in the past, as there were no usable resources left, only dilapidated Spirit Bone buildings and forgotten temples.
It wasn't until the Despoiler destroyed Cadia Fortress, expanding the Eye of Terror and opening the Great Rift, that they re-established contact with this place.
This Webway City was the closest to Terra, and there was a path leading to the Golden Throne.
To resolve the increasing demonic invasions in Gomorrah, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari planned to build the Dark Throne.
The Dark Throne was an extremely evil conspiracy, a crude imitation of the Golden Throne.
Its primary function was also to resist Warp incursions.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari deceived the Adeptus Mechanicus with lies, ostensibly to trade several important population worlds for the technology to repair the Golden Throne.
Underhandedly, they intended to steal the Golden Throne's technology.
They planned to replicate it one-to-one in Gomorrah, building their own Dark Throne modeled after the Golden Throne.
They also planned to use the Emperor's genetic samples to clone a twisted replica to sustain the Golden Throne's consumption.
This conspiracy was seen through by Inquisitor Erasmus Crow before the transaction.
The Custodian Guard who came for the transaction broke the box containing the Emperor's genetic samples, disrupting the deal.
However, the Dark Throne project was still ongoing.
The situation in Gomorrah was worsening.
The Dark Throne was the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's last resort.
Therefore, they were still single-mindedly focused on obtaining the Emperor's genetic samples.
Hence, they stationed sentinels in the branch Webway on the Moon, hoping to find an opportunity to infiltrate Terra and steal the genetic samples.
The moment humans entered the Webway, they were detected by the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari of Gomorrah.
The Flaying Bloodskull Conspiracy, led by the Murder Prince of the Poisoned Crown, Flask Malidrach, was the first to act.
"What were these fools thinking? They dared to enter the Webway?!"
Flask, the Archon of the Conspiracy, stood atop a ruined Spirit Bone High Tower, gazing at the distant human camp.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing an extremely cruel smile.
He had already devised a method to torment these foolish humans who didn't know their place.
He wanted to savor the fear and despair of these idiots amidst their screams.
When intense gunfire erupted from the human camp,
Flask leaped from the high tower, his body falling lightly towards the ground. Just before touching down,
His body emitted a soft thud, and then he transformed into a swirling mass of black mist.
"Praise the omnissiah, praise the Machine God, praise the Motive Force."
Adoli, the Builder Sage, chanted blessings. His melody was harmonious, but his thoughts were not on the litany.
His data-sight was filled with internal observation screens.
The data obtained from the observation arrays deployed near the camp churned in his data-sea.
"What a wondrous place."
Adoli exclaimed.
He could clearly sense the Webway constantly changing, extending and contracting in all directions, as if it possessed life.
The race that constructed this engineering marvel must have been extremely advanced,
Possessing arcane knowledge that humanity had never grasped. He truly hoped that one day, humanity could also build such Webways.
At this moment, a War Servitor beside Adoli sounded an alarm.
"Abnormal biological signal detected."
This sound startled the Skitarii surrounding Sage Adoli.
They all raised their massive weapons,
Their muzzles and detection arrays emitting thin Las beams.
"What's going on?" Sage Adoli instinctively retreated behind the Servitors and Skitarii.
Survival Rule Number One: Don't be the first to stick your neck out. The Skitarii's eyes emitted detection beams, scanning the thick mist for hidden enemies.
But the mist seemed to possess some special power; even with the detection arrays at maximum power, they couldn't see too far.
"Enemy attack! Initiate HG541 Defense Protocol! Annihilate all intruders!"
A War Servitor issued a warning.
The massive Bolter mounted on its left arm roared, its ammunition belt clinking and clanking, extending to the cumbersome backpack behind it.
Other Servitors followed its signal, unleashing a devastating volley into the mist.
"Target lost. No kill confirmed."
The War Servitor's weapon ceased firing, having achieved no kills.
"Cover my retreat!" Seeing that the situation was dire, Sage Adoli immediately turned and ran towards the camp.
Several Skitarii followed him in retreat, while the War Servitors remained to engage the enemy.
Eerie shrieks echoed.
Several slender creatures, wrapped in chains and spikes, burst from the mist.
They fired what appeared to be darts, instantly piercing the massive War Servitors, tearing apart their flesh and implanted machinery.
The attackers were indeed the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
"Lock onto enemies! Full firepower!"
"Execute extermination protocol!"
The War Servitors monotonously spoke, unleashing attacks at the charging enemies.
In an instant, the air was filled with Bolter shells and energy beams.
But the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's speed was incredibly exaggerated.
They burst from the mist like phantoms; their supple and agile bodies possessed astonishing reaction speeds. They dodged the War Servitors' fusillade, rushed before them, and tore them to shreds.
Broken limbs lay scattered on the ground, crimson blood and black oil flowing together.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari pursued the fleeing Sage Adoli, using the smoke that hindered detection equipment to rush into the camp.
The alert Imperial forces immediately counterattacked, and both sides engaged in fierce combat, with poisoned darts and Las fire flying everywhere.
Boom!
An explosion reverberated through the camp.
Bright flames briefly illuminated the camp, which was slowly growing dim.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were using unknown means to create a battle environment favorable to them.
They continuously poured out of the mist, like nightmares.
"Damn it, Drukhari / Dark Aeldari again."
Inquisitor Galen, having received the alarm, hastily donned his armor and emerged.
A well-equipped, heavily armed Stormtroopers squad gathered around the Inquisitor, protecting his safety.
Galen had come to investigate the whereabouts of Inquisitors Crow and Spinosa.
Regarding the Dark Throne affair, only the Custodian Guard and the Fabricator-General had escaped.
The two Inquisitors and their accompanying forces had not returned.
Upon learning that the God Chosen were to undertake a mission in the Webway,
The Inquisition dispatched Inquisitor Galen to investigate the whereabouts of those two Inquisitors,
To see if they were dead or alive.
If dead, to retrieve their data and bodies.
If alive, to bring them back to Terra.
The well-trained Stormtroopers squad dispersed around Galen, forming a fire barrier.
They unleashed Las fire upon the approaching threats.
However, a swirling mist surged forward.
A Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warrior emerged from the mist, moving with incredible speed, instantly reaching the Stormtroopers.
These Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warriors were like phantoms; mortals could only see afterimages. In just a breath's time, several Stormtroopers were killed.
It should be noted that after the Saint's reforms, the Imperial forces also underwent a complete re-equipping. Stormtroopers wore fully sealed Power Armor and were equipped with advanced shoulder cannons and energy shields.
Yet, before the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's blades, armor plates forged from special alloys were cut open in a single encounter.
But the Stormtroopers were elites after all; although caught off guard, they quickly organized a counterattack.
Their shoulder cannons and powerful Lasguns in hand swept across the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, instantly piercing their heads or bodies.
A Drukhari / Dark Aeldari bypassed the fierce battle and charged towards Inquisitor Galen.
Galen fired two shots, both missing.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's movements were incredibly agile, possessing both otherworldly grace and chilling terror. A sickly pale blue light emanated from the gaps in his helmet.
The sharp blade in his hand lunged at Inquisitor Galen, intending to sever the head of this high-ranking human.
Galen's pupils slowly dilated; he seemed to already see Death beckoning to him.
Clang!
A greatsword blocked the Xenos' slender poisoned blade.
"Damn Xenos! How dare you interrupt our hotpot!"
The Warmaster's roar carried endless fury, like a terrifying beast's cry.
After several days of travel, the Players finally arrived at Miracle City and planned to have a hotpot, achieving the accomplishment of being the first humans to eat hotpot in Miracle City.
Just as they were eating hotpot and singing, these Drukhari / Dark Aeldari arrived.
The violent explosion overturned their pot.
The hotpot vendetta was irreconcilable!
The face beneath the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warrior's helmet revealed a mocking smile.
What do you mean, 'interrupting your hotpot'?
Who are you, that I should care if you eat hotpot?
And don't think about your hotpot; think about the miserable state you'll be in when you're chopped into pieces!
I guarantee I'll slice you thinner than ant-beef jerky!
"Mon—"
Before the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari could finish his sentence, the Warmaster punched him in the face.
With the Hell Pioneer Power Armor's enhancement, the superhuman physique gained from Primaris upgrades, and the 'Wrathful Might' skill blessed by the Emperor, the Warmaster's strength reached an exaggerated level.
With one punch, the air itself exploded.
With a bang, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's head directly burst open.
Crimson blood gushed out, and the headless body twitched on the ground for a moment before collapsing.
"With this little strength, you dare to act so brazenly in front of me?"
The Warmaster shook the blood off his gauntlet and turned to look at the battlefield.
At this moment, more than a dozen Drukhari / Dark Aeldari rushed out of the mist, bypassing the struggling Stormtroopers and jointly attacking the Warmaster, intending to overwhelm this human powerhouse with numbers.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sounds of tearing air rang out.
Dozens of crystalline Warp fragments, emanating a faint glow, flew out with incredible speed, crossing the long distance in an instant and blowing up the heads of the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
"Trying to gang up on me? Do you think I'm dead?"
Tenjiro walked out slowly, holding his staff, with the Warp's glow still lingering in his other hand.
At this moment, the mist beside him surged violently, like boiling water.
A Drukhari / Dark Aeldari rushed out of the mist, swinging his sword at Tenjiro's head, attempting to decapitate him.
Tenjiro didn't even look at his opponent.
He extended a hand, and an invisible force stopped the opponent in mid-air.
Then, a burst of light appeared on the opponent's head, and with a bang, the Eldar's head was crushed.
The twitching headless body was casually tossed aside.
"Still trying to ambush me? Do you think my Head Crushing Divine Skill was practiced for nothing?"
Tenjiro spoke mockingly, even starting to sing.
"How lonely, how lonely it is to be invincible."
The Warmaster rolled his eyes. "You didn't say that when you saw Mefiston and Ahriman earlier, did you?"
Tenjiro poked the Warmaster's armor with his staff. "Sometimes I really want to finish you off with a single head-blast."
"You call yourself a good brother, slandering me like this?"
The Warmaster laughed, "How am I slandering you? Just by stating what you've done, it becomes slander?"
Inquisitor Galen: "..."
The Emperor's hilarious God Chosen are bickering again!
"Two God Chosen sirs, the enemy hasn't left yet," Galen reminded softly.
"I'll argue with you after the battle is over."
Tenjiro raised his staff, and a violent surge of psychic power was released, instantly condensing into lightning.
"Xenos, taste my Thunderous Lotus!"
As his voice fell, the lightning at the end of the staff suddenly erupted, instantly striking several Drukhari / Dark Aeldari riding jetbikes, blasting them away and turning their hoverbikes into fireballs.
The Warmaster also picked up his greatsword and charged towards the distant enemies.
Blades flashed, and severed limbs scattered across the ground, like a Shura Hell.
On the other side of the battlefield, a wounded Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, his face contorted in pain, crawled towards the mist outside the battlefield.
Just a few steps away from hiding in the mist, a heavy boot stepped on his back, incredibly heavy, rendering him immobile and causing him to cough up blood repeatedly.
He struggled to break free, but the boot became even heavier.
Crack! Snap!
The sounds of bone and armor breaking rang out simultaneously.
"No!" the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari pleaded.
But the owner of the boot ignored his pleas, continuing to press down until his chest cavity was crushed before stopping.
"That's it? I thought Drukhari / Dark Aeldari would have stronger vitality!"
Desert lifted his foot, looking at the dead Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, and spat.
Then he raised his gun and fired at the distant enemies.
His marksmanship was incredibly precise; every shot either took off an Eldar's head or blew up their jetbike.
"Boss, your marksmanship is getting more and more accurate."
San Bai (Can the Keeper San Bai do it once?), who was next to him, widened his eyes at Desert's kill count.
He felt his mind constantly echoing the sounds of First Blood, Double Kill, Triple Kill, Quadra Kill, Penta Kill, and Aced.
"Shooting, there's nothing to it but practice," Desert said. "You should use your chainsword less and practice more, that's all."
"Okay," San Bai nodded, then continued, "I always feel like the developers screwed us. They threw us into a story right after we entered the Webway."
"I'm used to it. When do the developers not screw us over?" Desert shrugged indifferently.
Suddenly, Desert felt uneasy and instinctively rolled forward.
A black sword appeared out of thin air, striking where he had just stood.
If he had been a moment slower, he would have been cut in half.
"Whoa, that scared me," Desert said, feeling lucky.
Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or he would have had to go offline and wait for resurrection.
A graceful Drukhari / Dark Aeldari woman with astonishing curves appeared out of thin air, holding the black sword.
Her beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise at the unharmed Desert.
She couldn't understand how this human had dodged her fatal blow.
"And she's a pretty lady too," Desert grinned. "Judging by her attire, could she be a Succubus?!"
Succubi are a branch of the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari who have a twisted pursuit of debauchery.
They gain pleasure and soul fragments through gladiatorial combat or orgiastic revelry.
They are the courtesans of Gomorrah, possessing beauty and physiques that many races across the galaxy envy.
Besides their bedroom skills that can exhaust anyone, they also possess first-rate combat techniques and an astonishing talent for poisons.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari woman did not reply but instead charged at Desert again with her sharp blade.
Desert dropped his boltgun, drew his dagger, and rushed forward.
After several rounds of fierce combat, Desert's dagger pierced her abdomen, broke one of her arms, and slammed her into a dilapidated spirit-bone building.
"Tsk, tsk, what a beautiful girl! What a pity, she's going to die today."
"Hurry up and crawl, the more you struggle, the more excited I get."
Desert stepped over, seeing her astonishing will to survive as she tried to crawl away from the ruins and hide.
And at this moment, Frasc, who had been hiding in the shadows, made his move.
He couldn't stand by and watch his leader be killed.
Frasc wore black armor covered in bone spikes, holding a longsword etched with ancient runes, with black mist swirling around him and green ghostly light emanating from his eyes.
His speed was incredibly fast, leaving several afterimages in the air.
In just a breath, he bisected Desert and San Bai, who hadn't reacted.
"Boss, we're going to die!" San Bai, with only half a body remaining, shouted.
Frasc:
What the hell are these guys?
Aren't they afraid?
Why are they still so happy when I kill them?
Could it be that the Emperor has mastered the technique of transforming Greenskins into humans?
"Stop talking nonsense, deal with that guy."
Desert raised his gun and first fired at the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari woman who was still crawling in the distance, blowing her head off.
Then he turned his gun to Frasc.
San Bai also followed him, firing at Frasc.
Frasc, seeing his leader killed, was instantly enraged.
Swinging his greatsword, he cut both of them into pieces, then lunged at the other Players.
As an Archon of the Kabal, Frasc's combat prowess was unquestionable.
In Gomorrah, a place full of betrayal, intrigue, and murder, his ascent from a low-ranking jetbike rider to the position of the Flayed Skull Kabal's Archon proved that he was no ordinary individual.
Soon, several Players were cut down by his sword, dying miserable deaths.
"I'll be your opponent, Xenos."
The Warmaster ran towards Frasc's location.
His massive body moved like a heavy tank, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
He returned his original greatsword to his personal inventory (dimensional space) and took out an Adamantium Shield and a short spear.
"What foolish confidence would lead one to challenge me?"
"Since you're so reckless, then die by my sword, foolish monkey."
Frasc also noticed the human who challenged him.
He threw the body in his hand aside and charged towards his opponent.
Clang!
Sword and shield collided, a resounding clang echoing across the battlefield.
Frasc felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth.
He felt as if he had been hit by a rampaging battleship, flying out like a cannonball and crashing into a distant spirit-bone building.
"Now, let's see who dies first in this battle."
"In the name of the Emperor, today, we will slaughter you all completely!"
The Warmaster roared, his voice like thunder, rumbling and shaking the sky.
This awe-inspiring scene made the Imperial side cheer.
Praises for the Emperor, the Saints, and the God Chosen were endless.