Cough! Cough! Cough!
Frask climbed out of the ruins.
The opponent's brutal charge had caused him a great loss.
"You gave me a surprise, monkey."
"I almost forgot when I last bled."
Frask looked at the Warmaster in the distance,
His voice carried an indescribable malice.
The Warmaster said nothing, only silently raised his shield, and casually swung his short spear, making continuous sharp, piercing sounds.
Then he once again moved his feet, running, preparing to take down this Cabal Archon.
Several Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warriors rushed over, intending to stop the Warmaster's advance and gain a greater advantage for their master, but the Warmaster's short spear stabbed out repeatedly, impaling those guys through and through.
The last Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warrior who leaped at him was impaled, then lifted and thrown towards Archon Frask, who swung his longsword, cutting the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warrior in half.
After a low roar, he also charged towards the Warmaster,
"What right do you have to challenge me? Monkey?"
Frask shrieked, swinging his sword at the Warmaster's shield, creating countless sparks and leaving shocking sword marks.
"I'll hack off your limbs, then flay your skin, pile your skull into a latrine, and also—"
The Warmaster's shield bash cut off the Archon's string of words. Frask was knocked back, retreating in a hurry, hastily swinging his sword in counterattacks,
But only leaving bright sparks on the opponent's shield.
This annoyed him somewhat; this guy was like a Sea Turtle shell,
No matter what kind of attack he launched, it was all in vain.
No matter how tricky the attack, it would be blocked by the opponent's shield.
His speed became meaningless.
Clang...
Another futile blow.
"Damn it, can't you just throw away that shield and have a real duel with me? You stupid monkey."
Frask was somewhat exasperated.
That heavy shield made it difficult for him to attack, completely unable to break through the defense.
But the Warmaster also couldn't attack Frask.
The opponent's speed was too fast; a slight carelessness would lead to being flanked.
He could only continuously use conservative tactics.
"Are you a useless baby who hasn't been weaned? You can't win, so you ask others to throw away their shields."
To make the opponent reveal a weakness, the Warmaster no longer remained silent.
His words were very brief, yet possessed great destructive power.
One sentence broke Frask's composure.
"How dare you? How dare you? Call me useless?" Frask shrieked.
His movements became faster and faster, continuously hacking at the shield, producing clanging sounds.
"You were beaten into stray dogs by Slaanesh."
"You lost everything, just to linger on."
"Didn't you eat? Why do you have no strength at all?"
The Warmaster continuously spoke, trampling the opponent's arrogance underfoot with mocking words.
Frask's anger grew even stronger. He launched a frenzied assault, intending to break through the opponent's defense.
However, this idea was destined to be futile.
The shield was too hard, specifically countering agile fighters like him.
"From your appearance, did you perhaps sell your hooks to build this Cabal?!"
At these words, Frask was momentarily stunned, then completely went mad.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari of Gomorrah all pursued extreme desires and pleasure.
Simple heterosexuality couldn't satisfy them.
And Frask had risen from the very bottom; outsiders simply didn't know how arduous that path was.
Only by completely selling off one's flesh and soul was there a slight chance to climb up.
Seeing the opponent's completely insane appearance, the Warmaster laughed even harder.
"It seems I was right."
"I'm going to write your 'hook' story, divide it into three chapters and six sections, then find a few hundred storytellers to spread it everywhere."
"Once I make money, I'll recruit more people, expand and strengthen, striving to tell your 'hook' story to every creature who can understand."
The Warmaster spoke with increasing enthusiasm, and Frask became even more enraged, his attack speed growing faster and faster,
But his movements also showed flaws.
The Warmaster seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and his short spear stabbed out, leaving a shocking wound on Frask's abdomen.
Frask pulled back, creating distance, looking at the wound on his abdomen, both shocked and angry. "Today is your death day." The Warmaster closed the distance between them, raised his shield, and charged.
Frask dared not resist head-on and could only dodge.
The Warmaster's short spear seized the opportunity to sweep horizontally, forcing the opponent to raise his sword to block.
Clang ~
Another clanging sound.
Frask felt his tiger's mouth ache, and his longsword almost flew out of his hand.
Just as he wanted to pull away again to gain a moment to breathe, the opponent charged over with his shield again.
Frask was unable to dodge in time, was knocked to the ground, and his weapon flew out of his hand.
"Damn—"
Before Frask could finish speaking,
The Warmaster struck his head with the edge of his shield,
Then he turned his spearhead and plunged it down forcefully,
The arc-covered long spear tore through the Archon's black armor like paper, piercing through his body.
Crimson blood gushed out, splashing onto the Warmaster's yellow helmet.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Frask stretched out his hands, spitting blood while trying to pull out the short spear embedded in his abdomen.
But the short spear was driven so deep that it pinned his body to the ground.
And his strength was draining away with the flowing blood.
After several attempts, he ultimately couldn't remove the long spear from his abdomen.
The Warmaster looked down at him from above, "It seems I won."
The Cabal warriors shrieked, rushing towards the two combatants, intending to save their master.
"Do you think we're all dead?"
Twisted person swung his thunder-wreathed Warhammer, striking a Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warrior.
With just one blow, the opponent's body was torn into pieces and sent flying backward.
"Aliens, taste the Warp's wrath, Buddha's Fury Red Lotus."
Tenjiro slammed his staff into the ground,
Terrifying Warp energy instantly erupted.
Centered on the Warmaster and the fallen Archon,
Dozens of budding crimson lotus flowers emerged. They slowly unfurled, erupting in towering flames, converging into a tidal wave that swept everything, devouring the Dark Lords.
"He really is the'Son of the Version,' incredibly strong." Sea Turtle swung his sword, beheading an enemy, and looked at Tenjiro with envy.
"No one can save you."
The Warmaster picked up Frask, as if carrying a small chicken.
He put his shield and short spear back into his inventory and swapped to a longsword.
"Mon—mon—monkey, you—" Frask gasped with difficulty, using his last bit of strength to try and speak.
The Warmaster wielded his longsword, and the whistling blade swept towards the Cabal Archon's neck.
The head hit the ground, blood gushed out,
Frask's story ended there.
Witnessing the Archon's death, the remaining Drukhari / Dark Aeldari all let out strange cries, then, disregarding everything, launched an even stronger assault.
Frask had used ancient Imperial technology to implant cursed brands on them.
Once they betrayed him, they would suffer a fate worse than death.
This method was also commonly used by other Cabals,
To ensure the loyalty of their subordinates and prevent being shot in the back by them at some point.
Therefore, these Drukhari / Dark Aeldari had to avenge their master.
Facing the frenzied Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, the Players showed no fear, returning the assault with the same madness.
"Brothers, kill them all!"
"Don't let a single one escape."
"Oli gei!"
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were most skilled at intimidating enemies with death, but unfortunately, the Players didn't fall for that.
After an intense battle,
The Players actually managed to crush the Flayed Skull Cabal,
The Cabal warriors' morale for avenging their master was also forcefully extinguished.
After all, if they didn't seek revenge, they would only be tormented by the brand.
If they continued fighting, they would have to report to Slaanesh.
"Retreat."
"Retreat."
Seeing one of his subordinates hacked to pieces by those humans, Guerrero, the Cabal's deputy leader, was completely terrified.
These humans were too insane.
The remaining Cabal warriors retreated into the mist.
"You come as you please, and leave as you please! Do you take this for an inn?"
"Brothers, chase them! Those who offend the Empire, no matter how far, shall be punished."
The Warmaster shouted, holding Frask's head.
A group of Players yelled and rushed out of the camp, riding their jet bikes to pursue the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
Inquisitor Galen looked at the excitedly shouting Players and slapped his forehead.
"Are these guys from Krieg?"
"With just one shout, they charged out??"
"Is the battle over?" Adoli, the wise man who had been hiding, poked his head out from behind a cover.
Survival principle: Leave professional matters to professionals; don't be foolishly hot-headed and become cannon fodder. After confirming that the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari had been driven back by the God Chosen, Adoli, the wise man, slowly walked out.
After observing the damaged camp, he opened a data interface.
Repair protocol initiated.
We need to rebuild the camp and make targeted arrangements for the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's subsequent retaliation.
The Players pursued the fleeing Drukhari / Dark Aeldari for several days.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were completely stunned!
They used to be the ones hunting humans.
Now they were being hunted by humans.
It was a complete reversal of roles!
The worst part was that those humans were incredibly happy, shouting as they chased:
"Run faster, little darlings! If we catch you, you won't have a good time."
"The faster you run, the happier we get."
"Bad uncles are coming, little piggy-wiggies."
By the end, the fleeing Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were on the verge of collapse.
These humans were truly devils, a group of psychologically twisted freaks.
How could they treat war and death as entertainment?
Boom!
A red Razorwing jet fighter was destroyed.
Several Drukhari / Dark Aeldari with black wings were instantly engulfed in flames, exploding into fragments.
Only Dick survived.
He belonged to the Bloodwing, a Scourge unit of the Flayed Skull Cabal.
This was Flask's brilliant idea, creating a pair of black wings for the warriors through genetic technology, allowing them to soar freely in the air.
When the Cabal launched a raid, the Bloodwing members would seize air superiority, using their screams and speed to inflict immense psychological pressure on ground enemies, leading to their rout.
Dick flapped his wings, wanting to drag his injured body away from this place.
Just as he took off, the roar of an engine came from the air.
Dick heard this sound and immediately panicked.
The wound on his back also split open at this moment, an indescribable pain causing him to fall awkwardly to the ground.
Realizing he couldn't fly anymore, Dick looked around and hid inside a nearby dilapidated bone structure.
He slowed his breathing and sealed his armor, preventing heat radiation and biological signals from leaking out.
A short while later, those humans arrived.
They searched near the wreckage of the aircraft.
Dick dared not make a sound, hiding in the shadows, silently watching them desecrate the bodies of his companions, cutting off the heads of the dead.
After they finished these things and confirmed there were no survivors, they activated their thrusters and flew away.
Seeing those humans leave, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at having escaped death.
Saved!
This thought surfaced in Dick's mind, and he was so excited he almost cried.
However, when he turned his head, he saw a pair of crimson eyes.
An Astartes with a Power Claw on his hand stood not far away, just watching him.
Dick didn't know when the opponent had arrived, nor how he had managed to sneak up behind him so silently.
Perhaps he had been too focused on the humans searching outside and had overlooked dangers from other directions.
"I am the Midnight Lord," the Astartes said. "I have come for you."
Then, he lunged at Dick.
Dick let out a terrified scream, then the sound abruptly stopped, plunging into an eerie silence.
On the other side,
Greloro, the Cabal's second-in-command, was riding a jet bike, speeding towards Gomorrah.
Originally, twenty-eight Cabal members had fled the battlefield with him.
But those humans pursued relentlessly, and along the way, Cabal members kept falling behind and being killed.
Now, only two warriors remained by Greloro's side.
When he heard the ghostly engine sound behind him again, Greloro's face showed fear; those humans were catching up again.
He had clearly circled them many times and taken many shortcuts, so why could they still catch up?
Greloro was truly on the verge of collapse.
The Webway, for most creatures, was like a labyrinth.
Once you entered, it was very difficult to get out.
Yet, these humans could always accurately pinpoint their location and catch up.
How did these guys do it?
Greloro turned to look at the two remaining Cabal warriors. "You two go stop them."
The two Cabal warriors were very reluctant.
In this situation, undertaking an interception mission was a dead end.
But they had no way to disobey Greloro's orders, so they could only turn their vehicles around and rush into the mist to intercept those humans.
After two mournful screams, there was another deafening explosion.
Clearly, the two Cabal warriors who had blocked the way were already dead.
"Damn it, where did these humans come from?"
Greloro had carried out countless raiding missions with Flask.
Every time, he was the one hunting humans.
He had never imagined that one day, he would be hunted by humans.
These humans were different from other humans; they had no fear, and even if you killed them, you couldn't collect any fear or despair.
Facing death, they laughed even happier than those brainless Orks.
After rounding another bend,
Greloro saw hope; Gomorrah was ahead.
"Monster, still trying to escape."
A voice echoed in the mist, and an invisible psychic force yanked Greloro backward, causing him to fall heavily.
Greloro got up, limping as he continued to walk towards Gomorrah.
As long as he entered Gomorrah, he would survive.
Bang!
The sound of a Bolter shot came from behind, and Greloro was hit, sending him flying.
Half of his body exploded, leaving him lying on the ground, dying.
In the mist,
Warmaster and the other Players slowly walked out, approaching Greloro and watching this Drukhari / Dark Aeldari take his last breath in despair.
"Let's hang his head up, and this guy's too, by the way."
Warmaster took Flask's head from his inventory.
"Good idea," Tenjiro agreed.
"We feel so arrogant," Twisted person said, looking at Gomorrah in the distance, where Drukhari / Dark Aeldari could now be seen rushing towards them.
"Let's go."
After hanging the opponent's head on a cross, Warmaster summoned everyone to leave.
By the time the patrolling Drukhari / Dark Aeldari forces arrived,
They only saw two heads impaled on spears, and a banner written in blood.
"This is what happens when you provoke humans. You are destined to be eliminated. Recognize your place, Xenos!"
The related news quickly spread throughout Gomorrah, causing a sensation among all factions.
In dark alleys, hidden secret rooms, majestic temples, etc.,
Everywhere in Gomorrah, people were discussing this matter.
The overlord of Gomorrah, the current ruler of the Black Heart Cabal, Asdrubael Vect, quickly learned the full story from his agents.
"This is a provocation to my authority."
Vect immediately guessed the malicious intentions of those humans.
Gomorrah is a world where the strong prey on the weak, full of schemes and betrayal. Once his authority is challenged by humans, and he dares not retaliate,
Those ambitious individuals would seize the opportunity to cause trouble.
"They will regret provoking Gomorrah," Vect said coldly.
The conflict that erupted in the Webway also quickly reached Alex's ears.
"These guys can really cause trouble for me, can't they?"
"Killing Drukhari / Dark Aeldari near Gomorrah and leaving them a message, isn't that just asking for trouble?"
Alex complained about these young Players,
But he had no intention of blaming them.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari had ridden roughshod over them; there was no need to be concerned about this or that.
"Gomorrah will definitely not let this go, but humans are not to be trifled with either."
"If they want to start a war, then let them come. It's a good time to settle old and new scores."
Alex paced back and forth, deep in thought.
He turned to look at the young Fulgrim standing beside him.
To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and public opinion, after receiving the Emperor's blessing and completing his human fragments, the young Fulgrim put on a full set of black armor.
Clearly, the Emperor, to prevent him from following his original self's path,
corrected Fulgrim's character flaw of pursuing absolute perfection when he merged with the human fragments.
Otherwise, according to Fulgrim's character flaw, he would definitely not wear black armor, but rather whatever was most flamboyant.
"Captain," Alex called out.
"Saint," the young Fulgrim stepped forward and bowed to Alex.
"I'm giving you a mission," Alex said. "Take a unit into the Webway. If the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari dare to harass us, make sure they never return."
"We need to let those Xenos know that humans are the masters of this galaxy."