To exact revenge on humanity, Gomorrah mobilized a significant force this time.
Five warships were deployed: one cruiser and four frigates.
Previously, during their raids, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari always operated with single ships.
Their priority was speed, never engaging Imperial forces in direct combat, always aiming for maximum profit.
Numerous Razorwing Jetfighters, Ravager Gunships, and other aircraft accompanied the fleet.
Such a scale indicated how highly they regarded the humans who had entered the Webway.
Inside the cruiser's council hall, the walls of this magnificent hall were sculpted from precious gems, connecting to a sloped ceiling inlaid with indestructible ruby panels.
The light from the giant chandeliers, upon entering the hall, transformed into a bloody hue.
A Choir of Pain was performing their specialty on stage.
Numerous human slaves were being tortured by the Haemonculi and his assistants.
The wailing cries of the tortured slaves formed a beautiful chorus, eliciting expressions of pleasure from many Archon leaders.
A mother wailed hysterically, witnessing how her child's body was slowly dismembered.
Throughout the process, the child cried out one phrase to her: 'Mommy, it hurts.'
Not far away, a father roared hysterically, on the verge of madness.
This was because he watched as his pregnant wife was disemboweled.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari removed the newly formed child, exhibiting it publicly, and the despairing eyes of his wife and child brought him to the brink of collapse, shattering his soul.
And these were merely the tip of the iceberg for the choir.
Many more vicious scenes were beyond words to describe.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's art of torture had long reached its pinnacle.
They no longer focused solely on physical pain but delved deeper.
They began by targeting human emotions such as love, kinship, and loyalty, slowly torturing the slaves on both a physical and spiritual level.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari used this method to replenish their souls, which were slowly being consumed by Slaanesh.
Therefore, such a performance was, in fact, a form of feasting.
However, although the Haemonculi Master's exquisite performance was brilliant, the Archon representatives attending the meeting paid little attention.
"This is the intelligence our scouts brought back: humans have used the entrance on Luna to enter the Webway and have established multiple strongholds."
Many Archons were involved in this retaliatory action.
Among them were formidable forces with significant influence in Gomorrah, such as the Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue, the Kabal of the Obsidian Rose, and the Kabal of the Last Hatred.
Unfortunately, the representatives of these powerful forces did not gain command of this fleet.
Everyone here had to obey the orders of the Black Heart Kabal's representative—Curez Vyrex.
Because Curez was a subordinate of Vect, the overlord of Gomorrah.
Challenging Curez was challenging Vect. Vect's rule over Gomorrah was absolute.
Anyone who tried to challenge him met a tragic end, worse than death.
Only Curez's words echoed through the entire hall.
The light emitted by the crystal projected a star map before the Archon representatives, meticulously marking the human strongholds and the fleet's direction of advance.
"We anticipate making contact with the first human stronghold in one day.
This stronghold has few people, only Adeptus Mechanicus assassins and servitors, serving as a warning and buffer."
"We must not alert the enemy; we will bypass it and then head here."
Curez's finger moved across the map, following the fleet's direction of advance, pointing towards Miracle City.
"If the intelligence is correct, humans have amassed over 10 units of troops and a large amount of military equipment there."
"If all goes well, after we take Miracle City, we will continue along this Webway branch, encountering more human strongholds along the way."
"And finally, we will arrive here."
Curez pointed to the Webway entrance located on Luna.
"The Human Empire has certainly gathered a large number of troops and countless defensive fortifications here, so our offensive will most likely only reach this point."
"The Sol System, where Luna is located, is, after all, the birthplace of humanity and is garrisoned by extremely powerful military forces that we cannot directly confront."
"We will teach humanity a profound lesson, letting them know that some things are beyond their reach."
No sooner had Curez finished speaking than the cruiser they were on jolted violently, throwing everyone forward due to inertia.
The ship's hull emitted a cracking sound of unbearable strain, and the wraithbone and crystals maintaining the hull showed varying degrees of cracks.
Immediately after, a piercing alarm sounded.
"What happened?" Curez looked at his subordinate.
"We were attacked by humans." The subordinate quickly received the news from the bridge and reported to Curez.
"Transfer the visual feed."
Curez's face visibly darkened.
He had just declared that he would teach humanity a lesson, only to be immediately humiliated!
These damned humans really trampled his dignity into the ground.
The interface projected by the crystal rapidly changed, displaying the recent situation to the representatives of the various Archons.
Several missiles were launched from the dilapidated wraithbone building on the ground.
The missiles did not hit the warship but were detonated by the warship's defense system from a significant distance.
However, these missiles were not equipped with ordinary warheads but with temporal warheads.
Upon explosion, they would form a spatio-temporal vortex, making all high-speed targets feel as if they were stuck in a swamp, unable to advance.
The Eldar fleet plunged into the spatio-temporal swamp, and its speed suddenly slowed down.
"Damn monkeys, how dare they ambush us?!"
Many Archon representatives in the hall also showed shocked expressions.
How much had these humans drunk to be so clueless about their place?
They actually dared to ambush Gomorrah's forces!
Amidst the shocked gazes of the Archon representatives in Gomorrah, the next wave of human attacks arrived.
"Brothers, go, go, go, summon your fighters, it's time for war."
Little Fatty shouted, jumping into the newly summoned Viking fighter, and began the Warp-jump procedure.
Following his command, over a dozen Viking fighters from the Hammer and Sickle Battle Group were summoned from the Players' warehouses.
Considering the needs of mech-style Players to carry mechs, Alex and Cortana formulated a targeted preferential policy.
After becoming a mech-style Player, one could obtain a dedicated warehouse (dimensional space) for mech storage.
The Viking fighters ascended, flying towards the Eldar fleet.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari captains were somewhat dumbfounded.
They had just scanned the ruins of Dawn City.
Clearly, there was nothing there at first.
How did over a dozen human fighters appear out of thin air?!
Is this even scientific?
Of course, no one answered the bewildered Drukhari / Dark Aeldari captains; they could only seek the answer to this question in hell.
[Warp-jump function ready]
The fighter's prompt sounded in Little Fatty's ear.
With Cortana's help, Dora Workshop's reverse engineering of Necrons technology was quite successful.
Short-range Warp-jump technology had already been applied to new equipment.
"Everyone, immediately perform the Warp-jump, act according to the tactics just formulated, eliminate those damned xenos, and defend the glory of the Empire."
Little Fatty decisively confirmed the Warp-jump procedure.
Under his command, the Viking fighter squadron performed an instant Warp-jump.
The Viking fighter squadron instantly warped above the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warship.
Then, they transformed in mid-air, landing on the surface of the warship.
Their heavy mechanical feet dug into the wraithbone hull.
Their two giant metal arms and shoulder-mounted weapons fired at full power, strafing the turrets and the jet bikes and fighters flying in the distance.
This scene made the bewildered Drukhari / Dark Aeldari doubt their reality.
Why were these humans different from the humans they had encountered before?
The humans before were fierce, but they didn't have so many tricks!
Why were these humans warping and transforming?!
Because the Players' mechs were on the surface of the warship, the accompanying Razorwing Jetfighters and Ravager Gunships were hesitant to use heavy firepower, fearing collateral damage.
They could only use light weapons to strafe.
But the power of light weapons could not penetrate the Viking mech's shields.
The Players of the Hammer and Sickle Battle Group held the advantage, firing freely at the turrets and aircraft on the ship's surface.
"Help the brothers from other Warbands board."
After giving the command, Little Fatty aimed the giant cannon on the Viking mech's arm at the wraithbone hull.
Boom!
With an explosion, a searing beam of energy instantly blew a large hole in the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's hull.
Little Fatty manipulated the Viking mech to retrieve a cube engraved with ancient Necrons script from the warehouse.
This was the first generation of portable teleportation devices built using Necrons technology, thus retaining many Necrons styles and designs.
It will probably take several iterations to completely erase the traces of the Necrons.
Little Fatty threw the portable teleportation device into the interior of the Spiritbone Warship.
The moment it landed, the metallic cube rapidly transformed.
The runes on its surface lit up one by one, emitting a bright beam of light.
Immediately after, a teleportation portal opened.
A group of fully armed Players entered the warship through the portal.
"It's our turn, let's go!"
The Players, who had been waiting for a long time, used the teleportation device to enter the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warship.
A bloody massacre thus unfolded.
"Stop them!"
The Kabalite Warriors inside the warship quickly assembled.
They launched a counterattack against the Players who had boarded the ship and entered the internal cabins.
These Kabalite Warriors were all clad in black armor, wielding poisoned longswords.
"Kill them! If you capture any prisoners, torture them with the most vicious methods!"
"Make sure they wish they were dead!"
The Kabalite Warriors continuously shrieked,
intending to brutally torture and kill the humans who dared to ambush them.
However, they underestimated the fighting power of the Players.
One must know that those participating in this boarding action were all high-level Players, not only possessing various Emperor's Blessings but also wearing power armor designed and forged by the Star Gods.
Their strength was greater, and their speed far surpassed that of their foes.
In front of these Players, those Kabalite Warriors were not much better than frail mortals.
"For the Emperor! For Tifa of the 3D Zone!"
The Warmaster shouted inexplicable slogans and charged into the enemy ranks.
This time, he wielded a greatsword, moving incredibly fast.
A graze would wound, a touch would kill.
He cut through them like slicing melons and dicing vegetables; his blade swept through,
instantly taking the lives of those Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
"Feel the wrath of the Warp, you fools!"
"Kill every one you see! Only the last one standing is the strong one!"
"To be or not to be, that is the question."
"This little blood isn't enough to repay the debt."
Tenjiro, holding a staff, spoke profound-sounding words in a low voice, slaughtering everyone in his path.
Warp abilities such as fire, lightning, and brain bursts were effortlessly conjured and unleashed by him, their power immense and exaggerated.
In just a moment, he had slain the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, leaving rivers of blood; everywhere he went, there were corpses.
Old Thirteen also rampaged through the warship.
Relying on the Ogryn's terrifying physique and astonishing psychic talent,
he easily cut through the Kabalite Warriors, Wych Cultists, and other Drukhari / Dark Aeldari,
then, he turned around and charged back into the disorganized Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Chop! Chop! Chop!"
Wrist Bro, wielding a chainaxe, shouted excitedly.
In a single encounter, he split eight Drukhari / Dark Aeldari Warriors in half.
Crimson blood gushed out, a truly gruesome sight.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Chop! Chop! Chop!"
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
Feeling the joy of mowing down enemies, Wrist Bro became even more excited.
His performance was clearly seen by Khorne, the God of War, in the Brass Realm.
This joy derived from slaughter, how pure it was!
Just watching it made Khorne drool.
What a good candidate for a blessing!
If he could be brought under his command, he would definitely be no worse than Khârn.
With careful cultivation, he might even be comparable to Angron.
"Eating alone will not end well."
Khorne looked at the black sun, endless rage burning in his eyes.
Such a promising talent should be given to him.
Leaving him in that fellow's hands was simply a waste.
"It's time to get Ahriman to work," Khorne thought of Ahriman.
Khârn and Angron were both his doing.
Perhaps, this fellow could bring him another surprise.
He didn't ask for much,
just to get that pure World Eaters and that winged saint.
As for Guilliman, it would be best to get him, but it was acceptable if he couldn't.
Thinking of this, Khorne did not hesitate and immediately sent a divine oracle to Ahriman.
Over in the Crystal Labyrinth,
Tzeentch was also paying attention to the followers of these outsiders. The arrival of these fellows caused the power of the Change authority to continuously rise.
His own power grew day by day, becoming increasingly mighty, subtly showing a tendency to be first among the Chaos Gods.
These followers of Change were such delightful entertainers!
Leaving them in the hands of the accursed one was a waste.
Only in his hands could they be put to their best use.
"It's time to get Ahriman to work."
Tzeentch also thought of Ahriman.
Although this bad seed wasn't smart enough, as a tool, he was still very useful.
Let him enter Reality and become his Gripper.
This time, he wanted the winged one and that intelligent Ogryn.
Guilliman could be given to others.
Slaanesh also gave Ahriman a divine oracle. Looking at the outsiders' followers, they were happy fighting, happy killing, and happy being killed—truly good prospects!
If they were brought into the Six Rings of Pleasure and properly cultivated,
they would become exceptional talents when released.
Leaving them in the hands of the accursed one was truly too wasteful.
He didn't ask for much, just that little sister who screamed when killing, and the winged one would suffice.
Guilliman or anything else could be given to others.
"Everyone should join my garden."
Nurgle also did not hesitate much.
He also gave Ahriman a divine oracle.
Since the other three were giving, he would too.
If there were benefits, everyone would share.
He just wanted those who cultivated Mushrooms and the winged one; Guilliman could be given to others.
The Chaos Gods rarely had such tacit agreement, planning to use Ahriman to push a new plan.
The accursed one had taken too much.
This did not align with the Warp's original intention of common prosperity.
And the black sun floated in the Warp as always, silent.
The scorching flames blocked all blessings from the Chaos Gods.
The Players were unaware of what was happening in the Warp; they were still cheering and slaughtering wantonly inside the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warship.
The representatives of the Kabal initially tried to stabilize the situation, launching counterattacks and encircling the Players.
But as Imperial reinforcements entered the battlefield, they gave up and decisively chose to flee.
Because the Human Empire had brought two battleships, a dozen cruisers and frigates,
hundreds of thousands of Astra Militarum,
and thousands of Primaris Astartes and Custodes.
Such a force was enough to grind them to dust a dozen times over.
The gunboat that Melissa, a Wych Cultist, was riding was destroyed in the fierce battle.
She fell to the ground in disarray, severely wounded but barely clinging to life.
However, as soon as she got up, a fully armed Human Empire soldier appeared before her.
The opponent's gun was aimed at her head, and a shoulder-mounted cannon emitting a detection array beam was also locked onto her head.
Several drones, also equipped with guns, hovered nearby, likewise locking onto her.
With the slightest movement, she would become a headless corpse.
When did Human Empire soldiers' firepower become so high?
Was this still the Human Empire she knew?
At that moment, a loud explosion rang out.
The massive warship slowly plummeted to the ground,
triggering a chain of explosions and towering flames, destroying swathes of Spiritbone structures.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari forces were completely routed.
Those who miraculously survived were trying to flee the battlefield.
"Kneel, hands on your head."
The Human Empire soldier shouted at Melissa. Melissa complied under the threat of the gun. She was forced to her knees, hands raised.
The opponent placed electronic restraints on her hands and feet before allowing her to stand up.
Melissa, standing, looked around with a bewildered expression.
Humans were everywhere, every one of them armed to the teeth.
She didn't understand what those humans were shouting, nor did she know how many of them there were.
She only knew that their figures were everywhere on the battlefield, that they could Warp, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.
Before setting out, the important figures of Gomorrah had stated that this battle would not last long.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari would defeat the humans with overwhelming military might.
They would only need a few days to sit in the Human Empire's fortresses, enjoying delicious food and the despair and pain of those captives.
A thought, like a black humor, surfaced in Melissa's mind.
This battle indeed progressed quickly, just as the important figures had predicted—