Astartes Battle Barge.
"Damn, damn...!"
"Obviously I have told you to drive with caution... Why did you humans lead the Dark Lady's minions to Comoros!?"
"These monkeys who were born low, the low-class race struggling in the drowning pit, I shouldn't lead the way for you... It's over now, it's all over."
A Dark Eldar who was dismembered into wet parts and restrained in the pilot's position shouted in despair. The increasingly clear sight of his hometown in front of him did not make him feel happy, but made him more desperate.
He could clearly sense that the huge evil force of subspace was approaching, and this battle barge belonging to the human empire was also escaping from the erosion of the evil force of subspace.
Beside him were several Astartes wearing blue and white power armor.
In response to the Dark Eldar's wails, these silent warriors paid no attention to the dirty alien, nor did they say any words. They just continued to drive the battle barge as if they were not being chased by the demon world behind them.
On the bridge, the Astartes, who was also wearing blue and white power armor, but with a clear painting on his helmet, was overlooking Comoros.
And the paint that resembles bright red tooth marks is the symbol of the honor of Karn, the leader of the original bodyguard of the Sons of the Mountains - [Blood Finger].
Accompanied by an exaggerated shock that almost completely disintegrated the ship's hull, this battle barge from the Twelfth Legion completely broke into Comoros.
Along with it, there is the terrifying shadow of the demon world that covers the sky.
"What have I done...what have I done!!"
"Very good, you successfully brought Him into Comoros! Ignorant and despicable monkeys, you have no idea what you have done!"
"You will all die, and you will not be able to escape the eternal torture of the Dark Lady! Hahahahaha... Damn, damn, damn, damn!!"
The despair on the face of the Dark Eldar gradually turned into distortion, and then into hysterical madness. The hoarse voice revealed unspeakable viciousness, and the burning resentment almost burst out from the pupils.
No one knows what kind of disaster a demonic world will bring to Commorragh.
And this disaster was brought about by him personally.
"..."
The overly noisy voice of the Dark Eldar made Kahn feel a little disgusted.
Although his energy is immersed in spiritual communication with the surrounding battle brothers, this does not mean that their ears cannot hear the dirty words of the dirty alien.
He casually glanced at the mechanical priest accompanying him, who respectfully began to operate the many programs in the Dark Eldar body that had been made into wetware.
For just a moment, no more words could come out of the vicious throat of the Dark Eldar.
Even though his pupils filled with endless anger almost bulged out of their sockets, it was unable to have any impact on their conversation.
[Let’s continue chatting. 】
[If many of the information given by Lord Machado are correct, this is the location revealed by the 'prophecy'. 】
[Although the damage of our hull has reached 46%, and the durability of the wet parts can only support 74 standard Terra hours, if the operation goes smoothly... it will be enough for us to pick up our mother and return to the real universe. 】
As if what happened just now had never happened, Kahn's calm voice echoed in the sea of mind.
Dozens of burly Astartes are forming a circle. They are the remaining original bodyguards of the Twelfth Legion.
What appeared before their eyes was the action panel designed by Kahn.
With only a little use of their mother's majestic computing power, they can carry out strategic planning anytime and anywhere just like the real universe.
[…If I didn’t still need this alien as a wetware, I would definitely sew his vile mouth and ass together. 】
An Astartes snorted coldly. It was obvious that the words of the dirty alien just now made him a little unhappy.
Although the Sons of the Mountains seem silent on weekdays, it does not mean that their personalities are also silent and indifferent. The irritable character inherited from Elaine affects everyone all the time.
Bloodthirsty and violence are also the [methods of torture] that are uniquely endowed with the knowledge of pharmaceuticals.
The experience of the horrific war in the Warp, and the ferocity they displayed as war hounds under the Emperor's command, made each of them an unstoppable warrior in the real universe.
【No problem. Just leave the webway and this filthy alien will never live to see another day. 】
[However, it is still useful now... Since we don't understand this city yet, we may need to call on the memory in his mind. 】
【…Nothing. I guess it doesn't take much. 】
Looking at the alien city in front of him, which was gradually being covered by the huge shadow of the planet, Kahn seemed to be gloating.
[But do not forget the vital thing, my brothers. 】
[The purpose of our trip is by no means a trivial matter like exterminating the aliens. 】
When he mentioned Elaine, Kahn changed the subject, and the humor in his words immediately turned serious.
[Mother is the only important thing. 】
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'Damn, damn...damn! ! '
The Dark Eldar who had been transformed into wetware stared angrily at the mechanical priest who was half-smiling in front of him. He clearly felt that his pronunciation ability had been completely taken away.
Although the biotechnology mastered by these human monkeys cannot match that of the Haemonculus, it is enough to make him unable to make any sound anymore.
Thinking of this group of human monkeys, this wetware couldn't help but feel indescribably annoyed.
He came from Commorragh on a slave ship bound for the real universe. And his identity is that of a pilot who pilots the webway for his cabal.
The conspiracy group that Wetware is loyal to is affiliated with an ancient noble named Ers. It can be considered a prestigious mission in the entire Comoros.
However, when they traveled to the real universe to plunder the resources they needed, they unfortunately encountered the ever-expanding fleet of the Human Empire - those savage and violent monkeys drove them around like mosquitoes, as if they knew them. The network channel nodes usually used are the same.
This is unreasonable.
Even though those fleets with terrifying firepower did not defeat them, they almost consumed all the slaves and resources they had plundered during this trip.
Until...these Astartes who didn't know where to appear suddenly jumped to their ship, slaughtered all the Dark Eldar on the ship, and transformed him into living wetware and brought them to the battle barge.
Then, this group of madmen relied on his biological code to forcibly invade the webway belonging to the Eldar - and also caused many [separation] phenomena on the way, and endless minions belonging to the Dark Lady surged like a tide. Entered the network channel.
At first, this did not arouse the alarm of Wetware. After all, too many ancient network channels were no longer accessible due to the "Separation" phenomenon. But until a demon world was also attracted by this group of Astartes, and When he realized that the ship's destination was Comoros, Wetware's heart completely collapsed.
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I'm thinking, should I enslave Black Bean Sprout to be a tool of the Internet, or should I just kill them all?
By the way, I would like to recommend a Hammer fanfic about becoming a ruffian boss~ It’s quite interesting, and it will be on the shelves tomorrow! You can give it a try!
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