In the meeting hall deep in Comoros, the crystal chandelier cast a pale halo.

Twelve Dark Eldar Archons sat around a round obsidian table, the air filled with a pungent scent mixed with spices and fear.

"We must be prepared to evacuate Comoros!" Archon Vickers slammed the table, his jewel-studded nails scraping on the surface of the table, making a harsh sound.

His purple-black lips were trembling, and his carefully groomed long silver hair was stuck to his forehead by cold sweat.

"The golden monkey's army has broken through the seventh defense ring. If they continue like this-"

His voice stopped abruptly.

A black shadow separated from the shadow of the main entrance, so fast that it left an afterimage on the retina.

Vickers only saw a flash of cold light, and then felt a strange lightness.

His eyes suddenly dropped, and he watched his headless body still slapping the table.

The blood at the incision didn't even have time to splash before it was instantly coagulated by some kind of nano-scale toxin.

Doria's figure solidified in front of the round table, and the purple blood drops on the shadow giant blade slowly dripped along the jagged blade pattern.

The surface of his MK.X power armor was flowing with a mercury-like luster, and each piece of armor was rising and falling slightly as if breathing.

The helmet's eyepiece glowed with a cold blue light, reflecting the terrified and distorted faces of the eleven archons in the hall.

"Enemy attack--" The oldest archon had just raised his communication bracelet when six micro-bombs were fired from Doria's shoulder armor.

They drew strange arcs in the air, accurately hitting the joints of each crystal chandelier.

Darkness engulfed the hall like a tide.

In this absolute darkness, Doria's liquid metal armor began to vibrate at a high frequency.

The built-in acoustic imaging system projected a three-dimensional composition of the entire hall onto his retina - eleven targets, eleven different escape routes, eleven dying struggles.

He moved.

The scream of the shadow giant blade tearing through the air became the death knell of the first victim.

Doria's thrust was so fast that it violated the laws of physics. When the tip of the blade pierced through the chest of the first archon, the shock wave caused spider-web-like cracks on the obsidian table.

The left fist wrapped in liquid metal blasted out at the same time, directly hammering the witch spirit guard who attacked from the side into the wall along with his armor. The sound of bones breaking was like crushing a bag of nuts.

"For Corax!"

Five dark shadows appeared simultaneously from the ventilation ducts, cracks in the ground, and shadows of pillars.

The elites of the 7th Company of Raven Guard were like evil spirits walking out of a nightmare, and the muffled sound of the silenced bombs was like the cough of the god of death.

Each bullet follows a perfect ballistic calculation - passing through the eye socket, drilling into the ear canal, and penetrating the upper palate - ensuring that the target becomes a corpse before raising the alarm.

Doria's killing skills were an art. When his giant blade slashed through the waist of the third archon, his liquid right arm suddenly deformed and extended, turning into a three-meter-long metal whip that wrapped around the ceiling chandelier frame.

The moment his body swung up, the armor on his left arm reorganized into a rotating chainsaw sword wheel, which sawed off the two gun-wielding conspiracy warriors in half.

Purple blood splashed like a rainstorm, but was bounced off by the nano-coating before it hit the armor.

"Monster!" the surviving Archon screamed hysterically, scratching the communicator with his jewel-encrusted nails.

His poison crystal pistol fired continuously, but was blocked by a metal shield that suddenly appeared three inches in front of Doria.

The splashing venom corroded the shield surface, producing hissing white smoke, but it could not penetrate the flowing death.

Doria released his whip and landed with his right leg chopped down like a battle axe.

The Archon's kneecaps shattered as the hall alarm sounded, but it was too late - the tip of the Shadow Blade was at his throat.

"Victor's location." Doria's voice was processed through a voice changer and sounded like countless serrated knives rubbing against each other.

Liquid metal oozed out along the tip of the blade, transforming into tiny nanomachines that drilled into the Archon's skin.

The invaded person immediately let out an inhuman scream, his blood vessels bulged and squirmed under his skin, as if countless metal parasites were swimming in his blood.

As the last Dark Eldar fell, Doria swung the giant blade.

A purple blood bead drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed accurately in the eye socket of a corpse.

Ripples appeared on the surface of his armor, absorbing and decomposing all the blood stains - the genetic information of this alien blood would be sent back to Mars for analysis.

"The battle is over." Doria's eyepiece scanned the bodies on the ground, and the tactical system automatically marked thirty-seven fatal injuries. His voice was as calm as if he was reporting the weather, "Keep moving forward."

The Raven Guard gathered in silence. They noticed that the armor on the right arm of the Primaris Prime was slowly reforming.

After devouring the enemy's weapons, the liquid metal seemed to become even darker and deeper.

Doria suddenly stopped when he stepped past a headless corpse.

He felt a slight vibration from the soles of his boots, and the nanosensors detected energy fluctuations fifty meters underground.

"Underground fortress." He raised his arm, and liquid metal quickly condensed into a holographic projector.

The underground structure map of Comoros spun and unfolded in the air, with a scarlet path pointing directly to the core. "Victor is waiting for us."

The Raven Guards exchanged glances. They knew that the real hunt had just begun.

Standing in front of them was the Emperor's most perfect Shadow Hunter, a monster that even the Dark Eldar had nightmares about.

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The spires of Commorragh trembled under the fire, and the Dark Eldar defenses were collapsing.

Count Dooku stood in front of the porthole of the command ship, his hands behind his back, his old but sharp eyes scanning the battlefield below.

He was wearing a dark brown robe, his face was as cold as stone, and his silver hair was tied into a meticulous bun at the back of his head.

Even on the battlefield, he still maintained the elegance and composure of a Jedi Master, but his eyes no longer belonged to the light.

"General Grievous." Dooku's voice was deep and majestic. "It's time to show these aliens what a real war machine is."

A grin like metallic friction came from the communicator.

"That suits me just fine, Count."

At the entrance to the lower webway of Comoros, the first wave of B1 combat robots marched in in unison. Their spherical heads turned left and right, and their optical sensors flashed a monotonous red light.

"Line up, forward!"

Thousands of B1s raised their blaster rifles at the same time, and the mechanized sound echoed in the narrow corridor.

The Dark Eldar patrol in front had not yet reacted when dense red beams of light poured down like a rainstorm.

"Fire! Fire!" the Dark Eldar commander ordered sharply, and the poison crystal pistol in his hand accurately blew up the heads of three B1s.

But the next second, more combat robots rushed up. They had no fear, no hesitation, they just mechanically advanced, shot, and advanced again.

"These damn tin cans!" A witch dancer cursed, and her double blades danced into a silver light, instantly dismembering five B1s.

But the sixth robot's blaster was already pointed at her back -

"boom!"

The body of the witch dancer exploded in the red beam, and purple blood splattered on the metal shell of B1.

It tilted its head, and its optical sensors flickered.

"Something seemed to fly onto my sensor just now?"

"Shut up! Keep going!"

When the B2 super battle droids joined the fray, the Dark Eldar's situation became even more desperate.

These two-meter-tall steel giants took heavy steps, firing continuously from the blaster cannons on their arms. Each salvo could clear an area.

The Dark Eldar's poison blades and dark matter weapons hit their armor, leaving only shallow burn marks.

"Concentrate fire! Aim at their joints!" a cabal warrior roared, and the dark matter spear in his hand pierced the chest of a B2.

But B2 just looked down at the huge hole in his chest, then raised his blaster cannon and fired at the Cabal warrior's head.

The real terror comes from the Destroyer battle droids.

These swift killing machines cut through the Dark Eldar defences at breakneck speed, their triple blasters rotating to lock onto their targets, vaporising a Dark Eldar warrior to dust with every shot.

“Retreat! Retreat to the second line of defense!” The Dark Eldar commander finally collapsed, his voice trembling in the communication channel.

But it's too late.

Dozens of Destroyer robots suddenly accelerated, their shells unfolding to reveal their built-in concussion missile launchers.

Dozens of missiles whizzed out, blasting the retreating Dark Eldar squad into pieces.

On the other side, Grievous also came to the battlefield in person.

General Grievous's personal fighter hovered over the battlefield like an iron vulture.

This specially modified Belbullab-22 starfighter is completely black, with additional laser cannon arrays installed on both sides of the wings, and the thrusters at the tail spewing out blue ion flames.

Inside the cockpit, Grievous' mechanical fingers danced rapidly on the control panel, and four optical sensors continuously scanned the battlefield below.

"All squadrons, clear the landing zone," Grievous' voice came over the encrypted channel with a metallic hiss. "I'll take care of the anti-aircraft guns."

The fighter suddenly rolled over and dived down at a nearly vertical angle.

Grievous' mechanical heart pumps high-energy coolant, and his reaction speed is ten times faster than any organic pilot.

The laser cannons on the wings began to roar, and the red beams were like the scythe of the god of death, blowing up three Dark Eldar Void Raven fighters that had just taken off.

The fire from the explosion reflected on the armor of Grievous' vehicle, giving the Death God's vehicle a layer of blood.

"Too slow." Grievous pushed the joystick with a grin, and the fighter made a sharp turn to avoid the incoming poison crystal missile.

His spare robotic arm also operated the weapon system, and the proton torpedo launcher on the belly locked onto an anti-aircraft position. "Try this."

Two torpedoes whizzed out and hit the target accurately.

The Dark Eldar anti-aircraft guns below were turned into scrap metal in a spectacular explosion, and the Cabal warriors operating them were vaporized by the high temperature before they could even scream.

Grievous was about to pull up the nose of the plane when the tactical alarm suddenly sounded sharply.

Five rapidly approaching blips appeared on the edge of his sensors—Dark Reaper interceptors launching from hidden silos in the side spires.

Even more deadly was that the Eldar on the ground suddenly activated their hidden dark matter air defense network.

"Interesting..." Grievous's mechanical fingers pulled hard on the lever, but it was too late.

The first dark matter shell grazed the fighter's right wing, instantly corroding most of the armor.

The second shot hit the engine directly, and the dark blue ion flame suddenly turned into an ominous dark red.

Alarms blared in Grievous' cockpit, and the holographic display was filled with damage warnings.

"General! Your aircraft--" a dull exclamation came from the B1 robot on the communication channel.

"SHUT UP!" Grievous roared as he tried to stabilize the craft, but the third shell ended that possibility.

The dark matter warhead penetrated the lower part of the cockpit, blowing the entire control system into a ball of sparks.

The fighter jet plummeted to the ground, trailing thick smoke, and smashed into the ruins of the middle area of ​​Comoros like a meteorite.

The huge impact force smashed half of the spire into pieces. The wreckage of the aircraft continued to slide for hundreds of meters under the action of inertia, and finally stopped on an obsidian square.

Five minutes later, a team of Dark Eldar warriors cautiously approached the crash site.

"Kill confirmed." The leader of the conspiracy group showed a cruel smile, and he elegantly turned the poison crystal pistol in his hand, "It seems that the so-called enemy is nothing more than this."

His lieutenant scanned the wreckage cautiously. "Sir, no signs of life detected... Wait, what's that noise?"

A sharp sound of metallic tearing came from the thick smoke.

The Archon's smile froze.

The wreckage of the aircraft suddenly exploded from the inside, and the twisted metal plates flew around like cannonballs, cutting three Dark Eldar warriors in half on the spot.

In the thick smoke, a tall mechanical figure slowly stood up, and four lightsabers lit up at the same time, illuminating the surrounding smoke into a deadly blue-green color.

"You think..." Grievous's respirator hissed, his mechanical joints humming with every step, "you think this is going to kill me?"

Before the Dark Eldar could react, Grievous had already turned into a shadow.

Magnetic adsorption devices popped out from the soles of his mechanical feet, and every step left spider-web-like cracks on the obsidian floor.

Four lightsabers danced into a whirlwind of death. The first sword cut off the Archon's poison crystal pistol, the second sword cut off his proud pointed ears, the third sword pierced his chest, and the last sword lifted his head high.

"Fire! Fire quickly!" The remaining Dark Eldar fired frantically, dark matter bullets and poison crystal arrows pouring down like a rainstorm.

Grievous did not dodge or evade. His mechanical body advanced in the hail of bullets, and countless sparks flew off his armor.

A poison crystal arrow hit his respirator, and corrosive liquid flowed along the pipes. However, General Grievous just snorted coldly, and then the backup breathing system was immediately activated.

"Cowardly alien!" Grievous suddenly accelerated, so fast that he left an afterimage behind him.

His lightsaber drew a perfect cross, and the four Dark Eldar warriors were instantly reduced to eight twitching pieces. "You guys are worthy of calling yourselves warriors?"