The eternal night of Comoros was torn apart by golden spears of light.

The fleet array of the Iron Warriors Legion is like a great wall of steel that stretches across the void. The armor of each battleship is engraved with ancient battle scars and marks of glory.

They are not simple war machines, but messengers of destruction that have been tempered over thousands of years.

The sophisticated artillery array, the cold armored shell, the ruthless will to destroy, all of this exists only for today's judgment.

"Target locked." The fleet commander's voice echoed in the communication channel, calm and almost cold.

The next second, the entire universe seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then, there was a volley of light spears and macro cannons.

Tens of thousands of light spear cannon arrays lit up at the same time, and golden energy gathered in the muzzles, like countless miniature stars being born on the side of the battleship.

The Dark Eldar’s detection system was instantly overloaded. Before the alarm sounded, the glory of destruction had already arrived.

When the first spear of light pierced out, the entire shadow of Comoros trembled.

The light was too pure, too dazzling, as if the emperor's wrath had materialized into a holy sword that pierced through heaven and earth.

It easily tore through the void barrier surrounding Comoros, like a hot knife cutting through grease, without any resistance. Wherever the light spear passed, the light frigates of the Dark Eldar didn't even have time to explode, they were directly vaporized, leaving no wreckage behind.

Then the second, the third...

The salvos of light spears from the entire Iron Warriors fleet formed a golden rainstorm, and each beam hit the target accurately.

The defense platforms outside Comoros collapsed in the light. Those carefully arranged dark matter turrets, psychic jammers, and void minefields were wiped out like child's play in this round of salvos.

The Dark Eldar communication channel was filled with screams of terror:

"Our shields—"

"No! What is that—"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly--"

The last sound stopped abruptly because a capital ship of the conspiracy was hit by three light spears at the same time.

Its hull shattered like fragile glass. The Dark Eldar nobles inside didn't even have time to utter their final curse. The afterglow of the light spears had not yet dissipated when the second round of attacks from the Iron Warriors had already arrived.

The macro cannon array began to roar.

The caliber of these huge cannons is enough to accommodate an entire company of Space Marines. Their shells are not simple explosives, but seeds of destruction blessed by the Mechanicus.

Each of these bullets contains an antimatter core. Once detonated, it is enough to completely annihilate all matter within a radius of millions of kilometers at the atomic level.

"Reloading completed." The gunner's voice was cold and precise.

"volley."

"boom------"

The sound of the first round of macro-cannon fire even exceeded the limitations of the laws of physics, and the shock wave formed ripples visible to the naked eye in the void.

The shells drew a deadly trajectory, pouring down on the surface of Comoros like a meteor shower of steel and fire.

The towering spires bear the brunt of the impact.

These buildings, symbolizing the eternal rule of the Dark Eldar, are as fragile as sand castles in front of the macro cannons.

When the first shell hit the base of the tower, the entire building began to tilt and the obsidian exterior walls cracked like fragile pottery.

The second shell penetrated the tower directly, cutting it in half.

The third shell exploded on top of the tower, turning this dark monument that had stood for ten thousand years into flying rubble.

And this is just the end of one tower.

The entire surface of Comoros was shaking, as if a dying beast was convulsing in the artillery fire.

Millions of spires collapsed at the same time, their debris crashing into the crowded city below, causing even greater destruction.

The Dark Eldar’s noble quarters, slave market, and Temple of Pain.

These buildings, symbols of corruption and tyranny, are now reduced to ruins under the fire of the Iron Warriors.

The Comoros spaceport was in complete chaos.

Countless Dark Eldar warships attempted to take off and fight, but their fate was already sealed.

The Iron Warriors and the escort fleets of countless legions had already blocked all possible breakout routes, and light spears and torpedoes were intertwined into a large web of death.

A Conspiracy cruiser that had just taken off was hit by two torpedoes in its engine at the same time. A strange purple flame spewed out of its tail and then began to spin uncontrollably.

The captain frantically barked orders, trying to steady the ship, but it was too late.

The third torpedo ripped right through the bridge, turning this graceful and deadly warship into a swelling ball of fire.

The situation on the surface below was equally tragic.

The Dark Eldar warriors, those cruel killers who once took pleasure in torturing others, are now facing the end they fear most, which is pure destruction without art.

A carnival group of the Witch Spirit Cult was running wildly on the street, their gorgeous armor was stained with the blood of slaves.

But the next second, a macro cannon shell hit directly in the center of the square.

The shock wave of the explosion tore their slender bodies into pieces. The agility and grace that they were so proud of were meaningless in the face of pure violence.

Further away, a pirate fleet that had just returned from a looting operation attempted to break through from the flank.

Their captain was one of the most notorious villains in the Comoros, having flayed the skin of tens of thousands of slaves with his own hands.

But today, his end was just a shot from the secondary gun of the "Blood of Iron".

The beam of light evaporated him and his flagship into powder.

Behind countless fleets, millions of Space Marines stood silently in their respective assault boats.

They could see the destruction outside through the portholes, seeing Commorragh burning, the Dark Eldar wailing, and the Imperial artillery fire cleaning the cancer of the galaxy. But their time had not yet come.

"Patience." The voices of the Chapter Masters echoed through the communicators. "Let the artillery fire first offer a sacrifice to the Emperor."

A Blood Angel recruit could not help but clench his fists, and his power armor servo system made a slight hum due to excessive force.

Through the porthole he saw a huge temple of pain collapsing in the gunfire, the instruments of torture once used to torture innocent people now buried with their makers.

"For the souls they tortured," he whispered, his eyes burning with vengeance.

"For the Emperor." The old soldier beside him responded, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of thousands of years of fighting.

Deep in Commorragh, Asdubal Victor stood in his throne room, with a holographic projection showing the destruction of the outside world.

His fingers twitched involuntarily.

This is impossible.

This should not happen.

Commorra is eternal and invincible. The Dark Eldar have ruled this Webway city for tens of thousands of years, repelling countless invasions. They...

A macrocannon shell hit the spire above the throne room directly.

The entire building shook violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the obsidian ceiling.

Victor staggered, but quickly regained his balance.

There was a mad light flashing in his eyes, but underneath this madness was a "fear" that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Everyone prepare to land! Get ready for battle!"

Abaddon's voice exploded in the communication channel, piercing through the roar of artillery fire like thunder.

He stood in front of the hatch of the landing capsule, his Gastlin Terminator armor gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the flickering firelight.

The heavy armor is covered with ancient battle scars, and every scratch tells of the glory of the conquest.

His power claws opened slightly, and the energy field emitted a low hum, as if a hungry beast was waiting for its prey to appear.

Behind him, hundreds of Terminators from the Luna Wolves' First Company stood silently.

These battle-hardened veterans stood motionless like sculptures, with only the flashing scarlet light in their helmet visors revealing their suppressed murderous intent.

There were constant vibrations coming from the bulkheads; it was the Imperial fleet using macro cannons and light spears to clear the way for the landing troops.

Every explosion caused the lighting tubes in the cabin to flicker slightly, casting flickering shadows on the soldiers' armor.

"For the Father of Genes!" Abaddon suddenly raised his power claws high, his voice like a war roar.

"For the Moon Wolf!" Hundreds of voices responded at the same time, and the sound waves almost blew off the roof of the cabin.

The Terminators beat their chest armor with their power gloves. The sound of metal collision echoed in the enclosed space like a death drumbeat before a battle.

In orbit, Horus stood on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, his pupils reflecting the flickering lights on the tactical hologram.

His face was as cold as a marble sculpture, but the anger burning in his eyes was enough to melt steel.

"Begin the landing after the 15th wave of bombing is over." His voice was low and majestic, "Arrange the Imperial Navy Air Force, Astra Militarum and Battle Robot Forces to advance simultaneously."

At the moment the order was given, the bridge suddenly shook violently.

On the hologram, the logos of the three Moon-class cruisers suddenly turned into a dazzling red. They were hit by Comoros' anti-aircraft fire and exploded into gorgeous fireballs in the void.

"Keep moving forward." Horus didn't even frown, "Don't give these aliens a chance to breathe."

His order was quickly executed. Hundreds of thousands of landing craft were released from the belly of the mother ship and swarmed towards the surface of the Comoros.

Mixed among them are thousands of airdrop pods - these metal coffins will smash into the enemy positions at the speed of a meteorite, opening up landing sites for follow-up troops.

Abaddon felt gravity suddenly disappear, followed by a violent tremor.

The drop capsule was breaking through the thin atmosphere of Comoros, and the outer wall turned red due to friction.

The stabilizers in the cabin made a shrill scream, but he and his soldiers did not move at all, because they had experienced worse airborne drops than this.

"30 seconds!" the technical sergeant's voice sounded in the communicator.

Abaddon took a deep breath and smelled the scent of pre-burners and heating metal.

His heartbeat was steady and strong, and his genetically enhanced body was ready for killing.

"boom!"

The airdrop pod smashed into the ground with destructive kinetic energy, and the shock wave directly turned more than a dozen Dark Eldar warriors around it into meat paste.

The moment the hatch exploded, Abaddon was the first to rush out. He swept his power claws across, and the three witch dancers who tried to get close were instantly turned into a pile of minced meat.

"Establish a defense line! Clear the landing area for follow-up troops!"

The Terminators quickly deployed their formations, and the roars of grenade launchers rang out one after another.

Their firepower is accurate and deadly, and every explosive shell can take the life of an enemy.

The speed that the Dark Eldar were proud of had no advantage in front of these battle-hardened veterans. The warriors of the Luna Wolves, who had undergone surgical enhancements, had already predicted their every evasive move.

As the landing site became more stable, heavy equipment began to arrive.

The ground was shaking as hundreds of raider tanks slowly rolled out from the belly of the transport ship.

The side armor of these steel behemoths was painted with the wolf-head emblem of the Luna Wolf, and their main guns glowed coldly under the light of the artillery fire.

When the first raider's engines roared, the nearby Dark Eldar involuntarily took a step back.

"Open fire," the tank commander ordered briefly.

The roar of the main gun salvo was like thunder. High-explosive shells landed on the distant Cabal positions, sending those exquisite and twistedly decorated dark matter turrets and their operators into the sky.

The secondary guns began to clear out the nearby infantry. The barrage of automatic guns was like the scythe of the god of death, leaving only mutilated corpses wherever they passed.

Further to the rear, armored columns of Land Raiders and Land Crusaders were advancing.

These mobile fortress-like vehicles provided perfect cover for the infantry, their multi-linked laser cannons firing continuously, vaporizing any Dark Eldar commandos that attempted to outflank them.

"A-99 Company in position."

A mechanical voice came from the communicator. Abaddon turned his head and saw a mixed force of clone soldiers and battle droids advancing from the flank.

These warriors from the Star Wars world are dressed in white phase armor, armed with blaster rifles, and advance in textbook tactical formations.

"Cover them and take the eastern high ground." Abaddon ordered.

Three AT-TE walkers trudged onto the battlefield, their heavy artillery providing critical fire support for the clone troops.

At the same time, tens of thousands of B2 super battle robots formed a steel torrent, their red optical sensors flashing in the smoke and dust, like demons crawling out of hell.

"For the Emperor!" A clone commander raised his weapon high and led his troops in a charge.

"For the Emperor!" the Space Marines responded, and the two torrents merged together and crushed towards the last line of defense of the Dark Eldar.

As the troops advanced into the city center, the fighting became more brutal. The narrow streets limited the use of heavy equipment, and both sides had to engage in brutal street fighting.

Abaddon led a team of Terminators into a Temple of Pain.

There were tens of millions of human corpses hanging in the hall, some of them were still twitching. The Dark Eldar used drugs to keep them awake so that they could better enjoy the pleasure of torture.

"Purify this place." Abaddon's voice was as cold as ice.

The roar of the grenade launchers echoed through the halls, each bullet carrying the fury of vengeance.

The Terminators used their power fists to smash the torture devices one by one, turning the blood-stained instruments into scrap metal.

Deep within the temple, they encountered the most elite warriors of the Cabal.

These dark elf nobles wore finely crafted armor, and the poisonous blades in their hands flashed with strange light.

"Aliens, feel the fear." Abaddon grinned and activated the energy field of the power claw.

The battle was brief and bloody. The Terminators crushed the enemy's defenses with overwhelming force, and Abaddon tore open the chest of the Kabal Archon with his own hands, crushing the still-beating heart into pulp.