The ruins of Comoros trembled in the artillery fire, and the broken obsidian ground reflected the scarlet flames.

General Grievous stood on the turret of an ATT main battle tank, his four mechanical eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

His respirator hissed and his mechanical joints hummed with every slight movement.

"This is Grievous. We are moving forward." His voice came through the communicator, with a metallic texture and cold murderous intent.

Millions of combat robots formed a torrent of steel that advanced through the ruins. The B1 robots marched in unison, their optical sensors flashing a monotonous red light.

The B2 super battle robots guarded the flanks like mobile fortresses.

Destroyer robots moved through the ruins, their triple blasters spinning constantly, ready to tear apart any enemies that appeared. Huge ATT tanks rolled over the ruins, and every roar of the heavy artillery shook the entire area.

"I think we're about to be attacked." A B1 robot suddenly stopped and its mechanical head turned left and right.

"Yes, this is a good place for an ambush..." Just as another B1 raised its blaster rifle, a purple beam suddenly shot out from the depths of the ruins and pierced its head accurately.

The darkness surged like a tide.

The screams of dozens of raider motorcycle engines cut through the battlefield, and Dark Eldar guerrilla squads rushed out from all directions.

These elegant killers control the hoverbike with one hand, while the poison crystal weapon in the other hand spews out deadly purple light.

A combat robot fell with every burst of fire. The armor of the B2 combat robot was as thin as paper in front of the special poison crystal bullets, and the parts that were hit were immediately corroded with holes as big as bowls.

"Attack their flanks! Destroy their tanks!" a Dark Eldar commander wearing a skull mask screamed.

His Raider motorcycle drifted, and the poison crystal spear accurately pierced into the observation slit of an ATT tank, and the combat robot driver inside instantly turned into a ball of liquid.

Grievous calmly observed the battlefield, looking for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

"All units, concentrate your fire." His voice was like sandpaper. "Don't leave any alive."

Just as the battle robots adjusted their formation, the real nightmare began.

Dozens of dark shadows separated from the shadows of the ruins, so fast that they left afterimages on the retina.

That was the Nightmare Squad, Comoros' most elite killing unit, whose every member had experienced thousands of massacres.

"For eternal pain!" The leading nightmare warrior let out a shrill scream. His jet-black armor was engraved with painful runes, and the double-edged scythe in his hands danced into a whirlwind of death.

In the first wave of contact, thousands of B1 robots were turned into parts.

The Nightmare Warrior's movements were incredibly fast, and every swing of his scythe created a string of explosive sparks.

A B2 super battle robot had just raised its blaster cannon when it was somersaulted over by the Nightmare Warrior, whose scythe pierced into its back and accurately destroyed its core energy source.

"Run them over! They're not even as good as my targets." A member of the Nightmare team grinned. He inserted his fingers directly into the facial sensor of a BX combat robot and crushed its head into scrap metal with a light pinch.

The blaster beam passed by him but didn't even touch his cape.

The other nightmare warriors are even more terrifying.

They didn't use any weapons at all, but just used their physical strength to tear open the side armor of an ATT tank.

The combat robot driver inside didn't even have time to scream before he was torn in half with his bare hands.

Grievous's mechanical pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"Interesting." He slowly pulled out four lightsabers, "Finally, a decent opponent."

The loss figures of combat robots jumped wildly on the tactical screen.

Three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand...

Wherever the Nightmare Squad passed, the ground was covered with metal debris.

But Grievous remained unfazed, his mechanical heart pumping coolant steadily.

Because for every combat robot that falls, a hundred more are airdropped from transport ships.

"Keep pushing forward," Grievous' voice spread across the army. "Overwhelm them with numbers."

These Nightmare Squads soon discovered something was wrong.

The more they killed, the more enemies came.

The B1 robots moved forward fearlessly, using their bodies to limit their movement space.

The B2 robots fired at them at all costs, forcing them to expend their energy to dodge; the Destroyer robots were even more insidious, specifically firing when their old strength was exhausted and new strength was yet to come.

"These damn iron lumps!" The leading Nightmare Warrior chopped down three B1s with his sickle, only to find that five more had filled the gaps.

His scythe had become hot from the continuous killing, and his black armor was covered with burn marks from the blasting energy beams.

A member of the Nightmare team had just crushed the head of a BX when he was suddenly hit by dozens of blaster beams at the same time.

His armor finally reached its limit and exploded in a blinding red light.

"No!"

Another Nightmare Warrior roared with unwillingness, his fists already covered with metal debris.

The main gun of an ATT tank suddenly opened fire, and the super-caliber shell hit him directly in the chest, blowing him into the air.

Before he even landed, twenty B2 blaster cannons had already locked onto his trajectory.

Purple blood fell like raindrops.

In that endless sea of ​​battle robots, even such an elite Nightmare Squad seemed so small and powerless.

"Come! Come!" His roar echoed in this metal world, as if it was the final provocation to the endless enemies.

The last member of the Nightmare Squad was alone, surrounded by countless combat robots.

He held the two swords tightly in his hands and swung them wildly. Every blow accurately hit the surrounding combat robots, turning them into a pile of scrap metal in an instant.

However, the number of combat robots continued to surge in like a tide, and no matter how hard he hacked and killed, he could not stop them from approaching.

"Come on! Iron Shell! Come on!" His voice was hoarse, but still full of indomitable spirit and anger.

Despite his great strength, his resistance was ultimately futile in the face of this endless enemy.

In the end, he was pushed to the ground by numerous combat robots and lost the ability to fight back.

Hundreds of blasters were pointed at him at the same time, their muzzles flashing deadly light. In an instant, countless energy beams poured down like a rainstorm, hitting his back hard.

His body trembled violently under the fierce attack. Each beam of light brought him great pain. He screamed and struggled at the same time.

With the last beam of light hitting him, his body was finally unable to withstand such a huge energy impact and was instantly evaporated without a trace, leaving only a piece of charred land.

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In the deepest reaches of Comoros, the obsidian throne room is filled with a decadent smell mixed with blood and spices.

Victor leaned on the throne, tapping the armrests lightly with his pale, slender fingers, and each tap was like the countdown of a death knell.

The servant knelt at his feet, reporting the battle situation in a trembling voice, cold sweat streaming down his temple and dripping onto the ground inlaid with gems of pain.

"Sir, the seventh, ninth, and eleventh module cities have fallen, and the enemy is advancing towards the core area." The servant's Adam's apple rolled, "The scale of this attack far exceeded expectations. It is conservatively estimated that the enemy has deployed at least 10 million warships, and-"

Victor suddenly raised his hand, and the servant's voice stopped abruptly.

The Blackheart King's mouth curled up in a cruel arc, and his fingertips were playing with a dagger filled with neurotoxin.

The sharp edge of the blade glowed with a cold purple light under the dim psychic torch. A drop of dark green venom slowly slid down the tip of the blade, corroding a hissing hole in the ground.

“Shh—”

Victor placed his pale fingers against his bloodless lips, and this simple action caused the temperature in the entire throne room to drop sharply.

The servants immediately held their breath and tried their best to suppress their heartbeats - they knew the meaning of this gesture too well. The last person who dared to speak after Victor made this move was now hanging on the Spire of Pain and wailing.

"Use the black hole launcher." Victor's voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, but it sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard it. "See how many times their warships can withstand being swallowed by a black hole."

In the outer orbit of Comoros, three pyramid-shaped black hole generators began to charge.

The surfaces of these ancient relics are covered with forbidden runes, and they are now greedily sucking the surrounding space structure.

When the first black hole was ejected, the light in the entire universe was distorted.

The first few warships in the front of the Imperial fleet were the first to suffer.

The void shield of a moon-class cruiser was like thin paper in front of the black hole, and the hull was torn and stretched by the invisible force.

The sailors on the deck didn't even have time to scream before they were torn into molecular pieces by the tidal force.

The black hole continued to expand, swallowing three more frigates. Finally, after swallowing the twelfth battleship, it reached a critical point and turned into a ball of brilliant light and dissipated.

"The second shot is ready." The Dark Eldar technician's voice was filled with morbid excitement.

This time, the black hole bloomed directly in the center of the Imperial Fleet.

Five battleships, twenty cruisers and countless escort boats were caught in the distorted space structure, and their metal hulls were stretched into long and thin noodles like plasticine.

The engine of a transport ship that tried to escape overloaded, but was captured by the event horizon when it was about to break away. The stern of the ship disappeared first, then the middle, and finally the officers and soldiers on the bridge watched their bodies being stretched into infinitely long thin lines.

On the Thousand Sons flagship "Light", Magnus suddenly opened his eyes.

His psychic perception penetrated the void and saw the twisted singularity that was devouring the imperial soldiers.

The Primarch's face was twisted with rage, his long red hair fluttered in the wind, and psychic flames billowed around his body.

“Alien.”

Magnus took a step as fast as lightning, crossed the endless space in an instant, and appeared directly in the vacuum of the universe.

His body, blessed by powerful spiritual energy, looked unusually tall and majestic, like an unshakable mountain. His pupils shone with a light brighter than a star, and that light was like a burning flame, seemingly able to penetrate the darkness of the universe.

Although the gravity of the black hole is extremely strong, it is as insignificant to Magnus as a breeze. Instead, the starlight around him begins to bend towards him, as if he is the center of the universe and all light is attracted to him.

Magnus's red pupils reflected the twisting void clearly. He did not observe with his naked eyes, but used the unique perception of a psychic to understand the mystery of the void.

In his vision, the black hole that was raging in the center of the Imperial Fleet was like a greedy beast, tearing at steel and flesh with its fangs and claws. It devoured everything mercilessly, dragging the warships into the endless dark abyss.

Magnus could truly feel the final fear of the sailors on each devoured warship. Their despair and helplessness were infinitely magnified in his psychic perception.

He could even hear their silent screams as they were torn apart by tidal forces, and the sound echoed in his mind, making his rage even more intense.

Anger towards the aliens boiled in his chest like a volcanic eruption, his breathing became rapid, and a powerful force surged in his body.

His armor emitted a halo of psychic energy in the vacuum, and that halo was like a burning flame, enveloping his entire body.

His long hair danced like flames, and every strand was pulsating with the energy of the warp.

The gravity of the black hole began to pull at his body, but it was unable to shake even a piece of armor.

“Pathetic creature.”

He raised his right hand with his five fingers spread out.

In an instant, the physical laws of the entire universe began to distort.

His psychic power cut into the event horizon of the black hole like a scalpel, forcibly rewriting its gravitational constant.

Cracks appeared in the originally perfectly closed space-time curvature, like broken black glass.

Then, Magnus' fingers slightly closed together, and a red light burst out from the cracks.

The high-energy particle flow inside the black hole was forcibly "pulled" out, forming an energy waterfall spanning several light years in space.

With a sharp scream that only psychics could hear, the black hole was completely "flattened".

Its existence was physically erased, like chalk writing being wiped off a blackboard, and the entire process took no more than three heartbeats.

Magnus turned his gaze towards the modular city that emitted the black hole.

His psychic vision penetrated the armor and shields, and he saw the Dark Eldar reveling inside.

Those slender figures were toasting to their "victories" and taking pleasure in torturing slaves.

One consul even showed off the identification code of a devoured warship as a trophy.

The rage caused Magnus' psychic entity to begin to distort, and psychic energy surged towards that side like a wave.

I saw that the atomic structure of every inch of metal in the modular city where the Dark Eldar were located began to vibrate.

The silicon bonds of the obsidian wall broke and turned into quicksand-like powder. Countless machines were forcibly dismantled, bursting out with light comparable to that of a supernova.

The entire city, with a diameter of tens of light years, is like clay being kneaded by invisible hands.

Spires fell like stalks, hoverfortresses burst like bubbles, and millions of Dark Eldar were vaporized before they knew they were dead.