The spires of Comoros pierced the dark sky, like countless poisoned daggers hanging upside down in the void.

At the very top of the city, the halls of conspiracy are filled with a decadent smell mixed with spice and blood.

Purple psychic flames flickered on the suspended candlesticks, casting distorted shadows on the walls inlaid with tormented souls.

The executive officers of the Black Heart Conspiracy stood quietly on both sides, their figures like ghosts in the dim light.

Some wear robes sewn from the skin of screamers, while others wear finely forged shadow armor, every pattern of which is soaked in the art of treachery and murder.

But at this moment, these once arrogant conspirators remained unusually silent, even breathing lightly, because the figure on the throne was angry.

Asdubal Victor's fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the obsidian throne, and each tap was like the countdown of a death knell.

His armor was as black as eternal night, with faint psychic runes flowing on its surface, as if countless tortured souls were trapped within.

His face was hidden in the shadows, only his eyes, cold and sharp, like two poisoned daggers, slowly swept over everyone present.

"Tell me." His voice was low and smooth, like silk wrapping around a knife blade. "What is going on?"

No one dared to answer immediately.

Victor stood up slowly, and the joints of his armor made a slight hum.

He walked down the steps of the throne, and the soles of his boots made a crisp crunching sound on the ground paved with the skulls of the captives.

"According to common sense -" he continued, his tone was dangerously soft, "the probability of Comoros being invaded is very small. Even if there are fools who dare to set foot here, they deserve to wail and die in a dark corner, not like now -"

His voice suddenly rose, like the hissing of a poisonous snake.

"——throwing chaos into the entire city!"

The last sentence exploded in the hall, and psychic flames surged, reflecting the tense faces of the executive officers.

The last sentence exploded in the hall, and psychic flames surged, reflecting the tense faces of the executive officers.

A high-ranking member of the conspiracy in a purple-black robe bowed slightly. His voice was cautious and respectful: "Great Victor, we have deployed additional hunter teams to all major areas, but the enemy seems to be-"

"Seems what?" Victor interrupted him with a cruel smile on his lips.

The executive officer swallowed his saliva and continued, "They...seemed to know our deployment very well. Every encirclement and suppression was avoided in advance, and we were even ambushed."

Victor did not respond immediately, but walked slowly towards the holographic projection table in the center of the hall. A three-dimensional map of Comoros was suspended above it, with dozens of areas flashing scarlet dots - each representing an attack, a massacre.

His fingertips lightly stroked the projection and paused at a certain point.

"Here, the guards of the third slave block were all torn to pieces. The method was clean and neat, without any unnecessary torture."

He pointed to another place.

"Here, a squad of witch dancers was annihilated, their bodies neatly cut in half, like some kind of... ritual."

He glanced at everyone, the coldness in his eyes almost freezing into ice.

"These are not ordinary invaders, but a well-trained killing machine."

Victor's brain was working rapidly, and countless possibilities were disassembled and reassembled in his mind palace.

He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything, and the pleasure of manipulating others in the palm of his hand - but at this moment, he smelled a long-lost excitement.

Someone is challenging his authority. Someone is better at sneaking and hunting than he is in the shadows of Comoros.

This made him angry and happy. He liked to do all kinds of bad things and watched his enemies struggle in despair, but he liked the feeling of meeting a worthy opponent even more.

"Mobilize all available forces." He finally spoke, his voice regaining its former elegance and coldness. "Block the lower webway and activate the pain engine. I want to turn the entire city into a cage."

He paused, a gleam of cruel amusement in his eyes.

Before Evelyne became the chosen one of the God of Death and wreaked havoc in Comoros and escaped unscathed from his various revenges and pursuits, no one had ever dared to provoke them like this.

"Send my 'messenger'."

Hearing the name of this "messenger", several executive officers tensed up unconsciously.

The so-called "Envoys" are Vect's personal executioners, a group of twisted monsters who enjoy torture. They never appear in public because even the Dark Eldar fear their existence.

"Tell them -" Victor whispered, "You can enjoy your prey, but you must leave a breath and bring it to me."

He turned and walked back to the throne, his slender fingers gently stroking the wailing face inlaid on the armrest.

"I will personally...welcome our guests."

The executive officers bowed their heads, accepted the order, and quickly withdrew. Victor was the only one left in the hall, his figure elongated under the reflection of the psychic flames, like a spreading darkness.

He laughed softly.

"Come on, let me see...how long you can escape."

Outside the minaret of Comoros, the whole city was seething. The hunt had begun.

As soon as Victor's voice fell, the darkness of the entire Comoros was suddenly torn apart.

A blinding golden light poured down from the sky, like a sword of judgment sent down by the Divine Emperor, instantly piercing through the curtain of eternal night.

The light was so dazzling and so pure that the Dark Eldar, who were accustomed to eternal darkness, screamed in pain.

They shielded their eyes with their slender fingers, but they were still burning with tears.

“This is impossible—” one of the Kabal Archons hissed, a sound of terror emanating from his shrill throat.

But what’s even more terrifying is yet to come.

Above the boundless dark sky of Comoros, warships slowly emerged one after another.

They are not physical entities, but are made of pure golden psychic energy, with eternal holy flames burning on their hulls. The outline of each warship is clearly discernible.

That is the greatest battleship style of the Human Empire. Those legendary ships that had long since perished in the flames of war for thousands of years have now reappeared in the world in the form of psychic energy.

Even more terrifying were the crew members standing on the deck.

They were all burning skeletons.

These skeleton warriors dressed in imperial uniforms stood silently on the bridge, with golden flames leaping in their empty eye sockets.

Their bones were wrapped in holy spiritual energy; every rib and every finger bone was burning, but there was no sign of turning into ashes.

It is a flame that symbolizes endless revenge and the Emperor's eternal wrath against betrayers.

At the front of the fleet, a golden flagship that was larger than any other warship slowly descended.

A roaring lion is carved on its bow, with dazzling golden light bursting from the lion's eyes.

"People from the Human Empire..." Victor's voice wavered for the first time. His slender fingers tightened unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The flagship's hatch burst open.

A golden figure fell from the sky and landed on the tallest spire in Comoros like a meteorite.

The entire building shook from the blow, and countless cracks appeared on the obsidian floor.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the figure slowly straightened up.

He was three meters tall, and his entire body was covered in golden armor carved with lion patterns.

Golden psychic flames continued to overflow from the gaps in the armor, wrapping around his tall body like a living thing.

In his left arm he holds a massive shield with the Imperial Eagle carved on it, and in his right hand he holds a hammer wrapped in lightning.

The most frightening thing was his face - it was a burning skeleton.

In the hollow eye sockets leaped golden flames brighter than the sun, and as the lower jaw opened and closed, a deep, thunderous voice resounded throughout Comoros.

"In the name of the God-Emperor, the time of judgment has come."

Kharn, the pride of the World Eaters, is now the eternal warrior of the Bound Legion.

Khârn raised his hammer high into the air.

In an instant, countless golden lights poured down from the fleet.

Every ray of golden light turned into a burning skeleton warrior after landing.

Some of them wore the power armor of Space Marines, some wore the uniforms of the Imperial Guard, and there were even tech-priests wearing the red robes of the Mechanicus.

But without exception, they were all burning.

"For the Emperor!" Kahn's roar was like thunder.

"For the Emperor!" The response of thousands of cursed warriors shook the heavens and the earth.

The first wave of attack began.

Khârn led the way, his hammer carrying the force of thunder and smashing at the nearest cabal warrior.

The dark elf didn't even have time to scream before he turned into ashes in the golden lightning.

The shield swept across, and the three witch dancers were knocked away like rags. Their slender bodies began to burn in mid-air, and when they landed on the ground, they were just a pile of charred bones.

Behind him, the cursed warriors surged towards the Dark Eldar defenses like a tide.

These burning skeletons had no idea what fear was. The poisonous blades that the Dark Eldar were most proud of pierced their bones, but could not stop them from moving forward.

A cursed warrior whose sternum was pierced even grabbed the enemy's arm with laughter and smashed his head with his burning skull.

"What kind of monsters are these?!" a Cabal Archon screamed and stepped back.

His guards were melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those burning skeletons were simply unkillable!

Victor stood on a high place, the massacre reflected in his cold eyes.

"How is it possible? How could such a problem occur in Comoros..."

But how could the black-hearted king sit still and wait for death?

"Start the pain engine!" he shouted, "Release all the slaves! Let them serve as human shields!"

His order was quickly executed. From deep within Comoros, a mechanical roar was heard, and countless cages opened automatically. Slaves who had been tortured beyond recognition walked out of their cages in a daze.

But what happened next made Victor feel real fear for the first time.

After seeing the Cursed Legion, the slaves fell to their knees.

They stretched out their scarred arms and cried out the name of the Emperor with tears in their eyes.

What's even more terrifying is that the bodies of some slaves began to glow, and their wounds healed in the golden light!

"No... this can't be possible..." Victor muttered.

On the other side, Kahn had already reached the city center.

Every swing of his hammer was accompanied by the sound of thunder, and every block with his shield would burst out with dazzling golden light.

The Dark Eldar's finest troops fell like straw before him.

A Dark Eldar attempted a sneak attack from behind, his poison-coated blade inches away from Khârn's neck.

Kahn didn't even look back.

His shield suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, and the Messenger of Joy let out a shrill scream in the light.

When the light faded, all that was left was a kneeling skeleton, with golden flames wrapped around its bones.

"Filthy aliens!" Kahn's roar resounded through the sky, "Come out and die!"

The entire Comoros fell into unprecedented chaos.

The Dark Eldar discovered to their horror that their best ambush tactics were useless against these burning skeletons.

The cursed warriors seemed to be able to predict every sneak attack, their weapons would melt when they came into contact with the golden flames, and the speed that the Dark Eldar were most proud of seemed so ridiculous in front of these undead warriors.

What's even more terrifying is that the rescued slaves are joining the ranks of the Cursed Legion.

A faint golden light also began to emerge from their bodies. Although not as dazzling as the cursed warriors, it was enough to make the Dark Eldar's weapons ineffective.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat to the core area!" Victor finally issued the most humiliating order in his life.

But would Kahn let him have his way?

"For the Emperor! For revenge!" Kahn raised his hammer high, and more cursed warriors emerged from the golden light.

At this moment, the dark sky of Comoros was completely torn apart.

The golden light of the Cursed Legion has not yet faded, and a more terrifying shadow has already descended.

The massive fleets of eight Space Marine Legions pierced the Webway like a divine punishment, each legion bringing with it a terrifying force capable of destroying a galaxy.

They emerged from the void, the roar of their engines was like thunder, and the outlines of the warships blocked out the sky, as if they were going to crush the entire Comoros under the iron hoof of the empire.

The Luna Wolves' flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, was the first to leap out of the warp. Its pitch-black hull was covered with ancient battle scars, and its appearance distorted the surrounding reality structure.

Following closely behind was the "Red Tear" of the Blood Angels Legion. This blood-red giant ship was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, its engine spewing out streams of blazing plasma, like the flaming wings of an angel spread out. Wherever it passed, the light ships of the Dark Eldar evaporated in the high temperature.

Next came the Imperial Fists' "Eternal Crusade," which was like a mobile fortress, its golden armor shining with golden light.

Following behind were the Iron Warriors' Blood of Steel, the Ultramarines' Macragge's Glory, the Desert Warriors' Sand Lurker, the White Scars' Bladestorm, and the Word Bearers' Law of Faith.

Eight legions, tens of thousands of warships, they have only one goal, and that is to completely wipe out Comoros from the galaxy.