Chapter 838 Raid on Commorragh (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
The carnival celebrating the world being saved from destruction lasted for three full days in the West Coast Empire and even the entire Faerûn continent, and then began to fade away.
Following this, historians announced that this year would be officially named the "Year of the Serpent" to commemorate the panic and despair that Dendel brought to the entire world.
Similarly, this ancient evil that originally existed only in myths and legends has officially entered the sight of mortals, and triggered extensive discussions and research.
There are even some crazy mages who travel to the gray wilderness through interdimensional teleportation, eager to obtain more powerful power from the nightmare snake, or to unlock the ability to create nightmares that even gods are not immune to.
After all, although the population of Faerun is not large, it has never lacked careerists, geniuses and lunatics.
They regard the gods as objects that can be surpassed sooner or later, and regard demons, devils and angels as stepping stones on their way forward. What's more, they will enslave djinn, dragons and giants. Such creatures with powerful magical power and intelligent minds.
For these guys, the only thing Zuo Si can do is to wish the giant snake a good mood when they find Dandel.
Otherwise, there is a high probability that it will be swallowed and the body and soul will completely disappear.
Because the soul eaten by the Nightmare Serpent is the same as another ancient evil, the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif, it is a bit like being erased from the root, and even powerful divine power cannot resurrect it.
At this moment, Zuo Si was sitting in the garden of Calimport Palace, drinking tea leisurely and looking through the information sent by various agencies under his command with great interest. After several minutes, he raised his head and asked who was sitting there. The goddess of wealth across the table: "Do you plan to continue to expand the scope and number of the trade alliance and bring the orcs into this system?"
Walkin nodded without thinking: "That's right.< br>
After all, wealth is wealth, and there is no distinction between high and low.
As long as those orcs are willing to abandon their past robbery style to engage in production and create wealth, why shouldn't I accept them? >
You must know that the number of orcs in this world is not large at all, and the fertility rate is also ridiculously high
Even if only half of it is included, the scale will be millions or even tens of millions in the future.
They are not only qualified producers and workers, but they can also form a huge consumer market and provide amazing vitality to the overall economy.
What's more, my goal is to establish a super trade union spanning the continent of Faerûn and even the planet Toril, including all continents, countries, regions and races. "
"So you plan to follow other technologically advanced worlds and establish an economic alliance centered on a continent or planet? ”
Zuo Si was obviously aware of the goddess’s intentions and ambitions.
You must know that before the establishment of the West Coast Empire, the reason why Waking's influence and number of followers failed to increase was not because there was anything wrong with her teachings, but simply because the environment did not allow it.
Anyone with some common sense in history and economics knows that it was only after the earth entered modern capitalist society that money and wealth began to determine a person's power and status.
Before this, wealth was determined by power, or more bluntly, violence determined everything.
Whoever controls the most violence has the most power and can decide how to distribute wealth as they please.
As for businessmen, they are just a group of fattened pigs. No matter how much wealth they accumulate, they may be deprived of them overnight at any time.
Not only that!
Due to the short-sightedness, greed, and desperate pursuit of profit maximization of the business class, their image in the eyes of most people is generally not good.
Even if someone in power kills him, few people will sympathize. Maybe there will still be a lot of ordinary people who have been cheated by profiteers and applaud him, so they can only be deeply attached to those in power in exchange for political asylum. .
The result of this high degree of connection with politics is that when a politician falls, the businessmen who were protected by him will naturally be liquidated, and all the family assets that have been saved over generations will be wiped out. Become the opponent's trophy.
In this environment, people's desire for power and violence is far greater than wealth.
Therefore, there is a famous saying in the East: "Everything is inferior, but education is good." Because this is the only way to obtain power after establishing a mature bureaucracy and imperial examination system.
The West is a hereditary aristocratic lord system that is linked by sex, mother-child and blood. Each noble has complete political, judicial and military power in his own territory.
The common feature of both is that they suppress economic development and the circulation of goods to a certain extent, and at the same time make people realize that wealth is nothing in the face of real power.
In fact, before Zuo Si established the West Coast Empire and proposed the establishment of a commercial alliance, Faerûn was basically in this state.
A businessman starts from Kalingang in the south and takes the land route north. Along the way, he has to pass through several countries, countless regions, city-states and the lands of noble lords. Every time he passes by, he basically has to pay A one-time tariff or toll is also acceptable.
This amount of money alone is often worth several times or even more than ten times the value of the transported goods themselves.
This is why so many businessmen still choose the sea route instead of the land route, even though they know that the risk of taking the sea route is huge.
In addition, in order to avoid being robbed by bandits and monsters that may appear along the way, hiring insurance carriers and mercenaries for escort is also a considerable expense.
All the above costs will eventually be passed on to consumers together with profits.
This is why the southern region of Faerûn is obviously rich in spices, silk and other commodities, but when sold to a slightly northerly region, the value doubles, turning daily consumer goods into out-and-out luxuries.
Because the middle process was so exploitative, only a handful of nobles and wealthy businessmen could afford it.
Few people buying means low demand, and the production link as the source of supply cannot expand in scale. Ultimately, the entire economic cycle is like a pool of stagnant water, without much vitality at all.
In addition, due to social unrest and political instability, neither property nor life safety can be guaranteed.
In this way, it is strange that the influence of the goddess of wealth Waking is so great.
But now the situation is different.
As the West Coast Empire began to become a pole of Faerûn, the property and life safety of the people were fully guaranteed, and the status of merchants was also greatly enhanced. Even when you are rich enough to achieve a certain level, you can gain corresponding political status and social influence. The status of power and wealth in people's minds has begun to become more and more important.
In particular, the trade alliance solved issues such as tariffs, markets, and transportation, and also issued a unified currency with a fixed gold content, which immediately cleared the last obstacle to economic growth.
The threshold for businessmen to do business and the risks they need to bear have been greatly reduced, and the people have obtained cheaper and richer varieties of goods. The source of production has also continued to expand due to the increase in purchasing volume, creating employment.
Under such a virtuous cycle, the influence of Woking, the goddess of wealth, can continue to increase until she crosses the threshold of powerful divine power.
To be precise, the more developed, stable and affluent a society is, the more its followers will be.
On the other hand, if a society is turbulent and has frequent wars, its number of believers will be smaller.
After all, even life is at stake. Even if people want to get rich, they will not slowly accumulate and manage through normal business methods. Instead, they will choose to steal, rob, kill and buy goods.
At that time, the influence of gods such as Tempus, the god of war, Bane, the god of tyranny, and Musk, the god of thieves, will be infinitely amplified and become mainstream.
It is precisely because of the two basic foundations of the West Coast Empire and the Business Alliance that the goddess of wealth, Woking, has greater ambitions and desires to establish a world similar to the "globalization" of the earth that integrates production, transportation, and sales. An integrated huge supply chain system.
Not only that, she also wants to establish a unified market and currency, making herself a symbol of wealth recognized by all races and countries.
I have to say, this is indeed quite bold.
Because the current Faerûn continent is far from meeting the basic conditions for achieving this goal, whether in terms of population size or other aspects.
But Woking, the goddess of wealth, didn't think so. She stood up directly, opened her arms and said in a slightly excited tone: "Don't you think this is a great idea?
After all, nowadays We have achieved this on the west coast of Faerûn.
Especially the cheap and efficient airship, which has solved the biggest problem of trade from the root - transportation.
We don't even need to invest money to improve road conditions. By directly connecting all important towns, we can maximize the economic vitality of each region.
And it can also be used as a preferential condition to attract more cities to actively join the trade alliance.
In fact, I have asked my church to contact all the city-states in the Sea of Fallen Stars region, and many of the powerful nobles and leaders have shown strong interest in this proposal.
As long as a sufficient number of airships can be provided, it won't be long before they are like the city-states in the North, willing to surrender to you and the West Coast Empire one after another.
I guarantee that this will be a win-win cooperation for all three parties. ”
"Okay, in principle I agree to provide enough airships, but I'm afraid you and your church will have to solve the remaining problems yourself."
After thinking for a moment, Zuo Si chose to agree.
After all, even if this plan failed, there would be nothing to lose to him.
But if it succeeds, it will not only export the empire's bureaucracy and the ideology of monarchical dictatorship, but also cultivate a large number of local vested interest groups and comprador classes.
“That’s enough!”
Strong confidence appeared on the face of Wojin, the goddess of wealth.
You must know that her time in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell was not in vain. She obtained a lot of information about economics, politics, and finance from many souls from other time, space, and universes. professional knowledge.
Right now, I am very motivated to make some big splash in Faerun, where business is still in a relatively primitive state.
But soon, Woking suddenly changed the topic and asked in an uncertain tone: "You seem to be very close to the dark girl Eilistraee recently?"
"Well, yes. It involves some internal struggles within the Dark Elf pantheon, and the possibility of big moves by Lolth."
Zuo Si didn't try to hide anything and gave the answer openly.
“Rose?”
There was a trace of doubt in Watkin’s eyes.
Because in her opinion, after the death of the Goddess of Night, no other gods would dare to jump out and cause trouble in a short period of time.
After all, according to the trial of the powerful Divine Power Council, Shar was required not to leave his country within a hundred years, let alone send an avatar or possess the planet Toril.
Such a severe punishment is enough to serve as a warning to most evil gods.
Zuo Si put down the empty teacup in his hand and explained with a smile: "This vicious and resentful goddess had actually planned to kill her son and daughter a long time ago in order to monopolize the dark elves. Faith is promoted to a powerful god.
From her recent series of abnormal actions, I have reason to suspect that this plan has been officially launched.
So I gave Eilistraee a little reminder.
Otherwise, with the innocence of the dark girl, it would be easy for her mother to kill her. ”
"So you plan to support Eilistraee to fight against Rose?"
The goddess of wealth instantly understood Zuo Si's plan.
"Almost.
Because of the bad relationship between me and the Spider Goddess, it is obviously not wise to let her become a powerful god.
What's more, this is also an elf. Lord God Corellon would like to see it.
Finally, don't you think Eilistraee is obviously much cuter than Rose? "
Zuo Si joked a few words in a joking tone.
At least in terms of welfare, the dark girl is much more "generous" than her mother.
I believe it is absolutely Most normal people would choose to stay with Eilistraee, who has a lively and cheerful personality, rather than with a moody and resentful woman who has unforgettable hatred and hostility towards men.
Hearing these words, Watking. He immediately laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! Rose would be furious if she found out you did this to her. ”
But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I never expected her to like me anyway."
"After solving the orc god system, do you have any plans or plans next? ?”
The goddess of wealth quickly stopped laughing, gently smoothed her long golden hair with her fingers, and looked interested.
“Nothing special. In other words, I don’t plan to target anyone in Toril in the short term, but will focus on maintaining the balance and stability in the country. But in another universe, I am brewing A big move was made."
While saying these words, a creepy red light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
"Oh, what is it? Do you need my help?"
Walkin leaned forward slightly, obviously very curious.
As one of the closest allies and collaborators, she has followed Zuo Si's footsteps to see other times, spaces and even the scenery of the universe.
Even faith has spread to thousands of material planes with the help of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell. It is no longer a simple Faerun god.
“No, no need to.
Because that universe is too dangerous for any entity that receives faith and worship.
Even I dare not enter easily, I can only create a shimmering oil clone.
If there is nothing else important, let’s stop today’s conversation.
I may have to be quiet for a while to digest the gains brought by this divine war. ”
After that, Zuo Si put on a posture of seeing off guests.
"Okay, then let me wish you success in advance for your big move."
Wojin, the goddess of wealth, immediately stood up, dragging her body probably weighing more than ten kilograms and covered with all kinds of gold and jewelry. The fluffy umbrella-shaped dress waiting for the decorations elegantly activates the teleportation magic and disappears in place.
To be honest, as a young goddess, Woking's incarnation is quite beautiful most of the time, but the "rich" and "nouveau riche"-like dress is really unflattering.
Whether it is the heavy decoration on the head, or the sparkling embellishments on the clothes that can blind people, or the belts, boots and cloaks made of pure gold, they all give people a unique look. A feeling of too much and not enough.
Zuo Si is a little confused. There are so many things in the world that can represent wealth, why did Wo Jin choose gold?
Is it just because gold serves as a general equivalent in most of the world?
But it didn’t matter if he couldn’t figure it out. He had no intention of delving into this issue, so he quickly summoned two capable men in the field of scientific research, Jinji Tasha and Vashtor.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, do you have any orders?" Jinji Tasha asked first.
"How are you preparing for the plan to hunt the Star God?"
Zuo Si bluntly stated what he was most concerned about at the moment.
Vashtor hurriedly answered: "According to your instructions, everything is done, whether it is weapons or energy.
There is also good news.
The Eldar Death Army The leader of Efreni has just assembled her army and is planning to launch a surprise attack on Commorragh, the capital of the Dark Eldar.
It won't be long before the key node at the hub of the subspace network. It will be yours
Then the Eldar, who have no protection from any god, will fall at your feet and pray for mercy, forgiveness and promises in the afterlife.
For this, they will be willing to sacrifice everything. "
"In that case, what are you waiting for? Let’s get started! I can't wait to harvest these souls that exude darkness, evil and depravity from the depths of their souls. "
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose crazily, revealing the Big Devil's iconic evil smile.
There is nothing in the entire multiverse that is more in line with the will of Bator's hell plane than the "black bean sprouts" of the Warhammer world. A race?
With their level of evil, one soul may be able to squeeze out the energy of hundreds or even thousands of evil souls of other races
On the one hand, they live long enough, and on the other hand, they spend a lot of time playing. Their cruelty and torture have been upgraded from pure violence and bloodthirsty to the level of art and spiritual pursuit.
So when these souls are squeezed out, the bodies will inevitably breed new and powerful types of devils.
In fact, a long time ago, Zuo Si was thinking about what form of devil he should shape the soul of the Dark Eldar into, and he already had several rough prototypes in his mind.
After all, this top-notch evil soul is too rare.
It is estimated that when they enter Baator Hell in large numbers, they will alert the devil king Asmodeus.
By then, he, the ace salesman, may have to refresh the historical record set by himself.
"As you wish, the great father of New Phyrexia." Vashtor put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then left with the help of magic and the connection with the cave tree. Phelan.
Just two or three seconds later, his highly recognizable figure appeared on a huge space battleship.
In an instant!
The surrounding Eldar operators and warriors subconsciously drew their weapons and aimed them at the intruder.
You must know that in this universe, anyone who can teleport and jump instantly in the sky is basically an extremely powerful psyker, or a demon from another space.
No matter which outcome it is, it will definitely be a disaster for the people on the spacecraft, and maybe the entire spacecraft will be slaughtered.
But as a demigod, Vashtor didn't pay any attention to this. He just glanced at it and disabled all the high-tech weapons in the opponent's hands, and then walked towards the direction of the command room. .
"Damn it! There is an intruder! Sound the alarm!"
A member of the Eldar Death Army shouted at the top of his lungs at his companions, and at the same time he drew out his melee combat and rushed forward, ready to fight.
Due to the development of military technology in the Warhammer universe, the "shield" is greater than the "sword". Therefore, many powerful energy weapons cannot penetrate various energy protection fields including void shields. Therefore, Equipped with melee weapons and rushing forward to engage in melee combat has become a practical tactic.
Including gang-hopping, charging, and hand-to-hand combat in the Human Empire, they are all extensions of this tactical thinking.
For the same reason, the Eldar actually like and are better at close combat than the Human Empire.
In order to enjoy the thrill and pleasure of killing, some Dark Eldar will deliberately fly through the enemy in a high-speed aircraft without wearing armor, and then tear or dismember them with melee weapons.
In just a few seconds, dozens of Eldar warriors rushed straight towards Vashtor, hoping to capture this strange and weird intruder.
But it is a pity that mortals like them are really not worth mentioning in front of demigods.
Especially the speed and agility that the Eldar are proud of, it is like slow motion in front of Vashtor. Before he can get close, the invisible force field spreads out and hits the alloy of the battleship hard. There was a loud bang on the wall, and he was immediately incapacitated.
"Stop him! Stop him quickly! Don't let this guy get close to the command room!"
The officers of the Death Army were obviously very nervous and kept shouting at their companions who came over after hearing the alarm. instruction.
Unfortunately, all these efforts are in vain.
Vashtor, who was originally a subspace demigod, had overwhelming power over these mortals, not to mention that he not only accepted the perfection of Shimmering Oil, but also used magic and other time and space technologies to He carried out large-scale modifications and upgrades on his own, and even incorporated many cell structures with the highest crystallization of genetic engineering into the metal body.
All these Eldar attacks are basically no different from tickling in his eyes.
Even if he was struck by those blades, it would only leave a white mark at best.
It will be completely repaired in just a few seconds.
In this way, despite the successive sieges of the Eldar, Vashtor finally opened the hatch and entered the core command room of the battleship.
All obstacles such as automatic turrets, mechanical equipment, isolation doors, etc. along the way were easily resolved.
After all, as the god of technology, creation and invention, it would be a really big joke if he was blocked by these things.
Fortunately, this misunderstanding and commotion came to an end soon with the appearance of Efrenie.
Without any nonsense, Vashtor directly issued Zuo Si's order to the nominal leader of the Death Army: "In the name of the father of the great New Phyrexia, I officially authorize you to attack Ke Moro launched a surprise attack."
"Now? But I obviously haven't received the message from the rear yet!"
Evelene frowned subconsciously.
You must know that before this, she had always been in contact with Shuoyou's clone, and believed that it was Zuo Si's true face, an existence similar to the Star God, but far more powerful than the Star God.
“Do you think what you see is the real father of New Phyrexia?”
Vashtor obviously knew what the Eldar woman in front of him wanted to express, An expression that looked like a smile but not a smile suddenly appeared.
"The real father of New Phyrexia? What does this mean? Could it be that what we saw before was just a stand-in or an incarnation or a clone?"
Evelene is worthy of being chosen by the Eldar God of Death. , I guessed the truth right away.
But even so, she was still shocked by the result of her guess.
After all, in the eyes of the outside world, the incarnation of Shimmering Oil alone is powerful and terrifying enough. At the same time, it has permanently changed the balance of subspace power, and established death bit by bit on the basis of the original chaos. The order of the world has also burned the flames of war in the real universe.
No matter from which aspect, this is a major event that can change the history of the Milky Way.
If there is an unfathomable terrifying existence behind the incarnation of Shuoyou, it would definitely be quite desperate for the civilization in this universe and galaxy.
“You have too many questions, dear Efrenie.
And now there is only one thing you need to know, and that is to take Como as quickly as possible Luo.
Otherwise you, the Death Army and even the entire Eldar race will face the saddest ending.
Remember, this is not a threat or intimidation, it is just a simple statement. "< br>
Vashtor bent down and stared at Efreni with his eyes that were shining with fire, making the latter suddenly feel an indescribable sense of oppression, and her whole body held her breath involuntarily.
Although Visage on the side pulled out his sword and wanted to step forward to help, he was stopped by the incarnation of death.
The two were in a stalemate like this for several minutes, until Efrenie's face began to turn red and purple due to suffocation, and Vashtor let go of the other person and said a few words when leaving.
"Take good care of it, because this is your last and only chance..."
As the huge figure disappeared from sight, Efreni finally emerged from that strange state. After recovering, he suddenly opened his mouth and breathed heavily, and he was soaked in sweat from head to toe in less than five seconds.
As a person who has experienced countless adventures and crises, this was the first time she felt the helplessness of having her life and death completely controlled by others.
It was as if Vashtor could make her stop breathing and suffocate herself to death if he wanted to.
"Efreni! Are you okay?"
Visatch was the first to rush up and try to help this beloved woman up.
But Efreni raised her hand to stop him. She struggled to stand up by holding on to the wall. While breathing heavily, she ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Give the fleet an order immediately! In ten minutes Launch a raid on Comoros. Tell the agents to work harder if they don’t want to die, otherwise I won’t be able to save their lives.”
"What? Are you crazy? They treated you like that, and you still want to continue to launch a war according to the original plan?"
Visage was obviously angry and annoyed.
After all, he is the only one among the three giants of the Death Army who has never seen the oil incarnation of Zuo Sishuo with his own eyes, so he simply does not believe that there are existences in the galaxy that are superior to the four evil gods of chaos in the subspace.
"Shut up! Either obey my order! Or get out!"
A sharp light burst out from Everene's eyes, and it was the first time she acted in such a way that she was almost falling out. Bad attitude.
You must know that she is not a lady at heart, but a ruthless character who has been an interstellar pirate, joined the Dark Eldar in Comoros, and fought bloody battles in the gladiatorial arena.
Especially when you are in an extremely bad mood, you will not consider other people's feelings.
"What? You tell me to get out!"
Visaci was obviously irritated.
Although he has a good impression of Efrenie, it does not mean that he will compromise and give in without any bottom line like some "licking dogs".
Otherwise, the two people would not have drawn swords against each other several times because of disagreements.
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, the incarnation of death immediately stood up and shouted: "That's enough! You don't even look at how long it has been, and you still have your own thoughts here. Don't forget us. What is the purpose?”
“But you have seen that guy’s attitude! He doesn’t even regard us as slaves and tools!”
Visage sounded very excited, obviously unable to accept this huge gap in identity and status.
After all, the Eldar are often arrogant, even though they are no longer the overlords of the galaxy, but have become interstellar refugees wandering around.
"So?"
The incarnation of Death asked in a cold and emotionless tone.
“Don’t you think that from the perspective of strength, the other party does not have such qualifications?
Or do you think it will be difficult for a great existence that can set the entire subspace on fire to destroy us?< br>
Or have you forgotten how we treated other civilizations and races during the heyday of our Eldar Empire?
If you forget, go back and read the history books!
Now put away your ridiculous arrogance and conceit and recognize the reality!
Unless you want the entire race to slide towards the abyss of destruction! "
"..."
Visage couldn't say a word when he was retorted on the spot. He lowered his head and turned around to leave the command room, intending to lead the landing troops to be the first to embark on the mission. Land of Comoros
Without his strong opposition, the entire Death Army quickly entered a state of combat readiness under the command of Efreni.
About ten minutes later, this fleet, which was complex and even chaotic, finally started its engines and began to jump into subspace.
In a blink of an eye!
Densely packed battleships appeared out of thin air in the nodes deep in the Webway world.
Due to having internal agents and knowing the exact coordinates, the Death Army effortlessly completed the most critical step of this military operation, finding Comoros.
You must know that in the long history of the Warhammer universe, many civilizations and forces have spied on and longed for this place.
But most of them were lost in the complex network channel like a dimensional maze, and some were sucked directly into the chaotic realm of subspace and were overwhelmed by countless demons.
Looking at this super giant city made up of countless ports, ramps and hidden pipelines linking huge space cities, spaceships and satellites, Efreni immediately recalled herself in her mind Used to spend time here.
You must know that even the largest hive world in the Human Empire is so small compared to Commorragh.
And I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional. The appearance of this huge city is like a virus that has been magnified countless times, and it is simply full of indescribable distortions.
All the shimmering regions around it maintain a stable connection with the Milky Way, spanning countless light-years in just an instant.
This alone is enough to prove the important position of Comoros in this universe and galaxy.
High above the city's shining metal spiers is the spectacular "Black Sun".
Without exception, they are all stars that are dying, and most of them are super-sized batteries that were captured and dragged here as a source of energy during the peak period of the Eldar Empire.
But now these stars have become the property of the subordinate lords of Comoros.
Aging stars, in particular, often have thin flares emitted from their interiors that fall into cities, briefly illuminating the dark streets below before being refracted into countless crystalline structures.
This kind of disaster, which can definitely be called a world-destroying disaster on earth, cannot cause even the slightest panic among the citizens on the crowded streets.
To be precise, most people will not raise their heads and notice this strange sight.
Looking at the ships from all corners of the galaxy docked in the numerous ports, thousands of ships will dock at the port almost every second, and a similar number of ships will leave the port.
There are not only the Dark Eldar's own fleet, but also all kinds of strange alien races, merchants, mercenaries, traitors, criminals, bounty hunters, etc.
You can even see a lot of Rogue Traders from the Human Empire.
If it were normal times, Evelene would definitely choose to dock first and enter the city to meet her "old friends".
But she obviously doesn't have such a mood now.
Because as soon as the fleet arrived in Comoros, the city's preventive security system sounded the alarm, and the dissociation cannons hidden in several castles and fortresses were raised one after another, and at the same time, a large number of blade-wing fighters , the Void Crow bomber also took off.
The astonishing number of fleets in the famous port "Zhihong Port" also began to respond.
Although the two clans were competing for supreme control here, they still chose to cooperate without hesitation in the face of foreign invasion.
For a moment, the atmosphere of war filled the air quickly swept every corner.
Although Comoros does not yet know who the intruder is and what his purpose is.
But they knew very well that such a fleet with amazing firepower and huge numbers would definitely not come for peace.
“Fire!”
Following Efreni's order, the Death Army, which had already dispersed in battle formation, decisively took the lead in attacking.
I saw thousands of dazzling light beams shot out from the battleship's main gun in an instant, sweeping away those small fighters that had insufficient energy shield levels or were not equipped at all.
Following that, those warships built with the technology of the Human Empire quickly turned around and aimed their side lines at the opponent, followed by a classic salvo of macro cannons.
Some ships performing bombing missions unceremoniously dropped more than a thousand cyclone torpedoes!
Yes, you read that right.
It is the kind of super weapon used to execute an extermination order and can completely destroy the entire planet's surface with just one shot.
The frantic Death Army actually used it as a conventional bomb to attract enemy anti-aircraft fire.
After all, as long as the defenders of Comoros still have some brains, they know that they must not let this thing fall on the ground.
Otherwise, it only takes a few to cause devastating damage to the surroundings.
But fortunately, the cyclone torpedo is ultimately just an oversized bomb. It basically relies entirely on gravity acceleration to free fall. It is not particularly difficult to intercept it with the technological level of the Dark Eldar.
So soon the sky over the city was lit up one after another with dazzling oversized fireworks.
The impact and radiation caused by the violent explosion even caused those slaves who had no time to hide in a safe place to wail in pain and despair.
Of course, there are also some guys who have been tortured and gone crazy and laugh happily, shouting "Long Live Freedom" and embracing death.
In short, compared to the hell on earth, Commorragh, the devils in Baator Hell appear so kind, merciful, and humane.
After all, devils always have to find a "legitimate" reason to torture people.
But the Dark Eldar torture slaves often just for fun and to satisfy their own twisted and sick desires.
As more and more cyclone torpedoes exploded in the sky near Comoros, the dazzling white light soon completely obscured a large area.
Any detector would be completely useless here.
"Now! Let the landing troops airborne! We need to close the protective force field of the entire city from the inside, otherwise it will be impossible to penetrate Comoros with a large number of stars as energy sources with the firepower of the fleet."
Everene obviously knows this city very well, so she has formulated an effective battle plan in advance.
Whether it is a salvo of fire from the fleet or a frantic throwing of cyclone torpedoes, in the final analysis it is to create opportunities for the landing troops.
After all, in this universe, there is no more direct and effective tactic than sending commandos into close combat.
Otherwise, it would not be the case that elite troops of all races would be equipped with melee weapons.
“But the temperature in that area has reached millions or even tens of millions of degrees Celsius, and our landing ship may not be able to withstand it.”
A staff adjutant next to him proposed. own worries.
"Because of this, we will not encounter too much resistance when we send ground troops. As for those who can't hold on, it will be the price they have to pay for victory."
Eve Renee made her decision in an almost ruthless tone.
She knew that she must win this war, completely occupy Commorragh and hand it over to the father of New Phyrexia...