Chapter 254 Blood Rain
The battle situation on the ground quickly became complicated. After the Eldar struggled to pay a lot of blood and adapted to this sudden subspace attack, they began to organize a counterattack against the demonic wave. .
Fierce firefights broke out in every deep alley and damp corridor. Some particularly brave warriors wielded Clive's broad blade to kill subspace entities, while others retreated and lost their lives. Discard the armor. Their street fighting has determined that the overall outcome of this battle will not be advanced by them.
The real battle took place between the two fleet commanders at the top of Comoros, Perturabo and Vastor - if Konrad Kozna sat on the throne, he would not even use weapons. Wear it and watch quietly how the Eldar are tortured in the face of disaster. If their behavior is enough to kick them out of the ranks of generals.
This is an unusual battle, Petula thought. Through the unique vision analysis equipment of the Eldar ships, thousands of dark green airships full of curved arcs, spikes and ether sails, Become part of his senses.
He sat cross-legged quietly in the control room on the top of the tower that bound the black sun on the top of Comoros. More than a dozen cables above his head were further split into nearly three-digit black wires, and each one was connected to different panels in the control room.
When Perturabo needed to prepare for this battle, he first looked at this ancient Eldar Empire technology tower that itself had powerful data processing capabilities.
The followers of the Laughing God, members of the Black Heart Conspiracy, and Morse himself worked together to assist him in completing all the tower transformation processes, temporarily interrupting the tower's ability to control the black sun. After all the computing cores were liberated, the tower became the absolute center of the entire temporary ship dispatching system.
Nowadays, any Eldar airship that enters the capture range of the tower will be instantly taken away by Perturabo; and in Perturabo's completely liberal thinking circuit, every airship The energy supply design, gun loading level, armor plate integrity, and even all numerical values, big or small, are all filled into his mechanical brain.
The battlefield against the Demon Fleet was quickly broken down and reorganized into a three-dimensional checkerboard that could be analyzed in inches. The ship's attack, the inclination of the Void Raven or Blade Wing, and even orders to jump off the deck The real child team has been precisely controlled.
Perturabo carried out all his offensive and defensive instructions in an orderly manner, calculating the number of demons that each cannonball or torpedo could fight, and watched the marked cross points extinguish instantly in the mechanical senses.
While he felt that the long-standing dissatisfaction in Comoros was being relieved through all the manipulation and destruction, he inevitably felt a sense of loss. The airship design of the Eldar was too different from that of the Imperial fleet. He first compared the differences between the two according to his memory, and then inevitably thought about how far he had developed his own fleet and technology in the Empire.
No matter what, these numerous thoughts, which are like sparks of electricity, are just small waves in his grand thinking network at the moment, not enough to attract attention.
Most of the Iron Lord's parallel thoughts are used to obtain signals from the video system, accurately calculate each angular vector, and input his on-the-spot tactics. His personal emotions were weakened to the greatest extent, and all that remained were assessments and instructions for the battlefield itself.
As the battle progressed, and through the summary of massive data, he increasingly came to the realization that the Chaos Demigod he was playing against had a similar fighting style to him. Every calculation they made was like two spears clashing against each other, trying to launch a more calculated and measured offensive than the other.
In this way, the power that determines victory or defeat no longer depends on the general, but falls on the hard power of the race itself.
As for the overall quality of the Commorragh Eldar fleet, unfortunately, it cannot objectively compete with the Chaos Demon army.
The ship's fragile protection is at a disadvantage under the demon's subspace energy strafing, and the artillery fire intensity, which is not strong enough to attack the enemy, is blocked by the enemy's shield. Not only a few rounds are enough to hit , even if it hits the enemy, it is often difficult to cause effective damage.
In this annoying comparison of basic qualities, Perturabo compared the values of both sides and found that the fragile winged flying unit Scourge Messenger was actually a rare and usable high-quality combat unit.
In addition, from another regrettable perspective, the Eldar of Commorragh, who claim to be able to resurrect from the dead, must pay a certain price and time in order to return from death with all their hard work; The demon on the opposite side showed a complete lack of fear of death.
Some demons who obey the Blood God can be judged from their appearance, and will even actively pursue violent deaths to quickly accumulate blood pool thickness and pay blood tax to the Chaos God they serve in exchange for the reward of the entire army's combat effectiveness.
Perturabo can only command the fleet to destroy several prism engines that control the birth of subspace rifts to try to prevent a new batch of demons from rushing out of the gaps and replenish the enemy's fleet with an endless stream of demons. Army.
He urgently needs a more destructive military assistance to destroy Vastor's daemon army and infernal machinery in one fell swoop, so that he can personally use the combined power of half a Primarch and half a C'tan fragment. , to face Vastor himself.
Otherwise, if the fallen God Craftsman is allowed to continue to consume his limited power, he will not be able to obtain any worthwhile benefits from it except for a hearty fleet battle that unfortunately ends in failure.
A term gradually emerged in his mind. A thing that was controlled by the former Church of the Sun, an ultimate weapon that even though it has declined extremely, it still has terrifying power.
This will destroy many things. thought Pertura. Fortunately, Konrad Curze had no sympathy for the Eldar...at least, he hoped not.
A piece of data was injected into the control console of the Black Sun Tower along the cable. In the first query, a synchronization data packet combined with the initial sequence number sent a signal requesting to establish a connection to the response injection end of the bondage network. .
Black Sun's bondage network system quickly fed back a signal acknowledging receipt, confirming the successful establishment of the connection in the form of an initial sequence number plus one.
Following this, Perturabo's next data packet was sent to the console, marking the Black Sun Tower regaining control over the half-extinguished stars that fell silent over Commorragh. He analyzed the many signals sent by Black Sun to the center and began to gradually crack the restrictive procedures that maintained Black Sun's normal operation.
He decided to tear open the limited cracks in the pocket space and shine all the light of the dying star at a close range on the heads of the demon army; if possible, he would not mind letting the entire star escape directly from the restrictions of the mesh structure, and go straight It hit Vastor's ugly face with two horns.
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In the banquet hall, the noise caused by fighting could be seen everywhere, replacing the previously pleasant music. The Eldar drew their weapons and swung them at each other.
At first, the target of these weapons was the bloody Marquis on the high platform.
Although they couldn't believe it, they still had to accept a terrible fact, that is, the long-abandoned craftsman god Val also fell into the abyss, and was even lured to Como by the Blood Marquis on unknown terms. Luo. By doing something that goes against the interests of the entire Youdu, the Blood Marquis is naturally a great evil that everyone can defeat.
Soon, when they discovered that they could not harm even a single hair of Conrad Coates, and once they approached the edge of the hall, they would be captured by Mandela, who was wandering in the shadows. The Talos engine was rushing towards them, and even Curze himself, who was lurking in the shadows of the hall, laughed and killed them. The Eldar could only retreat and do the next best thing, giving priority to aiming the weapons they had already drawn at the target. A hated enemy of his own clan. "Conrad Curze!" Victor shouted the name of the Haemonculi hidden in the darkness, "What are you doing!"
Koz's deep laughter floated in every phantom in the hall. His odorless body could not be located at all, and the special clothes he wore could not be displayed in the thermal imaging system.
As for direct vision and hearing, they are useless detection methods for such a Primarch who is good at concealment.
"I'm... watching you die." Curze whispered softly, "I'm watching Commorragh be destroyed as much as possible by the demons, which saves me the trouble and danger of doing it myself... ..."
"This is not what you promised, Conrad!" Victor couldn't hide his anger, "What you want is dominance, not destruction!"
Konrad Coates amplified his laughter, letting the sound waves approach a penetrating cacophony: "Think about it, what did I promise you, Asdubal? I said I was going to bring Come with a force that is enough to destroy Comoros. I also said that we cannot stop at maintaining rule... Where did you think of it, my friend? "
"Oh, legitimacy, you mentioned this ridiculous thing? Ci, you think I want to behave like a good child in front of my blood relatives, not daring to kill people, not daring to touch blood on my hands... Oh my God, Victor, how could you treat me like this? Do I want to disobey this! Will my mind abandon the meaning of my birth and pursue some bright and upright path? No, no no... That is the path of our beloved Archangel, not the dark life I will choose!" br>
"Fire will burn the weak minions, Victor, I told you. Cities will be torn apart, fate will whip the dark sun, and the dying will cry out for mercy. I told you too. And I will stand, stand, stand and watch all this happen... I have already said all this clearly, Victor, why don’t you listen?” Full of high-pitched passion, he gradually fell into the trough of sadness and melancholy. He emerged from the shadows, leaned down quietly, and almost gently, pinched Asdúbal Victor's neck from behind.
"Do you also refuse to listen to a sincere statement, thinking that it is all the ravings of a fanatic and not worth taking a word to heart, my friend?"
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The curtain wall of the hall was shattered by a deflected energy laser, exposing the outside world.
Many Eldar temporarily stopped fighting and spent a few moments observing the fierce fleet conflict that was breaking out in the sky, wondering where the person who commanded the dense clouds of ships from different families at the same time came from. Come.
Victor did not turn around to look. He did not doubt that Konrad Kurtz's heart, immersed in excessive emotions at this moment, would prompt him to break his spine. In fact, he relaxed.
“I actually believed you, Conrad,” he said. “I remember you saying that you wanted to release the black sun above Ilmea and let it slam down on Como. Luo upper level. You are not kidding."
Koz was shaking with laughter, and the Eldar in his palm was having difficulty breathing. "Come on, friend, let me hear what else you have to say, let me hear what sweet words you are going to rely on to save your poor life?"
"I have a question, friend," said the Eldar, "Why are you so determined to destroy this city? I have watched you build the royal court and gain power, and I support all your choices so far; but if you are determined to embark on this journey, Admiral's path to the destruction of Commorragh, so many of your efforts so far have been meaningless and redundant. What made you make your final decision?"
Koz's trembling stopped, and his words showed a lot of irritation.
"What is it?" he murmured to himself, "What is it? What makes me unable to find even an excuse to forgive this city of sin?"
His tone turned cold: "Because there are not ten innocent people in the whole of Commorragh."
"Where are your Haemonculi subordinates?" Victor asked calmly, "You created What about Lilia Ander, the Red Handed Remains? Do you want us all to die?"
"I will take those who are useful away. Lilia Ander is a successful example, and she has temporarily washed away her sins with her own hands, so she can be considered a semi-innocent person. As for you - why are you looking for it privately? Hexakeris, my friend! What kind of deception and betrayal do you want to perpetrate?"
He shouted his final question, his anger becoming bitter and uncontrollable.
“You also said something, Konrad.” Victor said softly, “That is that you will share the blood. If you really think that those who drink your blood can be considered innocent. Or, then, there may be more innocent people in Comoros than you think.”
Beyond the holes in the banquet hall’s curtain wall, the black sun in Ilmea is far beyond the norm. Under the extreme intensity of radiation, the air shimmers like heat mist, and the temperature rises rapidly.
The Ring of the Black Sun continued to approach the demon fleet, the engines began to burn, and the fire spread, forming a huge whirlpool. Matter endures unimaginable energy impacts in the atomic storm. No matter how delicate the structure is, it collapses under this energy. It is swallowed up, melted, and poured downward by the expanding sun.
The demon quickly withered in the fierce flames, burned like a piece of paper under a torch, reduced to ashes by the cruel dying star. Some survivors began to retreat, and the temporarily assembled troops of the Fallen Craftsman God had to flee and collapse under the power of an entire star.
Together with the daemon fleet, countless spiers of the upper levels of Commorragh, and the ships of the Eldar, they were also destroyed in the terrible fatal black sun, and were broken into billions of burning fragments.
This bound star finally returned to this city of sin in the most violent form at the last moment of its life.
And in the hole left after the black sun fell, dripping blood gradually seeped out.
At first, it was just drop after drop of blood falling to the ground of Comoros. Then, the small flow of blood quickly turned into a straight column of blood falling from the dark round hole that emitted blood-red light from the edge of the sky.
Finally, the blood pillar expanded, forming a majestic river with the dark sky as the background. From the sun-shaped disc gap in the dark sky, it fell to the half-ruined broken earth, scattering into a torrential rain of blood that enveloped most of Youdu. .
The rain of blood is sweet and fragrant, washing away the sin and filth of Comoros.
(End of this chapter)