Chapter 254 Blood Rain

The battle situation on the ground quickly became complicated. After the Eldar adapted to this sudden warp attack with great difficulty and blood, they began to organize a counterattack against the demon wave.

Fierce exchanges of fire broke out in every deep alley and damp corridor. Some particularly brave warriors wielded the Clive broadsword to kill the warp entities, while others retreated step by step and abandoned their armor. Their street fighting had already determined that the overall victory or defeat of this battle would not be promoted by them.

The real battle took place between Perturabo and Vastor, the two fleet commanders on the top of Gomor—if Conrad Curze's behavior of sitting on the throne, not even willing to wear a weapon, and quietly watching how the Eldar suffered in the face of disaster was enough to kick him out of the ranks of commanders.

This was an unusual battle, Perturabo thought, through the unique vision analysis equipment of the Eldar ships, making thousands of dark green airships full of curved arcs, spikes and ether sails become part of his senses.

He sat cross-legged in the control room of the tower that bound the Black Sun on the top of Gomor. More than a dozen cables above his head were split into nearly three-digit black wires, each connected to different panels in the control room.

When Perturabo needed to prepare for this battle, he first set his sights on this ancient Eldar Empire technology tower, which already had powerful data processing capabilities.

The followers of the God of Laughter, members of the Black Heart Conspiracy, and Morse himself assisted him in completing all the tower transformation processes, temporarily interrupting the tower's ability to control the Black Sun. After liberating all the computing cores, the tower became the absolute center of the entire temporary ship dispatch system.

Now, any Eldar airship that enters the tower's capture range will be taken away by Perturabo in an instant; and in Perturabo's completely open thinking circuit, the energy supply design, the degree of gun loading, the integrity of the armor plate, and even all the values ​​that can be large or small, of each airship are all filled into his mechanical brain.

The battlefield against the demon fleet was quickly broken up and reorganized into a three-dimensional chessboard that could be analyzed by inches. The attack of the ships, the inclination of the Void Ravens or Blade Wings, and even the True Sons who were ordered to jump out of the deck were all precisely controlled.

Perturabo pushed forward all his offensive and defensive orders in an orderly manner, calculating the number of demons that each shell or torpedo could fight, and watching the marked cross points extinguished in his mechanical senses.

He felt that the long-accumulated dissatisfaction in Gomor was being relieved through all the control and destruction, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss. The design of the Eldar airship was too different from the Imperial Fleet. He first compared the differences between the two according to his memory, and then couldn't help thinking about the extent to which he had developed his own fleet and technology in the Empire.

In any case, these complicated thoughts that seemed like sparks of electricity were just small waves in his grand thinking network that were not enough to attract attention.

Most of the Lord of Steel's parallel thoughts were 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 only the assessment and instructions for the battlefield itself remained.

As the battle progressed, through the induction and summary of massive data, he increasingly came to the realization that the Chaos Demigods playing against him had a similar combat style to him. Each of their calculations was like two spears colliding with each other, trying to launch an offensive that was more calculated and measured than the other side.

In this way, the power to determine victory or defeat no longer depended on the main general, but fell on the hard power of the race itself.

Unfortunately, the overall quality of the Gomorin fleet was objectively unable to fight against the army of the Chaos Demons.

The fragile defense of the ship was at a disadvantage under the demon's subspace energy sweep, and the artillery fire that was not strong enough to attack was blocked by the enemy's strong shield. Not only were there only a few shots that were enough to hit the enemy, but even if they hit the enemy, it was often difficult to cause effective damage.

In this annoying comparison of basic qualities, Perturabo compared the values ​​of the two 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 Gomori who claimed to be able to resurrect from the dead must pay a certain price and time to return from death with great effort; while the demons on the opposite side fully showed the characteristics of being fearless of death.

Some demons who can be judged from their appearance to obey the blood god will even actively pursue violent deaths to quickly accumulate the thickness of the blood pool and pay blood taxes to the Chaos Lord they serve in exchange for rewards for the combat effectiveness of the entire army.

Perturabo could only command the fleet to destroy several prism engines that controlled the creation of the warp cracks, in order to try his best to prevent a new batch of demons from rushing out of the cracks and replenishing the enemy fleet with an endless supply of demonic troops.

He urgently needed a more destructive military assistance to destroy Vastor's demon army and hellish machinery in one fell swoop, so that he could personally use the combined power of half of the Primarch and half of the Star God fragment to face Vastor himself.

Otherwise, if he allowed the Fallen God of Craftsman to continue to consume his limited power, he would not be able to gain any benefits from it except for a hearty but unfortunately failed fleet battle.

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 console of the Black Sun Tower along the cable. In the first inquiry, a piece of 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.

Immediately afterwards, Perturabo's next data packet was sent to the control console, signaling that the Tower of the Black Sun had regained control over the half-extinguished stars that fell silent above Gomor. 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 onto the heads of the demon army at close range; if possible, he would not mind letting the entire star escape directly from the confines of the mesh structure and smash directly into Vastor On an 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 Gemo by the Blood Marquis under unknown conditions. 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 Konrad Coze, and once they approached the edge of the hall, they would be attacked by Mandela wandering in the shadows and Talos rushing towards him. The engine, 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 the weapons they had drawn, aiming at the clan that had hatred against them. of enemies.

"Conrad Curze!" Victor shouted the name of the Haemonculi hidden in the darkness, "What are you doing!"

Coze'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." Cozz whispered softly, "I'm watching Gemo being destroyed as much as possible by the demon, 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 Gemo. I also said that we cannot stop at maintaining rule... Where did you think of it, my friend? "

"Oh, legitimacy, you mentioned this ridiculous word, 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! Am I going to go against my will and abandon the meaning of my birth to pursue an upright and bright path? No, no no... that is the path of our beloved Archangel. , instead of the dark life I will choose!”

"Fire will burn the weak minions, Victor, I told you. Cities will be torn apart, fate will lash 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 told you all this, Victor, why don't you listen?"

At the end of the story, Xuehou seemed to have gone from being full of high-spirited passion to falling 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, not worth taking a word to heart, my friend?"

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.

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 took your word for it, Conrad," he said. "I remember you saying that you wanted to unleash the black sun above Ilmea and let it slam down on the upper levels of Comor. You weren't kidding. ”

Curze was shaking with laughter, and the Eldar in his palm was having difficulty breathing. "Come, 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, my friend." The Eldar said, "Why are you so obsessed with destroying this city? I 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 the path of destroying Gomor, then all your efforts so far are meaningless and redundant. What made you make the final decision, Conrad?"

Koz's trembling stopped, and his words revealed a lot of irritation.

"What is it?" he muttered to himself, "What is it? What makes me unable to find even an excuse to forgive this sinful city?"

His tone turned cold: "Because there are not ten innocent people in the whole of Gomor."

"Where are your Haemonchi subordinates?" Victor asked calmly, "Where is Lilia Ande, the bare-handed remains you created? What about me? Do you want us all to die?"

"I will take away the useful people. Lilia Ande is a successful sample, and she has temporarily washed away her sins with her own hands, and she is also half innocent. As for you - why did you go to Hexacarys privately, my friend! What kind of deception and betrayal do you want to implement?"

He shouted the last question, and his anger became bitter enough and uncontrollable.

"You said something else, Conrad," Victor whispered, "that you will share blood. If you really think that those who drink your blood can be considered innocent, then there may be more innocent people in Gemon than you think."

Outside the hole in the curtain wall of the banquet hall, under the strong radiation of the Irmea Black Sun that far exceeds the normal limit, the air flickers like hot mist, and the temperature rises rapidly.

The Black Sun Ring keeps approaching the demon fleet, the engine begins to burn, the fire spreads, and a huge vortex is formed. Matter withstands unimaginable energy impact in the atomic storm, and no matter how delicate the structure is, it collapses under this energy, swallowed up, melted, and poured down by the expanding sun.

The demon quickly withered in the fierce flames, burned like a piece of paper under a torch, and turned into ashes by the cruel dying star. Some survivors began to retreat, and the troops temporarily assembled by the Fallen God of Craftsman had to flee and collapse under the power of an entire star.

Along with the demon fleet, countless spires of the upper levels of Gomor, and the ships of the Eldar, were also destroyed in the terrifying and deadly black sun, and were broken into billions of burning fragments.

This bound star finally returned the sinful city 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, only drops of blood fell to the ground of Gomor. Then, the small blood flow quickly turned into a straight blood column falling from the dark round hole emitting blood-red light at the edge of the sky.

Finally, the blood column expanded and formed a majestic river with the dark sky as the background, falling from the sun-shaped disc gap in the dark sky to the half-destroyed broken earth, and scattered into a heavy blood rain covering most of the dark city.

The blood rain was fragrant and sweet, washing away the sins and filth of Gomor.