Chapter 1091: Talk to My Battleship Engine

Deep in the Webway, where a strange purple light flickers, the Dark Eldar's Dance of Pain fleet is performing a pre-battle ritual.

In the dissection hall of the flagship Eternal Torment, Archon Marais Nightblade was using a scalpel inlaid with a soul gem to slowly peel off the nervous system of a human slave.

The slaves' screams were amplified by a sophisticated acoustic system, echoing throughout the bridge in a distorted symphony.

“What a beautiful sound.”

Marais stuck out her slender tongue and licked the scarlet and crystal clear nerve fluid on the blade.

“Today we are collecting more of these instruments in preparation for the Comoros Carnival.”

Their target was shown on the holographic star map, an imperial agricultural world on the edge of the Webway.

There are three million defenseless civilians there, the Dark Eldar's favorite prey.

"Web channel stability is 97.6%. We expect to arrive at the exit in four minutes." The navigator's voice was filled with morbid anticipation.

"I have prepared a new torture device that can keep fifty thousand slaves awake at the same time..."

Just as they were fantasizing, the Webway monitor suddenly sounded a shrill alarm, interrupting this bloody rehearsal.

The web space outside the observation window began to distort abnormally, and the originally smooth flow of purple energy fled in all directions like a group of frightened snakes.

Archon Marais rushed to the control console, her long black hair dancing wildly in the sudden psychic turbulence.

"What's going on? How could there be a storm inside the webway?" There was a rare hint of panic in her voice.

"No, sir..."

The navigator's pupils contracted violently, and his slender fingers danced wildly on the console.

"Some kind of...huge monster is approaching..."

The entire webway suddenly shook violently, and the ancient spirit bone structure groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

And then they saw it, they saw the massive armour of the Mountain Town crushing the Webway energy field on a scale far beyond what the Dark Eldar knew of a warship.

This steel behemoth, which is hundreds of kilometers long and even as big as a moon, is like an armored mammoth breaking into an exquisite crystal palace. The walls of the webway collapse wherever it passes, and the psychic conduits burst into dazzling sparks.

The scream of Archon Marais broke the silence of the bridge: "All fleets! Free fire! Maximum firepower output!"

Twelve Dark Eldar warships simultaneously unleashed deadly fire.

The green beams of the poison crystal cannon, the black tracks of the dark matter torpedoes, the purple arcs of the psychic lightning, these weapons that were powerful enough to destroy ordinary human battleships poured down on the Shanzhen like a rainstorm.

Then, a scene that made the Dark Eldar despair happened.

Those deadly poison crystal beams dissipated without a trace the moment they touched the armor of the "Shanzhen", without even scratching the surface paint.

The dark matter torpedo hit the side of the battleship, and the black ripples of the explosion were like drops of water falling into the sea, without causing any waves.

The psychic lightning jumped a few times in vain on the surface of the void shield, then went out silently.

"Keep attacking! Aim at its observation window! Engine nozzle! Any weak link! Aim at anywhere on it!" Marais crushed the armrests of the throne, and black blood oozed from between her fingers.

But the Shanzhen did not change its course at all, nor did it activate any weapon systems. It just silently maintained its original sailing speed and continued to move forward.

This disregard frightened the Dark Eldar more than any counterattack could have.

The first ship to fall victim was the Eldar cruiser Whisper of Pain.

The distorted warship attempted to evade emergency, but was firmly caught by the gravitational turbulence caused by the Shanzhen.

The moment the two collided, the Eldar warship was like a glass craft hitting a cliff, breaking into countless pieces with a teeth-grinding sound of shattering, and the crew's soul screams were forever sealed in the exploded spirit bone frame.

On the bridge of the Eternal Torment, Marais watched helplessly as her fleet was crushed one by one:

The "Dark Night Joy" tried to pass over the human warship from above, but was scraped in half by the protruding armor group on the back of the "Shanzhen", like a fruit cut open by a sharp blade.

The "Soul Reaper" ventured through the bottom, but was directly vaporized by the plasma torrent ejected from the engine nozzle, leaving no wreckage behind.

The "Harbinger of Pain" made the bravest move. They chose a head-on collision, but the result was like a grape crushed by a combat boot. The biometal armor was like thin paper in front of the main armor of the Imperial Fists.

During the entire process, the Shanzhen did not even make any tactical maneuvers.

It is like a huge freight train traveling on the highway, ruthlessly crushing insects on the highway without even noticing those insignificant collisions.

When the Eternal Torment became the last surviving warship, Archon Marais made a crazy decision.

She ordered all power to be transferred to the engines, even the power to the life support system was cut off, just to make the flagship rush towards the observation window of the "Shanzhen" at a perfect suicide angle.

"At least let us die like Eldar warriors!" she snapped.

However, a look of fear still crossed his pale cheeks.

The Dark Eldar flagship displayed amazing speed and agility at the last moment, piercing the vital points of the human warship like a black lightning.

Just before the impact, the automatic defense system of the "Shanzhen" finally made its only response in this encounter, an almost invisible energy ripple flashing in front of the observation window.

The moment the "Eternal Torment" hit this layer of defense, it was like hitting an invisible steel wall.

The bow of the ship was compressed and deformed within one thousandth of a second, followed by the hull, and finally the engine compartment. The entire battleship was pressed into a perfect metal sphere by its own momentum, with a diameter less than one tenth of its original size, and it rolled silently in the network channel.

The last thing Archon Marais was aware of was feeling every one of his bones shattered under the irresistible pressure.

On the bridge of the Shanzhen, the massacre did not even cause any ripples.

Rogal Dorn stood like a sculpture in front of the tactical holographic table, ignoring the flashes of explosions outside the window.

His silver eyelashes did not move under the blue light of the star map, and only the occasional movement of his amber eyeballs proved that this was a living creature.

"Reporting to the Primarch, a small obstacle has been detected in the webway." An officer reported in a routine manner.

Dorn didn't even take his eyes off the star map. "Damage assessment?"

The Tech-Priest's mechanical eye flickered a few times. "No damage recorded. External sensors show that the armor coating has increased in wear by 0.0001%, which is within the normal wear range. No special maintenance is recommended."

"But when did the Webway get speed bumps?"