#523 - Savior: New reinforcements, the plague revenge army is coming!

The instant the virtual image of the Asurman descendant appeared, the temperature plummeted, and icy runes manifested on the walls.

All the darkness came alive.

The residents of Commorragh discovered that their shadows were twisting, containing gazes as cold as ice shards.

These were terrifying dimensional nightmare monsters, grotesque and eerie combinations, like horrific statues corroded by darkness.

In the past, people would fear and tremble at the arrival of nightmare monsters.

But now, it was different. The residents of Commorragh knew that nightmare monsters represented the will of the Eldar savior, the descendant of Asurman.

Byron gazed at the figure of the noble being, as if he had found salvation:

"Our savior... has come!"

In the next moment, countless pitch-black wraiths emerged from the darkness.

They climbed and overcame obstacles in distorted postures, forming a black tide.

This black tide roared as it rushed towards the abhorrent creatures of dark purple, preventing those unnatural chaotic beings from harming any of the Commorragh residents.

"O Sun of Commorragh, your people beg for guidance..."

"Everyone, did you see that noble being? We can be saved!"

Those Commorragh residents were survivors of a great disaster.

They looked up at the virtual image of the Asurman descendant, tears streaming down their faces, offering unparalleled reverence.

Some emotionally agitated residents even went so far as to mutilate themselves, using their blood to draw runes of worship.

Such scenes were occurring in many areas of the dark city.

Ron projected the Asurman descendant's virtual image to any place where signals could reach, and then dispatched all the forces of the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Including the Mandrake creatures of the Shadow Legion, the Redemption Kabal's armed forces, Fear Warrior units, Orks, and Tyranids, among others.

The main task of the Redemption Satellite Zone's forces was not to eliminate the daemons, but to protect the residents of Commorragh and guide them to evacuate to the satellite zone.

Fortunately, the veil rift had only just appeared and was in the early stages of the Chaos tide invasion.

Those armed forces, in cooperation with Commorragh's original Kabal forces and defense lines, could still barely hold on.

This was also a matter of necessity.

The dark city of Commorragh was a magnificent webway city left behind by the ancient Eldar Empire, and it was no exaggeration to call it the capital of the galaxy.

It was almost the most valuable territory and wealth in the galaxy.

"This wave is really a gamble, turning a bicycle into a motorcycle... no, a battleship!"

The thought of the possible gains made Ron rub his hands in excitement, dispelling much of the anxiety of the impending disaster.

The greater the storm, the more expensive the fish. In many cases, risk is directly proportional to reward.

A treasure like the Commorragh webway city was enough for him to bet his life on!

Moreover, even if he wanted to retreat, it was impossible.

The Emperor was already all-in. If he ran away at this time, the Little Sun might be slapped into a spinning top by a psychic big slap.

"People of Commorragh, I am a descendant of Asurman, of ancient noble blood, the Eldar savior..."

Ron took a deep breath and delivered a speech to the entire dark city in the form of a virtual projection.

Fortunately, when implementing the propaganda station for the Supreme Overlord before, a complete communication system was left behind, otherwise it would be impossible to send out such communication urgently.

Now, his words were spread to all areas of Commorragh through the communication system, ensuring that the vast majority of Dark Eldar could hear them.

"I have unfortunate news to tell you all: due to Supreme Overlord Vect's mad ascension plan, large-scale rifts have appeared in the Commorragh veil.

This has also led to the invasion of the Thirsting Lady, the Chaos Gods, and the human Hope Primarch. This dark city cannot withstand such a disaster and is on the verge of destruction.

I have tried hard to save this dark city, but I am powerless. There is no room for reversal."

Ron told the Dark Eldar about the current situation in a painful tone,

placing all the blame on the Supreme Overlord.

Someone must take responsibility and the resulting hatred for such a major event as the destruction of Commorragh, and the Supreme Overlord was the best choice.

Anyway, all of this was caused by that tyrant.

The Asurman descendant's painful tone plunged the Dark Eldar, who had originally had a glimmer of hope, into deep despair again.

More people knelt to the ground in a daze.

No matter who it was, it would be difficult to accept hearing that the homeland where they had lived for generations was on the verge of destruction and that there was no possibility of saving it.

It was about the same as humans hearing that Holy Terra had exploded and the Imperial Palace had been destroyed.

"Then what... should we do?"

Byron, a Dark Eldar merchant, looked at the Asurman descendant's virtual image, his mind in a trance.

His last straw had also been lost.

"What else can we do?!"

A desperate Kabal warrior next to him sneered: "We will all die, our souls will be captured by the Thirsting Lady, and we will usher in eternal torment.

Did you hear clearly? We will all die!"

He raised a sharp blade and suddenly cut open his neck, dark red blood spurting out.

The Kabal warrior fell to the ground, blood constantly overflowing from his mouth: "Anyway, there is no hope... I don't want to die under the torment of the abhorrent creatures."

He slowly closed his eyes and ushered in the end.

In his dying moments, the Kabal warrior heard the Asurman descendant's voice again.

"Yes, I have no way to save this dark city, but I can save you... my noble kin.

The Asurman descendant will not go against his oath. I promise to save all Dark Eldar, and I will do it.

Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

The Asurman descendant's voice became more and more firm and inspiring: "From today onwards, the Redemption Satellite Zone will be fully open to accept all Dark Eldar.

My armed forces will resist the daemons so that you can safely evacuate to the satellite zone.

After the evacuation is over, I will destroy all passages leading to the satellite zone, completely isolating the Thirsting Lady's claws!"

He continued:

"This Chaos disaster is certainly terrible, but it cannot destroy our noble race.

Once you reach the Redemption Satellite Zone.

You will be under the protection of the Goddess of Life, completely free from the Thirsting Lady's ugly tentacles and erosion.

I, the Asurman descendant, will provide every noble member of the race with safe housing, sufficient souls, weapons and ammunition, and new careers... and hope!"

As Ron spoke, the virtual projection raised its hands high, its tone becoming more and more fanatical.

It was as if he was not leading everyone to a disastrous retreat, but turning around and heading towards a better life.

"The Commorragh Great Migration Plan will begin from this moment. All Dark Eldar who are willing to follow me, please proceed to the various evacuation points as soon as possible.

There will be transport ships there to take you to the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Hurry up, my noble kin, the Thirsting Lady is hungry, and we don't have much time left.

After seven dark days, all passages to the Redemption Satellite Zone will be destroyed. Staying in Commorragh at that time will only lead to complete destruction.

In any case, the destruction of the dark city is by no means the end, it means that the past suffering has been buried.

We will usher in a new life!"

The words from the Asurman descendant's virtual projection were constantly spread in various areas.

To ensure that everyone could hear them.

The promise of that noble being gave the Dark Eldar in despair a new hope, and even gave rise to a frenzy of joy as if they had been blessed in disguise.

Byron hugged the child in his arms, tears of joy streaming down his face: "We can survive, we are going to the Redemption Satellite Zone, to the paradise of the Dark Eldar!"

"Save me..."

At this time, a pair of blood-stained hands suddenly grabbed him.

The Kabal warrior had originally closed his eyes, but after hearing the Asurman descendant's words, he suddenly opened them.

He realized that he didn't have to die, and he could still go to the legendary Redemption Satellite Zone!

The Kabal warrior regretted it even more, it seemed that he had wiped his neck a little too early.

This unlucky guy floundered on the ground, feeling that he could still be saved, and tried to grab the Dark Eldar merchant next to him.

Hoping that the other party could save his life.

He didn't want to miss this great migration or the allocation of new homes.

"Warrior, I can save you, but you must escort us to the Redemption Satellite Zone."

After hesitating, Byron still chose to save the Kabal warrior and proposed a contractual condition.

There were abhorrent creatures everywhere now, everyone had a common enemy, and it was good to have more force by his side.

After the Kabal warrior agreed to the contract, he immediately took out a stimulant from the other party and injected it, freeing him from danger.

The bodies and souls of the Dark Eldar were strong enough.

Even such fatal wounds could be saved. If they had a Blood Angel, they could even stitch the corpse back together and revive it.

Afterward, Byron and the others quickly headed to the evacuation zone.

The Asurman descendants organized numerous armed forces and sailing transport teams.

They cooperated with local Kabals to resist the Chaos Daemons, transporting residents from one area after another to the Redemption Satellite Zone.

At this moment, all of Commorragh was united under the command of the Asurman descendants, working together to overcome this terrible disaster.

Although the Asurman descendants had not yet been crowned, after the death of the Supreme Overlord Vect,

he had effectively become the sole ruler of the Dark Eldar.

No one dared to disobey the orders of that noble bloodline, especially in such a dangerous moment, when only by following his instructions could they survive.

Rumble rumble rumble—

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Commorragh Evacuation Zone.

The artillery fire of the defense line roared, repelling the scattered Chaos Daemons that attacked.

The armed forces of the Redemption Satellite Zone constructed a safe area, while also opening up passage after passage, allowing the residents of Commorragh to enter.

Compared to the chaos of the outer city, everything here was so orderly.

The Kabal warriors had no fear, simply silently executing the predetermined plan, evacuating personnel step by step.

They knew that behind them stood the Asurman descendants, and that noble being would arrange everything.

They only needed to execute the orders given to them.

After the chaotic Commorragh residents entered, they were unconsciously infected by this atmosphere, and were no longer so panicked and fearful.

Instead, they listened to the instructions and boarded the transport sailing ships bound for the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Afterward, one transport sailing ship after another took off, entering the Webway branch entrance and heading to the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Transport sailing ship, inside the hold.

"Perhaps, this will be the last time we see this dark city..."

Byron looked through the window at Commorragh, which was far away and in the midst of war.

From now on, these people would forever leave the homeland where they had lived for generations, with no hope of returning.

After realizing this, there was a faint smile on his face, and the fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

This was a good thing.

Under the cruel rule of Supreme Overlord Vect and the threat of the Grotesques, few Dark Eldar liked that dark city, let alone wanted to stay there.

Especially in recent years, under the continuous propaganda bombardment of the Asurman descendants, the Dark Eldar had long regarded the Redemption Satellite Zone as the perfect home.

That was the afterglow of the ancient Eldar Empire, the dreamland of the Dark Eldar. Many Commorragh residents desperately applied and paid a lot of wealth.

They were not necessarily able to get a household registration there.

But now, they could all go to that perfect home and receive the protection of the Goddess of Life.

For the Dark Eldar, this was a large-scale demolition and relocation. Being able to leave the dirty Commorragh and obtain the right to reside in the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Overnight, they could turn their lives around and change their lives. It was simply a bloody profit among bloody profits.

No Dark Eldar would miss Commorragh. They couldn't wait to go to the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Those Commorragh residents did not have the slightest sorrow when their homeland was destroyed, and began to celebrate in the transport sailing ships.

They excitedly discussed their upcoming new life and everything there.

Whether it was the beautiful city, the statue of the Goddess of Life, the Soul Paradise, or the Redemption Arena, they knew them like the back of their hands.

They had been paying attention to the news of the Redemption Satellite Zone, yearning for life there.

The residents of Commorragh were even a little grateful for the invasion of the Thirsty Lady. Otherwise, the Asurman descendants would not have been determined to accept all the Dark Eldar into the Redemption Satellite Zone.

It was just that the original residents of the Redemption Satellite Zone were not very happy. They felt that the arrival of these Dark Eldar outsiders would inevitably affect the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Making this great city crowded would also affect their nobility.

Fortunately, those Commorragh refugees would be temporarily settled in the outer areas, and would need more effort to obtain formal household registration.

Those people would become the new labor force or armed forces of the Redemption Satellite Zone, making contributions to the development of the city.

In short, this destructive disaster in Commorragh had become a demolition-style mass migration under Ron's sly operations.

It could be described as a win-win situation for everyone.

The Dark Eldar were able to go to the dream-like Redemption Satellite Zone, and the city of Commorragh was emptied.

As long as the corresponding channel entrances were destroyed, isolated from the Redemption Satellite Zone, and then the Great Rift in the Veil was resolved, and the Chaos Demon Tide was driven away.

He could truly own this long-awaited Webway city.

That was also a major victory that the Emperor had been waiting for for a long time. After ten thousand years, he was finally going to realize his original ideal.

Let mankind own the Webway.

Just as the first batch of Dark Eldar happily headed to the Redemption Satellite Zone, the situation in Commorragh further deteriorated.

Spire Terrace.

"The speed at which the rift is expanding is faster than expected. If this continues, we won't be able to stop those demons..."

Ron looked up at the increasingly large Veil Rift, which looked like a torn wound, and frowned.

Not only various areas of Commorragh, but even the Black Throne Domain might face new dangers.

Perhaps before the Throne was completely repaired, everything would be destroyed.

He looked at the communication virtual projection and asked the White Scar Primarch on the other side:

"Old Khan, how long can you hold out on your side?"

The Primarch was driving a divine vehicle at high speed, destroying a terrifying Daemon Engine.

His face was also a little bad, bearing a lot of pressure:

"According to the current speed at which the rift is tearing, without reinforcements arriving, we can only hold out for about three days at most."

Khan looked at Ron, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Tell me honestly, do we still have reinforcements?"

Ron sighed slightly: "There are reinforcements, but it's a little different from what you think."

At this time, he received a psychic message from the Warp.

It was sent by the reinforcements.

The reinforcements he was waiting for were the Great Unclean Ones under the command of Father Nurgle, Plaguebearers full of the fire of revenge.

After the war in the Garden of Nurgle, they underwent a collective transformation and would definitely bring surprises to their former enemies.

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Not long ago.

Chaos Warp, Garden of Nurgle.

Thick yellow fog covered the unclean area. This was a jungle materialized by life and disease, a corrupt land ravaged by rotting toxins.

However, many areas of this jungle were covered with scorched marks.

The painful traces left by that war had not yet disappeared.

After the war in the Garden of Nurgle, the Plague Lord, who had been attacked by other Chaos Gods and the damned, fell into a long sleep, and the power of the plague also shrank sharply.

Not even many Great Unclean Ones ran to the galaxy to cause trouble anymore.

They all returned to the Garden of Nurgle, and occasionally going out was not for invasion.

Of course, the reason for all this was that newly promoted First Chosen, Great Unclean One—Gluttonous King—Bala.

Before falling asleep, the Plague Lord appointed the First Chosen to be responsible for matters related to the Garden of Nurgle.

However, Bala, this demon traitor and Great Unclean One, completely distorted the atmosphere of the Garden of Nurgle.

"Father, it was a complete mistake for you to give power to that guy Bala!"

Morbid rainstorms poured down, and twisted, screaming vines grew from the muddy ground. The Second Chosen, the Generous One, the Rain Father—Rotigus strode into the garden.

He was furious.

The Rain Father, who had returned from the Warp battlefield, learned a piece of news.

In recent years, under the command of the First Chosen Bala, all Great Unclean Ones outside the Warp battlefield had suspended their invasion of the galaxy.

Hiding in the Garden of Nurgle to study and prepare for the so-called "New Great Plan."

But the Rain Father understood Bala, that good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, and had never even been on the battlefield.

He didn't think that the other party could make any achievements.

That so-called Great Plan was probably just laziness to escape responsibility.

As soon as the Rain Father stepped into the mire where the First Chosen was located, he heard the Plague Fly swarms and the Nurgleling band softly singing a gentle and funny lullaby.

When those Nurglings saw the arrival of the Rain Father, they even made a quiet gesture, seemingly worried that the visitor would disturb the First Chosen and his guests.

When the Rain Father saw the First Chosen, who had his head buried in the mire, sleeping on his back and snoring, and the other top-ranked Great Unclean Ones with funny sleeping postures,

he only had one thought in his mind:

"It's over...they're all over!"