Warhammer Seal

Chapter 579 Battle of Comoros
"Lord Carlos, your plan is indeed correct. You only need to bury a pawn to give us a chance to attack the Comoros."

Above the orbit of Comoros, Carlos watched the city below continue to be burned and destroyed. Carlos did not look at the servant beside him, but stretched out his right hand and touched his head on the left.

"That's the plan. As long as we capture the souls of the Eldar in advance, we can starve Slaanesh, and His Majesty Tzeentch will be extremely happy."

Then Carlos turned around and looked at his servant.

"How long will Comoros fall?"

"It will take ninety-nine and eighty-one days. The chess pieces we buried are too small and can play a limited role, but once we enter the city of Comoros, the Dark Eldar will not be able to stop us."

“How come you see?”

"Slaanesh is completely unaware, Khorne has no brains and can't see through it, Nurgle is playing in his own garden, and the other three gods don't know our plan, so this plan must be successful, today is already four days."

"Very good, remember to keep a hand in case the other three gods discover our plan. If the plan is exposed, then withdraw all the power and go to trap the other three gods first."

Carlos nodded slightly. The burning Comoros outside the ship is really unforgettable, but in the prophecy about the future, why did this city survive?
It doesn't make sense, so you have to watch her burn to ashes with your own eyes.

The lord of the Comoros, Asdubal Victor, has been smeared with oil.

Although he and his black-hearted conspiracy group are synonymous with invincibility in Comoros, this guy is just a gangster leader who can only bully the weak and fear the strong.

It's okay for him to backstab and entrap others, but it's basically impossible for him to command soldiers and demons to fight, or go to the front line to kill the enemy himself.

Back then, Evelyn made a big fuss in the Comoros and got away completely under the pursuit and revenge, which can explain the problem of Victor's personal strength.

Once Comoros encountered the invasion of several demon fleets, Victor directly got into his underground fortress, and he didn't run out until the demons were killed and retreated.

Of course, no one likes to follow him. Most of the Dark Eldar elites defected to the Death God Army, and some of the other elites left with Males.

Maybe that's why Marles and Victor broke up. No matter what the reason is, as long as a man is cowardly and weak, no woman will like him.

Comoros was in a mess, the whole city was full of blood and screams, except for the orcs in the arena.

They were so happy that they were tired of beating the Eldar or being beaten by the Eldar every day. Groups of orc boys picked up the big blades and went to chop the Tzeentch demons.

Dark Eldar everywhere have formed small groups to fight the Chaos Daemons, but the bad news is that settlements are falling everywhere.

The thing that the Dark Eldar are best at is called mobility. Their wars with the human empire are less lost and more won, relying on the advantage of mobility and the ability to drill the web at any time.

But once the enemy enters the webway, or occupies the retreat route of the Dark Eldar, these low-armored and defenseless Dark Eldar are really crispy, and they can be easily crushed to death.

Far from being as tough as humans, the most difficult ground battle that demons have ever fought is the ground battle with the human empire. The most powerful advantage of the human race is resilience.

Human beings born from the earth are the toughest race. Although the iron man rebellion and the subspace storm brought the golden age to an end, the human empire born from the ruins once again raised the banner for the entire race.

The solar system located in the star arm of Orion is the last bastion of human civilization. Under the light of the emperor's star torch, human beings have survived until now.

Similarly, among the Dark Eldar, there are also such tough individuals.

"Survival is not an inherent right, it must be snatched from this cold and dark universe by our wisdom, courage and sacrifice!"

In the port of Comoros City, the destroyed battleship destroyed the platform, and the rest of the place was full of corpses, leaving only the last port station still fighting.

The flames blazed and blood covered all the black floors.

"Organize the last wave of people to prepare for the assault. We can no longer defend the port. We will retreat to the inner city and go to the big arena."

"Harbor Master, that's where we came from. The demons first appeared from the arena. We have no way out, and there is no spaceship that can take us away."

"Then let's die here, at least when you are eaten by Slaanesh, you have to slap her throat hard!"

The outermost demons had already surrounded them, and there were many chaotic servants of humans and spirit races mixed in among them. These guys infected by the chaotic demons took up weapons and charged towards the port station wave after wave.

The hail of bullets hit like a cloud of sand and dust.

"Don't use heavy firepower, Master Carlos has an order to capture a complete port command room!"

As soon as the words fell, all the demons and their servants rushed up without fear of death.

Although it is being repulsed by Harbor Master Sasamundin and her troops, it is only a matter of time before the Harbor Station is lost.

There are no reinforcements from Comoros City, no supplies, no ships, and even the spirit stones used to make bullets are almost used up.

At this moment, a Chaos Space Marine had already rushed up to the platform, looking at Sassamundin's position, he locked on the commander at a glance.

"Wend..."

Sasamundin bit his lip, looked at his pale right hand, clenched his fist again, and added the last piece of spirit stone ammunition to the weapon in his hand.

One shot after another, the bullets hit the heavily armored Chaos Space Marine like scraping.

All heavy weapons were either destroyed or had run out of ammunition.

The Chaos Space Marine enjoyed the feeling of bullets polishing his armor so much that he didn't even stagger when he was hit.

Three bullets left, two bullets left, last bullet.

As the trigger was pressed for the last time, the Chaos Space Marine in front of him suddenly turned into a mass of fleshy paste, with blood and minced flesh splattered everywhere.

Amidst the blood and pieces of flesh, a familiar figure slowly stood up, and then groups of soldiers wearing various styles of power armor descended from the sky and landed on the port platform.

They spread out quickly, looking for the nearest bunker to fight against the demons outside the port station.

Then came the Space Marines of the Imperium of Man, and various Eldar soldiers from the Reaper's army.

And that familiar figure slowly turned around and opened the mask of his power armor.

"Sasamundin, I thought I heard you calling my name just now."

(End of this chapter)