Canis growls and pushes my left hand again, turning my attention from the holofield screen back to my tesseract vision.
We have entered the , sort of civilian sector full of brigands and assassins. Our batteries set them right, and turn them to the light.
After this, we finally arrive at High Commorragh, the place of power for the Dark Eldar. The entire race seems to be waiting for us, billions of troops and carnage engines, mutated beasts and 10 thousand ships of every size.
We are completely outnumbered, and outgunned, or so it seems.
I drop Tyranids ships in 50 places, all to the sides of the awaiting armies, and keep only 100 bioships in reserve. The Silence engulfs the city and quells most of their wards and magic, and thus I launch two Vortex torpedoes, one in their frontlines and one behind the enemy lines, right at the edge of the nearest spire.
A few seconds after, I start kidnapping the bigger Drukhari ships as fast as I can, denying them their strongest assets. Five more Archons are now captured, plus 98 Battleships.
The Tyranids howl in hunger and plow straight into the waiting biomass,
The dinsional mirror defending the spire is breached by the Warp rift, and demons of a thousand types flood Commorragh's richest quarters.
Of course, those rich nobles and Archons had their private armies and Pain Engines and thousands of mine and traps, but the Immaterium is without end and will never run out of demons.
The Drukhari cruisers and bombers still in the air struggle to split their fire in between the three attacking forces, and and the Eldar are the most distant and less imdiate threat.
"Warp weapons! They should be forbidden!" the Avatar claims in a disgusted voice.
See? The Geneva Convention is very close already.
I flick a lta torpedo deep inside the highest spire, and the deflection field only stops half of its effect, while lting plasma falls onto the troops and demons below, sending them all to hell, screaming in joy or terror.
The Silence is not strong enough for a third Vortex warhead to be used safely, but I'm in no rush. I record everything, while my fleet fires thousands of plasma torpedoes at the defending Dark Eldar army.
I don't care how strong a psyker is, while bombarded by Tyranid Silence and a thousand tones plasma torpedo, his mind will crack and so will his shields.
Well, except one Mandrake who tanks 5 torpedoes before he dies. Must have been their boss or sothing. As durable as a Navy cruiser, so possibly on par with a Daemon Prince.
I don't really care though. My corvettes have 20 thousand torpedoes to spend, and we're barely using 10 percent for now.
I direct a wing of 100 corvettes to unleash a sequential barrage on the tallest spire. Not at once, because the most warheads will get vaporized in the previous explosion. There is no rush,anyway.
I have all the ti in the world, and a Silent Sister whispering hot promises in my ear.
"How do you like the show guys?" I ask to make sure.
"Looks great from up here. Probably quite nasty at ground level though..." Rafen quips with a snort.
"The Tyranids are eating well today." Ludvaius observes in a calm voice.
"They are, huh? Poor creatures. Coming all the way from distant galaxies, just to serve as actors in my pict-show. I bet a throne my kids will love this recording." I comnt in a wry voice.
"Which throne would that be?" the Chaplain interferes at my heresy.
Rafen flips a sliver coin and holds it up. "One throne coin, Lord Pef. But all your kids must love it." the Astartes demands waving the coin like it was made of spirit stones or sothing of value.
"What's not to love? Should I add so Orks in there?" I ask in a naive voice.
"No!" everyone on the bridge yells in terror. Probably a good idea then.
"Necrons?" I ask in fake innocence.
"That's even worse, Captain. Stop talking while you're ahead." Brother Ludvaius advises and pats my head in a familiar gesture.
I pat Canis on his head for comfort, while we wait for the damned dinsional field to break.
The Eldar cruisers keep lancing everything approaching our formation, creating a rather powerful barrier of light and antimatter. We fire plasma and lances as well, and I keep stealing bombers and fighter as soon as they leave the launch bays.
Everyone of these babies would be worth a billion thrones, sleek and nimble death machines with millions of years of advanced technology.
One day humanity will have such fighters too, but for that I need so respite to grow my kingdom in relative peace.
As it happens, the Tau and the Dark Eldar are the easiest enemies to defeat, due to their localized concentration.
Sadly, most of the Tau stuff is only on par with the Astartes weaponry and armor, or even below, not to ntion the chanicus.
They still need to grow and discover more nice stuff to be worth a raid from myself.
Hopefully anti-Chaos and anti-Necron weapons. That would be great. I will have to arrange they et and fight more often.
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