Dark Eldar grav-craft, skiffs, and barges erged from optical camouflage, hovering above the arena like a swarm of agitated insects.
These assault craft, with their purple sails, razor-edges, and black prow-shields, were crawling with Commorrite warriors.
There was no need for disguise anymore. Zeke pulled off his Kabalite head, revealing his true human appearance.
"A damned mon-keigh!"
"A human dares to show his face in Commorragh?! I’ll string him up and flay him alive!"
Instantly, Zeke beca the target of everyone. The assault craft descended, and the Commorrite warriors aboard rained down in droves.
The Kabal’s high-end elite combatants, the Incubi, gripped their Klaive greatswords. They were seasoned, veteran hunters, and they surrounded Zeke in a specialized formation.
anwhile, Beastmasters cracked their whips, forcing their modified xenos-beasts to bare their bloody maws at Zeke.
It seed this city hadn’t suffered an attack in far too long. Zeke’s arrival was like a stone tossing up a thousand ripples, drawing in many enemies seeking a thrill.
The first unable to hold back was an Incubus warrior. He tapped his chest, activating his clone field, projecting two mirror images identical to himself by his side.
The Incubus let out a sinister laugh, his body twisting bizarrely. His clones mimicked his movents, confusing Zeke’s vision.
"Hehehe, guess which one is the real ?"
His answer was Zeke’s sweeping AoE strike. The massive wave of energy blade shattered all three figures, including the main body. "What’s with all this flashy nonsense? Are you cosplaying Zed, the Master of Shadows?"
Even elite units like the Incubi were nothing more than crops waiting to be harvested before Zeke’s stats.
Zeke’s Reaper’s Scythe harvested the enemies before him batch after batch.
A few assassins lurking in the shadows finally found an opportunity to launch a surprise attack. However, their severer blades, capable of easily slicing through ceramite armor, couldn’t pierce Zeke’s Armor even the slightest bit.
The human before them was terrifyingly strong in both defense and offense—simply more absurd than a Space Marine.
The besieging Dark Eldar quickly realized this, but they felt no fear.
Fear was a luxury in Commorragh, and also the cheapest catalyst.
Instead, these xenos fell into a sick, morbid ecstasy upon witnessing such powerful prey. Their pupils contracted with excitent, and the hisses from their mouths grew increasingly piercing.
Zeke was like a tireless machine, turning all enemies blocking his path to dust.
The xenos’ souls were practically threatening to burst the Scythe’s energy core, yet the enemies before him were as endless as the tide.
Commorragh, this dark tropolis parasitic on the crevices of the Webway, had a registered xenos population of far more than a re billion. Facing such numbers, even Zeke felt a sense of fatigue.
"Zeke, are you still holding up?" Wolf Lord Bloodhowl asked, his scalp tingling as he looked at the densely packed swarm of Dark Eldar pouring in.
"You’re right. I need to take a breather. Subbing out." Zeke took a few steps back.
"Ah? I’m up?" Wolf Lord Bloodhowl tightened his grip on his Storm Axe and took a step forward, biting the bullet.
"Who said you were up?" Zeke rolled his eyes at Wolf Lord Bloodhowl with a look one might give a disabled person, and pulled out a Poké Ball.
"It’s ti to let these Dark Eldar et their old friend, the C’tan. I choose you, Burning One."
The Poké Ball was tossed into mid-air.
Flash.
The mont Nyadra’zatha the Burning One appeared, the blazing flas overflowing from its body thoroughly cleansed all darkness and shadows within a hundred-ter radius.
In an instant, the entire arena beca brightly lit, as if soone had thrown a flashbang.
Nyadra’zatha raised its flaming head. It slled the stench left behind by the creations of its mortal enemies, the "Old Ones".
Although it had grown thin and depraved over billions of years, it was still enough to ignite the slumbering fury of this fragnted god.
"A C’tan..."
Several experienced Kabalite nobles scread in disbelief from the stands. Even in lawless Commorragh, this word was terrifying enough.
So xenos even backed away involuntarily. In their impoverished imaginations, they couldn’t comprehend how the mon-keigh before them could enslave a true god of the material dinsion.
Zeke looked at Nyadra’zatha, whose body had grown bloated from devouring an excessive amount of Netherrack, and issued a command:
"If you’ve eaten enough, get to work. Go all out. Burn as many Dark Eldar as you can. Also, control your flas; don’t hurt the human slaves."
Nyadra’zatha let out a roar of acknowledgnt. Its body, composed of flas, began to slowly rise.
As its altitude climbed, the light it radiated grew increasingly dazzling, completely suppressing the dark sun at the apex of Commorragh.
Countless Dark Eldar wailed, covering their eyes to block the glare that was intense enough to pierce their retinas.
"Flee! Run away!"
Even the most crazed Wyches realized the arrival of doomsday, but the judgnt of a god never allowed for escape.
Nyadra’zatha hung high in the sky like a sun. The next mont, flas erupted outward in all directions, with the C’tan at the epicenter.
Those Commorrite buildings, constructed from the hardest tals, began to sweat like snow exposed to a scorching sun upon touching this fire, ultimately turning into boiling liquid tal and pouring down.
The flas started from the Sprawls, climbing madly upward along those needle-like structures, burning brighter and hotter until they completely ignited this dark tropolis.
Any Dark Eldar touched by this fla didn’t even have the ti to let out a single scream.
Nyadra’zatha’s flas had once burned down the Old Ones’ Webway during the ancient War in Heaven.
At this mont, even the dinsional space Commorragh occupied began to emit the crackling sounds of shattering.
Taking advantage of the Dark Eldar in Commorragh abandoning their armor and fleeing from the flas, Zeke had Wolf Lord Bloodhowl lead the Space Wolves imprisoned here with him to go to various locations to rescue the human slaves trafficked here, and evacuate them through the Nether Portal.
Zeke, anwhile, tilted his head up, looking at the crumbling Webway firmant. He felt that if the burning continued like this, the Webway itself was going to be burned through.
However, this coincided perfectly with his goal of attracting Slaanesh’s attention.
Zeke drank a Potion of Fire Resistance and plunged into the flas.
The Adventure Compass pointed out the nearest object that could trigger a mod. Before the flas completely incinerated Commorragh, Zeke followed the Adventure Compass’s guidance to a Haemonculus laboratory that was on the verge of lting and collapsing.
On a table lay various materials, along with a drawn magic circle. Zeke touched it.
[Mod Unlocked: Equivalent Exchange]
Zeke was stunned at first. He carefully read the text in the chat box again, confirming it was indeed those two words: Equivalent Exchange.
Finally, a mod with so actual power had arrived. Zeke tried his hardest to hold back his laughter.
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