The carnival celebrating the world being saved from destruction lasted for three full days in the West Coast Empire and even the entire Faerûn continent, and then began to fade away.
Immediately afterwards, historians announced that this year would be officially named the "Year of the Serpent" to commemorate the panic and despair that Dendel brought to the entire world.
Similarly, this ancient evil that originally only existed in myths and legends has officially entered the sight of mortals, and triggered extensive discussions and research.
There are even some mad mages who travel to the gray wilderness through interdimensional teleportation, eager to obtain more powerful power from the nightmare snake, or to unlock the ability to create nightmares that even gods are not immune to.
After all, although the population of Faerûn is not large, it has never lacked careerists, geniuses and lunatics.
They regard the gods as objects that can be surpassed sooner or later, and regard demons, devils and angels as stepping stones on their way forward. What's more, they will enslave giant spirits, dragons, giants and the like who possess powerful magical power.
Creatures with clever minds.
For these guys, the only thing Zuo Si could do was to hope that the giant snake would be in a good mood when they found Dendel.
Otherwise, there is a high probability that it will be swallowed and the body and soul will completely disappear.
Because the soul eaten by the Nightmare Serpent is the same as another ancient evil creature, the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif, which is a bit like being erased from the root, and even powerful divine power cannot resurrect it.
At this moment, Zuo Si was sitting in the garden of the Calimport Palace, drinking tea leisurely and looking through the information sent by various agencies under his command with great interest. After several minutes, he raised his head and asked what he was sitting on.
The goddess of wealth across the table: "Do you plan to continue to expand the scope and number of trade alliances and bring the orcs into this system?"
Waking nodded without thinking: "That's right.
After all, wealth is wealth, and there is no distinction between high and low.
As long as those orcs are willing to give up their past raiding style to engage in production and create wealth, why shouldn't I accept them?
You must know that the number of orcs in this world is not large at all, and the fertility rate is also ridiculously high.
Even if only half of it is included, the scale will be millions or even tens of millions in the future.
They are not only qualified producers and workers, but they can also form a huge consumer market and provide amazing vitality to the overall economy.
What's more, my goal is to establish a super trade union that spans the continent of Faerûn and even the planet Toril, including all continents, countries, regions and races."
"So you plan to follow other technologically advanced worlds and establish an economic alliance centered on a continent or planet?"
Zuo Si was obviously aware of the goddess's intentions and ambitions.
You must know that before the establishment of the West Coast Empire, the reason why Waking's influence and number of followers failed to increase was not because there was anything wrong with her teachings, but simply because the environment did not allow it.
Anyone with some common sense in history and economics knows that it was only in modern capitalist society that the earth began to use money and wealth to determine a person's power and status.
Before that, wealth was determined by power, or to put it more bluntly, everything was determined by violence.
Whoever wields the greatest violence has the greatest power and can decide how to distribute wealth as he pleases.
As for businessmen, they are just a group of fattened pigs. No matter how much wealth they accumulate, they may be deprived of them overnight at any time.
Not only that!
Due to the short-sightedness, greed, and desperate pursuit of profit maximization of the business class, their image in the eyes of most people is generally not good.
Even if he is killed by those in power, few people will sympathize with him, and maybe there will still be a lot of ordinary people who have been tricked by profiteers and applaud him, so he can only be deeply attached to those in power in exchange for political asylum.
The result of this high degree of connection with politics is that when a politician falls, the businessmen who have been protected by him will naturally be liquidated, and all the wealth accumulated over generations will become the spoils of the other party.
In this environment, people's desire for power and violence is far greater than wealth.
Therefore, there is a famous saying in the East: "Everything is inferior but education is high." This is because this is the only way to obtain power after establishing a mature bureaucracy and imperial examination system.
In the West, there is a hereditary aristocratic lord system that is linked by sex, mother-child and blood. Each noble has complete political, judicial and military power in his or her own territory.
The common feature of both is that they suppress economic development and the circulation of commodities to a certain extent, and at the same time make people realize that wealth is nothing in the face of real power.
In fact, before Zuo Si established the West Coast Empire and proposed the establishment of a commercial alliance, Faerûn was basically in this state.
A merchant sets out from Kalingang in the south and takes the land route to the north. Along the way, he has to pass through several countries, countless regions, city-states and the lands of noble lords. Every time he passes through one, he basically has to pay a customs duty, or it is called transit.
Travel expenses are also ok.
This amount of money alone is often worth several times or even more than ten times the value of the transported goods themselves.
This is why so many businessmen still choose the sea route instead of the land route, even though they know the risks of taking the sea route are huge.
In addition, in order to avoid being robbed by bandits and monsters that may appear along the way, hiring insurance companies and mercenaries to escort you is also a big expense.
All the above costs will eventually be passed on to consumers together with profits.
This is why the southern region of Faerûn is obviously rich in spices, silk and other commodities, but when sold to a slightly northerly region, their value doubles, turning daily consumer goods into out-and-out luxuries.
Because the middle process was so exploitative, only a handful of nobles and wealthy businessmen could afford it.
Fewer people buying means low demand, and the production link as the source of supply cannot expand its scale. Ultimately, the entire economic cycle is like a pool of stagnant water, without much vitality at all.
In addition, due to social unrest and political instability, property and life safety cannot be guaranteed.
In this way, it is no wonder that the influence of the goddess of wealth, Woking, is so great.
But now the situation is different.
As the West Coast Empire began to become a pole of the Faerûn continent, the property and life safety of the people were fully guaranteed, and the status of merchants was greatly enhanced. Even when you are rich to a certain extent, you can gain corresponding political status and social influence.
The status of power and wealth in people's minds has begun to become more and more important.
In particular, the trade alliance solved issues such as tariffs, markets, and transportation, and also issued a unified currency with a fixed gold content, which immediately cleared the last obstacle to economic growth.
The threshold for businessmen to do business and the risks they need to bear have been greatly reduced, the people have obtained cheaper and richer varieties of goods, and the source of production has also continued to expand due to the increase in purchasing volume, driving employment.
In such a virtuous cycle, the influence of Wojin, the goddess of wealth, can continue to increase until she crosses the threshold of powerful divine power.
To be precise, the more developed, stable and affluent a society is, the more its followers will be.
On the contrary, if a society is turbulent and has frequent wars, its number of believers will be smaller.
After all, even life is at stake. Even if people want to get rich, they will not slowly accumulate and manage through normal business methods. Instead, they will choose to steal, rob, kill and buy goods.
At that time, the influence of gods such as Tempus, the god of war, Bane, the god of tyranny, and Musk, the god of thieves, will be infinitely amplified and become mainstream.
It is precisely because of the two basic foundations of the West Coast Empire and the Business Alliance that the goddess of wealth, Woking, has greater ambitions and desires to establish a huge supply chain system similar to the "globalization" of the earth that integrates production, transportation, and sales.
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Not only that, she also wants to establish a unified market and currency, making herself a symbol of wealth recognized by all races and countries.
I have to say, this is indeed quite bold.
Because the current Faerûn continent is far from meeting the basic conditions for achieving this goal, whether in terms of population size or other aspects.
But Woking, the goddess of wealth, didn't think so. She stood up directly, opened her arms and said in a slightly excited tone: "Don't you think this is a great idea?
After all, we have now achieved this on the west coast of Faerûn.
In particular, the cheap and efficient airship has fundamentally solved the biggest problem in trade - transportation.
We don't even need to invest money to improve road conditions. By directly connecting all important towns, we can maximize the economic vitality of each region.
Moreover, it can also be used as a preferential condition to attract more cities to actively join the trade alliance.
In fact, I have asked my church to contact all the city-states in the Sea of Fallen Stars region, and many of the powerful nobles and leaders have shown strong interest in this proposal.
As long as a sufficient number of airships can be provided, it won't be long before they are like the city-states in the North, willing to surrender to you and the West Coast Empire one after another.
I guarantee that this will be a win-win cooperation for all three parties."
"Okay, in principle I agree to provide enough airships, but I'm afraid you and your church will have to solve the remaining problems yourself."
After thinking for a moment, Zuo Si decided to agree.
After all, even if this plan failed, there would be no loss for him.
But if it succeeds, it will not only export the imperial bureaucracy and the ideology of monarchical dictatorship, but also cultivate a large number of local vested interest groups and comprador classes.
"that's enough!"
Strong confidence appeared on the face of Woking, the goddess of wealth.
You must know that her time in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell was not in vain. She obtained a lot of professional knowledge about economics, politics, and finance from many souls from other time, space, and universes.
Right now, he is full of energy and wants to make some big splash in Faerun, where business is still in a relatively primitive state.
But soon, Waking suddenly changed the topic and asked in an uncertain tone: "You seem to be very close to the dark girl Eilistraee recently?"
"Well, yes. This involves some internal struggles within the Dark Elf pantheon, and the big moves Rose may make."
Zuo Si didn't try to hide anything and gave the answer openly.
"Rose?"
There was a hint of doubt in Watkin's eyes.
Because in her opinion, after the death of the Goddess of Night, no other god would dare to jump out and cause trouble in a short period of time.
After all, according to the judgment of the powerful Council of Divine Powers, Shar was required not to leave his country within a hundred years, let alone send an avatar or possess him to the planet Toril.
Such a severe punishment is enough to serve as a warning to most evil gods.
Zuo Si put down the empty teacup in his hand and explained with a smile: "This vicious and resentful goddess had actually planned to kill her son and daughter a long time ago in order to monopolize the dark elves' faith and become a powerful god.
Judging from her recent series of abnormal actions, I have reason to suspect that this plan has been officially launched.
So I gave Eilistraee a little heads up.
Otherwise, with the innocence of the dark girl, she will easily be played to death by her mother."
"So you plan to support Eilistraee against Lolth?"
The goddess of wealth instantly understood Zuo Si's plan.
"Roughly the same.
Given the poor relationship between me and the Spider Goddess, it would obviously be unwise to allow her to become a powerful deity.
What's more, this is what the Elf Lord Corellon would like to see.
Finally, don't you think Eilistraee is obviously much cuter compared to Rose?"
Zuo Si joked a few words in a joking tone.
At least in terms of welfare, the dark girl is much more "generous" than her mother.
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Hearing these words, Woking immediately laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! Rose will definitely be mad if she learns that you treated her like this."
But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I never expected her to like me anyway."
"After solving the orc pantheon, do you have any plans or plans next?"
The goddess of wealth quickly stopped laughing, gently smoothed her long golden hair with her fingers, and looked interested.
"It's nothing special. In other words, I don't plan to target anyone in Toril in the short term, but will focus on maintaining the balance and stability in the country. But in another universe, I am planning a big move."
While saying these words, a creepy red light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
"Oh, what is it? Do you need my help?"
Waking leaned forward slightly, obviously very curious.
As one of the closest allies and collaborators, she has followed Zuo Si's footsteps to see other times, spaces and even the scenery of the universe.
Even faith has spread to thousands of material planes with the help of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, and it has long ceased to be a simple Faerun god.
"No, no need.
Because that universe is too dangerous for any entity that receives faith and worship.
Even I dare not enter easily, I can only create a shimmering oil clone.
If there is nothing else important, let’s stop today’s conversation.
I may have to be quiet for a period of time in order to digest the gains brought by this divine war."
After saying that, Zuo Si put on a posture of seeing off guests.
"Okay, then let me wish you success in your big move in advance."
The goddess of wealth, Wojin, immediately stood up, dragging her fluffy umbrella-shaped dress that may have weighed more than ten kilograms and was covered with various gold, jewelry and other decorations, and elegantly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared from the place.
To be honest, as a young goddess, Woking's incarnation is quite beautiful most of the time, but this "rich" and "nouveau riche"-like dress is really unflattering.
Whether it is the heavy decorations on the head, or the glittering embellishments on the clothes that can blind people's eyes, or the belts made of pure gold, boots and cloaks strung with gold coins, they all give people a feeling of going too far.
Zuo Si was a little confused. There were so many things in the world that could represent wealth, so why did Wo Jin choose gold?
Is it just because gold serves as a general equivalent in most of the world?
But it didn't matter if he couldn't figure it out. He didn't intend to delve into this issue, so he quickly summoned two capable people in the scientific research field, Jin Ji Tasha and Vash Tol.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, do you have any orders?" Jinji Tasha asked first.
"How are you preparing for the plan to hunt the Star God?"
Zuo Si bluntly stated what he was most concerned about at the moment.
Vashtor hurriedly answered: "According to your instructions, everything has been taken care of, whether it is weapons or energy.
There is also good news.
The leader of the Eldar Death Army, Everene, has just assembled her army and is planning to launch a surprise attack on the capital of the Dark Eldar, Commorragh.
It won't be long before the key node at the hub of the subspace network will be yours.
At that time, these Eldar, who have no protection from any gods, will crawl at your feet and pray for mercy, forgiveness and promises after death.
To this end, they will be willing to dedicate everything they have.”
"In that case, what are you waiting for? Let's start quickly! I can't wait to harvest these souls that exude darkness, evil and depravity from the depths of their souls."
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose crazily, revealing the devil's iconic evil smile.
Is there any race in the entire multiverse that is more in line with the will of the hell plane of Baator than the "Black Bean Sprouts" of the Warhammer world?
With their level of evil, not one soul can squeeze out the energy of hundreds or even thousands of evil souls of other races.
On the one hand, they live long enough, and on the other hand, they spend a lot of time playing. Their cruelty and torture have been upgraded from pure violence and bloodthirsty to the level of art and spiritual pursuit.
Therefore, when these souls are squeezed out, the bodies will inevitably give birth to new and powerful types of devils.
In fact, a long time ago, Zuo Si was thinking about what form of devil he should shape the soul of the Dark Eldar into, and he already had several rough prototypes in his mind.
After all, this top-notch evil soul is too rare.
It is estimated that when they enter Baator Hell in large numbers, they will alert the devil king Asmodeus.
By then, I'm afraid he, the ace salesman, will have to refresh the historical record set by himself.
"As you wish, great father of New Phyrexia."
Vashtor put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, and then left Faerûn with the help of magic and the connection with the cave tree.
Just two or three seconds later, his highly recognizable figure appeared on a huge space battleship.
moment!
The Eldar operators and soldiers around him subconsciously drew their weapons and aimed them at the intruder.
You must know that in this universe, anyone who can teleport and jump instantly in the sky is basically an extremely powerful psychic, or a demon from another space.
No matter which outcome it is, it will definitely be a disaster for the people on the spacecraft, and maybe the entire spacecraft will be slaughtered.
But as a demigod, Vashtor paid no attention to this. He just glanced at it and disabled all the high-tech weapons in the opponent's hands, and then walked towards the direction of the command room.
"Damn! There's an intruder! Sound the alarm!"
A member of the Eldar Death Army shouted at the top of his lungs at his companions, and at the same time he drew out his melee combat and rushed forward, ready to fight.
Due to the development of military technology in the Warhammer universe, the "shield" is greater than the "sword". Therefore, many powerful energy weapons cannot penetrate various energy protection fields including void shields. Therefore, equipped with melee weapons, rush forward to fight hand-to-hand.
It has become a practical tactic.
Including gang-hopping, charging, and hand-to-hand combat in the Human Empire, they are all extensions of this tactical thinking.
By the same token, the Eldar actually like and are better at close combat than the Human Empire.
In order to enjoy the thrill and pleasure of killing, some Dark Eldar will deliberately fly through the enemy in a high-speed aircraft without wearing armor, and then use melee weapons to tear or dismember them.
In just a few seconds, dozens of Eldar warriors rushed straight towards Vashtor, hoping to capture this strange and weird intruder.
But it is a pity that in front of the demigods, mortals like them are really not worth mentioning.
Especially the speed and agility that the Eldar are proud of, it was like slow motion in front of Vashtor. Before he could get close, he was spread out by the invisible force field and hit hard against the alloy wall of the battleship with a bang.
There was a loud noise, and he immediately lost the ability to move.
"Stop him! Stop him quickly! Don't let this guy get close to the command room!"
The officers of the Death Army were obviously very nervous and kept giving orders to their companions who came over after hearing the alarm.
Unfortunately, all these efforts are in vain.
Originally a demigod of subspace, Vashtor had overwhelming power over these mortals. What's more, he not only accepted the perfection of Shimmering Oil, but also used magic and other time and space technologies to transform himself on a large scale.
, upgrade, and even incorporate many of the highest crystallized cell structures of genetic engineering into the metal body.
All these Eldar attacks were basically no different from tickling in his eyes.
Even if he was struck by those blades, it would only leave a white mark at best.
It will take just a few seconds for the oil to completely repair it.
In this way, despite the successive sieges of the Eldar, Vashtor finally opened the hatch and entered the core command room of the battleship.
All automatic turrets, mechanical equipment, isolation doors and other obstacles along the way were easily resolved.
After all, as the god of technology, creation and invention, it would be a really big joke if he was blocked by these things.
Fortunately, this misunderstanding and turmoil soon came to an end with the appearance of Efreni.
Vashtor said nothing and directly issued Zuo Si's order to the nominal leader of the Death Army: "In the name of the father of the great New Phyrexia, I officially authorize you to launch a surprise attack on Commorragh.
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"Now? But I obviously haven't received the message from the rear!"
Evelene frowned subconsciously.
You must know that before this, she had always been in contact with Shuoyou's clone, and believed that it was Zuo Si's true face, a being similar to the Star God, but far more powerful than the Star God.
"You think what you see is the true father of New Phyrexia?"
Vashtor obviously knew what the Eldar woman in front of him wanted to express, and a half-smile appeared on his face.
"The real father of New Phyrexia? What does this mean? Could it be that what we saw before was just a stand-in or avatar, a clone?"
Efreni was worthy of being chosen by the Eldar God of Death, and she immediately guessed the truth.
But even so, she was still shocked by the result of her guess.
After all, in the eyes of the outside world, the incarnation of Shimmering Oil is already powerful and terrifying enough. At the same time, it has permanently changed the balance of subspace power, established the order of death bit by bit on the basis of the original chaos, and also transformed reality.
The war in the universe burns away.
No matter from any aspect, this is a major event that can change the history of the Milky Way.
If there is an unfathomable and terrifying existence behind the incarnation of Shuoyou, it would definitely be quite desperate for the civilization of this universe and galaxy.
"You have too many questions, dear Efrenie.
And now there is only one thing you need to know, and that is to capture Comoros as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, you, the Death Army and even the entire Eldar race will face the saddest ending.
Remember, this is not a threat or intimidation, just a simple statement."
Vashtor bent down and looked at Efreni with his eyes that were shining with fire, making the latter suddenly feel an indescribable sense of oppression, and her whole body held her breath involuntarily.
Although Visage on the side drew his sword and wanted to step forward to help, he was stopped by the incarnation of death.
The two were in a stalemate like this for several minutes, until Efrenie's face began to turn red and purple due to suffocation. Only then did Vashtor let the other person go and said a few words when leaving.
"Cherish it, because this is your last and only chance..."
As the huge figure disappeared out of sight, Evelyn finally recovered from that weird state. She suddenly opened her mouth and breathed heavily, and she was covered in sweat from head to toe in less than five seconds.
Soaked.
As a person who has experienced countless adventures and crises, this is the first time she has felt the helplessness of having her life and death completely controlled by others.
It was as if Vashtor could stop her breathing and suffocate himself to death if he wanted to.
"Efrenie! Are you okay?"
Visage was the first to rush forward and try to help his beloved woman up.
But Efreni raised her hand to stop him. She struggled to stand up by holding on to the wall. While breathing heavily, she ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Give the fleet an order immediately! Launch a surprise attack on Comoros in ten minutes."
.Tell those internal agents to work harder if they don’t want to die, otherwise I won’t be able to save their lives.”
"What? Are you crazy? They treated you like that, and you still want to continue to launch a war according to the original plan?"
Visage was obviously a little angry and annoyed.
After all, he is the only one among the three giants of the Death Army who has never seen the oil incarnation of Zuo Sishuo with his own eyes, so he simply does not believe that there are existences in the galaxy that are superior to the four evil gods of chaos in the subspace.
"Shut up! Either obey my order! Or get out!"
Evelyn's eyes burst out with sharp light, and she showed such a bad attitude for the first time that she almost turned against her.
You must know that she is not a lady at heart, but a ruthless character who has been an interstellar pirate, joined the Dark Eldar in Commorragh, and fought bloody battles in the gladiatorial arena.
Especially when you are in an extremely bad mood, you will not consider other people's feelings.
"What? You tell me to get out!"
Visage was clearly outraged.
Although he has a good impression of Efrenie, it does not mean that he will compromise and give in without any bottom line like some "licking dogs".
Otherwise, the two of them would not have drawn swords against each other several times because of disagreements.
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the incarnation of Death immediately stood up and shouted: "That's enough! You don't even look at how long it has been, and you are still thinking about it. Don't forget what our purpose is.
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"But you also saw that guy's attitude! He didn't take us seriously at all! He even regarded us as slaves and tools!"
Visage sounded very excited, obviously unable to accept this huge gap in identity and status.
After all, the Eldar are often arrogant, even though they are no longer the overlords of the galaxy, but have become interstellar refugees wandering around.
"so what?"
The incarnation of death asked in a cold and emotionless tone.
"Don't you think that from a strength perspective, the other party does not have such qualifications?
Or do you think it would be difficult for a great being that can set the entire warp on fire to destroy us?
Or have you forgotten how we treated other civilizations and races during the heyday of our Eldar Empire?
If you forget, go back and read the history books!
Now put away your ridiculous arrogance and conceit and recognize the reality!
Unless you want the entire race to slide towards the abyss of destruction!"
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Visage was unable to utter a word after being retorted on the spot. He lowered his head and turned around to leave the command room, intending to lead the landing force to be the first to set foot on Comoros.
Without his strong opposition, the entire Death Army quickly entered a state of combat readiness under the command of Efreni.
About ten minutes later, this complex fleet, which could even be called chaotic, finally started its engines and began to jump into subspace.
In a blink of an eye!
Densely packed warships appeared out of thin air in the nodes deep in the Webway world.
Because they had internal intelligence and knew the exact coordinates, the Death Army effortlessly completed the most critical step of this military operation, finding Comoros.
You must know that in the long history of the Warhammer universe, many civilizations and forces have spied on and longed for this place.
But most of them were lost in the complex network channel like a dimensional maze, and some were sucked directly into the chaotic realm of subspace and were overwhelmed by countless demons.
Looking at this super giant city made up of countless ports, ramps and hidden pipelines linking huge space cities, spaceships and satellites, Efreni immediately recalled the time she had spent here.
time.
You must know that even the largest hive world in the Human Empire is so small compared to Commorragh.
And I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional. The appearance of this huge city is like a virus that has been magnified countless times, and it is simply full of indescribable distortions.
All the shimmering areas at the end around it maintain a stable connection with the Milky Way, spanning countless light-years in just an instant.
This alone is enough to prove the important position of Comoros in this universe and galaxy.
High above the city's shining metal spiers is the spectacular "Black Sun".
Without exception, they are all stars that are dying, and most of them are super-sized batteries that were captured and dragged here during the peak period of the Eldar Empire as a source of energy.
But now these stars have become the property of the subordinate lords of Commorragh.
Aging stars, in particular, often have thin flares emitted from their interiors that fall into cities, briefly illuminating the dark streets below before being refracted into countless crystalline structures.
This kind of disaster, which can definitely be called a world-destroying disaster on earth, cannot cause even the slightest panic among the citizens on the crowded streets.
To be honest, most people won't look up and notice this strange sight.
Watch the ships from all corners of the galaxy docked in the numerous ports. Almost every second, thousands of ships will dock, and a similar number of ships will leave the port.
Among them are not only the Dark Eldar's own fleet, but also all kinds of strange alien races, merchants, mercenaries, rebels, criminals, bounty hunters, etc.
You can even see a lot of Rogue Traders from the Human Empire.
If it were normal times, Everene would definitely choose to dock first and enter the city to meet her "old friends".
But now she obviously doesn't have such a mood.
Because the moment the fleet arrived in Comoros, the city's preventive security system sounded the alarm, and the dissociation cannons hidden in several castles and fortresses were raised one after another. At the same time, a large number of blade-wing fighters and Void Raven bombers also followed.
Take off.
The astonishing number of fleets at the famous port "Zhihong Port" also began to respond.
Although the two clans were competing for the highest control here, they still chose to cooperate without hesitation in the face of foreign invasion.
Suddenly the atmosphere of war filled the air quickly swept into every corner.
Although Comoros does not yet know who the intruders are and what their purpose is.
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"Fire!"
Following Efreni's order, the Death Army, which had already dispersed in battle formation, decisively took the lead in attacking.
The battleship's main cannon instantly fired thousands of dazzling beams of light, sweeping away those small fighters that had insufficient energy shields or were not equipped with them at all.
Immediately afterwards, those battleships built with the technology of the Human Empire quickly turned around and aimed their side lines at the opponent, followed by a classic salvo of macro cannons.
Several ships carrying out bombing missions unceremoniously dropped more than a thousand cyclone torpedoes!
Yes, you are not mistaken.
It's the kind of super weapon used to execute extermination orders and can completely destroy the entire planet's surface with just one shot.
The frantic Death Army actually used it as a conventional bomb to attract enemy anti-aircraft fire.
After all, as long as the defenders of Comoros had any brains, they would know that they must not let this thing fall on the ground.
Otherwise, it only takes a few to cause devastating damage to the surrounding area.
But fortunately, the cyclone torpedo is ultimately just an oversized bomb that basically relies on gravity acceleration to free fall. It is not particularly difficult to intercept it with the technological level of the Dark Eldar.
So soon the sky over the city was lit up one after another with dazzling oversized fireworks.
The impact and radiation caused by the violent explosion even caused those slaves who had no time to hide in a safe place to wail in pain and despair.
Of course, there are also some people who have been tortured and gone crazy and laugh happily, shouting "Long Live Freedom" and embracing death.
In short, compared with the hell on earth, Commorragh, the devils in Baator Hell seem so kind, merciful, and humane.
After all, devils always have to find a "justifiable" reason to torture people.
But the Dark Eldar often torture slaves just for fun and to satisfy their own twisted and sick desires.
As more and more cyclone torpedoes exploded in the sky near Comoros, the dazzling white light soon completely obscured a large area.
Any detector would be completely useless here.
"Now! Let the landing troops airborne! We need to close the protective force field of the entire city from the inside, otherwise it will be impossible to penetrate Comoros, which has a large number of stars as energy sources, with the firepower of the fleet."
Efreni obviously knows this city very well, so she has formulated an effective battle plan in advance.
Whether it is a salvo of firepower from the fleet or a frantic throwing of cyclone torpedoes, in the final analysis it is to create opportunities for the landing troops.
After all, in this universe, there is no more direct and effective tactic than sending out commandos to engage in melee combat.
Otherwise, there would be no situation where all elite troops of various races would be equipped with melee weapons.
"But the temperature in that area has reached millions or even tens of millions of degrees Celsius, and our landing ship may not be able to withstand it."
A staff adjutant next to him raised his concerns.
"Because of this, we will not encounter too much resistance when we send ground troops. As for those who can't hold on, it will be the price they have to pay for victory."
Evelene made her decision in an almost ruthless tone.
She knew that she must win this war, completely occupy Commorragh and hand it over to the father of New Phyrexia...