Immediately afterwards, historians announced that this year would be officially named the "Year of the Giant Serpent" to commemorate the panic and despair that Dendar brought to the whole world.
Similarly, this ancient evil creature that originally existed only in myths and legends has officially entered the sight of mortals and has triggered widespread discussion and research.
There are even some mages who have fallen into madness and traveled to the Gray Wasteland through interdimensional teleportation, hoping to gain more powerful power from the Nightmare Serpent, or to unlock the nightmare-creating ability that even gods are not immune to.
After all, although the population of Faerun is not large, there is never a shortage of ambitious people, geniuses, and lunatics.
They regard the gods as objects that they can surpass one day, and demons, devils and angels as stepping stones on their way forward. They even enslave creatures such as djinns, dragons and giants that possess powerful magical powers and intelligent minds.
The only thing Zuo Si could do for these guys was to hope that the giant snake would be in a good mood when they found Dendel.
Otherwise, there is a high probability that you will be swallowed up in one gulp, and your body and soul will disappear completely.
Because the soul eaten by the Nightmare Serpent is like that of another ancient evil, the Chaos Hound Kozef, which is somewhat similar to being wiped out from the root, and even powerful divine power cannot resurrect it.
At this moment, Zuo Si was sitting in the garden of the Royal Palace of Kalimport, drinking tea leisurely while flipping through the intelligence sent by his various agencies with great interest. After several minutes, he raised his head and asked the Goddess of Wealth sitting across the table: "Do you plan to continue to expand the scope and number of trade alliances and bring orcs into this system?"
Wu Jin nodded without hesitation: "That's right.
After all, wealth is wealth, and there is no distinction between high and low.
As long as the orcs are willing to give up their past plundering habits and engage in production and create wealth, why shouldn't I accept them? You know, there are a lot of orcs in this world, and their fertility rate is ridiculously high.
Even if only half of them are included, the scale in the future will be millions or even tens of millions.
They are not only qualified producers and workers, but can also form a huge consumer market, providing amazing vitality to the overall economy.
What's more, my goal is to establish a super trade union spanning the continent of Faerun and even the planet of Toril, incorporating all continents, countries, regions and races."
"So you plan to follow the example of other technologically advanced worlds and establish an economic alliance centered on a continent or planet?"
Zuo Si obviously sensed the goddess's intentions and ambitions.
You must know that before the establishment of the West Coast Empire, the reason why Waukeen's influence and the number of believers could not increase was not because there was anything wrong with her teachings, but simply because the environment did not allow it.
Anyone with a little knowledge of history and economics knows that it was only after the earth entered modern capitalist society that a person's power and status began to be determined by money and wealth.
Before this, wealth was determined by power, or to be more blunt, everything was determined by violence.
Whoever wields the greatest violence has the greatest power and can decide how to distribute wealth at will.
As for businessmen, they are nothing more than a group of fattened pigs. No matter how much wealth they accumulate, it may be taken away from 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 is generally not very good in the eyes of most people.
Even if they are killed by those in power, few people will sympathize with them. There may even be a lot of ordinary people who have been cheated by unscrupulous businessmen who will applaud them. Therefore, they can only rely deeply on those in power in exchange for political protection.
The result of this high degree of integration with politics is that when a politician falls, the businessmen who were protected by him will naturally be liquidated as well, and the family fortunes accumulated with great difficulty for generations will all become the spoils of war for the other side.
In this environment, people's desire for power and violence far outweighs their desire for wealth.
Therefore, the famous saying "All things are inferior except reading" appeared in the East, because this was the only way to gain power after establishing a mature bureaucratic system and imperial examination system.
In the West, there is a hereditary aristocratic lord system based on sex, mother-child relationship and blood ties. Each noble has complete political, judicial and military power in his own territory.
The common feature of the two is that they both suppress economic development and the circulation of goods 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 trade alliance, the continent of Faerun was basically in this state.
A merchant sets out from the southern port of Kalinga and travels northwards by land. Along the way, he has to pass through several countries, countless regions, city-states and lands of noble lords. Basically, he has to pay a customs duty, or a toll, for each one he passes through.
This amount of money alone is often several times or even dozens of times the value of the transported goods themselves.
This is why so many businessmen, knowing that the risks of taking the sea route are huge, still choose the sea route rather than the land route.
In addition, in order to avoid being robbed by bandits and monsters that may appear along the way, hiring insurers and mercenaries to escort is also a considerable expense.
All the above costs will eventually be passed on to consumers together with profits.
This is also why, although the southern region of the continent of Faerun is rich in spices, silk and other commodities, their value will double when sold to areas slightly further north, turning them from daily consumer goods into outright luxury goods.
Due to excessive exploitation in the middle process, only a very small number of nobles and wealthy businessmen could afford it.
Fewer buyers means smaller demand, and the production link, as the source of supply, will not be able to expand in scale, ultimately causing the entire economic cycle to become like a stagnant pool of water, with no vitality at all.
In addition, due to social unrest and political instability, the safety of property and life cannot be guaranteed.
In this case, it would be strange if the influence of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, was great.
But now the situation is different.
As the West Coast Empire began to become a major power in the continent of Faerun, the property and life safety of the people were fully protected, and the status of merchants was greatly enhanced. When they became wealthy enough, they could obtain corresponding political status and social influence. The status of wealth began to become more and more important in people's minds.
In particular, the trade alliance solved problems 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 merchants to do business and the risks they need to take have been greatly reduced, the people have access to cheaper and more diverse goods, and the source of production has continued to expand due to the increase in purchasing volume, driving employment.
Under such a virtuous cycle, the influence of the goddess of wealth Waukin can continue to increase until it crosses the threshold of powerful divine power.
To be precise, the more developed, stable and prosperous a society is, the more believers it will have.
On the contrary, if a society is turbulent and wars are frequent, the number of its believers will be fewer.
After all, even their lives are in danger, so even if people want to get rich, they will not accumulate and operate slowly through normal business means, but will choose to steal, rob, and kill for goods.
By that time, the influence of gods such as the god of war Tempus, the god of tyranny Bane, and the god of thieves Musk will be infinitely magnified and become mainstream.
It is precisely because of the two basic bases of the West Coast Empire and the Commercial Alliance that the goddess of wealth Waukin has greater ambitions and is eager to establish a huge supply chain system that integrates production, transportation, and sales, similar to the "globalization" of the earth.
Not only that, she also wants to establish a unified market and currency to make herself a symbol of wealth recognized by all races and all countries.
I have to say, this is indeed quite bold.
Because the current continent of Faerun is far from meeting the basic conditions for achieving this goal, whether in terms of population size or other aspects.
But the goddess of wealth, Wakin, didn't think so. She stood up, 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 Faerun.
Especially the cheap and efficient airships, which fundamentally solved the biggest problem in trade - transportation.
We don't even need to invest money to improve road conditions. By simply connecting all important towns, we can maximize the economic development of each region.
It can also serve as a preferential condition to attract more cities to actively join the trade alliance.
In fact, I have already asked my church to contact all the city-states in the Falling Star Sea region, and many of the nobles and leaders in power have shown great interest in this proposal.
As long as you can provide enough airships, it won't be long before they will willingly surrender to you and the West Coast Empire one after another, just like the city-states in the north.
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 pondering for a moment, Zuo Si decided to agree.
After all, even if this plan fails, it will not be a big loss for him.
But if it succeeds, it will not only be able to export the empire's bureaucratic system and the ideology of monarchical dictatorship, but also cultivate a large number of local vested interest groups and comprador classes.
"That's enough!"
A strong sense of confidence appeared on the face of the goddess of wealth, Woking.
You have to know that her time in the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell was not in vain. She acquired a lot of professional knowledge about economics, politics, and finance from many souls from other time and space and universes.
Right now, we are full of enthusiasm to make some big moves in Furen, where business is still in a relatively primitive state.
But soon, Wakin suddenly changed the subject and asked in an uncertain tone: "You seem to be very close to the Dark Maiden Eilistraee recently?"
"Well, yes. This involves some struggles within the Dark Elf pantheon, and the big moves that Rose might make."
Zuo Si did not try to hide anything and gave the answer frankly.
"Rose?"
There was a hint of doubt in Wakin's eyes.
Because in her opinion, after the Night Goddess's great death, no other gods would dare to jump out and cause trouble in the short term.
After all, according to the judgment of the powerful divine council, Shar was required not to leave her own country within a hundred years, and was not allowed to send an incarnation or descend on the planet Toril in the form of possession.
Such 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 goddess full of resentment has actually been planning to kill her own son and daughter a long time ago in order to monopolize the faith of the dark elves and ascend to a powerful divine power.
Judging from her recent series of abnormal behaviors, I have reason to suspect that this plan has been officially launched.
So I gave Eilistraee a little reminder.
Otherwise, with the innocence of the dark girl, she would be easily played to death by her mother."
"So you intend to support Eilistraee against Lolth?"
The Goddess of Wealth immediately understood Zuo Si's plan.
“That’s about right.
Given the bad relationship between me and the Spider Goddess, it would be unwise to allow her to become a powerful deity.
What's more, this is also what the elven god Corellon would like to see.
Finally, don't you think Eilistraee is much cutter than Lolth?"
Zuo Si made a few jokes in a joking tone.
At least when it comes to distributing benefits, the dark girl is much more "generous" than her mother.
I believe that most normal people would choose to stay with the lively and cheerful Eilistraee rather than a moody and resentful woman who has deep-rooted hatred and hostility towards men.
Hearing this, Woking immediately burst out laughing: "Hahahaha! Rose will definitely be furious if she finds out you treated her like this."
But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter. I never expected her to like me anyway."
"After dealing with the orc pantheon, what plans or intentions do you have next?"
The goddess of wealth quickly stopped laughing, gently stroked her long golden hair with her fingers, and looked interested.
"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 brewing a big move."
As he said this, a creepy red light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
"Oh, what is it? Do you need my help?"
Wojin leaned forward slightly, obviously very curious.
As one of his closest allies and collaborators, she has followed Zuo Si's footsteps to see the scenery of other time and space and even the universe.
Even the faith has spread to thousands of material planes with the help of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth layer of Baator, and is no longer just a simple Faerun god.
“No, that’s not necessary.
Because that universe is too dangerous for any entity to receive faith and worship.
Even I don't dare to enter easily, I can only create a sparkling oil clone.
If there is nothing else important, let's end our conversation here for today.
I may need to stay quiet for a while to digest the gains from this war of gods."
After saying this, Zuo Si acted as if he was seeing the guest off.
"Well, then I wish you success in your big move in advance."
The goddess of wealth, Woking, immediately stood up, dragging her fluffy umbrella-shaped long skirt that probably weighed more than ten pounds and was hung with all kinds of gold, jewels and other decorations, and gracefully activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
To be honest, as a young goddess, Wakin's incarnation is quite beautiful most of the time, but this "nouveau riche" and "upstart" dressing style is really not commendable.
Whether it is the heavy decorations on the head, the glittering embellishments on the clothes that can blind people's eyes, or the pure gold belts, boots and cloaks strung with gold coins, all of them give people a feeling of excessiveness.
Zuo Si was a little confused. There were so many things in the world that could represent wealth, so why did Wojin choose gold? Was it because gold was a general equivalent in most of the world? However, it didn't matter if he couldn't figure it out. He didn't plan to delve into this issue. He quickly summoned Jinjitasha and Vashtor, two capable people in the field of scientific research.
"Great father of New Phyrexia, do you have any instructions for me?" Jingitashya asked first.
"How is the plan for hunting the Star God going?"
Zuo Si directly raised the issue that he was most concerned about at the moment.
Vashtor quickly answered: “According to your instructions, everything will be done, whether it is weapons or energy.
There is also good news.
Evelyne, the leader of the Eldar Death Army, has just assembled her troops and is planning to launch a surprise attack on the Dark Eldar's capital, Commorragh.
It won't be long before that key node in the Warp Webway hub is yours.
At that time, these spirits who have no protection from any gods will crawl at your feet and beg for mercy, forgiveness and the promise of afterlife.
They will be willing to sacrifice everything they have for this.”
"In that case, what are you waiting for? Let's get started! I can't wait to harvest these souls that exude darkness, evil, and corruption from the depths of their souls."
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth curled up wildly, revealing the big devil's iconic evil smile.
Is there any race in the entire multiverse that is more in line with the will of the plane of Baator than the "Black Bean Sprouts" in the Warhammer world?
Given their level of evil, it is likely that just one of their souls could squeeze out the energy of hundreds or even thousands of evil souls from other races.
On the one hand, they live long enough, and on the other hand, they play extremely hard. Their desire for cruelty and torture has evolved from simple violence and bloodthirstiness to the level of art and spiritual pursuit.
Therefore, when these souls are squeezed out of their bodies, they will inevitably give birth to a new and more powerful species of devil.
In fact, Zuo Si had long ago been thinking about what form of devil he could shape the souls of the dark elves into, and now he already had a few rough outlines in his mind.
After all, this kind of top-level evil soul is very rare.
It is estimated that when they enter Baator in large numbers, they will alarm the devil king Asmodeus.
By then, he, the ace salesman, will probably break the historical record he set himself.
"As you wish, great father of New Phyrexia."
Just two or three seconds later, his highly recognizable figure appeared on a huge space battleship.
moment!
The surrounding Eldar operators and warriors subconsciously drew their weapons and aimed at the intruder.
You have to 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 dimension.
No matter what the result is, it will inevitably be a disaster for the people on the spacecraft, and the entire spacecraft may be slaughtered.
But as a demigod, Vashtor paid no attention to all this. With just a glance, he made all the high-tech weapons in the opponent's hands ineffective, and then walked towards the direction of the command room.
"Damn it! There's an intruder! Sound the alarm!"
A member of the Eldar Death Army yelled at his companions at the top of his lungs, while he drew his melee weapon and rushed forward, ready to fight to the death.
Due to the development of military technology in the Warhammer universe, the "shield" is greater than the "sword", so many powerful energy weapons are simply unable to penetrate various energy protection fields including the void shield, so equipping melee weapons and rushing forward for hand-to-hand combat has become a practical tactic.
Including the human empire's boarding, charging, and hand-to-hand combat, they are all extensions of this tactical thinking.
By the same token, the Eldar actually prefer and are better at close combat than the Human Empire.
Some Dark Eldar even deliberately fly through the enemy without armor in high-speed aircraft in order to enjoy the thrill and pleasure of killing, and then tear them apart or dismember them with melee weapons.
In just a few seconds, dozens of Eldar warriors rushed straight towards Vashtor, trying to capture this strange and bizarre invader.
But unfortunately, these mortals are really not worth mentioning in front of demigods.
Especially the speed and agility that the Eldar were proud of, were like slow motion in front of Vashtor. Before they could get close, the invisible force field spread out and slammed hard into the alloy wall of the battleship with a loud bang, and they immediately lost the ability to move.
"Stop him! Stop him quickly! We must not let this guy get close to the command room!"
The officers of the Death Army were obviously very nervous and kept issuing orders to their companions who had rushed over after hearing the alarm.
Unfortunately, all these struggles were in vain.
As a demigod of the Warp, Vashtor already possessed overwhelming power over these mortals. Moreover, not only had he received the perfection of the Shock Oil, but he had also used magic and the technology of other time and space to transform and upgrade himself on a large scale, and even integrated many of the highest crystallizations of genetic engineering into his metal body.
In his eyes, all these attacks from the Eldar were basically no different from tickling.
Even if you are hit by those blades, at most it will just leave a white mark.
It will take only a few seconds for the oil to completely repair it.
Just like that, despite the Eldar's successive sieges, Vashtor finally opened the hatch and entered the battleship's core command room.
All obstacles along the way, such as automatic turrets, mechanical equipment, isolation doors, etc., were easily resolved.
After all, as the god of technology, creation and invention, it would be a real joke if he was blocked by these things.
Fortunately, the misunderstanding and chaos soon ended with the appearance of Evelyne.
Without further ado, Vashtor gave Zuo Si's order to the nominal leader of the Death Army: "In the name of the great father of New Phyrexia, I officially authorize you to launch a raid on Comoros."
"Now? But I haven't received any news from the rear yet!"
Evelyne frowned subconsciously.
You have to know that before this, she had always been in contact with Shuoyou's clone, and believed that was Zuo Si's true face, an existence similar to a star god, but far more powerful than a star god.
"Do 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 suddenly appeared on his face.
"The real father of New Phyrexia? What does that mean? Was the one we saw before just a substitute or an avatar or a clone?"
Evelyne was worthy of being the one chosen by the Eldar God of Death, and she guessed the truth at once.
But even so, she was still shocked by her own guess.
After all, in the eyes of the outside world, the incarnation of Shuoyou alone is powerful and terrifying enough. It has permanently changed the balance of power in the subspace, established the order of death bit by bit on the basis of the original chaos and disorder, and burned the war in the real universe.
In any aspect, this is a major event that is enough to change the course of history of the Milky Way.
If there is an unfathomable terrifying existence behind the incarnation of Shuoyou, it would definitely be a very desperate thing for the civilization of this universe and the galaxy.
“You have so many questions, dear Evelyne.
And now there is only one thing you need to know, and that is to take over Comoros as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, you, the Death Army, and even the entire Eldar will meet the most tragic end.
Remember, this is not a threat or intimidation, just a simple statement."
Vashtor bent down and stared at Evelyne with his eyes shining with fire, which made the latter feel an oppressive feeling that could not be described in words, and she held her breath involuntarily.
Although Visage drew his sword and wanted to help, he was stopped by the incarnation of death.
The two of them remained in a stalemate for several minutes, until Evelyne's face began to turn red and purple due to suffocation. Vashtor then let her go and left with a few words.
"Cherish it, because this is your last and only chance..."
As the huge figure disappeared out of thin air, Evelyne finally recovered from that strange state. She suddenly opened her mouth and breathed heavily. In less than five seconds, she was soaked in sweat from head to toe.
As a person who had experienced countless adventures and crises, it was the first time that she felt the helplessness of having her life and death completely controlled by others.
It was as if Vashtor could stop her breathing and suffocate herself to death if he wanted to.
"Evelene! Are you okay?"
Visage was the first to rush forward and try to help up the woman he loved.
But Evelyne raised her hand to stop him, and struggled to stand up by holding on to the wall. While panting heavily, she ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Give orders to the fleet immediately! Launch a surprise attack on Comoros in ten minutes. Tell those insiders that if they don't want to die, they should work harder, otherwise I can't save their lives."
"What? Are you crazy? They treated you like that, and you still want to continue to wage war as planned?"
Visage was clearly angry and annoyed.
After all, he was the only one among the three giants of the Death Army who had not seen Zuo Sishuo's oil incarnation with his own eyes, so he did not believe that there would be an existence in the Milky Way that was superior to the four Chaos Evil Gods of the Subspace.
"Shut up! Either follow my orders or get out!"
A sharp light flashed in Evelene's eyes, and for the first time she displayed such a bad attitude that was almost hostile.
You have to know that she is not a lady at heart, but a ruthless character who has been an interstellar pirate, joined the Dark Eldar in Comoros, and fought bloody battles in the arena.
Especially when you are in a very bad mood, you will not consider other people's feelings.
"What? You told me to get out!"
Visage was clearly outraged.
Although he has a good impression of Evelyne, it does not mean that he will compromise and give in without any bottom line like some "suck-ups".
Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have drawn their swords against each other several times because of disagreements.
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the incarnation of the god of death immediately stepped out and shouted, "Enough! Don't you see what time it is? You still have the energy to waste time here. Don't forget what our purpose is."
"But you've seen that guy's attitude! He doesn't take us seriously at all! He even regards us as slaves and tools!"
Visage's tone was very agitated, and he obviously couldn't accept such a huge gap in identity and status.
After all, the Eldar are often arrogant, even though they are no longer the overlords of the Milky Way, but have become wandering interstellar refugees.
"so what?"
The incarnation of death asked back in a cold and emotionless tone.
"Don't you think that from the perspective of strength, the other party is not qualified?
Or do you think it will be difficult for a great being that can set the entire warp ablaze to destroy us? Or have you forgotten how our Eldar Empire treated other civilizations and races during its heyday? If you have forgotten, then go back and read the history books carefully! Now put away your ridiculous arrogance and conceit and face the reality! Unless you want the entire race to slide into the abyss of destruction! "
“…”
Visage was so rebuked that he couldn't say a word. He lowered his head, turned around and left the command room, intending to lead the landing troops to be the first to set foot on the land of Comoros.
Without his strong opposition, the entire Death Army quickly entered a state of combat readiness under the command of Evelyne.
About ten minutes later, this complex and even chaotic fleet finally started its engines and began to make a subspace jump.
In a flash!
Densely packed warships appeared out of nowhere in the nodes deep within the webworld.
Thanks to the insider and knowledge of the exact coordinates, the Death Army effortlessly completed the most critical step of this military operation - finding Comoros.
You have to know that in the long history of the Warhammer universe, many civilizations and forces have coveted and desired this place.
But most of them were lost in the complex web that was like a dimensional maze, and some were directly sucked into the chaotic realm of the subspace and overwhelmed by countless demons.
Looking at this megacity composed of countless ports, ramps and hidden pipelines connecting huge space cities, spacecraft and satellites, Evelyne immediately recalled the time she had spent here.
You have to know that even the largest hive world of the human empire seems so small compared to Commorros.
And it is not known whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the appearance of this huge city is like a virus that has been magnified countless times, and it is full of indescribable distortions.
All the faintly glowing areas at the ends of its periphery are stably connected to the Milky Way, spanning a distance of countless light years in just a moment.
This alone is enough to prove the importance of Comoros in this galaxy.
High above the city's gleaming metal spires is the majestic Black Sun.
Without exception, they are all dying stars, and most of them are oversized batteries that were captured and dragged here as energy sources during the heyday of the Eldar Empire.
However, these stars have now become the property of the vassal lords of Comoros.
Aging stars in particular often emit thin flares from within that fall into the city, briefly illuminating the dark streets below before being refracted into countless crystalline structures.
This disaster, which could definitely be called a world-destroying level disaster on Earth, could not cause even the slightest panic among the citizens on the crowded streets.
It is not true that most people would look up and notice this strange sight.
There are countless ports hosting spaceships from all corners of the galaxy. Thousands of ships dock at the ports almost every second, and a similar number of ships leave.
Among them are the Dark Eldar's own fleets, as well as various alien races, merchants, mercenaries, mutineers, criminals, bounty hunters, and more.
You can even see quite a few wandering traders from the human empire.
If it were any other time, Evelyne would definitely choose to dock first and enter the city to meet her "old friend".
But she was clearly not in that mood right now.
Because as soon as the fleet arrived in Comoros, the city's defense system sounded the alarm, and the disintegration cannons hidden in several castle fortresses were raised one after another. At the same time, a large number of Blade Wing fighters and Void Crow bombers also took off.
The astonishing number of fleets in the famous port of "Fat Red Port" also began to respond.
Although the two clans were fighting for supreme control here, they chose to cooperate without hesitation when faced with foreign invasions.
In an instant, the atmosphere of war in the air quickly swept to every corner.
Although the Comoros side does not yet know who the invaders are and what their purpose is.
But they knew very well that such a large fleet with amazing firepower would definitely not come for peace.
"Fire!"
Following Evelyne's order, the Death Army, which had already spread out in battle formation, decisively took the lead in launching an attack.
The battleship's main guns instantly shot out thousands of dazzling beams of light, which blew away the small fighter planes that had insufficient energy shields or no energy shields at all.
Immediately afterwards, the warships built with the technology of the Human Empire quickly turned around and aimed their flanks at the enemy, followed by a classic salvo of macro cannon fire.
Some ships carrying out bombing missions even dropped more than a thousand whirlwind torpedoes without hesitation! Yes, you read that right.
It is a super weapon used to execute extermination orders, which can completely destroy the entire surface of a planet with just one shot.
The cruel Death Army actually used it as a conventional bomb to attract enemy anti-aircraft fire.
After all, if the Comoros defenders had any brains, they would know that they must not let this thing fall to the ground.
Otherwise, only a few of them would be enough to cause devastating damage to the surrounding area.
Fortunately, the whirlwind torpedo is ultimately just an oversized bomb that relies almost entirely on the acceleration of gravity for free fall. Given the Dark Eldar's level of technology, it is not particularly difficult to intercept it.
So soon, dazzling oversized fireworks lit up one after another over the city.
The shock and radiation caused by the violent explosion even caused those slaves who did not have time to hide in a safe place to wail in pain and despair.
Of course, there were also some tortured and crazy guys who laughed happily, shouting "Long live freedom" and embracing death.
In short, compared with Comoros, the hell on earth, the devils in Baator seem so kind, merciful and humane.
After all, demons always have to find a "legitimate" reason to torture people.
But the Dark Eldar often torture slaves just for fun, to satisfy their own twisted and morbid desires.
As more and more whirlwind 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! Have the landing force airborne! We need to shut down the entire city's protective force field from the inside, otherwise the fleet's firepower will not be able to penetrate Comoros, which has a large number of stars as its energy source."
Evelyne obviously knew the city very well, so she developed an effective battle plan in advance.
Whether it was the fleet's salvo of firepower or the indiscriminate throwing of whirlwind torpedoes, the ultimate goal was to create opportunities for the landing troops.
After all, in this universe, there is no tactic more direct and effective than sending out commandos for close combat.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be the case that elite troops of all races would be equipped with melee weapons.
"But the temperature in that area has reached millions or even tens of millions of degrees Celsius. Our landing ships may not be able to withstand it."
A staff adjutant nearby expressed his concerns.
"That's why we won't encounter too much resistance when we send out ground troops. As for those who can't hold on, that's the price we have to pay for victory."
Evelyne made her decision in an almost cold and ruthless tone.
She knew that she had to win this war, completely occupy Commoros and hand it over to the father of New Phyrexia...
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