This Is Our Warhammer Journey

The Lustful One always believed that the Thirsty Lady would treat him with tolerance, ever since he woke up from the mechanical womb ravaged by the demon of carnal desires.

So he released his desires without any hesitation, only worried that in the experience of these desires, he might lose his head and forget to offer the Thirsty Lady his most wonderful emotions.

Just like now.

The vast central corridor seemed somewhat empty, as the Lustful One, clad in finely crafted armor, was wielding a neural whip, lashing at the servitors.

*Whip—*

The long whip struck the skin, with its specially crafted poison and neural hooks licking at the flesh, the immense pain stirring a beautiful echo.

This was how it was supposed to be.

"Boring, boring!"

The Lustful One kicked a servitor who was attempting to continue transporting goods. He had to admit one thing: the cruelty of monkeys torturing their own kind had slightly raised his regard for them.

These genetically modified Dark Eldar, used as messengers in the intricate city of Commorragh, were also deadly and agile assassins.

Their exposed, elongated legs, specialized for high-speed mobility, appeared exceptionally charming in the Lustful One's eyes.

"Ah!!!"

The Disaster's sweet voice let out a tempting scream like a nightingale.

That's more like it.

A satisfied smile appeared on the Lustful One's face.

However, before he could tighten the whip, an invisible deterrence struck, causing him to instantly turn his lascivious expression into one of terror.

This was the fear carved deep into every Eldar's soul. With the deterrence, the claws of the demon of carnal desires would follow.

He quickly loosened his grip, swung his large decapitation blade, and injected the neural suppressant into his veins, bringing his desires to their lowest point.

But after waiting for over ten seconds, the Lustful One saw no sign of the slender, deadly figure he had anticipated.

"Did the handmaiden of the Thirsty Lady not arrive?"

The scars from the Hunter's deterrence wouldn't heal quickly, and he hoped that this guess was correct.

Despite the Lustful One's reckless behavior on others' ships, thinking death wouldn't matter to him, the bounty from this conspiracy group was supposedly enough to rent Commorragh's largest arena for a performance. The cost of resurrection was something he, as a high-ranking officer, could afford.

But dying at the hands of the demon of carnal desires was a completely different matter.

Being taken by the Thirsty Lady to the six-ringed palace of the High Heavens after death was an outcome no Eldar could accept. Just thinking about it was enough to make one's soul shudder.

"Maybe this is the Thirsty Lady's invitation? To invite us to savor the feast?"

Releasing his senses to their maximum, the Disaster, accompanying the Lustful One, hid her panic and cautiously used her claws to push away the neural whip after confirming there was no additional movement except for the thinning boundary between this place and the High Heavens.

She dissatisfiedly spoke.

"Don't joke."

The Lustful One squinted his eyes. He tightened the neural whip coiled around the Disaster's calf, slightly relaxing his spirit, and letting his now-weakened soul soothe. Just as he was about to tell his Disaster partner to stop teasing him, his mouth suddenly froze.

The brief moment of disorientation had caused him to lose contact with his team, who should have been maintaining communication.

He instinctively looked toward the deep corridor, his every nerve telling him something was approaching.

This ship's assault on the Dark Eldar's sinister nest had begun again.

And this time, it wouldn't be a simple probe!

"Horus!"

It was a roar.

The murderous intent and the ear-splitting roar instinctively tensed every muscle in his body, but his chest refused to open, as though an invisible hand had clenched his throat, making breathing difficult.

This—this feeling!

This momentum surpassed any beast he had ever known, at least those creatures he had killed in the arena had never carried such murderous intent.

When the golden power spear swept toward him, only one thought remained in his mind.

I will die!

*Crash!*

A sharp, explosive sound reverberated as the Lustful One's body, only beginning to react, was torn to pieces in midair by the long spear.

*Slish!*

The sharp tip of the spear severed his wings, and just when the young Disaster thought she had escaped, a large hand gripped her skull and slammed it into the wall, causing her cranium to shatter.

Suppressing his thirst for blood, Garna threw the headless corpse aside and roared again.

"Holy Les, witness me! Burn me!"

Almost all the Dark Eldar heard that deafening voice at the same time.

It was a wailing roar, carrying the deepest emotion of a holy angel before death, a rage that returned all the despair and agony it had experienced to the world!

Behind him, the war dogs dragging the snake-like corpse were also infected by this burning rage from the world.

These abominations, tainted by their association with the Dark Eldar, were so repulsive.

The war dogs raised their hands, crushing the body of an U’gul, and then decisively ran toward the crimson path.

The angel pulled on the hounds, one dashing into the cage, and then tearing it to pieces.

Through Romulus's gaze, the three advancing in the front, in a near siphoning manner, drew the lurking Dark Eldar from every shadow toward the heart of the war.

At the same time, they completely exposed their backs to the executioners hiding in the shadows.

*Slish!*

A beam of light struck. The long-suffering neural system, forged in Commorragh, responded with horrific control, diverting his body, but leaving only faint burn marks on his armor.

The nightmare, still rushing toward the attacked location, exaggeratedly dodged the laser shot.

These Dark Eldar warriors, loyal mercenaries of the conspiracy group, were the most deadly killing machines in one-on-one combat.

The device on their heads, the lash demon apparatus, constantly released psychic impacts, dizzying their opponents and gaining the upper hand during the fight.

But that was all.

Firing had secured the team a momentary advantage. When the nightmare cast a cold glare at the warrior wearing the Crow Raven faceplate, what greeted him was the high-speed spinning chain axe.

*Clang!*

A superb skill allowed him to block the strike, and with a bit of force, he suppressed the shark, just as he was about to decapitate it when the follow-up attack directly severed the nightmare's right arm.

He quickly withdrew, attempting to create some space, but another axe blade easily caught up with the back of his head. The roaring saw-tooth blade ripped through his body, slicing it in two from top to bottom.

The jagged teeth intertwined, seizing the flesh, and the sharks, as they withdrew, shredded the nightmare's corpse, scattering its blood and limbs in all directions.

Only then did the still-operating lash demon device finally dispel the psychic shadow cast by the sharks.