Unlucky isekai? (Warhammer 40000)

If Stas wanted to take part in the unfolding carnage, he needed to hurry. 

"Where's the most fortified and dangerous direction?" Stas turned to the Harlequin standing amidst the Blood Angels. Few were happy about the presence of a xeno so close to the ship's sanctum, but the Webway was too perilous and mysterious to navigate without the help of Cegorach's faithful. 

"That complex," the Harlequin woman gracefully pointed to a spot on the holographic map. The area she indicated was marked by towering spires and formidable fortifications. "That's the Black Heart Kabal. That's where Asdrubael Vect, the ruler—" 

"Order the entire fleet," Stas cut her off, no longer interested in whatever she had to say. "We have our target." 

"Your Holiness, according to the energy scans, the shields on the main spire are too strong and stable, as they're powered directly by the star. Even a full volley from our fleet might not be enough to breach them." 

"Then prepare the assault," the Saint of the Emperor smiled for the first time, and his smile instantly lit up the faces of everyone on the bridge. "Once we break through, I'll descend personally." 

"Charge the guns! Load the torpedoes!" Hundreds of thousands of orders echoed simultaneously across the approaching Imperial fleet, closing in on the cancerous tumor of the galaxy that was the Dark City of the Drukhari. 

The approach of the Imperials did not go unnoticed by the Dark Eldar. Despite their endless infighting, the weapons facing outward immediately began to turn, targeting the multi-kilometer-long Imperial battleships and frigates. 

"Fire!" The torpedoes were the first to strike. Massive, monstrously long space rockets, often armed like full-fledged ships with plasma engines—these "cigars" could traverse thousands of kilometers before impact. Their explosive power was so devastating that a direct hit wasn't always necessary; detonating near the enemy was often enough. 

Many experienced admirals used torpedo barrages to limit enemy movement and herd them into pre-set traps. But where could a damned space city run? 

Thousands of deadly, nearly undetectable gifts roared toward Commorragh, their plasma engines screaming. 

The humans, however, had no intention of stopping there. Inside the stifling, steam-filled compartments of the void ships, sailors and lower crew members strained to manually haul giant shells. 

Due to the weak automation, loading each gun required the efforts of hundreds of workers. It was an extremely dangerous and grueling task, but no one complained. 

After all, the entire fleet knew who they were working for today. 

The presence of the Saint and their sacred crusade filled every man with a profound sense of purpose. Their lives were no longer meaningless. Even if they died today, they would do so for a great and noble cause. 

That's why the next volley of torpedoes was loaded in record time, and another wave of deadly gifts was sent hurtling toward the towering black monstrosity of Commorragh. 

The Drukhari, seeing the approaching death, didn't waste time either. 

Space was pierced by hundreds of black anti-matter beams. The Dark Eldar gunners tried to shoot down the incoming torpedoes, but there were too many. 

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of detonations shook the already apocalyptic Dark City. Plasma explosions tore apart defensive structures, towers, bridges, and buildings. Drukhari and their vile servants burned in nuclear fire. Entire sections of Commorragh were blown off and drifted aimlessly into the void. 

But the Dark City had tormented the galaxy for too long to fall so easily. The Imperial fleet finally reached firing range, and the cursed Eldar opened fire with "ghost lances"—super-heavy laser and energy weapons powered by dark matter. 

Black streaks, darker than the void itself, connected the fleet and the city, creating massive, devastating explosions. 

Smaller ships unlucky enough to be hit directly turned into giant fireballs of superheated gas as their reactors failed and exploded, killing everyone on board. 

Even the shields of the battleships couldn't always withstand the xeno-technology, leaving melted holes and craters in their armored hulls. Those near the breaches died horrible deaths, either from the explosions or from decompression. 

Yet, despite the wall of dark beams, the Imperial fleet pressed forward, breaking through the defenses of the vile xenos. 

"The fleet has reached macro-cannon range," came the signal from the officers and the fleet admiral. 

Russell Hardy bared his teeth in a vicious grin: "Then let's show them why the Imperial Navy is the most terrifying thing they'll ever see in their miserable lives!" 

Yes, the Dark Eldar's weapons had greater range, but once the humans closed the distance… 

Macro-cannons, plasma batteries, laser arrays, railguns, and missile launchers—all were loaded and eager to unleash their apocalyptic fury. 

The order was given. 

Titanic guns fired simultaneously, turning the surface of Commorragh into hell. Anyone unlucky enough to be on the surface was vaporized, their blood and organs turned to dust, blown away by the shockwaves. 

The ever-present fires became an endless wall of flame, consuming entire districts of the vile city. 

Yet, the Dark Eldar continued to fight back fiercely. While some of their defenses were destroyed, many remained. Moreover, the warring kabals now focused their fire on the newcomers. 

Giant ships floated above the burning surface of Commorragh, firing all guns as they were bombarded from all sides. Around them, like swarms of insects, darted the dark silhouettes of Eldar fighters and small craft. The Imperials were like predatory whales invading a school of piranhas. 

But the humans had one more surprise for the xenos. 

A flash, and one of the heavily fortified spires split in half, collapsing onto the panicking Drukhari below. Thousands of tons of steel and stone fell, detonating and creating a massive explosion. 

The Nova Cannon of Stas's flagship had fired. Admiral Russell had saved the long-reloading weapon for this precise moment. 

At the same time, a small streak shot out from the Blood Angels' battle barge, streaking toward the Black Heart Kabal's defenses. Anti-aircraft guns tried to shoot it down, but the projectile had countermeasures. 

"Thud." The sound of splitting air marked a successful hit. The Dark Eldar fortresses were lifted slightly and then slammed back down, leaving only ruins and stunned xenos. 

The Bombardment Cannon of the Adeptus Astartes was a terrifying weapon, typically mounted only on the battle barges of the Emperor's Angels. 

The Bombardment Cannon consisted of an electromagnetic linear accelerator mounted on a turret, firing plasma warheads based on magma bombs at speeds greater than standard torpedoes. 

While the explosion didn't damage Vect's main complex, that wasn't the goal. The second phase of the invasion had begun. 

The Blood Angels' battle barge lit up with the flashes of launched drop pods. Right now, the embodiment of humanity's wrath and its desire for xenos death was descending upon the broken and confused forces of the Dark Eldar. 

And if that wasn't enough, the other Imperial ships began their own landings. 

Tens of thousands of transport shuttles raced downward, carrying the loyal sons of the Imperium. 

Among them was one shuttle, better protected than the rest, surrounded by fighters and other shuttles. A faint golden light emanated from their procession, inspiring the Crusade fleet to unleash even more plasma and lasers upon Commorragh. 

It wasn't long before the shuttle's ramp touched the scorched stone of the Dark City, and a golden figure stepped onto the cursed ground. But Ordynets didn't linger. With a flap of his wings, he rose into the air, surveying the battlefield from above. 

Feeling the countless gazes upon him, Stas felt the need to act. It was instinct, impulse, inspiration. 

The Saint took a deep breath, filling it with power. 

"Warriors of the Imperium!" The golden glow became blinding, but only to the wincing and shuddering Drukhari, while the humans felt no pain or discomfort. "Let us cleanse the darkness and avenge all the humans who have died in this place! FOR THE EMPEROR!" The Saint's cry was so powerful that it mystically traveled through the void, heard even on the ships. It was felt underground and in the fortresses. 

It was heard by all of Commorragh. 

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Lelith Hesperax winced at the piercing scream of some mon-keigh… No, wait. One of the most dangerous succubi of the Witch Cult, the leader of her own Cult of Strife, she did not underestimate truly powerful opponents. 

Whoever had just let out that scream was undeniably strong. Though Lelith, like any Dark Eldar, did not use the Warp, she could feel it perfectly. And this scream more than characterized the creature—its sheer power rivaled that of a Greater Daemon of the Chaos Gods. 

The communicator had already fallen silent, but the words of Vect, who had just contacted her, ordering her to stab the attacking humans in the back, still rang in Lelith's head. 

Unlike other rebellious cabals, Hesperax saw no reason to betray Asdrubael. After all, the ruler of Commorragh could provide her with many challenging and interesting opponents for duels in the future. 

Lelith reached for the communicator to give her witches the order when an overwhelming presence froze her completely, leaving her numb. 

It was a terrifying yet exhilarating feeling, like standing on the edge of an infinite abyss. Hesperax surrendered to this unforgettable sensation, allowing it to penetrate her soul and deliver the message it so desperately wanted to convey. 

The best way to translate it was as an offer of service. And from WHO exactly had made this offer to Lelith, Hesperax felt, for the first time in several years, herself genuinely wet down below. 

"At your service, O God," the succubus whispered to herself with a mad smile, then activated the link with her witches, beastmasters, and gladiators. "Orders for all. Attack Vect's forces wherever you encounter them. Spare no one." 

"Y-yes, mistress." Lelith could feel the confusion and bewilderment of her subordinates, but no one dared to question the order. 

Lelith Hesperax laughed loudly and couldn't stop for a long time, breaking into new peals of laughter. 

After all, it wasn't every day that you were offered service and the position of high priestess by none other than Ynnead, the Whispering God, who had recently fully awakened thanks to the mass sacrifices among the Dark Eldar and now served as the God of the Dead. 

The additional perks included protection for her soul after death from "She-Who-Thirsts" and battles with the most unusual and powerful forces in the universe. 

How could anyone refuse such an offer? 

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A swing of the two-handed sword, which in the Primarch's hands looked like a one-handed weapon, ended three incubi standing in a row. 

Jaghatai turned and looked in the direction from which the human scream had come. The Primarch didn't know what to think upon hearing it. 

To start, in that scream, the Khan sensed nothing less than the taste of his father's power. Moreover, it was so concentrated that one might even think the Emperor Himself had descended to this place, finally rising from the Golden Throne. 

But all of the Primarch's instincts told him that wasn't the case. 

The second thing that puzzled Jaghatai was the proximity of the screamer to the fortress of his greatest enemy, Asdrubael Vect. 

Jaghatai used the intelligence reports, and what he saw displeased him greatly. 

The Khan's eyes narrowed dangerously. The invading Imperial forces were dangerously close to destroying Vect, which was completely unacceptable. It was he, Jaghatai, who was supposed to end the vile creature! 

No one dared to steal his revenge right from under his nose! 

The Khan issued an urgent order to his troops—to immediately move toward the Black Heart Kabal. 

He had to reach Vect first! 

It was a pity his loyal White Scars weren't here, but he would manage without them. 

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"Stupid bitch!" Vect cursed in frustration, watching as Lelith's forces, instead of obediently charging at the humans, attacked him instead. 

Frankly, Asdrubael felt like a ur-ghul caught in a trap, already hearing the laughter of hunters approaching slowly. 

All the plans, prepared traps, and pre-arranged weapons turned out to be nothing more than a "puff," and everything was going to hell! 

It was like a bad dream, a nightmare from which there was no waking. No matter what Vect did, everything only got worse. 

The defenses of his kabal had been breached, and the mon-keigh forces were storming his personal fortress. The armada of dead ghost warriors couldn't break through the rebellious kabalites attacking them from all sides under the leadership of another bitch, Malys. 

Oh, how Vect now regretted not gutting those creatures when he had the chance. 

And his magnificent solar weapon? It was completely lost due to the death of the solar cultists. 

Even if he won now, who would give him access to the necessary codes and rituals?! 

However, not all was lost yet. 

Asdrubael had one last trump card. Yes, earlier he had hoped for the Mandrakes, Dark Eldar who had gone too far down the path of shadows and at some point had even lost the few remnants of their "Eldar-ness." 

But the Mandrakes had ignored Vect's calls, leaving him alone to deal with the consequences. 

He was surrounded by traitors! 

Still, if he, the ruler of Commorragh, couldn't win here, he could do it later. 

Vect had many escape plans prepared, but in this situation, only one made sense. 

Asdrubael entered a complex code into the terminal and watched with malicious glee as, behind the human formations, one of the gladiatorial arenas opened, and a huge black ziggurat began to rise from it. 

This was the pinnacle of Dark Eldar technology, incorporating the best developments of other spacefaring races, including the Necrons. 

The fortress's shield strength would allow it to hold off even an entire fleet for a time, and the firepower of its weapons would be enough to break through the mon-keigh and give Vect a chance to escape the ring of enemies. 

The giant flying fortress moved forward, and from it shot thin, barely visible threads that destroyed several small spacecraft nearby in seconds. The same fate befell the nearest ground forces, disappearing in chains of explosions. 

The Imperial ships were unprepared for the appearance of such a powerful enemy within their formation, so they hastily regrouped, buying the ruler of Commorragh the time he so desperately needed. 

"Yes, burn, burn," Vect whispered, irritated only by the fact that the mon-keigh were dying too quickly. "Burn…" Asdrubael's words caught in his throat as several powerful energy beams struck out of nowhere, nearly overloading the ziggurat's shields and forcing it to stop. 

The void shimmered, and the camouflage fields finally fell, revealing new players. 

"It can't be." Vect's mask of calm finally cracked, and all self-control left him. "How?! How are they here?!" 

Proudly shimmering in green, several Dragon ships—large spacecraft of the Craftworld Eldar—hovered above Vect's ziggurat. Each of these ships, though smaller, was no less dangerous than an Imperial battleship. 

Vect had crossed too many people in his long life. And now, his ancient enemies had reached the point of forming a temporary truce to erase Asdrubael from the face of the galaxy. 

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