Chapter 183: The Scheming Eldar
"Besides these creatures, all the other test subjects are dead. But they seem to have stopped expanding! What should we do next? Should we report to Master Tevantias?"
"They seem to have stopped expanding now that there are no more enemies. Don't worry, didn't Master Tevantias say he could control these creatures? The matter that could make Master Tevantias put aside his experiments must be very important. If you disturb him, you know the consequences."
Saying this, the two Dark Eldar couldn't help but shiver. No creature in this world would ever want to fall into the hands of a Haemonculus.
"Just record the data properly and make sure nothing happens to these creatures!"
After thinking about it, they decided not to interfere too much with the Zerg, lest they incur Tevantias's displeasure.
What they didn't know was that Abathur had already begun to control the Zerg to move toward the edge of the testing ground. The edge of the area had isolation and warning facilities. A deadly plasma fence would vaporize any creature that approached, and triggering it would also alert the nearby Dark Eldar. However, among the Zerg, there was a special unit called a Viper. They could temporarily release a viscous compound that could disable energy-based facilities.
By briefly disabling a small section of the facility, a few Drones quietly left the testing ground. The Viper then flew directly into the plasma wall, turning to charcoal, to confuse the Dark Eldar who came to investigate. Only by escaping surveillance could the Swarm truly develop without restraint.
At this time, Tevantias had arrived in the upper spires of Commorragh. He still did not know that the test subjects he thought were completely under his control had quietly slipped from his grasp.
Tevantias's location was the center of power in all of Commorragh, but the surrounding buildings were dilapidated. The once most glorious architectural complex seemed to have been baptized by the fires of a severe war.
Tevantias now stood before Vect. Looking at the gloomy Dark Eldar sitting on the throne before him, Tevantias also became much more reserved. Even he had to be careful when facing the master of this dark city. The person before him was the one who had united Commorragh. The years had left no trace on his face, but his lifespan could be traced back to before the Fall of the Eldar.
Vect was originally just a slave, but this once-inconspicuous slave had climbed to his current position step by step through his own wisdom and ruthlessness. The city-states in Commorragh that were unwilling to obey him were destroyed at his hands, and countless great figures of old Commorragh had died by his hand. Many had tried to kill him, but not a single one had succeeded.
At this moment, a Harlequin was standing next to Vect. It was the same Shadowseer who had attacked Lucan, Lemire.
"Vect, the Troupe once helped you kill those who tried to destroy you and helped you resurrect. Is this how you repay the Laughing God's grace?"
Lemire was currently very annoyed. The Harlequins had also played a role in Vect's rise to power. But when he came here to try and get Vect to use his position to have the Dark Eldar of Commorragh destroy the Mongorte Dynasty, Vect had been constantly procrastinating. Lemire had seen the power of the Mongorte Dynasty with his own eyes. He certainly knew that the few Kabals Vect had perfunctorily sent out could not possibly shake the Mongorte Dynasty's rule in the Expanse; at most, they were just a nuisance to the humans.
"Shadowseer Lemire, perhaps you can tell me the location of the Ynnari. In exchange, I can do my utmost to destroy that so-called Mongorte Dynasty. You know very well that the growth of the Ynnari would not have been possible without your help."
Vect toyed with the dagger in his hand, his words blunt. Vect had no interest in the Harlequins' pursuit of rebuilding the old Eldar Empire. He himself had been born in that era; he knew very well how degenerate that so-called glory was. He had witnessed the fall of the empire. For him, that ethereal empire was not worth pursuing. And ever since the Laughing God had begun to support the Ynnari, Vect had completely lost his trust in these Harlequins who never took a side.
He did not know if humanity would truly devour the entire galaxy as these Harlequins predicted, but the existence of the Ynnari, that is, the Regent-Consort Yvraine, was a real and present threat to the foundation of his rule. More and more Dark Eldar were becoming followers of the God of the Dead and choosing to follow Yvraine. And the dilapidated architectural complex near the spires was the result of Yvraine destroying a portal when she fled Commorragh, causing a daemon invasion.
A prophecy? Before it truly comes to pass, it is always just a prophecy. How many prophecies known by those Farseers who claimed to have seen a corner of the future have failed to come true?
Faced with Vect's request, Lemire was silent. The Ynnari were also a piece chosen by the Laughing God; he had no right to interfere.
Tevantias watched the argument between the two with indifference. He despised both Vect and the Harlequins. In Commorragh, you would certainly not find a sincere collaborator.
"Vect, why did you summon me? My experiment is at a critical stage."
"Tevantias, it seems you have made a breakthrough in your research on the biological samples the Harlequins gave you?"
"Perhaps. It is a very interesting species!"
"Is that so? It is indeed very interesting. I can even feel their psychic presence in this city. Tevantias, I do not wish for Commorragh to face another daemon invasion."
"Haemonculus! Do not be too confident in your biotechnology. These creatures are far more powerful than you imagine. What the Eldar need to know are their weaknesses!" Lemire said at the same time.
Hearing this, Tevantias's face darkened. The countless biological limbs on his back began to writhe, a sign that he was ready for battle. He knew why Vect had said that. The increase in the number of the Swarm would inevitably lead to the hatching of more Overlords, and the increase in the number of Overlords meant that the special psychic presence of the Zerg would become more powerful. And the fact that Vect knew the results of his experiment meant that even among his own subordinates, there were Vect's spies.
"Are you spying on me, Vect?"
"Spying on you? I am the true ruler of Commorragh! Please remember that. And one more thing I need your Coven to do. A group of humans from that so-called Mongorte Dynasty has escaped from a slaver's prison. The lower levels are the territory of you Haemonculi. I need you to help me find them. There are still some of those human Astartes who slipped through the net in the lower levels. I know why you haven't cleaned them up; you just want to use them to test your creations. Commorragh needs no more variables now!"
Vect's control over Commorragh exceeded everyone's imagination. Even some insignificant matters were being constantly monitored by him. Vect was also curious as to how these humans had brought their combat suits into Commorragh.
After speaking, Vect stood up and left the hall. The Harlequin also vanished, leaving only Tevantias.
Did he really intend to follow Vect's orders? In his eyes, how could a great Haemonculus obey the orders of others? The escaped humans and the Astartes could be killed, but he would not get rid of the Zerg. If he could figure out the principle behind how the Zerg could carry such a large number of genes, perhaps he could create an unparalleled creature. At that time, the entire Commorragh, no! The entire galaxy would tremble before him.
Burns and the Salamander, Argus, did not yet know that their hiding place had already been exposed, and that a purge against them was about to begin.
Lucan's attention was also temporarily no longer on Commorragh. The seeds had been sown. What he needed to do now was wait. Wait for the Swarm to grow, wait for the humans in the lower levels to gain more strength! And now, the more important target was the Eldar Craftworld. These Craftworld Eldar, who were making small moves from behind the scenes, were the key to whether the Protoss could grow stronger.
Nearly two months had passed. The retrofitting of the Stellar Pioneer was nearing its end, and Gabriel had already arrived in the Expanse with his Blood Ravens.
Calculating the strength he had on hand, Lucan felt it was time to take action against the Craftworld Eldar.
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