In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 219: Mod: Equivalent Exchange

Dark Eldar grav-craft, skiffs, and barges emerged from optical camouflage, hovering above the arena like a swarm of agitated insects.

These assault craft, with their purple sails, razor-edges, and black prow-shields, were crawling with Commorrite warriors.

There was no need for disguise anymore. Zeke pulled off his Kabalite head, revealing his true human appearance.

"A damned mon-keigh!"

"A human dares to show his face in Commorragh?! I’ll string him up and flay him alive!"

Instantly, Zeke became the target of everyone. The assault craft descended, and the Commorrite warriors aboard rained down in droves.

The Kabal’s high-end elite combatants, the Incubi, gripped their Klaive greatswords. They were seasoned, veteran hunters, and they surrounded Zeke in a specialized formation.

Meanwhile, Beastmasters cracked their whips, forcing their modified xenos-beasts to bare their bloody maws at Zeke.

It seemed this city hadn’t suffered an attack in far too long. Zeke’s arrival was like a stone tossing up a thousand ripples, drawing in many enemies seeking a thrill.

The first unable to hold back was an Incubus warrior. He tapped his chest, activating his clone field, projecting two mirror images identical to himself by his side.

The Incubus let out a sinister laugh, his body twisting bizarrely. His clones mimicked his movements, confusing Zeke’s vision.

"Hehehe, guess which one is the real me?"

His answer was Zeke’s sweeping AoE strike. The massive wave of energy blade shattered all three figures, including the main body. "What’s with all this flashy nonsense? Are you cosplaying Zed, the Master of Shadows?"

Even elite units like the Incubi were nothing more than crops waiting to be harvested before Zeke’s stats.

Zeke’s Reaper’s Scythe harvested the enemies before him batch after batch.

A few assassins lurking in the shadows finally found an opportunity to launch a surprise attack. However, their severer blades, capable of easily slicing through ceramite armor, couldn’t pierce Zeke’s Armor even the slightest bit.

The human before them was terrifyingly strong in both defense and offense—simply more absurd than a Space Marine.

The besieging Dark Eldar quickly realized this, but they felt no fear.

Fear was a luxury in Commorragh, and also the cheapest catalyst.

Instead, these xenos fell into a sick, morbid ecstasy upon witnessing such powerful prey. Their pupils contracted with excitement, and the hisses from their mouths grew increasingly piercing.

Zeke was like a tireless machine, turning all enemies blocking his path to dust.

The xenos’ souls were practically threatening to burst the Scythe’s energy core, yet the enemies before him were as endless as the tide.

Commorragh, this dark metropolis parasitic on the crevices of the Webway, had a registered xenos population of far more than a mere billion. Facing such numbers, even Zeke felt a sense of fatigue.

"Zeke, are you still holding up?" Wolf Lord Bloodhowl asked, his scalp tingling as he looked at the densely packed swarm of Dark Eldar pouring in.

"You’re right. I need to take a breather. Subbing out." Zeke took a few steps back.

"Ah? I’m up?" Wolf Lord Bloodhowl tightened his grip on his Storm Axe and took a step forward, biting the bullet.

"Who said you were up?" Zeke rolled his eyes at Wolf Lord Bloodhowl with a look one might give a disabled person, and pulled out a Poké Ball.

"It’s time to let these Dark Eldar meet their old friend, the C’tan. I choose you, Burning One."

The Poké Ball was tossed into mid-air.

Flash.

The moment Nyadra’zatha the Burning One appeared, the blazing flames overflowing from its body thoroughly cleansed all darkness and shadows within a hundred-meter radius.

In an instant, the entire arena became brightly lit, as if someone had thrown a flashbang.

Nyadra’zatha raised its flaming head. It smelled the stench left behind by the creations of its mortal enemies, the "Old Ones".

Although it had grown thin and depraved over billions of years, it was still enough to ignite the slumbering fury of this fragmented god.

"A C’tan..."

Several experienced Kabalite nobles screamed in disbelief from the stands. Even in lawless Commorragh, this word was terrifying enough.

Some xenos even backed away involuntarily. In their impoverished imaginations, they couldn’t comprehend how the mon-keigh before them could enslave a true god of the material dimension.

Zeke looked at Nyadra’zatha, whose body had grown bloated from devouring an excessive amount of Netherrack, and issued a command:

"If you’ve eaten enough, get to work. Go all out. Burn as many Dark Eldar as you can. Also, control your flames; don’t hurt the human slaves."

Nyadra’zatha let out a roar of acknowledgment. Its body, composed of flames, began to slowly rise.

As its altitude climbed, the light it radiated grew increasingly dazzling, completely suppressing the dark sun at the apex of Commorragh.

Countless Dark Eldar wailed, covering their eyes to block the glare that was intense enough to pierce their retinas.

"Flee! Run away!"

Even the most crazed Wyches realized the arrival of doomsday, but the judgment of a god never allowed for escape.

Nyadra’zatha hung high in the sky like a sun. The next moment, flames erupted outward in all directions, with the C’tan at the epicenter.

Those Commorrite buildings, constructed from the hardest metals, began to sweat like snow exposed to a scorching sun upon touching this fire, ultimately turning into boiling liquid metal and pouring down.

The flames started from the Sprawls, climbing madly upward along those needle-like structures, burning brighter and hotter until they completely ignited this dark metropolis.

Any Dark Eldar touched by this flame didn’t even have the time to let out a single scream.

Nyadra’zatha’s flames had once burned down the Old Ones’ Webway during the ancient War in Heaven.

At this moment, even the dimensional space Commorragh occupied began to emit the crackling sounds of shattering.

Taking advantage of the Dark Eldar in Commorragh abandoning their armor and fleeing from the flames, Zeke had Wolf Lord Bloodhowl lead the Space Wolves imprisoned here with him to go to various locations to rescue the human slaves trafficked here, and evacuate them through the Nether Portal.

Zeke, meanwhile, tilted his head up, looking at the crumbling Webway firmament. He felt that if the burning continued like this, the Webway itself was going to be burned through.

However, this coincided perfectly with his goal of attracting Slaanesh’s attention.

Zeke drank a Potion of Fire Resistance and plunged into the flames.

The Adventure Compass pointed out the nearest object that could trigger a mod. Before the flames completely incinerated Commorragh, Zeke followed the Adventure Compass’s guidance to a Haemonculus laboratory that was on the verge of melting and collapsing.

On a table lay various materials, along with a drawn magic circle. Zeke touched it.

[Mod Unlocked: Equivalent Exchange]

Zeke was stunned at first. He carefully read the text in the chat box again, confirming it was indeed those two words: Equivalent Exchange.

Finally, a mod with some actual power had arrived. Zeke tried his hardest to hold back his laughter.