In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 220: Where Did My Giant Commorragh Go?

Next Goal = 1200 Powerstones.

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The most famous feature of the Equivalent Exchange mod was an item called the Transmutation Table. Its function was simple yet absurdly broken.

For example, a block of Dirt had a value of 1, while a Diamond had a value of 6,000.

You only needed to dig up 6,000 Dirt blocks to directly transmute them into one Diamond. The only prerequisite was that the substance (the Diamond) had to have been previously recorded in the Transmutation Table.

Therefore, this mod was extremely game-breaking.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zeke quickly crafted the Transmutation Table according to the recipe. The recipe wasn’t difficult; it consisted of very basic items: Diamonds, Wood, Stone, etc.

A square creation, inscribed with blood-red, pinwheel-like runes, took shape in his palm.

Zeke began to use the Transmutation Table. The first thing he tested was whether items with unique properties could be transmuted.

Zeke drew the Emperor’s Sword. This weapon, forged personally by the Emperor, could be considered one of the most difficult things to replicate in Warhammer.

He shoved the Emperor’s Sword into the Transmutation Table.

It worked. The Emperor’s Sword appeared on the Transmutation Table’s interface. The value required for exchange was massive—a full 50 million EMC.

This number looked intimidating, but calculating it carefully, it only amounted to over 130 stacks of Diamonds. Completely acceptable.

You had to know, the Imperium produced tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of tons of garbage every day. Just by scavenging trash, he could achieve absolute point freedom. When that time came, wouldn’t it be beautiful to hand every single Space Marine an Emperor’s Sword?

Zeke retrieved the Emperor’s Sword and swept his gaze over this massive and sinful metropolis.

Commorragh, this city built upon billions of years of plunder, had quite a few good things.

Zeke set a small goal: first, sell off Commorragh.

Meanwhile, in High Commorragh, within the tower where the dark sun hung.

Kabalite Archons and Dracons were discussing in a chaotic clamor. The flames spreading from the bottom had grown so intense they could be seen even in the upper tiers.

"I heard it was a single human! Can those worthless trash down below not even handle one human?!"

"You fat pig who only knows how to bark, what do you know?! That human can even summon a C’tan!" a Dracon’s voice pitched up due to extreme unease.

Curses and accusations echoed through the opulent council chamber, until the man sitting in the supreme shadows slowly stood up.

"Silence."

Asdrubael Vect, the Supreme Overlord of Commorragh, spat out merely two syllables, plunging the entire grand hall into dead silence.

The dictator of the Dark City walked with steady steps to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the entire city.

Outside the window, the city that should have eternally existed under the order of darkness was being swallowed from the bottom up by a furious, crimson inferno.

"Even if he has usurped the power of a C’tan, it does not mean he can run wild in the Dark City. Open the forbidden armories. Bring out all your trump-card weapons. I want to make this human regret his actions."

Before his declaration could even finish, the entire magnificent tower began to tremble violently without any warning.

"Look... look outside!" The bloated Archon pointed at the void in terror.

Looking out, beneath the firmament of Commorragh, a colossal, simple machine topped with what looked like drill bits appeared out of nowhere, standing tall enough to touch the sky.

Its volume was so immense that it made even the Supreme Tower where Vect stood look like a slender matchstick.

The entire machine lay horizontally across the Webway, and the drill bits began to slowly rotate and advance.

This sight utterly shattered the arrogance of the Dark Eldar.

Along the path of the Tunnel Bore machine, those high towers, floating palaces, and forbidden laboratories—which had taken millennia to build—were reduced to nothingness the moment they touched the drills.

The entirety of Commorragh was being swallowed bite by bite by this metallic behemoth. Every inch of collapsing architecture was an announcement that Vect’s zenith of power was turning to dust.

"The Commorragh I worked so hard to build up single-handedly..." Vect stumbled a step, feeling the world spinning around him.

And atop the Tunnel Bore, Zeke was looking down at the ruins below.

The building materials used by the Eldar all had a value of up to 50. The only downside was that mining with a pickaxe was too slow. If he kept mining at such a sluggish pace, everything would probably be burned away by the Burning One’s flames.

So Zeke immediately changed tactics and switched to the Tunnel Bore.

This planetary-grade Tunnel Bore, modified by the Officio Logisticarum, was a thousand times the size of a normal one. Zeke summoned it using a blueprint and started it up.

Towering spires collapsed, turning into a ground completely covered in dropped items.

Zeke threw on his Elytra and flew through the ruins. Along the way, the Tunnel Bore crushed quite a few of the Dark Eldar’s elite forces. Zeke gladly accepted the dropped weapons, absorbing them into his inventory, and then tossed them into the Transmutation Table.

The numbers on the Transmutation Table began to jump. Five digits turned to ten, ten digits turned to twenty...

Zeke advanced along with the Tunnel Bore until he spotted an even larger target: the dark sun suspended above the Supreme Tower.

"This thing should be worth a lot of money." Zeke launched a Firework Rocket and flew toward the imprisoned star.

Passing by the windows of the Supreme Tower, he caught a glimpse of that group of pale-faced xenos elites dressed in opulent clothing inside.

The man leading them was roaring something madly at the window. Zeke vaguely heard that despair-filled question:

"Where did my giant Commorragh go?!"

"This is just the beginning," Zeke laughed. He approached the dark sun. Under the protection of the Fire Resistance Potion, the star’s thermal radiation felt like nothing more than a gentle breeze.

With a few strikes from his Efficiency 100 pickaxe, he shattered the dark sun.

The dark sun, which had once supported the massive energy operations of Commorragh, was pocketed by Zeke like an ordinary glass marble.

It was then ruthlessly tossed into the Transmutation Table.

"Really valuable," Zeke marveled. Things that could serve as fuel were all very valuable in the Transmutation Table. One dark sun was roughly equivalent to 100 million EMC.

With the disappearance of the dark sun, Commorragh plunged into true eternal night. The only remaining light source was Nyadra’zatha the Burning One.

The traumatized Dark Eldar on the streets looked up at the sky in despair. The sun had been extinguished, the city was crumbling, and the only sound in their ears was the rumbling of leaning, collapsing towers.

"Is this... the end of the world?"

The answer was quickly revealed. At the rift where the Burning One had incinerated through the Webway...

Sounds filled with ultimate pleasure and madness spilled out from the void. The fleeing Dark Eldar suddenly felt their souls being gripped by an invisible force.

Like slurping jelly, their souls were forcibly ripped from their flawed shells, spiraling as they were sucked into that rift filled with pink mist.

The Burning One’s flames had burned through the Webway, and Slaanesh had discovered this place teeming with gourmet food.

Discordant music appeared across the entire battlefield, bringing endless pleasure, pain, and screams. The Hellstriders of Slaanesh played their discordant tunes, summoning the daemonic legions of the Dark Prince, Slaanesh.

The first step of the plan was a complete success. Zeke noticed Slaanesh’s little maneuvers.

Right now, Slaanesh was busy at the all-you-can-eat buffet—it was the perfect time to sneak into Her home and steal the Crone Sword.

But he had to move fast. Zeke didn’t want Slaanesh to eat Her fill at the buffet and end up with a massive surge in power.

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