The Emperor’s Angel of Death

On the outskirts of Ulan Huda's capital's skyline, the long maglev track runs eastward on the edge of the mountains along the southern highlands.

Soshyan stood on the side of the spacious car, watching the vortex of sandstorm outside the car through the thick glass, the dust rolled on the ground, like a terrible living creature was devouring everything on the ground.

This kind of sandstorm seems to be common in all casting worlds, but in fact there is not much gravel in it, most of them are waste residues poured out from factories, and sometimes Soshyan even mocks and thinks about it, the so-called Myriad God is called The **** of the desert is more appropriate.

I don't know when it started, it seems that industry and machinery are forever linked to desolation and dust, perhaps influenced by some Veronica, Soshyan doesn't like this kind of scenery.

I remember her again...

Soshyan subconsciously sighed.

"Captain, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Hearing Bangura's voice behind him, Soshyang shook his head.

"It's not a concern, it's just a little thing."

In this splendid and comfortable carriage, with few other passengers in sight except for the occasional maid who was responsible for providing natural food and drink, Talos sat in a huge chair with his legs on the table, pressing the table Out of shape, he was watching a local horror movie about a murderer who killed and skinned with a chainsaw through the data board. Kayan was sitting in a chair five meters away from him, also looking out the window, Soo Else sat close to the door of the carriage, closing his eyes and seemed to be dozing off.

The crowd seemed to have fallen into a strange silence long ago, and there was nothing to help them pass the boring time of their journey.

And the place they are going is the most mysterious and most heavily guarded area of ​​the Skyline Circle——

Titan Factory.

"I don't think it's a trivial matter to be able to make you sigh, Commander Soshyan."

Soshyan didn't answer Bangura's words, just still looking out the window.

The borders of the pale plains seemed strange and dreary to his eyes, dusty mines, rusted recycling bins and towering drilling machines lining the horizon, and those who toiled on the ground were mostly gloomy, weather-beaten and clothed. Exactly the same as the rough gray of the ground.

After a few minutes, Soshyan suddenly said:

"Sage Bangura, you often go in and out of the warp, do you know anything about Comoros?"

As soon as these words came out, Talos put down the data board slightly, and Kayan also turned his head, only Sol still closed his eyes.

"Comoros..."

Bangura frowned and repeated the word. He actually didn't quite understand what Soshyan asked to suddenly mention this, so he was thinking about how to answer.

After hesitating for more than ten seconds, he cautiously said:

"I've heard of it."

But Soshyan heard the caution in his tone, so he said with relief:

"Don't worry, it's just a chat between friends, I have a friend who's having some trouble there, so I'd like to know a little bit about the place."

When Soshyan said this, Bangura nodded thoughtfully. He guessed that the other party's mind was probably related to Comoros, so he said:

"That place...I've been there too."

"Oh?"

Soshyan made a surprised sound, then turned around.

"Then please tell me as much as possible."

"As you wish...to be honest I don't really want to reminisce about that trip, although many people know that Comoros is at the heart of the net, but how to get there has always been a big problem, if not If people lead the way, the vast majority of ships will only get lost in the intricate maze of nets, and they will not be able to escape for even a thousand or ten thousand years. The demons will shred all life they see, but navigating the webways is almost impossible, between the warp and the physical universe, where the navigator's eyes are useless, and the instruments are useless, it is said Only the Bone-chanters of the Eldar can navigate the web, while outsiders can only rely on memory or the roadmap drawn by their predecessors."

Hearing this, Soshyan glanced at Kayan and asked.

"Then how did you get there?"

Before Bangura answered, he uneasily turned the cane in his right hand.

"I... have a few friends. Although we haven't been in touch for a long time, our relationship was not bad at the time. I hitched a ride with them."

"I see, please continue."

"There are several keys to going to Comoros. The first is to find a good backer, preferably a relatively large conspiracy, they will give some 'passes' to the collaborators, it may be a letter, or it may be It is a flag, or even a finger. As long as you have this thing, it is not easy to encounter the looting of those scattered Dark Eldar pirates on the way. They are not only looting in the physical universe, but the net channel is also their hunting ground, of course not. This can also go, but the road is very dangerous, at least half of the passengers go to the Comoros as cargo and slaves, and most of them have a very tragic ending."

Hearing the pass, Soshyang moved in his heart, thinking of the invitation left by the Dark Eldar.

"The second point is to try not to reveal your identity, including the faction you are in. Although Comoros do not refuse, the character of the Dark Eldar is cruel and changeable, and they are very vengeful, such as some hate Astarte. , Some hate Mechanicism, some hate Khorne believers... Once their own information is exposed, it is likely to attract unnecessary enemies and pursuers, so it is very important to disguise in that place."

"The third is to prepare some goods that are not important to you, not for trading, but for paying taxes... The management of Comoros is extremely chaotic, and some consuls often enter the entrance. Set up cards to collect taxes, although they will not directly attack passing ships due to Victor's edict, but once they can't hand over the goods they are satisfied with, it is not good. We were unprepared at that time and had to hand over them. One-third of the crew."

"Tell me about the specific situation in Comoros."

"From a distance, the Comoros is eerie, like a pile of broken blades that fill the sky, the dark spikes of the towers protruding from the surface in all directions, the foundations engulfed by a dark metropolis and industrial dungeon, The sky is crowded with ships of different sizes and races, flying between the leafy buildings of shipping hubs and lavish suspended palaces, the Dark Eldar devote the entire energies of the entire race to the art of perfection, that is, from those To extract the most complete and complete pain from those who have been looted in the real universe outside the netway..."

"In that case~www.readwn.com~ why is it called prosperous?"

"...Even so, there are still a steady stream of outsiders trying their best to enter this city, because there is not only pain, but also endless **** and wealth. If you have to say... darkness Although the Spirit Race is arrogant, it does not have the reckless arrogance of other Spirit Races. They respect the strong and the power very much. As long as you have enough strength and wealth, even if you are the race they despise the most, you can still be in the division. Moro gets everything he wants, including the glamorous and graceful Eldar beauties—the premise is that they don’t kill them on the bed. The women of the Dark Eldar are very powerful. They are both lunatics on the battlefield and on the bed. Crazy...I heard that."

At this time, Talos, who was looking at the data board, suddenly said something strangely yin and yang.

"Someone is fine with this."

Kayang just chuckled and did not argue with the other party.

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