The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Hey! Asshole! How do you drive! You can give me such a wide place..."

Walking on the chaotic streets of Wushu City, Soshyan vaguely heard a familiar voice, so he turned to look at the dense buildings on the right, but his eyes could not penetrate those towers and houses, so Can't tell what it is.

Talos on the side noticed Soshyan's movements and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to hear... who is talking, a little familiar."

"Huh? Is there any?"

Kayang, who was walking at the front, also stopped and turned around.

"Soshyan, I didn't hear either."

Soshyan shrugged.

"Well, maybe I heard it wrong."

Then he said to Kayan:

"The gladiatorial fight is about to start, what are we doing here?"

"I need one thing, which is very important for our subsequent actions, but I'm not sure if it will be here, I can only try..."

The city without a bunch of fish and dragons is mixed. In order to conceal the whereabouts of the three people, Ka Yang deliberately chose a very remote route, and put countless blindfolds on the three people, and the haggard residents could not find them at all.

It was also along the way that Soshyan saw what was really going on under the glossy exterior of Comoros.

In these places, the gritty boundaries of reality become soft and shallow, and the unique magic of the Comoros transforms everything it touches.

Wandering blighters and the occasional looming white ghost can be seen everywhere, tragic cries echo through the cavernous alleys, and even the lowest inhabitants are engaged in primitive efforts to control this ever-changing land. fighting.

Even Soshyan saw the bodies of some withered elves horribly flawed, with near-transparent skin showing pulsing blood vessels and underdeveloped organs.

Raiders and gang members are occasionally seen, laden with loot collected over many years of sweeping—other than anything that isn't immediately usable discarded.

Therefore, the seemingly wide street is actually narrow because of the garbage.

The lumen trails flickered faintly on either side of the street, barely illuminating the road ahead, revealing piles of disorganized machinery, collapsed bone pyramids, and other monstrous oddities, as if in the belly of a giant The fallen internal organs were tangled in a ball.

Suddenly, Soshyan stopped in front of a skeleton nailed to a curved wall and took a closer look at it.

Just by looking at the skeleton, Soshyan judged that it was an Astarte, but he didn't know when he died and what kind of identity he used to be.

But whoever he was, is now an austere road sign etched into a makeshift rusted metal wall.

At this moment, something clicked behind him.

Sosh turned around abruptly, the power armor servo made a faint sound, and at the same time his sword was instantly drawn out while capturing a dozen pairs of slender eyes.

Then one withered Eldar fell, the rough hatchet rattling in its convulsing hands, and then another walked past, slashing the head of the poor creature on the ground with the knife and holding its chin. It held it high, showing the surrounding Eldar to appreciate such a tragic situation.

There are at least thirty of them, but it is serious in Soshyan, and even twice this number will not pose a threat.

But even at such a close distance, they still didn't find a giant standing beside them.

After letting out a howl, the Eldar seemed to have found a new leader, and left with the person holding the head, until the last one disappeared into the dense forest of wreckage, as quietly as they came.

"Does it look like some kind of animal?"

Talos grinned beside him.

"Civilization is never innate."

At this time, something caught Soshyan's eye. He turned to the right and walked over to the right. After sweeping aside the wreckage on the ground with his feet, he found some wreckage of a crashed Thunderhawk.

Its cockpit was completely torn, and most of the armor and parts were also scavenged. Although the driver could not be seen, the ending can be inferred. Either escaped or died, in short, only the rusted body was left.

He then dipped a hand into the silk and dust, revealing a sign on a shattered sheet of metal.

A lake-mimicking dragon head is displayed on a rusted metal plate.

"The Thunderhawk of the Salamander."

Soshyan looked at the scar on the body, thinking about how it got here, how it was forgotten in the belly of the beast.

He knew this, the salamanders had attacked the Comoros, and they had taught the Dark Eldar a lesson, but it was far from enough.

Talos also looked at the mark of Namo Lake and said softly:

"This mission should have been carried out by the Eighth Legion, and the Primarch had hinted that the Emperor intended him to carry out a raid on Comoros, although the purpose is a mystery, but I guess it may have something to do with the Emperor's Webway project.. ....however, in the end the plan was interrupted by the Great Rebellion."

"Okay, we should go."

With Kayan's reminder, Soshyan ended the episode.

Soon, they arrived at a remote corner of Comoros and came to a house shaped like a big peach.

"Hi... Kayang, how do I think this place looks like a **** shop?"

Looking at the weird storefront shape, the various pink signboards at the entrance, and the words "Lee Chamber" written in Ada on the signboard, Talos couldn't help but utter a questioning voice.

But Kayang pushed the door open and walked in without hesitation.

"It's okay, that's it."

Soshyan and Talos walked in after being embarrassed for a while.

"welcome......"

As soon as I entered, UU read www. uukanshu.com and the two saw a thin Eldar youth in a decent dress bowing to them.

And the Spirit Race was taken aback when they found out that it turned out to be three armored giants, and the words behind were stuck in their throats.

Kayang glanced at the storefront, only to see a lot of props and medicines, and then said to the young man:

"I want Yin Yan tincture."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and after hearing that it was Gothic, he also said in a very lake-like Gothic:

"Howling, but Wo is going to measure...the size of the nemesis."

Ka Yang nodded, stretched out his left hand and opened his palm, a black and white striped code appeared on the palm of his hand.

The young man took out an instrument and swept it, and then there was the sound of Ding Dong, and he nodded.

"I'm Shi Yinwu, Wan Ying, everyone... come to the Dead Thirst Bonding Chamber of Commerce."

Soshyan was a little stunned, looked at Kayang, and the other party immediately translated:

"It's the Stryxis United Chamber of Commerce, and he's not very good at Gothic."

At this moment, the young man turned around, took out a strange object from under the counter, took a breath, turned and walked to the cabinet beside him, and spit out white smoke at the glass of the cabinet.

Talos saw it, and suddenly smiled:

"Yo, it's quite fashionable, and e-cigarettes."

As the smoke rolled on the mirror, the counter slowly opened to both sides, revealing a dark passage.

"Several, please."

Kayan nodded and walked in with Soshyan and Talos. Then the cabinet slowly closed again. The young man sat back on the chair, continued to inhale what was in his hand, and pressed the speaker beside him. Play a brisk music.

“… buddies buddies just want to give you a taste of all the flavors  …”