The Emperor’s Angel of Death

An Arkworld has come to Comoros!

This is a major event that has never occurred since the fall of the Spirit Race. Although it did not enter Comoros, it just floated in the sky far away, but the meaning it represents is thought-provoking.

Combined with a series of recent major events in Comoros, the appearance of Ark World seems to be more of a symptom to many consuls——

Has there been a revival of the Eldar Empire that fell apart in the past?

Has there been a turning point for bridging relatives who were once torn apart and embarked on different paths?

And all of this forced them to turn their attention to the center of the vortex of the whole world, which is also the most central character——

The young prophet Patricia, who is the leader of the Lugnat delegation of the Ark World, is leading four followers to sit on the gunboat of the Vicious Tongue Cabal. She is also the first time to come to Comoros. When she really sees these She was also taken aback when the "cousin"'s home.

It is hard to imagine that the residents here are of the same race as her.

The streets of Comoros are like lines on parchment, crossing over and over again, the city is like a vortex of chaotic towers, the streets are full of chaotic sights and sounds, and the solemn and orderly ark is completely Not a worldview.

The inhabitants here are generally pale, dark-haired, emaciated and brutish-spoken, and all armed, even the most humble.

Honestly, her cousins ​​in the Comoros were at best savages who had just climbed out of their caves, and it was hard to imagine them claiming the orthodoxy of the ancient empire—

If this is the case, it can only show that the former empire is completely hopeless.

But here, she didn't see any signs of temples or priests, only a few withered images of Kane. As a prophet, she was very dissatisfied with this aspect. Although the Eldar gods have long since fallen, there is no faith for her. Still hard to understand.

This is a weakness, an unbelieving race can be easily manipulated, which is why there are a lot of shrines in Arkworld.

As they traveled through the city, the cabal warriors around the delegation increased considerably, as if to form a barrier between these ark cousins ​​and the darkness of the Comoros.

Soon, they reached the central tower of the Venomous Cabal's castle.

Patricia saw at a glance that the tower was a clumsy mockery of the ancient art of the Eldar, designed by savage minds and built by dull craftsmen.

Massive dark boulders built up brutally, much like the gloomy tombs that dotted the primordial planets, the sloping sides of the towers had numerous extensions growing along its surface, what seemed to be all sorts of narrow windows and balconies, and Something that could be a tower.

It squatted on the Cabal's territory like a beast, keeping the rest of the city at a distance as if scared off by it.

"this way please."

After disembarking from the gunboat, a maid in a black high-necked dress led the team of Arkworld to the high-decorated gate.

As they approached, Patricia felt something dark and beautiful surrounding her, like a circle of poisonous flowers.

She reached out to touch the stone of the tower, only to feel a searing sting.

"Ah, Prophet, how are you?"

At this time, one of the senior samurai of the conspiracy who led them spoke, and he looked at Patricia with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"I'm fine."

The Prophet nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, you are safer here than anywhere else, noble prophet."

The glibness of the other party made her very uncomfortable, and she didn't like the aggressive look of the other party, but she didn't say anything.

As soon as she entered the tower, Patricia felt that everything around her seemed to be pressing down immediately, as if to force her to crawl like a snake.

At the same time, various voices entered her mind, and she continued to gag in the corners of her thoughts. She speculated that this was probably related to the location of Comoros, after all, it was the closest to the subspace.

Looking left and right, you can clearly see a dark aura enveloping the stone wall, and looking in any direction for too long seems to burn her eyes.

There was a great deal of pain, and she heard screams, from afar or somewhere in the tower.

"How are you, noble prophet?"

The color embryo was still staring at her pretending to be concerned, and Patricia tried her best to resist the urge to slap her to death.

"I'm fine, continue to lead the way."

Going up the stairs, there are giant statues erected on both sides of the corridor, interspersed with many ancient murals and paintings.

Patricia recognized at once that the paintings resembled the style of the ancient Eldar empires, and she stopped and walked, staring at them, eager to touch them. It never occurred to her that she would see these things that were almost lost in Arkworld again.

The corridor itself was made of slate, rising in a zigzag pattern, and with each step the whisper in her head became clearer and she could only try to ignore it.

And she found that the space inside the tower actually looks completely different from the outside~www.readwn.com~ The height of thousands of meters seems to be directly compressed into a plane.

The splendid hall is curled up in the network at the end of the corridor, crouching like a tumor in the heart of the tower, the room is full of smoking braziers, the firelight illuminates the high balcony and the wide ground, on the other side of the room. The throne room was empty.

The decor here is very different from the outside, with lots of amber and fresh greenery, white and teal tones, and a giant garden woven into a painted carpet.

The halls were packed with members of the Cabal, both male and female but mostly female, and their attire was pompous compared to any Ark Eldar Patricia had ever seen, but they were all pompous bullies. , no different from a pirate who travels between stars.

Those female members interested her even more. They looked like a she-wolf who was happy, but beneath the laughter, there were more longings and desires hidden.

What's more interesting is that there isn't a single witch spirit here. Obviously, Marcus wants the scene to be more "peaceful".

Patricia knew it was a simple trick for Marles, and one of the most laudable abilities of this Comorian woman was to find the weakest point in anyone's mind or body, and put a hook in it and twist it hard.

Soon, Marles came out from behind the curtain in a gorgeous dress. She rarely wore the black skirt armor of the consul, but changed into a white and cyan dress with decorations on her body, such as arm rings and The headbands, etc. have changed into the form of vines and green leaves, and the makeup has also been replaced by a more simple dan makeup, just a circle of gold borders is drawn around the eyes.

If she didn't say her name, Patricia even thought that she was a compatriot who grew up in a virgin world before her eyes.

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