Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The party in Commorragh is a competition between each other, you know, the leaders of the conspiracy, the old nobles who have joined the new order, the members of the Haemonculi sect and the Khaine priests of the Witchling Cult, or an ordinary plunder The boss of the fleet, everyone wore the most luxurious, high-profile and eye-catching clothes and accessories to attend the event.

This is Comoros. If you want to prove your status, power and authority, then you need to be direct. There is no "stream of consciousness" expression popular here. Everyone is very direct, and everyone uses the most eye-catching and exaggerated words. way to demonstrate your authority.

So on the steps outside the banquet hall, there are all these Comorian elites who appear in style. They wear the most luxurious and eye-catching clothes, and appear with the most beautiful female or male companions. Luxurious floating vehicles and transportation vehicles appear from time to time. At the end of the stairs, new dignitaries walked out one after another.

They exchanged pleasantries on the steps, but everyone knew it was all a lie, come on, this is Comoros, and the only thing everyone could think about was how to stab the other.

But amidst the laughter and laughter, they were soon interrupted by a rapid roar of engines. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the floating sports car approaching in the distance. The fast floating sports car suddenly stopped at the end of the stairs. The attendant was so frightened that he fell on the stone steps.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the sports car, which might not be described as luxurious. The car was like a silver water droplet suspended in the air. It was made with an amazing fluid structure, flawless and absolutely smooth. The surface reflects the surrounding halo, and red smoke fills the bottom of the floating car, like an ethereal dream, and in the red smoke, the door folds upward and opens.

Victor got out of the sports car. He was wearing an elegant Eldar-style suit. The straight black clothes were covered with metal armor. Long chains hung down to his arms. Everyone looked at the Dark Lord. , the owner of Comoro walked past the high-profile luxury car, opened the passenger door and politely helped a beautiful lady out.

The black-haired lady with her hair in a crown got out of the sports car. The strappy high-heeled shoes she was wearing stepped on the ground and were illuminated by the red halo at the end of the car. The unique black dress looked bright under the various lights around it. So magical and profound.

Viktor held her arm and walked up the stairs. All the visitors who were chatting moved aside to make way for the Dark Lord and his female companion. Vito looked at these fake faces jokingly. Humble guy.

"Tell me, Melissa, if you grew up with Vito, does it violate the ethics of the human world for him to sleep with you? Although it is nothing on Commorro."

Victor suddenly asked. The question was so sudden and jumping that Vito was confused by him. He turned to look at Victor and quickly reacted.

Vito smiled jokingly and touched the hilt of the gorgeous phoenix sword on his waist. The ancient Eldar sword shimmered under the light of the banquet hall, and the golden phoenix feathers shone brightly. .

"Maybe, but you know, Vito's thinking mode is a bit different." Vito smiled awkwardly. This feeling of spraying himself is really weird, but there is no other way, this is the only way.

Victor laughed, hugged Vito's waist and greeted a lady on the side in return. Vito could clearly see the dissatisfaction and fierce light flashing in her eyes.

"It seems that my old friend is still alive and well, very good." Victor said with a smile, and Vito also smiled and nodded in return to the guests around him.

Although I have never touched Yiyang Na, I have not yet lost my integrity to that point. Although Yiyang Na has never called her "Dad" or even called her brother, she usually calls her "old fool" and "old man". Asshole, but after all, he single-handedly brought up that girl. For Vito, Iyanna is his daughter, a daughter who is not related by blood.

Besides, Vito is almost certain that if he dares to do that, Iyana will definitely shoot him, or shoot him down. After all, he clearly remembers that Iyana did this kind of thing. If he remembers correctly, it was once. Undercover mission?

It was also a banquet, and a stupid aristocratic boy from the empire came to chat with her. While Vito was busy gathering information, he tricked Yiyanna into the kitchen to have a "thrilling" affair, but the result was... At the end of the party he was found stuffed in a jar full of herrings, with a bruise over his eye.

That smell is so exciting, I guess that kid has been socially dead for a while, so yes, Vito hasn't touched Iyana, you can put away those exciting thoughts.

Victor walked to the top of the stairs. He smiled and looked at "Master of Flesh" Wrynn Lacasse who was chatting with several other Haemonculi at the door.

"Hello, Wrynn, I didn't expect you to come out of your devil's cave." Victor said with a smile, and the Haemonculus looked over. He wore a breathing mask on his face, which was low and slender. The breath continues to echo inside and outside the breathing valve.

Master Haemon's body is covered with multiple extra limbs. His withered body is covered with a strange piece of armor. The armor has many holes, allowing those slender arms to stretch out.

The long gray cloak was covered with dust. It didn't look like he had taken care of it carefully because he was going to the banquet, but it was not too much of an eyesore for the limbs behind him. After all, those limbs were almost not humanoid at all, and most of them were not humanoid at all. They have all undergone mechanized transformations to varying degrees, and are quite similar to the Mechanicus.

Cutting knives, syringes and bone fragments filled those arms. It was an entire body part built purely for torture and horrific transformation. Even Wrynn's own fingers were replaced with syringes and scalpel blades.

"Hello, Victor, it seems that you have changed to another woman. How long will this last?" Wrynn said in a low and hoarse voice. He watched Vito become more and more active. "If you are tired of playing with her, I will Would love to buy her for new work, she performs very impressively in the arena. ”

Vito looked at Wrynn with a mocking smile, clasped the end of the sword hilt with his fingers, and gently pulled out the sharp long sword, "Then you'd better do it before I remove your eight arms, but I will Try your best to make sure it’s neat when cutting, so that you won’t be so “unsightly”.”

The Haemonculus master looked at Vito, and his colleagues also looked over. Vito looked at each other without showing any signs of weakness. This was not common. There was a consensus in Commorro that no one should provoke the Haemonculus under any circumstances.

But obviously, Vito openly defied this consensus. Wrynn narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Vito. Victor on the other side laughed and hugged Vito's waist, "She is very exciting, isn't she? So give up this idea, Wu Ryan, I will send you another "material", maybe it has arrived in your magic cave."

Ah, it turns out that the fate of that guy last night was like this, well, it was indeed as Victor said, he couldn't die, but he would endure a long and eternal torture.

"I believe you will make more new works. Remember to check with me first. I like the creatures you have transformed. It will be very interesting to throw them into my private "animal pen"."

Victor smiled, and Wrynn nodded silently, then looked at Vito with his hands behind his back, "I am looking forward to your performance. If you die, I will resurrect you."

"Thank you very much." Vito said with a smile, and then he was held by Victor around the waist and walked past Wrynn. The Haemonculus master turned to look at them, and then returned to the Haemonculus colleagues by the door. .

"Animal pen? What is that?" Vito asked, and Victor laughed and hugged his shoulders tightly. "I built a private arena under the palace, and I will throw my political opponents into it. , if they win, let them go.”

"How many people walked out?" Vito asked leaning against his chest with a joking smile on his face, although he still knew the answer.

"Zero." Victor said with a smile. "Maybe after tonight I will throw a few more in and see if I can break the record. For now."

Victor walked into the door hanging under the three flags symbolizing the conspiracy, the Cain sect and the Haemonculi secret meeting, and walked into the banquet hall.

Victor pulled out his gun, pointed it at the ceiling, and fired casually. The huge gunshot instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. He announced his arrival in such an exaggerated and outrageous way, and everyone looked at the door. of two people.

"Welcome everyone, welcome to today's banquet, I believe everyone will have a great time!" He said with a smile, swinging the gun in his hand and looking at Vito beside him.

"Welcome to the real Comoros."