Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Speaking of which, is there really any municipal system in Comoros? What I mean is that a dock at the pier caught fire all night long. The flames lit up half of the sky, but no one came to put out the fire. They just allowed the flames to burn down the entire dock and even spread to several surrounding warehouses.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem strange. After all, Comoros is a place where you may get shot if you go out to buy a late-night snack or just buy a bottle of beer, so there probably is no common fire station or police station here.

This is not to say that there are no maintainers of order. Victor's conspiracy will kill anyone who wants to turn Commorro upside down, or who simply dares to make trouble with the Dark Lord. Idiots, but other than that, the Cabal barely interferes with anything else in Commorragh.

As long as you are not out of your mind to summon demons in the city, release psychic powers, or want to blow up Victor and the upper-class dignitaries, then you can do anything in the city, including killing, shooting, taking drugs, and indulging in pleasure. You can do anything, maybe they call Comoros the City of Freedom for a reason.

Although this kind of freedom seems a bit too "free", the Eldar society has been like this since the end of the Eldar Empire, with endless desires, chaos and crazy indulgences. Imagine what it would be like if there were thousands of Commorro. You know the answer, Slaanesh was born and the Eldar themselves drowned in their own orgy.

Naturally, a fire may not be a big deal in the eyes of Comoro residents. As long as the fire does not burn their homes, then who will care and care?

The first mate walked out of the narrow dock alley. The empty warehouses on both sides were lucky not to be burned down, but some other warehouses were not so lucky.

He leaned at the end of the alley and looked at the dock not far ahead. The entire dock still completely collapsed in the fire. Only the bare steel frame was left standing on the roof. All the glass shattered and exploded in the high temperature, and the walls were completely destroyed. It was so charred that even the surrounding steel supports turned pitch black.

In addition to the shipyard, the flames also spread to the surrounding areas. Several surrounding warehouses were burned down, and the collapsed roofs smashed into their interiors. Some steel frames and shed roofs were partially exposed, which made those warehouses look like one after another. Giant trash can.

The first mate's helmet turned left and right, and he walked out of the alleyway holding the long knife with a wide and sharp blade. Steel footsteps walked through the deserted pier. Towering buildings stood around, contrasting with these ruins. He looked so small compared to the first mate, like a little ant crawling across the ground.

He walked to the ruins of the dock. The first mate moved forward and approached an open rolling shutter door. The entrance had been blocked by layers of toppled ruins. Steel horizontal bars blocked the entrance like prison bars.

When the first mate tried to get in and failed, he kicked a corpse lying in front of the door with his toes. It was a corpse that was burnt black and his face could not be seen. He fell to the ground and seemed to have been hit on the head. gun.

The first mate knelt down and looked at the corpse. He lifted the corpse and let it face him. He checked the clothes on the corpse and soon found a silver pendant from its charred neck. Pull it out slowly and look at the main body of the pendant lying in your palm.

He knew his identity now, Lafayette. The first mate looked at the dead traitor without saying a word, not because he didn't feel anything about it, but because he noticed the two uninvited guests suddenly appearing behind him.

Two figures suddenly fell from the top of the ruins above their heads. Two tall clowns wearing costumes like a theatrical dance troupe landed quietly on the ground.

"You don't need to worry, Master, all the pirates here have died." "Some of them died in the sea of ​​fire, and some died in my hands." The two of them spoke alternately to each other, like two twins.

"Harlequin Troupe, what do you want?" the first mate said and stood up slowly, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and slowly pulling the silver blade out of the sheath. He faced the two Harlequins, who were interested in each other. Wearing helmets and masks, we can't see each other's faces clearly.

"Master Visage, we are very happy to meet you. In fact, we have been waiting for you for a long time." The clown wearing a blue clown mask said, his green eyes looking through the holes in the mask.

The first mate was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he raised his long knife and put it on the Harlequin's neck. The sharp blade almost completely fit into the Harlequin's throat. Just a slight push forward could kill him on the spot, "You guys How do you know my identity?"

"You may be able to fool Eveleni, you may be able to fool the crew, but you can't fool Joe Gauci's followers." Another clown wearing a yellow mask said, he looked like a circus performer The clowns of the regiment, but when Visage saw the two curved daggers on his waist, he was sure that they were not that kind of clowns.

"My lord knows everything, my lord is omnipotent." The yellow-masked clown said. Visage looked at him, then turned to look at the blue-masked clown in front of him who was still holding the scabbard tightly.

"Tell me your intentions, Harlequin, or you will spill blood on the spot." Visage said in a low voice, like the white lion on his shoulder roaring.

The blue-masked clown chuckled softly. He nodded slightly to indicate that Visage could put down the weapon. He would tell him. As he wished, Visage put down the blade, but still held the scabbard tightly and could use it at any time. His head was chopped off instantly, without even blinking.

"We are here to tell you a fact, a fact you should only know." The blue clown waved his hand and said.

"The Evelene you cherish, the Evelene you secretly love, the Evelene who prompted you to wear a helmet and hide your identity to follow and protect." The yellow clown walked to his partner and said.

"She will die in the big fight next week, in a thrilling duel." The blue clown said again, and the two sang in unison.

But Visage did not appreciate their rich and artistic expression at all, but suddenly jumped up and pressed the blade against the blue clown's neck, and pulled out a gun with his other hand and pointed it at the yellow clown's head.

He was filled with murderous intent, and the rage was watching them through the eyes of the helmet, but the two clowns were very calm. The yellow clown put one hand on his chest and nodded slightly in salute, "We are messengers. We will tell you the future that is about to happen, and you cannot change the trajectory of this fate."

"She will die, you can't stop fate from happening." The yellow clown said, Visage pulled the trigger and glared at him, "If I were you, I would choose to shut up, clown."

"We can't shut up, we must practice the future that our Lord sees." The blue clown said, completely ignoring the blade on his neck, and the yellow clown continued to speak fearlessly.

"We are here to tell you the road of destiny, because you also have a place in it. Are you willing to listen to the whispers of destiny? Master Visage." The yellow clown looked at Visage through the mask, and the blue eyes on the mask looked like a gem inlaid.

Visage was silent for a moment, then put down the blade and the muzzle of the gun and nodded at the two clowns in front of him. The two clowns also bowed slightly respectfully and walked around Visage.

"She will die and then be resurrected. By then, she will no longer be the previous Evelene." The voice of the blue clown came from behind, light and slender, as if it came from a distant void, and the voice of the yellow clown on the other side also came.

"She will be pierced, but after death she will not go to Slaanesh's hands, but to another god, the god of death." As he said this, Visage frowned and looked at the yellow clown, who flashed by him, "You mean the god of death, Inieid? I've heard of his legend." "Legends say that when he wakes up, he will kill Slaanesh, but the price is that all the Eldar will die, and everything will be destroyed together." "Legends are based on stories, and stories are based on facts, Master, but stories sometimes don't develop exactly as written." The blue-masked clown floated past Visage, like an ethereal and silent ghost, "At that time, Inieid will wake up hazily, but it will not lead to the demise of our race. He will resurrect Everenne, and then she will become the spokesperson for the god of death with supreme power, and she will regain Rebirth."

"Her resurrection will lead to chaos, and she will leave Comoro in the chaos. Her destiny is not here." "And then we, the clown troupe, will help her leave, and you, Master Visage."

The two-person recital stopped, and the two clowns returned to Visage, looking at him and saying almost at the same time, "And you, will take her away with us, your fate is connected with her, you will follow her, whether you live or die, you will follow her."

"This is your destiny, your path, and your destination." The two voices said in unison. Visage looked at the two clowns in front of him. They just said a lot of information explosion content, even he couldn't understand it in a short time, but Visage knew that Iverene needed his help, that was enough.

He turned and walked to the edge of the dock, walked to the edge of the void, turned his head and looked at the thing on the berth. He looked at the thing, and the ruins dumped around it did not destroy it.

"If we need to rescue her, we need a big guy, this big guy."

Two clowns came up and stood behind Savage, looking at the big guy together. It was a huge ship floating in the void, a huge dragon ship with silver sails.