The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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What appears in front of Veronica is a scene that mixes nightmares and twisted art.

At first glance, it looks like a garden. In the center of the garden is a large pit that is nearly 100 meters deep. The golden fountain is spewing scarlet liquid around, and many floating corpses are floating in it.

Both the drowned humans and the aliens looked up at her, as if lifted by the churning waves of the invisible ocean, and a long barbed copper chain was tied around their throats, keeping them just below the surface.

The abyss that stretched out the chains was pitch black and unfathomable, and the dead stared at Veronica with bulging eyes, and every life froze in a final scream of panic and despair.

The whole garden is surrounded by thorns, and the thorny tendrils encircle the chests of many humanoids, pulling their arms in a cross to their sides.

Black tendrils gripped the flesh firmly, oozing juice and smelling spice.

Nonetheless, they are not living creatures, nor machines, but quite different things.

At work here is a synthetic hybrid creature, created by someone or something.

Veronica looked around. In addition to the thorn bushes, there were many weird "trees" in the garden, or things that resembled trees.

Various forms hung sparsely around the tree, and she saw Astartes, greenskins, and even Tyranid tyrants.

The same tendrils dangled from the darkness above their heads like diseased roots, and the hypnotized warriors wriggled and twitched, and bladed IV syringes filled their heads and throats, pouring chemical concoctions into their veins to make its comatose. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

There are about thirty of these grotesque trees. Veronica focused her eyes on those Astartes and found that their skins were painted in fancy and twisted colors, each of which showed varying degrees of worship and adoration of the evil **** of chaos. pious.

There was no doubt that everyone here was a Chaos Space Marine, and Veronica looked away.

"Comoros..."

After realizing where she was, Veronica lowered her head and thought for a while.

Who brought himself here?

What is the purpose?

Before she could think of anything, a charming laugh interrupted her.

"Do you like my garden?"

The voice was like a snake's hiss, dripping with venom, but solemn and affectionate.

To Veronica, it was an abbreviated Eldar language with an oddly accented, perhaps so-called "Snake Language".

Although this was different from the Ada language commonly used by the Ark Eldar, it did not hinder their smooth conversation in the slightest.

"Do you think I'd like it?"

"I guess so."

The voice was like a razor wrapped in thin silk, a voice calling for help in pain.

Then, the person who made the sound walked in, surrounded by a group of witch spirits, all of them dressed in black lace dresses, with a cold and deadly beauty, among them was Yi who knocked Veronica out. Freni.

And their masters stood on a suspended pedestal composed of black bones and black crystals.

She is like a phantom in the midst of poisonous black thorns, with a pale body that never seems to taste the nourishing light of the sun, eyes with smoky makeup full of cunning and vicious wisdom, but always exuding sultry charm meaning.

Even Veronica is disgusted by these depraved kind, and has to admit that she has a stunning face, dark purple hair interwoven with crimson dyed fabric, surrounded by a crystal ring as dark as the pedestal she stands on. Tie them together to form a waist-length ponytail.

And her strangely tall and slender body was wrapped in a chiseled armoured evening dress. The armour of her torso was printed with delicate and abominable patterns, and it was twisted and twisted on the black armor, while the fluffy shoulders and tucks The cuffs and the skirt that hides the boots are beautifully lace.

Under the snow-white neck was a piece of bare pale skin, on which hung a fist-sized black gemstone pendant. The gemstone was pierced by three broken bones and was carved from spiritual bones. The edges were as white as snow, while the center was as black as black. ink.

Her every move is unusually elegant and arrogant, with a charming smile while gently fanning the fan with the razor hidden in her right hand.

A metal-masked, hermaphrodite slave in chains crouched on her pedestal, Veronica unrecognizable of its race, held a slender pipe in its filthy claws, and One end was raised to her mouth.

Before the other party spoke again, he took a breath of the cigarette holder, and then spit out a fragrant mist.

"Few people can come to my private garden, although everyone who has seen it thinks it is a bit... flamboyant, but how can life be without some art?"

"Sorry, I can't appreciate your art."

Veronica frowned.

"Why don't you just explain what you're here for."

Suddenly, the air was filled with the low screeching of the anti-gravity engine. Veronica raised her head and saw a group of dark Eldar in spiked armor whizzing past their heads, tearing at the ceiling with prismatic blades. in the air, wielding hooked spears and jagged daggers.

"Don't pay attention to them, just deal with some minor troubles."

The elegant noblewoman raised an arm and threw back her shoulders, which was covered with a cloak made of dark fur and flayed skin.

"Although all these troubles are caused by you."

Veronica looked at each other, she could feel the stagnant heartbeat from the sluggish hearts of the cabal warriors in the sky, and the sweet and greasy black breath almost completely penetrated into their marrow.

These morbid kindreds are utterly hopeless.

"What is your purpose in bringing me here? My countrymen will not sit idly by."

"Your countrymen?"

The laughter of the noblewoman was like a serrated blade scraping through glass.

"Aren't we your countrymen? That sounds really hurtful."

"When did you consider us compatriots?"

The noblewoman of Comoros looked at Veronica, as if trying to figure out something, and then smiled:

"Ah, yes, your mentor must have often told you about our sins...and our depravity."

She walked down from the suspended high platform, holding her slave like a puppy. When she came to Veronica, she suddenly reached out and stroked her delicate cheek with her thin fingertips:

"But he never told you that if all of us became wanderers who abandoned our homes, then the Ada, a once glorious race, would soon be annihilated in the galaxy, our history , our culture, our blood will be dissipated in the ups and downs... The Great Fall has destroyed our home in the material world. If we abandon our home in the net, then guess if you wanderers will still be able to What about the safe use of web channels as it is now? We hold the race's last home and bear the most terrible curse, but you only think it's a depravity?"

Veronica stared at the other party's amber eyes, and then raised her finger to point to the slave crawling on the ground behind her.

"Including these?"

The noblewoman sneered and retracted her hand, then ran her fingers over the slave's head, making a deep incision on her body.

"Isn't he a lovable little fellow? And he's not entirely useless to us."