The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The underground of the Kane Grand Arena was plunged into complete darkness due to the interruption of energy, which appeared cold and distorted, and under the influence of a certain force, the reality was no longer stable, and the invisible person who took the shadow as the body began to wander.

They whispered and beckoned, promising that as long as any Eldar approached their realm, the race that gave birth to the gods of Chaos by its own decline would gain infinite joy.

But the hurried dark Eldar avoided the singing of the lifeless.

They must stop the apes who are rushing out of the darkness.

These guards are stationed in the arena all the year round, so they can know the structure of these roads very well from memory, and the direction of each other's movement is also under their control.

When a heavy door rolled aside in the roar of the cumbersome hydraulic device, the leader of the Dark Eldar stopped.

They were standing in a dark corridor, so quiet that their cruel hearts shivered, which surpassed any natural darkness, and even the face shields of their slender helmets could not be seen through.

The cabal warriors crouched and slid forward, holding the blade and the poison crystal rifle tightly in their hands, ready to fight.

Suddenly, a beam of sparks burst from the intermittent lumen strip, sparking flashes of light that illuminated the hallway.

The light that was supposed to be powered off briefly lit up.

In an instant, the blood of these Comoros people solidified, and the sight in front of them made their pale skin even paler.

It only appeared for less than a second, but it was carved into the minds of every Eldar through fear.

The entire passage was crammed with repulsive fleshy forms, and this fleeting light flashed across the smooth surfaces of silky skin, seductive smiles, and the rough surface of horribly jagged claws.

The people of the Comoros hesitated, fear emanating from their lanky bodies, wafting through the air like perfume, attracting what looked at them with a smile.

Then there was a howl of pure ecstasy from the mouth of the nearest monster.

[Come on, cute little guys...]

It was speechless, with a low voice like honey and ashes, grinning with a creepy smile, and making seductive gestures with a clawed pliers.

[We are the embodiment of the prince's love for you, come, let us taste your taste, we will bring you to him, let him hold you forever]

The answer given by the Eldar was a series of aggressive black poison crystals, and the communication speakers and searchlights in the corridor suddenly became active, sending out a chaotic sound and light.

The demons sang, breathless with excitement, dissipated and reappeared in a storm of bullets, leaping effortlessly on walls and ceilings.

The next moment, with the claw snapping closed, the head and limbs of the first victim were severed.

As the demons fondled the Eldar's visors and stole their eyes, exclamations in Comorian serpent uttered from the Eldar's helmets, but any attack or shooting by them only further motivated the demons The energy of Slaanesh plunges the Slaanesh into a frenzy of violence.

In just a few seconds, there was only one witch spirit wearing a thorned gladiator armor left in the team of several hundred people. When the demon approached her to attack, she let out a speechless cry, and then the laughing thing shattered with a hug. the life of the Eldar.

She had no sense of beauty and fell to the ground feebly, with the devil still covering her.

The witch-spirit lay dead in the arms of the demons, listening to their whispers, welcoming her to the eternal grace that was the legacy of her ancestors' deeds.

This corridor has been turned into a morgue. The killed alien corpses cover every piece of ground, turning into wet pieces of meat and strips of minced meat. The air is filled with the pungent smell of exploding corpses. Mixed with the unpleasant smell of incense when the color evil banshee wrapped the internal organs of the Eldar and danced in the pool of blood.

Suddenly, the floor shook because of the movement above.

As the vibration became stronger and stronger, the banshees whispered and hugged their bodies in their arms, dancing gracefully, seeming to be immersed in this **** waltz.

The next second, all the demons looked back at the door. Their steaming bodies were already covered with the blood of the Eldar.

The door opened with a bang, revealing a tall figure standing in the frantic light of the corridor in the distance, like a metal god, with a pair of red-glowing eyepieces flickering in the darkness.

Then, he took a step forward, and there was another echo on the deck, strong enough to shake the minced meat hanging from the ceiling and walls.

"That's why, Kayan."

A muffled sound came from the helmet.

"Stop that thing first."

The giant was followed by a second voice.

"We'd have to spend more time without it."

Before the words were finished, a blue flame emerged from all the banshees, and then they all screamed terribly, and eventually became ashes.

The Space Marines walked through this flesh-and-blood passage silently, but just after they left the exit, several silver arrow-like figures flew towards them, and in an instant, everything around them seemed to have fallen into a slow spell.

For a moment, Soshyan thought it was just a flash of light, until he saw that these creatures galloping along the ground had limbs and weapons.

"It's the clown again!"

The Alphas shouted the cries of war, and Occam raised his weapon and ordered the warriors to meet the enemy, but their speed was painfully slow compared to the flashing blades of the opposing team.

This is a completely different team, composed of several troupe leaders, mime masters, and filmmakers. Obviously, Kayan's behavior of driving the Slaanesh demons has angered all the Harlequin troupes. They organized the most elite team to prepare Strangle this dangerous group of enemies.

Soshyan just saw the expressionless pale mask and the curved two-handed sword - then the silent shroud's troupe suddenly appeared in front of him, dragging the mist and the streamer blade in an arc towards his face.

Soshyan immediately put the weapon on his chest~www.wuxiaspot.com~ barely blocked the blow.

But the attacker was not bound by the reaction force, but danced around Soshyan with a more vigorous posture, and seemed to foresee his every move in advance.

Not only Soshyan, but all the Space Marines had to dodge and move under the blade of the Harlequin Elite, and many more figures flashed through the shadows, cutting into their lines like swords, heading straight for Khayan.

Now the focus of the attack is all on Kayang. There are eight filmmakers, three pantomime masters, and the head of Frost Stars attacking him. Even with the help of the magic book, Kayang has a hard time coping with it.

"Damn!!"

Soshyan growled in frustration, trying to hit a powerful blow, but was easily dodged by the opponent.

The strength of the troupe leader and the ordinary clown is completely different.

"Get away from me!"

Soshyan exhaled heavily, forcing his muscles to move faster.

"You are destined to die here."

The troupe whispering in his ear was showing a smile, and then at the moment when the blade whizzed past, they avoided it like a conjuration.

After missing a hit, Soshyan had not yet regained its strength, and the Harlequin Troupe sneered and raised their daggers at Soshyan's vital point, ready to strike a fatal blow.

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