Chapter 235 Please join the dance
In this gorgeous hall dazzled by treasures, warm and ecstatic cheers erupt from time to time under the gauze lamp that imitates the black sun, like drums echoing in thunder, black wings Split the night sky. The wind music played by huge instruments with indistinguishable materials shrilled the eardrums of the visitors at the banquet amid the din of the crowd.
When the music occasionally died down, the dancers and the servants presented the dual extremes of lightness and clumsiness to the guests respectively. Among the clinking cups, plates, knives, forks and spoons, Provide spiritual aesthetics and material enjoyment. Slender, feathered slave gladiators impromptuly fought between the wide gaps between tables, biting each other and using long hooked sticks to pull out the beating hearts of their opponents.
These multiple perceptions satisfy all the guests’ fantasies about high power. Even if they live in the muddy streets and turbid poisonous water of the lower Comoros, they can only have the chance to pass by the dim twilight of the dark day. A small nobleman who is qualified to dodge and ignore the glory of the upper class can also experience the supreme dream moment in this large banquet.
“I invite you to enjoy yourself, my guests! Enjoy the sunshine of the sect! It is a complete feast, a declaration of prosperity and harvest! First, before everything begins, come and drink our wine , drink our fire!”
"A social banquet." A low voice sounded next to Conrad Coates, and a plate of delicacies made from precious echinoderms was handed to Coze's hand respectfully.
This is exactly the identity Victor has chosen today - an unknown servant of the Haemonculus who has undergone facial modification; there are very few things that this former little slave cares about, and false dignity is not one of them. .
"Of course, of course." Conrad replied nonchalantly. He should have responded more to Victor's words, such as one or two oblique sarcasm or a soft and cold curse, but the Blood Marquis's eyes always fell on the other end of the banquet hall.
“Who is that, the Blood Marquis?” Asdubar Victor noticed something strange about him.
"I'll go take a look." Conrad stood up quietly, his huge body sliding into the deep shadow.
He drifted quietly through the gaps between the revelers and suddenly stepped into a burning galaxy.
Countless ships in deep space are like Leviathan shuttles among the stars. In the interstellar dust and meteorite belts, they compose a soul-stirring symphony with deadly and cold firepower. The light of the naval gun was cold and silent, and the dazzling beams of light streaked across the dark universe, each one a symbol of destruction and creation.
A term suddenly jumped into Conrad Coates’ mind. Farr. he thought. This naval battle took place in Farr, and one of the participants was...
The omen of a moment passed quickly, and the bloody Marquis who grew up in the night was thrown back to the time and space where his body was. He himself was stiff and unable to speak, his knees were strangely weak, and his heart throbbed as if a hard and slender diamond carving was piercing his flesh and blood.
In this moment of weakness, he was almost beaten Crushed by the loss of control over his condition, fear and self-loathing surged through his limbs like a deep, dark nightmare, while part of his brain was screaming for him to respond.
In the next moment, he gritted his teeth and ordered his body not to betray his will in such a cowardly manner.
Conrad Coates licked his lips, spat out the black hair bitten in his mouth, and re-observed the banquet scene that changed in one of his uncontrollable breath-holdings. He saw that the secret transactions of banquet customs had begun to take place in many places, just like autumn leaves always falling into the mud when the season comes.
In the corner of the banquet hall, he saw the steel giant again.
While the whole world fell into a monster-like carnival, the giant showed an absolute indifference to the situation. He didn't care about proving that he didn't belong here.
However, when Conrad Coates saw the remaining half of his face, he was struck by a... no matter how complicated the words were, it was a shock that could not be described. There is always a calm but irresistible light in the mechanical soul, so stable, so sure of victory, opposite and similar to himself, charming enough yet disgusting to him.
Yes, Perturabo. He recognized him, or his handwriting, his work, his mechanical creation, who knew what that machine was?
In the fragments of fantasy and the scorching flames of destruction, in the crumbling ancient stone pillars, the collapsed halls and the slaughtered world of light, there is another world where Perturabo never arrived in Yoduk In Moro's story, Conrad Curze got to know this gloomy and twisted king, an arrogant and sensitive general, and the traitor who defeated the galaxy.
Perturabo.
After decades of difficult growth and long torture, after growing up longing for and laughing at the illusions and prophecies given to him by fate, after waiting for him to be separated from the entire human world as if in two realms, suddenly, At this moment, he was reconnected with the world, and his blood flowed through his veins.
"The city will be torn apart," Conrad murmured in a low voice, his pale fingers pushing aside the Eldar blocking the way. "Beasts will roam the spires, and when fate whips the dark sun, the dead will cry out for mercy. . And I will stand, stand, stand and watch this happen."
What is Perturabo doing here? he thought. Is he loyal to the false emperor, has he succumbed to ignorance, or is he still ignorant of the truth of the world?
Conrad Coates smiled and walked around from behind the steel thing. A rare interest led him to do something unusual. He wanted to grab the iron doll's shoulders from behind and whisper the name Iron Warrior to the side of his radio device... The lamp breaks. Blood-red smoke and azure brilliance erupted with great courage and artistry among the Eldar who immediately grasped their weapons and prepared for war, splashing dazzling light into the entire hall.
Conrad Coates angrily dusted off the crystal sequins and smoky powder on his head, and pulled off a pink ribbon hanging on his shoulder that was even worse than damn Willis. The only way to What comforted him was that these inorganic objects were not stained with alien blood.
The attack, which was not an attack, ruined all his spirits and made him give up the idea of communicating with Perturabo now.
He retreated into the darkness and quietly witnessed a slender figure wearing a two-color red and blue plaid tight-fitting camouflage uniform leaping from above the blown-up black sun-like lamp, and falling lightly into the center of the hall. , the toe of the shoe steps on the top of the floor-mounted lamp stand.
"Good evening, blood relatives." The strange voice of the Eldar was as sweet and melodious as a bird's song, "I am honored to see that you are willing to take time to watch the first performance of our troupe. The prelude to the end is already on the thread of life. has been cut, our play today is a re-enactment of a legend that everyone knows... No, no, dear blood relatives, please don’t point the sharp tip of the poisonous crystal at my heart. Except for a few necessary assistants, we will I won’t ask for any of you.”
The Eldar’s bone-white mask gradually turned towards the location of Konrad Curze and the Iron Giant.
Two cards fell from the sky, floating into the shadows like falling flowers. One of them was caught by the missing finger of the mechanical giant, and the other fell into the pocket of Xue Hou's chest.
Conrad hummed softly and pulled out the card from his pocket. There is an afterimage of an old god painted on the card, with gold and red intertwined, a pointed helmet covering his face, his body like flowing fire, and full of anger.
Keira Mensa, Kane.
(End of this chapter)