Chapter 236 Dance of Light
If we exclude the many-limbed insects and poisonous microorganisms that lurk in the dark corners of the banquet hall and have not been completely eliminated, Morse is actually the first one to arrive at the banquet hall. .
After some friendly discussions with the new performance group, which had just decided on the name of the troupe, Morse agreed to fill a vacant seat in this performance - in fact, he felt that The level of interest in this matter is quite high.
He hid his figure in the alcove above the banquet host's seat, waiting for the guests to fill the room, and the genetic element suddenly entered the hall, dressed like an Eldar who couldn't wear serious clothes. body, he was inevitably startled.
In the whispers coming from below, Morse heard a name accompanied by an honorific being circulated in the banquet.
Gorewarden Konrad Curze, this strange title and the pale and flawless cold face of the original body impressed him deeply, and his involvement with the Eldar was so deep that the craftsman tapped his chin with his fingertips. , thinking about what the emperor would say when he saw this wonderful scene in person, with his noble tongue that could not utter three human words.
If the appearance of Conrad Coates only surprised Morse, then the appearance of the steel doll made Morse somewhat dumbfounded: after all, this was the first time he had such a good opportunity, look. With that big skeletal frame with leaky metal bones in his chin, he couldn't eat anything when facing a table of food and wine.
As for the small worry that only broke out for a moment, because its existence is too short, it is only worthy of an understatement.
Avatar, the troupe leader, has made it clear that there are three vacant seats in this performance, each corresponding to the three important roles in the myth that he will perform. While Morse smoothly matched the seats with the participants one by one, his subtle complaints about this group of mysterious prophets who hid behind bone-white masks and followed the guidance of the so-called West Gaule also slowly increased.
"The actors are already in place, all you blood relatives," Avatar said cheerfully, with graceful steps, laughing and circling around the two extraordinary giants who were looking at each other, looking up at the shock and the shock of their staring at each other. People looked at each other uneasily. "Music, dance, singing, the troupe will provide everything else. I hope that all the blood relatives will not interrupt this rare performance rashly. Our control of the power of the performance is not subtle enough, and it may be difficult to restrain it in time... ”
The host's fingers gently caressed the spiked edge of the seat, and the waiters beside him immediately noticed this detail.
The shadow covering the face also conceals the fear of the slave, who plays a role that must be played: "The bold intruder! Not only disrupts the interest of our banquet, but also embarrasses our distinguished guests..."
A card, like a fragment of light, traveled across the hall and was nailed to the slave's neck, causing a fatal injury. Avatar turned his back to the host, and the smile painted on the mask strangely strengthened his attitude.
The host's fingers covered with metal armor turned to a light tap, and the uncared-for deceased was taken away. The superior said: "I don't mind if you perform for our feast, but other than that, your sudden arrival will make your performance without any guarantee. Make your preparations, troupe."
"Midnight Gospel," Avatar said softly, her tone far different from the maniacal laughter on the mask, "This is the name of our troupe, blood relatives."
He suddenly raised his hands, his body trembling with excitement: "The gospel will be declared here, and we will bring a song that is the legacy of the past, the disasters of today, and the foreword of the end of the world. This song is called "The Great Fall"!"< br>
Around him, one after another, dexterous and slender figures wearing various masks of sadness and joy appeared from the sky and the shadows like magic tricks, like phantoms in the suddenly playing organ music. , dancing around two Primarchs.
The eccentric charm and indescribable elegance propel the dancers in the opening sequence to rotate alternately in the banquet hall. The complex dance steps are full of unexpected trajectories and unpredictable agility, plus other The surrounding colors are different from the main colors in the venue, dancing into a dreamy narrative with inverted light and shadow. Even though most of the Eldar present are cold-blooded people who are steeped in dirty conspiracies, their eyes are also drawn by the opening dance of the colorful dancers. And go.
When the dance ended, Morse, who was waiting to go on stage, took the lead in creating a burst of applause from above. The role he has to play is quite backward.
As expected, this move brought applause from the entire banquet hall.
Avatar appeared again in crimson smoke - it was only then that people discovered that the troupe leader had disappeared in Taichung. The Eldar bowed and had an engraved thin sword in his hand. Behind the mask, the chant of the Laughing Man has begun. "The rising sun, our people follow the gods to rise..."
"Asuryan and his lover Hea, the wise Hawke and the mocking Xigaole, the girl Lilith With Kane of the Bloody Hand..."
A beam of scarlet light suddenly shone on the leather cloak worn by Conrad Curze. The Blood Marquis looked at his skeletal outline illuminated by the light. With bright red palms, a burst of violent laughter suddenly burst out from his mouth. He entered the drama, and his understanding of the Eldar mythology made his eyes naturally fall on the mechanical surface opposite.
Although there was no evidence, he somehow confirmed that this machine was not a mechanical creation, but contained the soul of Perturabo himself.
"This is the best first encounter, my friend." Curze lowered his soft and silky tone to a hoarse growl, in keeping with his role as the bloody god of war of the Eldar. "The wheels of the chariot are rolling, and our destiny starts from this moment!"
As soon as Bloodhand Kane finished speaking, the drumbeats immediately accelerated, and the magnificent wind instruments provided a rich composition.
“There is also the forged Vaal, the haggard Molay Hagrid, and the source of our birth, Isha of life, and the hunter god Kunos...”
“The forged Vaal ?" Perturabo smiled and responded to Conrad Coze's direct gaze, the surprise of meeting a blood relative was hidden under his metal facial frame.
He is not a dull person. Even though there are a hundred confusions and a thousand incomprehensions, he still recognizes that the person opposite him is also a primarch and a brother.
And since this primarch chose to participate in the show, Perturabo didn't mind cooperating - when he came here, his original plan was to improvise.
"Yes, my friend. What a wonderful acquaintance this is." Perturabo took out a small forging hammer from his backpack. "What can I do to help you?"
Conrad Coates stepped forward, regardless of the characteristics of his iron body, and pressed his pale fingers on the blacksmith's neck. Perturabo stood still, waiting for the drama to progress.
“A thousand swords of gods,” Bloodhand Kane laughed endlessly, “In exchange for life and hunting! My friend, my blood relative, let me see your mind! How dare you deceive me? I will mix the mortal sword into it, and I will drink your blood and dig out your heart to make up for my hatred of being deceived!"
Note: I like The Midnight Gospel (The Midnight Gospel) very much! An animation.
Also note: There are quite a few translated versions of the names of the Eldar gods. This version is based on my memory and preference.
Another note: The lyrics of The Great Fall refer to the version of "The Masque of Vyle"
(End of this chapter)