Chapter 241 Tyrant Slave Incarnation
"I mistakenly thought you would torture him personally, Blood Marquis." Victor sat on the terrace above the execution pit, calmly adapting to the Konrad Kurtz room The decoration is simple, such as this hard chair, which has no comfort at all except for its essential function of supporting the body.
He himself is still exploring the most suitable artistic style to maximize the dignity, majesty and terror of being a ruler.
“I don’t need to feed on pain to preserve my soul.” Coz bent over the spiked black iron fence and sorted out a small bag of his props. Hooks, razor blades, long needles, syringes, hand saws and tweezers, he uses these gadgets from time to time.
Below the terrace, his collectors were hunting a wretched Eldar, or more precisely, a Haemonculus stripped of most of its additional biological modifications except to support normal movement.
Konrad Curze carefully organized the collection of items he inherited or hunted, viewing the day-to-day hunting as a preview of the larger battles to come. With winged birds and their sharp and deadly claws, combined with the remains and monstrosities of ground combat, and the rapid troops and long-range firepower of other sentient beings fighting for him, he comprehensively and patiently lays out what is needed for war. Every aspect.
Conrad Coates does not resist the use of human beings, but in his words, when he selects human slaves, he has a unique and private concept of choice that has no universal characteristics. , "abide by the highest principles his dirty heart can give."
“You always have your reasons, Conrad. You are developing into a rare stubborn tyrant, who does not execute your enemy after a certain amount of killing, but plays with him for too long. , laying hidden dangers for the foundation of your rule," Victor mocked.
"No, no." Coze hissed softly, "The position of tyrant belongs to you, my slave."
Viktor's expression did not change, and Konrad Redundant words in the sentence are filtered out. "According to the agreement, half of the highest position will belong to you, my suffering... friend."
Curze's laughter grew harsh. "Does this satisfy you, Victor? Your desire for power is just like the earthly incarnation of your family's greatest enemy, always hungry and always greedy. No, I don't want to see you pierce my chest behind me. One day, because you will not be enough to kill me, and I will have to become your enemy because of your treachery."
Victor smiled. "So, what reward above power do you seek from the eternal Commorragh, Konrad?"
Conrad Curze's lips twitched regretfully, his throat deep. He muttered a light ditty in two beats. "What kind of wild wolves are they? There is heavy rain in the forest today. There is more than one immortal person. The lights are bright at night. I have the same blood as you. The little emperor lives in a corner. You kneel on the ground and beg your friends to let go. Overcome your enemies..."
Victor took off his helmet and placed it on the low table beside him, calmly trying to control the stability of his fingers.
Below the stands, the number of screaming and crumbling lives is increasing.
The blade flashed with bright white light again and again, which didn't make anything appear any more pure. After Conrad put in more confrontational slaves, they began to dig out the hot and wet eyeballs from each other's eye sockets, roaring grotesquely and angrily, and the entrails of different species fell one after another into the dark, newly cleaned area of the execution pit. on the ground.
Blood flows on the cold inorganic matter as proof of the endless vitality of life.
Isa, Victor suddenly thought. For countless millennia, Eldar society has always used the goddess of life, Isha, as the synonym for purity. But life ends with dry bones and is born with blood. The first living thing that a true child hurts and plunders in this world is their innocent and pure mother - the child will inevitably make the mother bleed.
"I met my relative, Victor." Coz suddenly spoke, and the plainness when he mentioned his relative almost made Victor think he heard the wrong word, "You also met him, in At the dinner party of the Church of the Sun, the giant machine."
"Val?" Victor recalled the strange machine that appeared at that time, and another weird actor who played the role of the Thirsty Man.
A gang of doomsday propagandists under the Laughing God will of course arrange every aspect of their performance. He never underestimated the rationality of these pied elves because of their madness.
"Val, yes." Conrad Curze's mood suddenly improved, and a smile that was too sincere for a Haemonculus appeared on his pale, ghostly face. "That stupid machine. I once thought he would be such a formidable enemy, but no, his twisted, dark and sinking heart is already so bright."
"His name?" Victor Asked, not restraining his behavior of testing Conrad Coates's degree of protection for what he said was his loved one.
With a twist of his fingers, Coze pulled out a dagger and threw it at Victor with his backhand.
The Dark Eldar's pupils shrank, breathing slowly and tremblingly. He removed his pale left hand that was blocking his heart, stared at Konrad Coze, and at the same time moved the dagger that penetrated his left palm a little bit. Drawn from flesh and blood.
Curze clapped his hands toward the execution pit. Nightmare and Mandrake emerged from the shadows and expertly brought the Haemonculi pets back to their cages one by one. The water valve opened, and the high-pressure water column began to wash away the entire pitch-black venue, taking away the blood and bone residue and sending it into the long river of shimmering black water outside the tower. He has no servants.
He left the black iron railing and turned towards Victor.
"You need to pay your compensation, Konrad Curze." Vector showed Curze his injured palm, as if he had used Curze's moodiness as a bargaining chip to demand reward.
Koz shook his head. His black hair almost blended into the background of the execution ground behind him. Only a few gleams of light on his smooth hair distinguished him from the darkness.
"I will pay the price, Victor. I will. But not today, and not tomorrow." He whispered casually, "Now, let me see how I can heal you in five minutes. ”
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Conrad Coates listened as he entered the room equipped with a sealed protective cover, and felt with satisfaction that the alloy in the wall and the position attached to it were functioning perfectly.
In addition, many of the seals and runes set up in the room were not disturbed, which proved that the power of the Supreme Heaven had not penetrated this prison - even he did not think that Hexakeris would be stupid. To ask for help from the unborn being behind the curtain.
"Hello, Conrad." Hexakeris's sanity still existed, in fact, he was even quite sane.
"Enjoy today's feast," Kurtz asked calmly, "Teacher?"
"It's not bad, but I'm still disappointed about it. You're wasting our time and energy in the great art of flesh and blood." The blurred face of Hexakeris still has the ability to express dissatisfaction, "Those Scourge's back muscle strength still has the potential to be enhanced, and even if you bring your arsenal of tools into the field, they will be completely useless in a fight of this intensity."
"Torture. ," Coz said, "It's just a tool. The same is true for fighting. After satisfying the desire for violence in the heart, there is no further meaning."
The old blood actor's facial muscles trembled. , was quite annoyed by the unconventional laziness of his students: "You inherited my tower, but you ruined it like this!"
"You underestimate my ability, Hexakeri. "Si." Cozzi was hypocritically sad, and his superficial stylized sadness quickly turned into cold indifference. "You are the ones who let time pass by you in vain."
"What do you want." Hexakeris changed to a more straightforward question, determined to end Curze's questioning of him. Deep in his withered and dark soul, his admiration for Konrad Curze reached its peak at the moment when the new Haemonculus locked him in a deep prison; however, later on, this extremely talented student continued to He wasted the talents that fate had bestowed upon him on boring mundane games of power. As a result, the Haemonculi gradually began to criticize his actions.
In Comoros, low-level people who can reverse their status and hunt their superiors will not be devalued - of course those whose interests are directly provoked will come up with another set of rhetoric, let’s not mention this for now.
Stubbornly surviving the screams of Elysium, the Comorians are born to sink deeper into the abyss of disorder, but they are born with the desire to climb to the pinnacle of despotism, which makes All dignity and ambition have become the highest moral qualities here, and talent and violence are the only evaluation systems.
The people of Comoros who are able to climb to the top step by step in a disadvantaged situation will naturally show their glory and be more respected. This means undoubted ambition, desire and ability.
"I want something...not worth mentioning." Coz's dark eyes were immersed in the luster of thinking, and his words were not fast. "I would like to know something about the maze dimension."
This is not something Conrad Coates would normally care about. Hexakeris knew that the Bloody Marquis and his companions had recently been quite enthusiastic about participating in the battle for the throne of Commorragh. He should not have a sudden whim at this time and have the leisure to pay attention to the webway outside Commorragh.
The old blood wizard asked kindly: "Don't you know anything about the Webway, Conrad? Our labyrinth contains countless sub-realms and satellite kingdoms, some of which are stored in the thirsty she Some of the treasures left before birth lead to the world where some of the weak relatives live. "
"The map," Koz said. The Webway itself."
"The scream destroyed so many treasures, including the path that matched the map."
"I only need the existing map, Hexakarei. "The more comprehensive it is, the more it meets the requirements." Coz's low and soft voice became irritated, and he tore his lips with his teeth and licked his own sweet blood.
The old hemorress squirmed.
“Before disaster strikes, there is a group of people who especially like to send out prophecies about the doomsday. Those lunatic doomsday sects never-endingly promote their predictions of final destruction, which is really annoying... but they But together with their god of faith, they escaped the howling of hunger and disappeared deep in our shelter."
"Continue" Koz wiped away the blood flowing to his chin. Bloodstains.
“No one can find them, those pied pipers.” Hexakeris said, “But in their collection, they undoubtedly have the most complete map. I can also give Do you have any more suggestions? I can't think of anything."
"No one can find those Pied Eldar?" Koz repeated without comment. "As a reward, the next gladiatorial arrangement will be more artistic, and I will provide you with more...combat tools."
He pulled out a short knife that was resting on a wooden stand.
"I don't want to repair you, Hexakeris. It's the old way, you die and I resurrect, which is easier. What do you think?"
In the old Haemon Before he could answer, Coze took action.
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Morse turned the pages of the book in his hands as fast as he could, directly using his spiritual energy to read and write on each page of each book. In front of him and Perturabo, there was an entire church library to browse.
"Port romances, legends of the prosperity of the Krallach family, a collection of midnight stories, a hundred refutations of doomsday prophecies... I'm starting to think this little church is just filling it with all the stall readers they can buy from the fairs and streets Their damn Eldar library... Don't rush me, Perturabo, what do you think I am, an all-knowing super agent?"
"No, Morse." Two of the robots. A steel finger picked up a book that was too small for his palm, "Here is a book of Eldar mythological narrative poems."
"Wow, finally," Morse put down the pile on his hand. Useless miscellaneous books, "There is only one narrative poem, and this church you have chosen is really pious."
"They are calling me the Avatar of Vaal." Perturabo said, "This is the practical piety belt. Give us an advantage."
"Oh, even if your brother Konrad Curze goes directly to the base camp of Kane's shrine, he will not be respected as the incarnation of Kane by the nightmare." Morse. Answer, "You made a great choice in turning yourself into a robot, a master of steel inside and out."
"Who wants to be the incarnation of Vaal!" Perturabo was a little annoyed. "I'm not an alien!"
"I think it's good. This just corresponds to the title of one of your brothers, the Big Golden Guy." Morse took the narrative poem book from Perturabo and said While flipping through the pages, he joked casually, "I hope Dorne and Angron have begun to participate in the construction of the Webway in the past twenty years. I don't think Malcador and the Emperor will let this matter rest... Where is Val's whereabouts? He deceived the God of War. And Kane, being nailed to his forging table by the angry Kane, there will be no follow-up?"
"Who knows?" Perturabo shrugged his iron shoulders smoothly. The feeling of rust gave him a little pride in his craftsmanship.
He stood up and went to get new books, when something suddenly occurred to him.
"The Webway did not protect the Eldar," said Perturabo.
"No external protective shield can prevent flowers rooted in poisonous soil from withering."
"No, I mean..." Perturabo hesitated.
"You are saying that, based on the Eldar's experience, we know that even if humans control the Webway, they may not be able to survive forever."
Morse turned over a page of narrative poetry. It is rare to realize so intuitively how torturing others are by including excessive embellishments, argots, and metaphors in narratives.
He continued: "But first, we must find a way to reconnect humanity as a whole...The rest will be left to the Emperor and the endless time after his expedition ends to consider. .”
Happy New Year
(End of this chapter)