Chapter 1216 Dark Eldar
On the cold floor, the diviner’s sky-blue eyes looked up at Felice Monk, showing an unpretentious surprise, like a professional prophecy It was as if the death of his family had come long before he expected it.
Just as he was focusing on his head on the ground, he felt his pistol being taken away from his hand, and at the same time he was grabbed, and his head was held tightly by a force that almost crushed it. Ground locked.
Felice Monk tried to struggle, but his arms and legs were pinned together as firmly as his head. The bones in his skull almost collapsed under the pressure, and his eyes were filled with pain.
But at least his mouth was not blocked.
"Come out!"
he shouted.
“Stop hiding like a coward.”
Suddenly, his body was free, and Felice Monk hurriedly ran towards the command module, surrounded by screams all the way His eardrums.
Before he arrived, the door opened quietly.
Then he froze. The command module was almost empty except for his first officer, who was nailed to the wall.
His limbs were disassembled and his face was pierced by countless fragments. The neurotoxin embedded in these fragments put the first mate into the pain of death - but he still did not die, and the pile of remains remained. It's shaking.
“Interesting art, isn’t it.”
A lame high-gothic voice with a weird intonation sounded, and Felice Monk turned his head sharply.
Then it came out of the fog.
A black nightmare, with skin as pale as a corpse, eyes as black as the holes between the stars, a slender body, and armor full of spikes and barbs, but smooth enough to reflect light, but Felice... Munch vaguely seemed to have many blurry faces sliding across the armor.
It looked at the little man in front of it with disdain, as indifferently as a person would look at a group of ants going about their own little business.
As a former Astra Militarum officer, Felice Monk knew the alien identification guide in the Ministry of Military Affairs manual by heart, so he immediately recognized this thing, this extremely terrifying alien.
"Dark Eldar!"
Hearing the words spoken between the other party's teeth, the dark lord stepped forward, reached out and touched the gorgeous epaulettes that symbolized the captain's status, and then looked back Take a look at the thing that immobilized the captain.
Then he made a gesture, and then without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the battleship's console.
"What have you done to my people?"
The Dark Eldar showed no sign of hearing him, instead it went to scan the monitors for authorized personnel Next to it, it seemed to be operating something before standing aside - does it know how to operate human machinery?
Suddenly, a violent vibration came. Felice Monk stumbled and almost fell.
Further shocks followed, as if from farther away, passing through the ground to his feet. Something was rocking the merchant ship.
Then he saw it.
In the dark void, several black, huge alien warships with sails appeared at some point. They were clearly not there a few seconds ago.
At this time, several more bizarre aliens walked in.
They have tall bodies similar to those of Astartes, but their heads are like disgusting venomous snakes. No, it should be said that they are a group of venomous snakes with four arms!
Felice Monk knew these poisonous snakes in black armor, not only from the manual of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but he had also seen it with his own eyes——
Snake Man, the notorious servant in the galaxy Soldiers, because once they appear, it means that their masters, the Dark Eldar, must be present.
The Serpentfolk are a race of mercenaries who live in the galaxy, often appearing as followers of the Dark Eldar Archons.
Thousands of years ago, this race fell to unbridled temptation and quickly became one of the most favored creatures among the Dark Eldar. The two pairs of arms on their serpentine bodies allowed them to carry enough With their blades or other weapons, they can quickly take out any fool who wants to harm their master. These characteristics and their fighting skills make them formidable demonic warriors in battle.
The more important reason why they are often selected into the Archon's bodyguards is not just loyalty, because the politics of the Dark Eldar have always been capricious, and even their enemies on the battlefield are also unstable. Deadly conspiracies and major betrayals can often be witnessed. Many Dark Eldar attacks failed because of these aliens' love for betrayal and contempt for their companions. Those Dark Eldar who were lucky enough to survive for a long time not only You will learn to anticipate betrayal, and you will also learn to accept betrayal as the default.
Although even people at the level of consuls must sometimes rely on others, no one can reach such a status without realizing that their blood relatives are only reliable in sinister and deceitful ways. Therefore, as personal bodyguards, snake people are in power when they are in power. In the eyes of officials, people are more reliable than blood relatives.
The remnants of the Snakefolk culture are thought to be extinct, and the remnants of their race exist primarily as a client of the Dark Eldar. It is believed that the reason why the Snakefolk serve so loyally is because of a An existential apathy, they have long lost any concept of self-direction and purpose beyond instinctive physiological needs, and even their employers cannot bring them to the topic, and most Archons Nor does it tend to prompt them to think too carefully about such matters.
On the battlefield, they always stare at the battlefield from a distance with sunken eye sockets and reptilian eyes. Many people believe that this indifferent gaze is more disturbing than the joyful malice of the conspiracy's raid. Humans are uneasy because they do not recognize any form of life, not even their own.
While thinking about the snake people, Felice Monk was pushed onto the command bridge by these beasts. His shoulders were so stiff that he was motionless, and red light shone on him from top to bottom. on the face.
And those aliens stood so quietly, their thoughts seemed to be talking silently, only occasionally making slight hissing sounds. This was the communication that Felice Monk got from them. impression.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the darkness had dissipated, and he could see other aliens coming out of the void, carrying terrifying, barb-like weapons like torture instruments, and their armor was still stained with blood.
"Hello, Captain Monkey."
The Dark Eldar who appeared first seemed to be the leader of these aliens. Although he spoke not loudly, it made Felice ·Munch instinctively chose to retreat.
"I believe you are fine...Oh! That's not right."
He said, and then suddenly jerked his head and interrupted himself as if he had said the wrong thing, just like a clown.
(End of this chapter)