Chapter 1284 Femme Fatale
What appeared in front of Veronica was a scene that was a mixture of nightmare and twisted art.
This place looks like a garden at first glance. There is a large pit nearly a hundred meters deep in the center of the garden. A golden fountain is spraying scarlet liquid around, and below there are many floating corpses floating in it.
The drowned humans and aliens all looked up at her, as if they were being lifted up by the churning waves of the invisible ocean. A long string of barbed copper chains was tied around their throats, keeping them just above the surface of the water. Down.
The abyss extending out of the chain was pitch black and unfathomable. The dead stared at Veronica with bulging eyes, and each life froze in the final scream of terror and despair.
Surrounding the entire garden are patches of thorn bushes, with thorny tendrils wrapping around the chests of many humanoid creatures, pulling their arms to their sides in a cross shape.
The black tendrils gripped the flesh tightly, oozing juices and smelling of spices.
Nevertheless, they are not living creatures, nor machines, but something completely different.
What is at work here is a synthetic hybrid being, someone or something created them.
Veronica looked around. In addition to thorn bushes, there were many weird "trees", or things similar to trees, in the garden.
Various forms hung sparsely around the tree. She saw Astartes, greenskins, and even Tyranids.
The same tendrils hung from the darkness above them like diseased tree roots, and the hypnotized warriors squirmed and twitched, bladed IVs filling their skulls and throats, pouring the chemical cocktail Inject it into their veins and render them unconscious.
There were about thirty of these grotesque trees. Veronica focused her eyes on those Astartes and found that their skin was painted with fancy and twisted colors, each one showing a strong interest in Chaos. Various degrees of worship and devotion to evil gods.
There is no doubt that everyone here is a Chaos Space Marine, so Veronica withdrew her gaze.
"Comoros."
After realizing where she was, Veronica lowered her head and thought for a while.
Who brought him here?
What is the purpose?
Before she could think about the outcome, a charming laugh interrupted her.
"Like my garden?"
The voice was like the hissing of a snake, dripping with venom, yet solemn and affectionate.
For Veronica, this is a simple Eldar language with a strange accent, perhaps the so-called "Snake Language".
Although this is different from the Ada language commonly used by the Ark Eldar, it does not impair their smooth conversation at all.
“Do you think I’d like it?”
“I guess so.”
The sound was like a razor wrapped in thin silk, a voice asking for help from pain.
Then, the person who made the voice walked in surrounded by a group of witch spirits. These witch spirits were all dressed in black lace dresses, with cold and deadly beauty, and there was also a chance of being knocked unconscious. Veronica's Everenne.
Their master stood on a suspended base composed of black bones and black crystals.
She is like a phantom among the poisonous black thorns. Her pale body never seems to appreciate the nourishing light of the sun. Her smoky eyes are full of cunning and vicious wisdom, but they are always there. Exudes sultry charm.
Even though Veronica is full of disgust for these depraved people, she has to admit that she has a stunning appearance. Her dark purple hair is intertwined with crimson dyed fabric, and she is surrounded by a base that stands with her. The jet-black crystal rings are tied together to form a long ponytail that reaches the waist.
And her surprisingly tall and slender body was wrapped in a clear-cut armor-style evening gown. The armor on her torso was printed with exquisite and abominable patterns, flowing and twisting on the black armor surface, while the fluffy shoulders and There are exquisite laces on the cuffs of the bundle and the skirt that covers the boots. Under the snow-white neck is a piece of bare pale skin, with a fist-sized black gem pendant hanging on it. The gem is pierced by three broken bones and carved from spiritual bones. The edges are as white as snow, but the center is as dark as ink.
Every move she makes is unusually elegant and proud. While showing a charming smile, she gently flaps the fan with a razor in her right hand.
An androgynous slave wearing a metal mask on its head and in chains, its race Veronica could not identify, crouched on her pedestal, holding a tiny slender ball in its dirty paws long pipe and held one end to her mouth.
Before the other party spoke again, he took a puff of the cigarette holder, and then exhaled a cloud of fragrant mist.
"Very few people can come to my private garden. Although those who have seen it think it is a bit exaggerated, but how can life be without some art?"
"Sorry, I can't appreciate your art. .”
Veronica frowned.
"Why don't you just explain why you're here."
Suddenly, the air was filled with the low scream of the anti-gravity engine. Veronica raised her head and saw a group of people wearing spiked suits. Armored Dark Eldar roared overhead, tearing the air at the bladed ceiling, wielding hooked spears and serrated daggers.
"Ignore them, just go deal with some minor troubles."
The elegant female noble said, raising an arm and throwing back the shoulder covered with a cloak made of dark fur and skin. .
"Although all these troubles are caused by you."
Veronica looked at the other party, she could feel the stagnant heartbeats of the withered hearts of the conspiracy warriors in the sky, The cloyingly sweet black breath almost completely seeped into their bones.
These sick fellows are completely beyond redemption.
"What purpose did you bring me here for? My compatriots will not sit idly by."
"Your compatriots?"
The laughter of the female noble was like a saw-toothed blade scraping across the glass. .
“Aren’t we your compatriots? This sounds really hurtful.”
“When did you consider us your compatriots?”
The female noble of Comoros looked at Veronica, as if trying to figure out something, and then smiled and said:
"Ah, by the way, your mentor must often tell you about our sins... and There is corruption.”
She walked down from the suspended high platform, holding her slave like a puppy. When she came to Veronica, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed her hand. His fingertips stroked her delicate cheek:
“But he never told you that if all of us become wanderers who abandon our homes, then the once glorious race of Ada will soon be here. The galaxy is annihilated and unknown. Our history, our culture, and our blood will all be lost in the displacement. The Great Fall destroyed our home in the material world. If we abandon our home in the Webway again, then guess what you wanderers will do. Can we still use the webway as safely as we do now? We have held on to the last home of our species, and we have endured the most terrible curse, but you only think it is corruption?"
Vero? Nika stared into the other person's amber eyes, then raised her finger and pointed at the slave lying on the ground behind her.
"Including these?"
The female noble sneered and retracted her hand, then scratched the slave's head with her fingers, making deep cuts in his flesh.
"Isn't it a cute little guy? It's not completely useless to us."
(End of this chapter)