Chapter 1295 The Visitor Is Bad
The thing that appeared in front of Veronica looked four to five meters tall, wearing rotten and thick armor, with towering translucent insect wings behind it, and both arms. His legs drooped weakly, motionless, almost like those scarecrows strung up by sticks in the fields.
Veronica observed the other party carefully, but she could not see the face clearly because the other party's hood was very low, but she noticed the huge knife held by the "scarecrow" in both hands. Yes, the faintly glowing sickle.
With fear and curiosity, Veronica approached cautiously. She noticed that the armor on the giant looked familiar, very much like the armor of the human Astartes.
"Isa."
Suddenly, a whisper sounded, and Veronica stopped and looked around cautiously.
Those monsters were gone, and everything in the world was silent except for the sound of her own heartbeat.
Just when she was hesitating whether to get closer, the motionless figure suddenly raised its head, and Veronica immediately saw the face covered with scars wearing a breathing mask, and her eyes were like a lightless abyss. His eyes stared at her like a predator.
"Isa."
Muttering this name, the giant's insect wings trembled suddenly, and he raised the huge sickle in his hand. In an instant, countless dark flies emerged from the wheat field like smoke. It surges out and covers the heaven and earth as if it were the end of the world.
Veronica screamed and woke up.
“Are you dreaming?”
She looked around the bedroom with her face pale and sweating profusely. For some reason, she felt that the stench still remained in her nasal cavity.
Veronica felt that the air here was so dull, so she got out of bed, put on her shoes, pushed away the children, and walked through the twisted and grotesque garden.
In front, a spire was standing tall. The surrounding cabal warriors only glanced at her and continued their guard work.
Veronica walked into the tower, carried her skirt up the spiral stairs, and finally reached the top of the tower.
Although she couldn't see the whole of Comoros, she could also see the most representative side of Comoros through the glassless windows.
The first thing that catches the eye is the "Black Sun". These dying stars, shining with vicious light, were subdued during the heyday of the Eldar Empire and hung high on Commorragh like spikes. The tower provides an almost endless supply of energy to the dark city.
Under the dark sun is the central spire of Commorragh, which is also the area where Veronica is located. This is the residence of most archons and elite warriors, made of bright stone, alloy, and resin. Flesh and glass form an incredible high-rise structure. Just looking at the appearance is simply extremely magnificent. At the same time, you can also see the thousand-meter-high statue of the Supreme Archon standing on a spiral tower. There is Wei, the overlord of Youdu. Cute's palace and lair.
But Veronica just thought the statue was particularly funny.
"The scenery is pretty good, compared to the boring Ark of Wraith Bones."
Suddenly, a contemptuous voice sounded, Veronica turned her head and saw Ifreni, who was wearing a simple black gladiator armor, sitting On a windowsill on the side, she had one leg hanging on it and was trimming her nails with a sharp dagger. Her long black hair was being gently ruffled by the breeze.
“Do you think the scenery here is more beautiful than your hometown?”
“At least it doesn’t bore me that much.”
“What are you bored with? Serious dogma? Nagging. Nagging elder? ”
"Everything."
"Then what can you get here?"
Efreni raised her palm, looked at her sharp nails, and smiled.
"The feeling of being alive."
As she said that, she put the dagger back into its sheath.
"Don't you think the Ark is a living tomb? The living and the dead are together, and everyone tells you that one day you will have to become such a dead person. I cannot accept the idea of 'living is to die' in any case. Such a fallacy.”
“Is there really no one or thing worth caring about in your hometown?”
Efreni frowned slightly, then looked out the window very unladylikely. spat.
“You don’t need to care about my affairs, and I just ran away from home, but you are hanging out with an ape, which is very offensive even in Comoros.”
Veronica suddenly smiled. Maybe it was because someone's bickering relieved her from the tension she had been feeling for many days, or maybe it was the other person's somewhat childish but straightforward character.
"I think he's fine. Why can you draw such a conclusion if you haven't seen him?" But Veronica's reaction made Everenne confused.
"What?"
"Soshiyan."
"I'm not interested in learning about a monkey, I just need to know how to kill them.”
"So how do you choose your spouse in Beetan?"
"How?"
Efreni said disdainfully:
"We never choose , where children are genetically mapped at birth, and when they reach adulthood, they are paired with a mate with matching genes, thus maximizing reproduction for the benefit of the entire group.”
Veroni. Ka found this premeditated selection annoying, but she tried not to let her feelings show.
"But what if two people are attracted to each other?"
"What?"
"Love."
"Is it more important than survival? I don't think so."
“Then there was no love for each other in your hometown?”
"Some will be like this."
Efreni tilted her head, but Veronica had noticed that there was some kind of indescribable shadow called emotion flashing on the other person's usually calm face.
"What if a person falls in love with someone who does not match their genetic profile?"
"Then they will give birth to children who are judged to be genetically inferior! And they will also be subject to Punishment, severe punishment! You have asked enough questions in this regard, I am not your mentor, am I not?"
Veronica did not feel any emotion due to Efreni's sudden fierce tone. Cringing, she realized something and whispered:
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
The other party did not answer, but leaned against the window edge with his head turned towards the window, seeming to be observing the spiers of Comoros in the distance.
Veronica was just about to say something more when she was suddenly surrounded by an inexplicable chill, felt a powerful hurricane tearing at the curtains, and heard distant screams and impossible sounds. The whispers of arrival—these sounds were as clear as the ones she heard while lying in bed in the middle of the night.
She turned to look at the black sun in Comoros. For some reason, she felt a ripple that made the black sun in the mist blur.
The next moment, her robe was billowing up and down in the powerful etheric wind, and her skin was washed by invisible energy. These invisible energies passed through her skin and entered the bone marrow even deeper.
"It's coming"
Veronica whispered unconsciously, and Ifreni immediately turned her head.
“What?”
“Something is coming here, very close”
Efreni thought this guy was out of his mind again.
But the next second, countless ghosts poured into the room. She could not describe the shape of these fleeting unnatural forms, but she only felt that the tower was filled with some kind of putrid stench.
Subconsciously, she suddenly pulled out the dagger, but those forms disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"These are"
She came to Veronica, only to find that the other person was staring directly at the black sun of Comoros, just repeating one sentence in his mouth.
“They are coming——”
(End of this chapter)