Chapter 1442: The Grand Master of the Haemonculi
The old Eldar use a self-made product called the Dream Maker. Its function is to make the attached creature dream. On the one hand, it can determine whether the creature has autonomous consciousness, and on the other hand, it can determine whether the creature has autonomous consciousness. On the one hand, dreams can actually extract more real information, although most dreams are bizarre.
Upon contact with the nerve, the jellyfish's tentacles began to flutter, and the tiny segmented claws wriggled forward, expanding, rotating, and twisting until the entire incision was filled.
When the dreamer creates dreams, he also copies the host's brain pattern and stores it in his own core.
Thoughts, memories, and dreams will all be downloaded into the spiritual bone fragments at its core for easy transmission. This is a more elegant way than simply analyzing brain matter, and this method will not Waste of material.
But suddenly, the Dream Maker jerked, and then a stream of light green liquid began to flow backwards along its tentacles. The old Eldar could see with his naked eyes that its interior was being corroded and collapsed.
“It’s a bit interesting that the self-destruction mechanism can be activated under such circumstances.”
Although the Dream Maker is expensive, the old Eldar cares more about the materials, and he quickly picked up a few At the same time, he inserted a needle into the gap between the brainworm's carapace, and took out several black needles and pierced the back of its head.
Soon, the green corrosive liquid stopped secreting, but the dreamer almost turned into a puddle of mud. Fortunately, the material held it, otherwise it would corrode itself.
“It seems that it would be safer to start at the genetic level first.”
"Master, Master Biltram of the Black Descendants Association came to visit and said that he has something important."
When a voice passed through the door, the old Eldar straightened up, although his expression was very impatient, but He knew that the other party would not come to him if nothing happened.
"I know, let him wait."
After that, the old spirit tribe walked out of the operating table and came to the corridor outside.
Compared to the clean and tidy operating room, this is a completely different world. Wandering monsters and occasionally looming grotesque creatures are sneaking in the darkness. Their shouts echo in the cave-like corridors, fighting for Fighting with large piles of garbage and metal fragments, many upside-down, sightless, curved predators above the cave bite the swinging arms and legs protruding from the rock gaps, revealing the short and dark madness in the glowing fungal lighting. , a brutal life.
In addition to the deformed artificial life forms, the guards here are also very weird. They have humanoid torsos, their legs are replaced by wheels or rail moving devices, and they are equipped with multiple metal arms, with syringes and blades on the tips. Saws or other surgical and dissecting instruments—the living parts had lost their color, were blistered by disease, and the wheels were covered in old blood.
They are constantly patrolling, occasionally cleaning up those dying or dead creations.
But without exception, all living or non-living things crawled on the ground like maggots and trembled when they saw the old Eldar.
The old Eldar walks with his hands behind his back like a little old man walking in a hell of flesh and blood, even though the surrounding environment is enough to drive ordinary people crazy - walls made of flesh are pulsing with blood vessels and underdeveloped organs. Organs, blocked passages more like the intestines of some giant beast than corridors.
After walking through this area, he came to a relatively less crazy place. It was full of pale-skinned slaves, mostly Eldar, but also humans. Although there were regular and regular fresh Slaves are supplied, but most slaves are actually the product of self-reproduction.
They breed like rats in the darkness in this devil's cave, living a short and cruel life that is often interrupted by sudden violence.
The old Eldar doesn't care about them, he just needs some labor and the occasional supply of raw materials.
Soon, he arrived at the place where he received the guests, a cozy little tea room. The furnishings here are very simple, a huge chair for him to lie down on, a small coffee table, a few chairs, and a few crazy paintings on the walls that ordinary people can't understand. The floors and walls are made of spiritual bones, exuding Soft warm light.
The vice president of the Black Descendants has been standing here waiting for a long time. When he saw the old man pushing the door and entering, he bowed his head respectfully.
"Grand Master Rakat, I'm disturbing you."
The arrogance and independence of the Haemonculi people are outstanding even in Comoros. Being able to make an ordinary Haemonculus look good is already a ruler. He received the highest courtesy from an official, but to ask a Haemon Master to bow his head is something that no Dark Eldar would dare to think about.
However, there is such a person. When all the Xue Ling people see him, they must respectfully call him Grand Master.
He is Urian Rakate, the Lord of the Haemonculi, the first Haemonculi in Comoros, and in a sense the founder of the current Haemonculi art.
If there is anyone in Comoros who can bear the words "high moral standing", then only Urian Rakate, and even the overlord of Comoros, Victor, cannot stand in front of him. He can only be a humble junior.
Urian Rakate's prestige comes not only from his strength as the first blood actor, but more importantly from being a witness to the end of the Eldar Empire and the Great Fall. Urian's past is too ancient to be tested. Some kind of In a sense, he is most likely the oldest living Eldar.
From the humblest slave in the Dark City to the supreme overlord, no one knows the name of Urien Racat. For some, he is just a scary monster in bedtime stories, while for others, he is just a scary monster in bedtime stories. People, they would rather the monster under the bed is a fact than Urian Rakat is a real existence. No matter how weird this ancestor's temper is, the entire upper class society in Comoros does not deny that this ancient Haemonculi is an outstanding person. Pain Artist.
Urian Rakate was also bound to the conspiracy system of Comoros and enjoyed a high position, but he had no desire for power. His thoughts had completely transcended the struggle for power and prestige. He put aside trivial political squabbles, and even chose to live in seclusion most of the time in order to avoid those power struggles contaminating him. Only his trusted disciples and a few consuls knew where he was.
But this does not mean that the Haemon Grandmaster will avoid the world. Anyone who knows him knows that Urian Racate is synonymous with dark nature, so much so that some people regard him as a demigod who represents suffering. , any idiot who harms the interests of the Grand Master will be like being destined for the future by a truly vicious god of revenge. The ending will be extremely cruel, and Urian Racat's character is really uncertain, and it is difficult to find any killings. reason.
Therefore, although the other party behaved very harmlessly at this time, the vice president of the Black Descendants did not dare to take it lightly. He had studied under the Grand Master for thousands of years, and there were more than 20 apprentices and Together with him, he was the only one who finally walked out of this devil's cave alive.
No one understands the horror of the other person better than him.
"Biltram, long time no see."
The Grand Master of the Haemonculi had a warm smile on his face, and his tone was as friendly as if he was caring for his juniors, and then he went about his own business. He went to the huge chair and sat forward.
Then a man walked in, holding two teacups in his hands.
“Stop standing, sit down.”
"Yes."
Sit down carefully on the chair, but Biltram did not drink tea, just waiting for Urian Racat to speak.
(End of this chapter)