Chapter 1471 Eldar Nemesis
The underground of Kane Coliseum fell into complete darkness due to energy interruption, appearing cold and twisted, and under the influence of some kind of power, reality was no longer stable, with shadows The invisible being of flesh began to wander.
They whispered and beckoned, promising that as long as any Eldar came near their domain, this race that gave birth to the God of Chaos from its own decline would gain unlimited joy.
But the rushing Dark Eldar avoided the songs of the Unborn.
They must stop the apes that are rushing out of the darkness.
These guards are stationed in the arena all year round, so they know the structure of these roads well just by relying on their memory, and the direction of the opponent's movement is also under their control.
When a heavy door rolled aside amidst the roar of a heavy hydraulic device, the leading Dark Eldar stopped.
They stood in a dark corridor, the silence here making their cruel hearts tingle, beyond any natural darkness, even the visors of their slender helmets could not be seen through.
The warriors of the conspiracy crouched and slid forward, holding their blades and poison crystal rifles tightly in their hands, ready for battle.
Suddenly, a burst of sparks burst from the intermittent lumen strips, illuminating the corridor with a flash of light.
The lights that were supposed to be powered off briefly came on.
In an instant, the blood of these people of Comoros froze, and the sight before them made their pale skin even paler.
It only appeared for less than a second, but it was carved into the minds of every Eldar through fear.
The entire passageway was crowded with abominable fleshy forms, and this brief ray of light flashed across the smooth skin, the seductive smile, and the rough surface of the terrifying serrated claws.
The people of Comoros hesitated, fear radiating from their skinny bodies, drifting through the air like perfume, attracting things that looked at them with smiles on their faces.
Then a howl of pure ecstasy escaped from the mouth of the nearest monster.
[Come on, cute little guys...]
It was speechless, with a low voice like honey and ashes, a creepy grin on its face, and used a clawed Tong makes a seductive gesture.
【We are the embodiment of the Prince's love for you, come on, let us have a taste of you, we will bring you to Him and let Him hold you forever】
< br>The answer given by the Eldar was a series of aggressive black poisonous crystals. The communication speakers and searchlights in the corridor suddenly became active, emitting a chaotic sound and light.
The demons sang, breathless with excitement, dissipating and reappearing in a storm of bullets, leaping with ease from walls and ceilings.
The next moment, the claws closed with a snap, and the head and limbs of the first victim were severed.
Shouting curses in Commoran serpentine came from the Eldar's helmets as the daemons caressed their visors affectionately and stole their eyes, but any attack or shot from them All this can only further stimulate the demonic energy, driving the Slaanesh Banshee into a frenzied violence.
In just a few seconds, out of a team of several hundred people, there was only one Witch Spirit wearing a spiked gladiator armor. When the demon approached her and attacked, she let out a wordless cry, followed by a loud laugh. The living thing shattered the life of the Eldar with its embrace.
She had no beauty and fell limply to the ground, with the demon still covering her.
The Witchling lies dead in the arms of the demons, listening to their whispers, welcoming her to the eternal grace that is her legacy from the deeds of her ancestors.
This corridor has turned into a morgue. Killed alien corpses cover every piece of ground, turning into wet pieces of meat and strips of minced meat. The air is filled with corpses. The pungent smell of the explosion was mixed with the unpleasant incense emitted when the colored demon banshee wrapped herself in the Eldar's internal organs and danced in the pool of blood.
Suddenly, the floor shook due to the movement above.
As the vibrations became stronger and stronger, the banshees whispered and held their bodies in their arms, dancing gracefully, as if immersed in this bloody waltz.
The next second, all the demons looked back at the door. Their steaming bodies were already covered with the blood of the Eldar. The door opened with a bang, revealing a tall figure standing in the wild light of the distant corridor, like a metal god, with a pair of red-light eyepieces flashing in the darkness.
Then, he took a step forward, and there was another echo on the deck, strong enough to shake the pieces of meat hanging from the ceiling and walls.
"So, Khayon."
A deep voice came from the helmet.
"Stop that thing first."
A second voice followed behind the giant.
“We will have to spend more time without using it.”
Before the words were finished, a ball of blue flames appeared on all the banshees, and then they all let out a terrifying cry. scream, and eventually turn to ash.
The Space Marines silently stepped through this flesh and blood passage, but as soon as they left the exit, several figures like silver arrows flew towards them, and everything around them suddenly seemed to be caught in a slow spell.
For a moment, Soshyan thought it was just a flash of light, until he saw clearly that the creatures running along the ground had limbs and weapons.
"It's the clown again!"
The Alphas shouted the cry of war, and Occam raised his weapons and ordered the soldiers to meet the enemy, but compared with the shining blades thrust out by the opponent, their It was painfully slow.
This is a completely different team, composed of troupe leaders, mime masters, and film and television actors from several troupes. Apparently Khayon's act of driving the Slaanesh demon has angered all the Harlequin troupes, and they organized The most elite team is ready to strangle this dangerous group of enemies.
Soshiyang just saw the expressionless pale mask and the curved two-handed sword - and then the Silent Shroud troupe suddenly appeared in front of him, dragging the mist and flowing swords and swung an arc straight towards him. Go away from the door.
Soshyan immediately put the weapon on his chest and barely blocked the blow.
But the attacker was not restrained by the reaction force. Instead, he danced around Soshyan in a more vigorous posture, and seemed to be able to predict his every move in advance.
Not only Soshyan, but all Space Marines must dodge and move under the blade of the Harlequin Elite, and there are more figures flashing from the shadows, cutting into their battle lines like swords, until Go to Kayang.
Now the focus of the attack is all on Khayon. Eight film and television actors, three pantomime masters, and the troupe leader of Frost Star are attacking him. Even with the help of the grimoire, Khayon can still cope with it quite well. For the hard work.
“Damn!!”
Soshiyang growled in frustration, trying to hit a powerful blow, but was easily dodged by the opponent.
There is a huge difference in strength between a troupe leader and an ordinary clown.
“Get out of my way!”
Soshiyang exhaled heavily and forced his muscles to move faster.
"You are destined to die here."
The troupe who whispered in his ear smiled, and then dodged like a magic trick the moment the blade whizzed by.
The blow missed, and before Soshyan could withdraw his strength, the Harlequin Troupe sneered and raised their daggers, aiming at Soshyan's vitals, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
(End of this chapter)