Chapter 1567 Old Events in Comoros
“I am the queen, you can’t call me stupid!”
Veronica wrinkled her nose and suddenly bit Soshiyang lightly on the neck. He took a sip and then stood up.
"Soshyan, you haven't seen me dancing, have you?"
"Dancing?"
"Hmm, I learned it from Efrenie. She used to be a dancer at Bayetan."
As she said that, Veronica twisted her wrist, and a unique fan appeared in front of her. In her hand, she then opened the jeweled fan and made a gesture. If there was no weapon on hand, the fan looked like it could also serve as an excellent sword blade.
The next second, she stretched her slender left leg and drew a perfect arc in the air.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Veronica danced with a graceful posture, her body was as light as a swallow, and as soft as clouds, her arms were as soft as boneless, and her slender and perfect legs were like lotuses step by step. Like butterflies flying among flowers, sometimes they raise their wrists and lower their eyebrows, sometimes they lightly relax their hands. The gorgeous fan is closed and held like a pen walking around a dragon.
Soshiyang looked at it carefully and became a little crazy without realizing it.
Suddenly, Veronica raised her hands, raised her toes, and took off in a slight spin, like a swan flying in the air, and when she landed, she was like a peacock dancing on the ground.
Gradually, she walked in front of Soshyan with smooth and light steps, then she made an ouch as if she had lost her footing, threw the fan in her hand, and fell limply into Soshyan's arms.
Gently hugging the soft and delicate body, staring at the peach-faced beauty, Suoshiyang felt slightly moved, and then kissed him, and Veronica also took advantage of the situation and hugged his neck.
Although Veronica was already emotionally moved, this was the wilderness after all, and Soshyan didn’t want to be stared at by many pairs of eyes while doing that.
Fortunately, Doral had already thoughtfully anticipated this situation. Before the two of them came to the planet, they had already asked the Bonesingers to concentrate their efforts on building an exquisite building in the royal court of the new city. In the luxurious temporary palace, Soshyan and Veronica could spend their spring night without being disturbed.
Early the next morning, before Veronica got up, Soshyan, wearing Eldar-style robes, was already walking side by side in the palace garden with Dolar.
"Doral, you seem to be very attached to Comoros and Victor, is it because of hatred?"
Hearing Soshyan said this, Doral smiled. laugh.
“My father is the chief ceremonial officer of House Krach and one of the five great ministers of House Krach. After Viktor seduced the Imperial Space Marines into attacking Commorragh, House Krach also suffered the same fate. My father was seriously injured. At that time, my father was trying to gather the family's strength to prepare for possible attacks, but one day he was assassinated, which was later proved to be Victor. My father's death caused the leaderless Cratchit family to fall into huge chaos. Kurt led his conspiracy group to raid the family castle, killing every blood member and retainer of the Krachi family. "
Soshiyang stopped, turned to look at his court official, and said softly. ：
"But you survived."
Dolar didn't say anything, but opened his collar and exposed his soul stone in front of Soshyan.
"Your Highness, if you are really the person Asuryan has chosen, then you can see it with your own eyes."
Soshiyang hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stretched out his hand.
The moment his index finger touched the Soul Stone, memories belonging to Doral flooded into his mind.
The first thing that echoed in Soshyan's ears was the screams and shouts of the cabal warriors as they broke into the old noble castle. A warrior wearing human skin armor led the attack and beheaded the first man in fine clothes. decapitated the female Ada and disemboweled the second one.
At this time, an Ada warrior wearing lavender armor waved a double-edged sword above his head as if to fight the enemy.
The leading cabal warrior turned around in a slow arc, slicing the noble warrior's wrist with the swift blade, and then hit the noble warrior's throat with the handle of the knife, knocking him down. land.
Memories emerged faster and faster, all about old battles and midnight raids. The blurred images were filled with blood, and lives ended with the crackling of blades, broken bones and sudden death. Amid the symphony of screams. They come so fast that they become like a black-and-white silent film, a sickening strobe of violence and chaos.
Finally, a picture was deeply engraved in Soshiyan's mind.
It was buried deep under blood and pain, and perhaps even Doral himself was unwilling to recall it.
His mother stood beside young Doral, her knife thrust into the upright Urgur's mouth, and as dark blood dripped from her pale skin, three Sword-like claws also penetrated from her back, and her life fluid sprayed on him.
The next moment, a fist slammed into the side of young Doral's head, filling him with fear, tugging at his heart, freezing his consciousness, and burning his past from the inside. Existence, like flames crawling across paper, leaving cursed ashes behind.
Then he was thrown into the arena belonging to slaves. He crossed the threshold with no clothes on, and the hunger in his stomach bitten and churned in his veins like stomach acid.
For a moment he was engulfed in shadows, and three steps further he forced himself into a wide courtyard.
Three similarly young ones confronted him.
“You are not welcome.”
“Cowards will die meaninglessly.”
“Get away!”
They tried to drive him away.
“No.”
He managed to whisper through cracked lips, tongue and gums as dry as ash.
When punches and kicks knocked him to the ground, there was nothing he could do but hold on and survive.
Revenge! !
After an eternity of numbness and psychic anguish, the beating ended.
While the hungry gnawing in his gut was nothing compared to the abyss of mental anguish, he had to eat.
The slow water in the sewer gurgled past, turning into a whirlpool under the bridge pier. From the darkness, he saw what he needed being washed down by the water. It hooked the rope he hung under the bridge, gently The ground turned in the water, finally resting on one of the ornate pillars that supported the bridge.
He waited, examining the darkness with his ears and nose as much as with his eyes - where Urgul often haunted.
With nothing around him for the time being, he sneaked out of the arena and dragged the body out of the water.
It was a whip-scarred and branded body that had been thrown from a tower into a sewer. He couldn't make a fire to cook without attracting attention, and he was so hungry that he couldn't wait to drag the body to a safer location.
Then he sank his teeth into the fetid carrion.
In this way, he grew up like a slave and became the lowest warrior in the conspiracy, but he climbed up step by step with his determination.
One day, he will become the one standing at the top, and then he will return the pain he suffered a thousand times to that guy, that slave bastard sitting at the top of Comoros!
Many years passed like this. As always, he led the plunder team to launch a plunder against humans. However, there was an error in the intelligence. After they landed on the planet, there were no humans at all, and there were no expected ones. Plunder——
This is an abandoned world.
(End of this chapter)