Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 385: The Spirits Enter
There was a clang of ancient armor and a gleam of light from the white Webway gate.

Out of there walked the heavily armed warriors and their masters, black devils that had crawled out of some ancient hell.

Those are the Dark Eldar.

The five-armed Blood Ling woman, with her dark Gothic makeup and weird smile, spoke to the monster leading the army.

"Look, sir, a tomb and many slaves."

Her transformed monster servant, a stitched monster created by using countless stimulants and body modifications, grabbed the head of a Mechanicus Skitarii soldier and pulled up the entire metal body.

The evil Blood Ling man with a face as exquisite as porcelain and a body as strange as a curse said with a smile.

"Look at the monkeys who have wasted their flesh and blood, the metal and iron, the oil and the engine, the crude welding into the flesh."

"Bones, blood, and soft internal organs have become a burden. Are they imitating the undead? That dynasty from tens of thousands of years ago?"

Her voice was like the graceful canto of the most elegant opera singer, and the profanities and provocative words were spoken in the most complex and beautiful Eldar language in the entire universe.

Even though the Skitarii had a half-mechanical body, his half-human organs couldn't help but feel excited for the lady.

He breathed heavily.

But the excitement that awaits him next is a bit too heavy.

A needle of poison was inserted into his blood vessels. Even his mechanical body was trembling at this moment. His thoughts were crazy in endless desires and the ballad composed of 10011.

He laughed wildly, while the other Mechanicus Skitarii soldiers captured by the Eldar could only watch in horror.

After the poor man's soul dissipated in extreme joy and pain, the Blood Bell lady showed a happy and satisfied expression, as if she had enjoyed a delicious meal.

"Lady of Pleasure..." She licked the corner of her mouth, and the body of the Crusader had fallen to the ground, without breath.

The Archon, who was watching all this, said, "It's not time to eat yet. The slaves must be taken back to Comoros."

She was a tall, lithe, black-armored Eldar who resembled a monster.

It was a set of ancient Archon armor that covered the entire body, full of strange sharp protrusions and complex structures.

The phantom shield and armor that is comparable to fine ceramic steel, as well as the majestic appearance, are like a demon from the legend, coming to devour the flesh and souls of mortals.

She said seriously, "We came here for slaves. Those machines are useless. We need pleasure, we need souls, to satisfy the Lord of Pleasure's endless desires."

"We need to leave the tomb, find the exit, plunder and kill, and present our prey to the Lady in the name of the Cabal."

Her voice became more and more excited, as if she saw war and fighting not far away.

She walked quickly forward and asked her scouts.

"How's the stupid mechanical monkey cleaning up here?"

The Dark Eldar warrior replied, "Most of it has been cleared, and several elite troops have gone to search for an exit."

"They carry antimatter bombs and thermal spear weapons for opening barriers, and they also wear phantom armor."

"Even if we encounter a large group of monkeys, we can escape unscathed."

The Archon replied, "We know nothing about this world yet. Stay alert and sharp."

"Otherwise I will select a few soldiers to come and play with me."

Hearing the word "play", the Eldar warriors stood up in fear.

It was the most horrific torture they had ever seen, at least the most horrific they had ever seen in their lives.

Even the long life span of the Eldar could not describe the horror. Everything they saw was beyond the already exaggerated acceptance of the Comorian residents.

Therefore, the news of the vanguard reached the consul as quickly as possible.

Of course, it wasn't good news, but rather the news that those warriors were annihilated by humans. This was obviously not good news, at least not for the Eldar.

But the Archon laughed, even a happy laugh.

Of course she was happy, she was the champion of the Comoros duel arena and a true war maniac.

She has bathed in the blood of many, from the mightiest Greenskin Warbosses to the beasts of Catachan.

From infamous Space Marines to the Empire's elite assassins.

She entered the duel for pleasure and always escaped unscathed, bringing herself fame and status. She was once just an ordinary member of the conspiracy, but now she is a noble archon.

Even if her family is indeed prominent, she is just a nobody among them.

To her, killing and death are the best things, better than any torture and consumption.

She was a warrior who only longed for an equally matched opponent, so when she knew that her elite had been killed, she felt only joy.

She found prey that was qualified enough.

At this moment, she raised her head. She no longer thought about punishment. Her mind was only on war.

That is the greatest joy and purpose, strength and victory.

She cheered herself up a little and began to move forward with her troops.

She said, "Watch the Webway. Activating the gate here would require too many resources."

"If the Webway Gate closes before we have enough slaves, it will mean our failure!"

The Blood Belle showed a delighted expression. "That's perfect! I don't want to go back to Comoros and hide like a rat~"

"There's so much fun out there..."

"Do you think the darkness and corruption of the Comoros is exciting?"

"No, those things are as plain as water, flowing naturally among the filth."

"You and I are both people who pursue purity."

"Only the pure are worthy of defilement..."

There was an abnormal arc on the corner of her mouth, making her look more like a monster than a human.

She has definitely operated on her body many times, and people like her are undoubtedly true lunatics.

But even lunatics have their own levels. When she was feeling smug, a poison crystal pistol was stuffed into her mouth.

The Archon said angrily, "If your farce has caused our cause to fail, if our conspiracy has been damaged by your desires."

"Then I can tell you myself why my nickname is Crimson Thorn."

The Blood Ling man licked the muzzle of his gun and said with a smile.

"Of course I know, that's because your red blade is like a poisonous sting."

"And you are a poisonous bee, killing your enemies with ease and grace."

"And I'd also like to enjoy the blade that has killed countless people~"

The Archon simply replied, "Disgusting."

"My sword only kills the strong."

(End of this chapter)