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Chapter 443: The Calamity of Comoros

In a pitch-black tower, sharp rocks and towering black metals intertwine to form a strange art that is incomprehensible to humans.

Dozens of noble Dark Eldar family officials and conspiracy members gathered here, including several archons and noble ladies, wearing masks and chatting incessantly.

They were surrounded by naked slaves of all races.

As for their cousins, these evil elves would do anything to them.

Hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs are just the basics; countless indescribable tortures and enjoyments are the core of destroying those things.

That disgusting posture was almost the greatest blasphemy to the will of the Ark Eldar.

The nobles didn't care about them at all. They played with them like they were delicacies, enjoying their pain and pleasure, and using them as material to prolong their lives.

The joyful atmosphere and the finest red wine set the scene for the banquet, but the atmosphere froze immediately after a crazy lady walked in.

She wasn't wearing a fancy and exaggerated mask, her face was a mess of crying, her beautiful and mature face now had a sad tone that made people feel heartbroken.

She screamed. "My baby son is going to be pushed into the Colosseum by that human monkey! I want to see my child being eaten whole by wild beasts!"

"Do you know how many years it took me to give birth to him?!"

"The answer you offer is, let me watch?"

"This is my only flesh and blood!"

She was almost insane, almost unbearable, almost incomprehensible.

Obviously, the elves are not without emotions. They also have feelings and family affection. In fact, because they like feelings and rely on emotions, their understanding of love is deeper than that of other races.

Of course, to humans, they are just a group of unpleasant killing machines, because the high and mighty Eldar would not have any feelings for monkey-like humans.

But for this woman, she is now just a poor mother who has lost her child and is powerless to do anything.

She could not bear to see her reckless behavior put her offspring at risk, so she prepared the best weapons and equipment for her children and gave them the best training.

One reason was to allow him to survive in Comoros.

Secondly, I hope he can lead his family to continue and prosper.

Secondly, she absolutely loves her family.

The pain was unbearable for her, but the other elves didn't care.

They can't understand that even if they have children, they don't care whether other people live or die.

This is Comoros, no one will cry or worry about her. The nobles are now even discussing whether she will be the next target after eating up the current family.

They have no mercy, no compassion.

This is the most terrifying thing about the Dark Eldar.

They are not a race with weaknesses. The strong will swallow the weak, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak.

And now, that anger was swelling inside the lady. She hated those people for not saving her child, she hated that human being.

The other high-ranking elves are just speaking as if nothing happened.

"Calm down, there's no way we're going to get that arena now."

"A heavily armed army of greenskins and humans."

"During this time, I have been investigating the identity of the mercenary boss. Who do you think he is?"

"He is the scourge of Ullanor, the archenemy of Abaddon, and the apple of the eye of the current Regent of the Empire of Man!"

"And the price he got was something that even our families combined couldn't come up with. Although I don't want to admit how powerful that crazy woman was, her appearance when she was young was indeed terrifying."

"Her wealth is worthy of her madness. She is the last Eldar with a pioneering spirit. Now that she has returned to Comoros alive, her wealth alone is enough to consume us."

"Honestly, the plan failed." "I didn't want to mess with that scourge. He brought an army of 100,000 men and took over the entire central area of Comoros."

"But he didn't actively attack others. He just made an example of someone and then tacitly accepted the rules of the Comoros, doing business honestly here and acting as a mercenary."

"He knows our rules inside out!"

"Give it up, ma'am, your child must die."

The consul talked endlessly and explained the situation clearly, but it could not dispel the lady's inner pain.

The ten months of pregnancy for humans are unforgettable. The pregnancy period for the elves is often more than ten years, which is enough for their long lives to engrave the importance of family affection.

This is the instinct of living things. The rarer the offspring, the more exaggerated the pampering, and the elves are almost the leaders in sperm reproduction and nurturing.

Now the noblewoman looked at the fully armed consul and replied angrily, "What do you mean..."

The Archon replied, "Of course, to end this ridiculous conflict."

"we lose."

The noble lady laughed softly. "Well, my last bit of sympathy for you has ended."

"I think."

"I have lived for ten thousand years, and that is enough."

"It's time to get back to Ms. Lust."

These words horrified everyone present. They could not accept death, and naturally would not accept their souls being extracted from their bodies by Slaanesh.

At this moment, for the first time, those people began to speak beautiful, pleasant and tactful nice words to the lady in order to survive.

The lady simply clapped her hands, and several strange men in purple robes walked in.

The Eldar nobles shouted. "The Order of Lust?!"

"You are crazy!"

"Our eternal life, our enjoyment!"

"Isn't it just a child? You have plenty of time, have another one!"

The noblewoman smiled and said, "That's enough. This is our destiny. Return to our true nature..."

"Come to the great lady of lust, sing, and rejoice..."

The Archon picked up his blade, and the Eldar's molecular knife emitted a thrillingly beautiful light edge. However, even though the Archon's martial arts skills were among the best in the galaxy, he was still like a mouse meeting a cat when facing Slaanesh.

They were destined to be together.

They will definitely return.

When those cultists who believe in Slaanesh use their psychic power to generate signals and ask for help from Slaanesh.

The psychic resonance began to continuously destroy the Webway wall, and cracks appeared on the thing that had stubbornly protected the Eldar for tens of thousands of years!
When the first Slaanesh demon stepped into Comoros, it breathed in the rotten and corrupt air here.

They had smiles on their faces, crazy, happy smiles.

The consul, holding his weapon, moved around and killed many demons, but was suddenly grabbed by the neck by an elegant monster with a human body and goat's hooves.

His body quickly began to shrivel up, and the demon prince moaned in pleasure.

He smiled. "Taylor, you've given me a great gift."

"And I like you more and more..."

(End of this chapter)