Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

bring it on! The grand banquet is about to begin!

The purple viscous energy is like a thick curtain, tightly wrapped in the sky above Alfheim, as if silently telling everything that will happen next, but the Eldar people are still unaware that a grand party is taking place on the planet. Held slowly.

Under this seemingly calm surface, bursts of surging subspace energy are quietly hiding, waiting for the time to come, and the fall of the Eldar is about to begin.

At this moment, Pell appeared in the hall wearing the most luxurious clothes ever, shining like a star.

The dazzling gems on his body exuded an intoxicating light, but compared with Pelle's almost perfect face, these gems also became eclipsed.

His skin, as pale as a piece of white paper but full of beauty, seemed to be nature's most carefully carved work of art, inlaid with ornaments made of the most precious metals in the universe. Adding endless luxury and elegance.

"Compatriots! Let us celebrate the arrival of this great moment together! This great party will surely be recorded in the history of the galaxy! From now on, no matter in the past or present, there will be no party like it!" Pei Your voice was clear and sweet, like the sound of nature, reverberating throughout the entire hall, arousing warm applause and cheers.

Countless Eldar civilians were immersed in this joyful atmosphere, looking forward to the feast bringing them more surprises and beautiful memories.

"Everyone! Let us celebrate the arrival of this wonderful moment together!!!"

Pell stood on the high platform, his passionate voice echoed throughout the hall, and then he turned his attention to the countless Eldar nobles in gorgeous decorations below the stage.

"Everyone! Today I want to introduce a brand new drink to you!" Pell's words were full of excitement and anticipation. As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling in the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a huge and complex machine placed in the center of the hall. The machine glowed with cold metal, and its interior was filled with human babies.

"Everyone, this is our latest masterpiece!" Pell's voice became a little hoarse, and his eyes revealed a kind of madness and distortion, "When human juice is mixed with this special potion, it will bring about Come to unprecedented pleasure! Moreover, only human babies are the most suitable raw materials!”

Pell stared at the ceiling with his twisted face, as if admiring a precious work of art.

Under his command, this huge machine began to operate slowly.

As the machine roared, those poor human babies were ruthlessly involved.

Their cries and pleas for mercy echoed through the hall, but elicited no sympathy or pity.

On the contrary, the Eldar nobles showed greedy and eager expressions. They couldn't wait to taste this novel drink.

Countless babies were stirred wildly by the high-speed rotating blades, and their fragile bodies were minced into minced meat in an instant.

The minced meat quickly fused in just a few seconds and turned into a puddle of disgusting liquid.

"Add seasoning!" Pell stared with bloodshot eyes and laughed hysterically.

His voice echoed in this space, like an evil ghost from hell.

With a wave of his hand, some dark powder poured down from the top of the device, pouring into the bloody soup like a waterfall.

These powders quickly blended into it, blending with the scarlet liquid, exuding a pungent smell.

The whole scene became more weird and terrifying, as if a nightmare was unfolding.

"Hahahahahaha!!! Everyone!!! Savor it!!!" Pell's laughter became more and more crazy, and his face was filled with a sense of morbid satisfaction.

Along with his shouts, the bottom of the device slowly opened, and the mixed dark red liquid poured down from the air like raindrops.

They fell densely and rapidly, forming a bloody scene.

"Hahahahahaha... Such a wonderful scene, wouldn't it be a pity if there was no music to accompany it! Come on! Let our souls be completely stirred!" Pell's voice resounded throughout the hall like thunder, Deafening.

Accompanied by the sound of mechanical operation, the originally smooth and flat palace walls suddenly made a clicking sound, and then one after another firmly fixed human beings suddenly appeared in front of everyone like ghosts.

The bodies of these people were tightly bound to the wall, unable to move, and a strange instrument that looked like a needle was deeply embedded in their bodies.

"Inject me with the medicine and start playing immediately!" Along with Pell's almost manic roar, tubes of light green mysterious liquid were continuously injected into the bodies of the humans hanging on the wall along the intricate pipelines.

"The injection of the painful solution has been completed, and now the nerve stripping officially begins!" Accompanied by a cold and ruthless announcement, the frightening metal needle began to stir wantonly inside the bodies of those poor humans.

Every dance of the needle tip triggered a burst of heart-rending screams, which made people's hair stand on end.

However, the nobles of the Eldar Empire below turned a blind eye to this tragic situation.

They listened intoxicated to the bursts of wailing coming from above and danced, seeming to regard it as wonderful music.

For the Eldar, the pain and suffering of these humans are just tools for their pleasure.

Scarlet blood slowly slid down the smooth wall, intertwining with the dark red liquid dripping from the ceiling.

The entire hall was shrouded in a pungent fishy smell that made people nauseous. The ground was gradually dyed blood red, as if indicating that a bloody feast was taking place.

Countless Eldar nobles held goblets and enjoyed the dripping liquid, and among the crowd, Selena and Aksuman's patience had almost reached its limit.

"Are you all ready?" Selena stared straight ahead, resisting the nausea caused by the dark red liquid dripping on her body.

Immediately, she took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and then turned to Aksuman beside her and asked in a low voice with psychic energy.

Aksuman looked at Selina with the same solemn expression. He nodded slightly, indicating that everything was ready. Then, he lowered his voice and said: "We have bribed the guards, and they will create opportunities for us at the appropriate time. We expect to take action when Pell carries out his next celebration, and his defenses will be relatively relaxed at that time."

Selina and Aksuman knew that the risk of this operation was extremely high, so they tacitly chose to use psychic powers to communicate.

In this way, other Pell spies present could avoid noticing any abnormalities.

After all, there are Pell's eyes and ears everywhere in this venue. If his identity is accidentally exposed, the consequences will be disastrous.