The Emperor’s Angel of Death

come on

A long journey is waiting for you

Heed our call, as laughter will bring you

You will fall the way you want

You lost everything, but everything is more than that

come on, give yourself to me

'Cause you're gonna dance over time too

Until the eyes are terrified and breathless

Come with us, your end is here

on snowy slate

This will be our paradise

Then we'll dye it bright red

Please join us in the dance of death -

In the dim little theater, the ups and downs, strange tunes, sometimes sad and sometimes joyful music are echoing, and at the same time, a few vague figures are accompanied by the music, dancing strange dances that most creatures cannot understand, and they The appearance of it is completely impossible to observe with the naked eye, and only an afterimage can be seen.

Only Eldar can watch such a dance.

On the hundreds of red seats below the stage, only two figures sat silently, their faces barely visible in the semi-dark light, hidden in the shadows cast by the stage.

After a moment, the man on the left raised his head slightly, and a golden mask with a malicious smile appeared in the light. The mouth of the slender mask was almost outlined into a V, and the teeth were also carved into long sharp teeth, which were on the top of the head. The tufts of scarlet side hair and the gray turtleneck trench coat stand out against the background.

In a harlequin troupe, only the head of the troupe would have this dress.

The Head of the Harlequin Troupe, also known as the "Leader" or "Laughter Manifestation" in Eldar, is the leader and protagonist of the Harlequin Troupe. They have the ingenious skill of weaving carnage and the commanding ability of a veteran general. .

Under normal circumstances, only the troupe leader can decide where the troupe will go next, what dance to perform in the next act, and what message will be expressed in the next code word. If the Shadow Prophet is the soul of the troupe, then the troupe leader is the brain and cunning.

During the performance, the role of the troupe leader is all the protagonist and hero in the story, especially in "Never Ending Dance", he needs to play the role of the Laughing God himself to fight against Slaanesh and thwart the unquenchable hunger of this new evil god. thirsty.

On political occasions, the troupe leader serves as the troupe's messenger, meeting with the Prophet of the Arkworld, the Comorian Archon, the Eldar Pirate Prince, and the Wild Eldar Chieftain.

But unlike other groups of the Eldar tribe, although the troupe leader has the name of the troupe leader, they are not promoted through layers like the leaders of the military organizations, but like the protagonist in the story, they can Brothers and sisters agree to be the protagonist until the next protagonist is chosen.

At this moment, the man on the right suddenly spoke up. He was still hidden in the shadows, but his tall pointed helmet showed his identity.

"My dear Uma, this time is a lot more troublesome than what you said in advance."

The harlequin head stared at the performance from above his thin fingers, the eyes of the golden mask gleaming with indescribable glare.

"Where do I go, where does my soul go?"

The troupe leader muttered obscure lines, as if to express his thoughts only.

And the one next to him just let out a dry laugh, and then said:

"Although with the assistance of your entire Malicious Soaring Troupe this time, the puppies of the God of Plague came to us with their life-threatening energy. Although Comoros has many means of defense, as you can see, they are all Selfish cowards, I can't get them around."

The Malicious Soaring Troupe can be said to be a frequent visitor to Comoros. The performances are very popular with the Witch Sect (to put it simply, there are many female fans), and they complete their performances and battles almost entirely in flight mode, which has far surpassed all troupes. number of tools.

Uma sighed softly and rarely used the normal Eldar language.

"You're starting to doubt."

"Ah, man, you misunderstood. We have no reason to distrust our plans. After all, they were planned for Ada's glory by the most wise men of our race."

"We can't doubt ourselves, especially in a time of trial like this."

Uma replied, something warning in his voice.

The man on the right waved his hand, and a huge screen rose above their heads. The soft light from the screen also dispelled all the darkness and illuminated the figure of the man.

Inky and gorgeous ancient Eldar armor, towering layered pointed helmet, scarlet sidearms on the helmet, breathtaking scepter of pain, waist-length black hair, and a pale, thin face that always bears a malicious smile , without exception, indicating the identity of the person.

The overlord of Comoros, the master of the Blackheart Cabal, Asrubel Victor.

When the Youdu Overlord looked at the screen, it seemed as if millions of stars flickered in his bright eyes, filling his consciousness with a vast and icy nothingness.

Soon, the image became stable and sharp.

"Yes."

Victor whispered half to himself:

"It's really a test period."

As he spoke, the screen drew closer, and a layer of milky mist loomed over it, forming the pattern of a soaring phoenix.

Colors on the screen are deliberately toned down and toned down, but the haze is real, even if it's almost indistinguishable from the surrounding dark space for some visual factor.

"Dude, just take a look."

The screen flickered and dimmed, followed by flashes of light in various colors, and then the speckled darkness was instantly dispelled by bright purples, as if bursting out of nothingness, surrounded by a halo of dark green and yellow, just like that. It was as if countless poisonous substances were suddenly ignited, setting the darkness itself on fire.

At this moment, the phoenix formed by the mist suddenly moved, flapping its wings to fight against the poisonous smoke. The conflict between the two caused a majestic torrent of energy.

Uma nodded slowly after staring at the dizzying vortex of twisted energy on the screen for a while.

"So I'm not as optimistic as you are, man."

Victor shook his head with a teasing voice, and then a creeping grotesque servant came to him, holding a silver tray in his hand, and on the tray was a crystal cup with a pale red unknown liquid inside.

Youdu Overlord picked up the cup and took a sip~www.readwn.com~ continued:

"The Crown of Asuryan won't last long."

"If the other party is about to break through the defense line, we will warn in advance."

The Harlequin Theater Master chooses his words carefully, but the doubt in his words betrays him.

"Hey, look where, they're gushing out of the warp, you know very well, you... have dealt with the Plague God's followers many times, you should understand them better than I do, they may Slow, but also more patient, and now they are gathering the power of sorcery, as long as that tipping point is reached..."

Victor is not aimless, the Malicious Soaring Troupe is one of the few Harlequin troupes that specifically targets the forces of Chaos, and has also fought together with Comorian allies many times.

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