God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the gap between reality and subspace, a tall tower tore the light veil, splitting the tide of secrets, like a spear stained with cobalt and blemishes of darkness .

The dying flame is struggling on the spire, spraying white flames into the ever-changing sea of ​​souls, beating like a heart rate without rhythm, and lightning flashes continuously over the surging psychic energy.

The subspace is ruthless. The claws of huge creatures protruding from the hurricane sweep across the shield, and each impact makes the flames weaker.

In a sealed room at the top of the tower, a lonely silhouette knelt quietly.

It was shrouded in dense ink-like shadows, staring at the unnatural rainstorm in the distance, making no sound, not even breathing.

The outside scenery is like oil floating on the water, with disgusting colors, and the mortal will have a nervous breakdown by looking directly at it, but it has been staring at it all the time.

The crackling sound of the shield bending under pressure is everything that illuminates the rainstorm outside.

The tide of the subspace hit the spire with jagged, unpredictable waves, but then the torch that pierced the slave ignited the flame with pain, sending the fierce shock wave back to the producer of it. In the trash of mind.

The spire trembled and let out a pitiful wailing, which was the wailing of tens of thousands of slaves who were dying.

But when the voice came to the room, it was distorted like a sinister whisper, pointing directly to the heart, not the ears.

"Drazar, Drazar, Drazar..."

Every word echoes in the blood, but no one will Pay attention to this sound, because this is arguably the most degraded corner of the universe.

It has many names, but as the name that people know, replace it with—

Comoros.

Comoros, the dark city, a giant city in the net, is also the home of Dark Eldar.

The origin of this city can be traced back to the heyday of the distant Spirit Race Imperium. It does not exist in real space, but is located in the dimension of the maze called the network.

The network is the masterpiece of the Galaxy Creator Ancient Saint. Although the network has undergone tremendous changes since the Spirit Race Imperium reached its peak, and was destroyed by wars and disasters, they still mastered the original network. Tao technology.

Although moving between dimensions is a very risky technique, Spirit Race uses this unique and unmatched skill without the slightest hesitation, because the network can allow the transmigrator to teleport interstellar While traveling, it can also avoid the risk of direct exposure to subspace.

But since the Great Fall, the network has become a fragmented area of ​​danger lurks on every side, and its darkest corners are filled with indescribable entities from subspace.

Even so, the many nodes in the network still allow the most fearless or malicious people to attack millions of targets in the Milky Way without warning, and Comoros is the Spirit before the Great Fall. Race Imperium is the largest network metropolis.

The fleet of the ancient Spirit Race Imperium can travel to the world through Comoros and to the farthest corner of the galaxy, so this is also the most important place in the network.

Because of its strategic value, no faction in Spirit Race Imperium can dominate here. Instead, it is directly ruled by the Supreme Council of Imperium. This kind of autonomy allows Comoros to expand rapidly. Individuals who wish to get rid of Spirit Race's eyeliner will go here, and all money and influence will flow into the hands of Imperium and its allies through this city.

The Comoros itself is also expanding into the blank area of ​​the network, merging many labyrinthine satellite areas, private territories and other port cities. After countless years of construction, this city has arrived. It's amazing.

But at that time, Comoros was still a relatively normal city, but the Great Fall changed the way of survival of Spirit Race and also changed Comoros.

Spirit Race’s self-depravity created Evil God Slaanesh, but not all Spirit Races know repentance. In fact, hedonism and perverted art have been deeply rooted in the flesh and blood of many upper Spirit Races, and they are unwilling to accept it. The penance of those compatriots in the Ark turned to seek a safe place to hide from Slaanesh's gaze, and continue their depraved life in the past.

Comoros, eventually became their choice.

But it’s just hiding still not enough. As time goes by, the Spirit Race hiding in Comoros began to feel the desire of the soul, and gradually withered, they want to continue their lives, only by torturing others Living beings, sucking the pain of other creatures.

Some people speculate that the cause of this phenomenon is the chaos god Slaanesh, who is constantly consuming the soul of the Comorian Spirit Race.

In order to survive, the Spirit Race of Comoros began hunting slaves in large quantities for various cruel tortures. This may be to satisfy Slaanesh’s hunger and thirst, or to supplement his own The soul that sucks.

Since then, Dark Eldar was born, and Comoros has become the largest slave market in the Galaxy.

Out of fear, other races often only dare to call it the "dark city", and other Spirit Races call this city a "cancer" growing on the sacred network.

After countless years of reconstruction and proliferation, Comoros is not only a single city, but also the largest city in the galaxy. It is considered impossible to use traditional methods to measure the area. The entire surface of the ground has been over-developed, so that the buildings must continue to increase in the vertical area, and the buildings in each area grow upwards to compete for sunlight like plants competing for sunlight.

Every minaret and skyscraper in this city will be connected to neighbors through curved arches and gauze-like buttresses. Those several li high nests and palaces extend up and down at the same time, and the spirals are distorted deep into the network. space.

Every year of Terra, the city will absorb more dimensions as its foundation, so the population of Comoros is even more than the sum of all planets in an important galaxy.

From another point of view, the Comoros is actually a collection of many loose sites, which adhere to the trunk of the network like tumor cells. Those sites that are far away may be mutually connected. Thousands of light years apart, but in the network, these distant sites Space Teleportation are connected to each other in a shortcut.

Everyday all there are thousands of ships docked on the spires of Comoros, the population of Dark Eldar far exceeds the prediction of Imperium of Man, and even the compatriots of the Ark cannot accurately count their number .

The network pathways around the Dark City are full of light trails for ships to enter and exit. Some of the Transmission Gate pathways that enter and exit the real space are small and dim, but those located in the largest district of the city are huge and abnormal enough to accommodate them. The entry and exit of the entire raiding fleet, thorny skyscrapers and spires on the dock pillars, are docked with a variety of Dark Eldar and other Xenos race high-speed aircraft fixed by purple electromagnetic beams

But Comoros also Not all areas are open to the outside world. In the city, there are still several mysterious areas, which belong to various shrines, and even the archons cannot control them. They only belong to the bishop of the shrines.

The Temple of Nightmare is one of them. Its iconic building is the huge torch of pain.

"Silence."

The shadows whispered hoarsely, but they still heard their laughter.

The wild beast with primordial wisdom laughed wildly with a rough and poetic flavor, scratching its thinking boundary with indelible claws.

A huge existence stirred in the mist of ether. It felt the existence shaking, and saw a sun-sized shadow rippled in the storm.

It is approaching.

"Go away."

The huge existence broke the violent fluctuations of the spiritual fog, like a huge shark, it is passing through the vast ocean, and its eyes are stomach rumbling with hunger Stared hard.

[You lost it]

This time, the answer is full of emotion, but not pleasant at all.

It is deep, mocking, with inhuman resonance.

"It is me, and I am it."

[It was once your body, carrying the memory of you once a mortal]

A reason The spiritual shadow composed of black fog and hatred violently hit, hitting the invisible shield, and set off waves in the spiritual realm.

"It's gone, I am me now, and there is no second me."

[Very good, even that thing--]

The torch burned violently again, and the existence slammed and disappeared.

The shadow watched as the storm outside gradually subsided, he first laughed lowly, then laughed, and finally laughed wildly, laughing so that the entire tower was shaking.

Dark Eldar near everyone instinctively felt the threat and accelerated their heartbeat. Then, Angry Roar cut through the chaotic sky of Comoros like thunder——

" SuinDaellae!!!"

"SuinDaellae!!!"

"SuinDaellae!!!"