The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Of course, besides their role in warfare, triceratops were also important resources for the Wild Aeldari's lives and production. Although their meat wasn't as delicious as that of the Giganotosaurus, it was sufficient for daily consumption. After all, there were only so many Giganotosaurus. Additionally, they were the main food source for carnivorous dragons. Triceratops had a high reproduction rate, with a mother dragon able to lay 8-12 young at a time, and they matured in 3-4 years, resulting in extremely large numbers. There were over three hundred thousand in sight alone.

Next were various small dragons, the most numerous being a small herbivorous dragon that ran on four legs and had a crest on its head. They were called Raptors and were the main means of transportation and pack animals for the Wild Aeldari. Because their muscle fibers were very coarse, they were generally not used for food, but rather to feed carnivorous dragons. More often, they were kept as pets and not slaughtered. In addition to their endurance and speed, these dragons also had very developed brains and could understand relatively complex commands. However, they were very timid and easily frightened, so they could not be used as war beasts.

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At this moment, Sosehlyan suddenly had a question.

Why were there no large carnivorous dragons?

It seemed that the largest carnivorous dragon he had seen was the albino Clawed Dragon (the Linnaeus Kingdom's term for carnivorous dragons) ridden by Valentino Ravel, and there were no larger carnivorous dragons after that. There was only a smaller carnivorous dragon called a Thief Dragon that was used as a hound.

Valentino Ravel simply asked Sosehlyan a question in response to his question.

"Your Highness, what do you think such a dragon would be useful for?"

Sosehlyan thought about it, and it seemed so. Small carnivorous dragons were fast and agile, and were useful in forests or other complex terrains, but large carnivorous dragons didn't seem to have these advantages. And its power seemed difficult to demonstrate on the battlefield, unless they had a powerful body that could withstand heavy firepower like the Mountain Dragons, but that would also mean that such a dragon would have to be incredibly huge.

"After all, our real weapons are still prism cannons, star darts, lasers, and even dimensional cannons. These weapons can obviously be used more effectively on herbivorous dragons with stronger load-bearing capabilities. The claws and teeth of large carnivorous dragons cannot provide us with much help on the battlefield."

Valentino Ravel smiled and pointed to his head.

"Your Highness, we may live a simpler life, but that doesn't mean our brains are simple too. I know what enemies we may face. Some things that look intimidating are actually not practical. Besides, how much meat would it take to feed a large carnivorous dragon every day? This would put a lot of pressure on the dragon herd. The Mother Goddess has given us inexhaustible resources, but that doesn't mean we can squander them. The number of dragons a world can support is ultimately limited."

"I guess I took things for granted."

Afterward, Sosehlyan made a special trip to wander around on the back of a Mountain Dragon. He had to say that standing on the back of such a giant creature was very shocking, even more shocking than standing on a Titan. Apart from psionic power, Sosehlyan couldn't find any other reason for such a creature to move.

Not long after seeing the dragon herd, Sosehlyan received news that Veronica was about to arrive, so he led the team to Prayer Island to welcome her.

In a star system light-years away, the hive world of Pombalow was suffering terrible hardship. Cultists beating human skin drums and blowing leg bone horns were reveling in the bloody streets. Spires and walls were studded with disfigured corpses. Twisted figures were constantly running quickly in the shadows. Slaaneshi Daemonettes danced on stages piled with corpses, while cultists who had gouged out their own eyes clapped wildly. Slaaneshi Beasts strung living "heads" on their tongues, seemingly savoring the sweetness of the last moment.

Many buildings were burning and exploding. In addition to the terrible screams and songs, there were sporadic sounds of gunfire in the air, suggesting that there were still resisters holding out.

But since the extravagant governor had withdrawn almost all the planet's troops to launch a bizarre expedition, it had lost all ability to resist.

While the planet's surface was suffering calamity, several ships were floating in the planet's orbit, surrounded by the wreckage of broken space stations. Their exteriors were ghostly purple, and some parts were covered in flesh-like attachments. Many pained faces surged on them. A vague number Ⅲ could be faintly seen on the fading golden bow.

In the bridge passage, which was hung with human skin tapestries and floored with human bones, the sound of high heels suddenly echoed, followed by the chuckles of demons hidden in the shadows.

The candles inserted in the throats of the half-dead slaves were lit one by one, and the pale purple light dispelled the darkness, illuminating a charming figure.

She had a bewitching face, and a high, straight nose showed unparalleled confidence. Her bright, fiery eyes had snake-like yellow pupils, and her full, alluring lips, like rose petals covered in morning dew, curved into a shallow, mocking arc, as if a high and mighty queen was looking down on the slaves kneeling at her feet. Her waist-length, smooth, purplish-black hair covered her bare, fair back.

She wore armor that resembled a Battle Sister's, but it had been twisted and defiled by the will of Slaanesh, decorated with the blasphemous symbols of Chaos and Slaanesh, clinging to her spicy and fiery, full body. Narrow shoulders, full breasts, a thin waist, wide hips, and full thighs gave her an overall hourglass-like, curvaceous appearance, and the inner thighs and chest had no armor plates to cover them, causing people's eyes to be uncontrollably drawn to that dazzling whiteness. As she walked with a bewitching gait, her two huge, unparalleled breasts, fixed by the armor, swayed gently like bags filled with water, and her rounded buttocks and slender legs formed a perfect curve, ultimately reaching a perfect convergence on her black, pointed high heels.

On her loosely slung belt hung a bolter and a long sword, the blade of which was housed in a scabbard made from the skin of former comrades.

The Ecclesiarchy has always propagated that the Battle Sisters are forever loyal to the Emperor, that their hearts are as solid as gold and stone, that no one will betray, and that no one will fall. Even the Inquisition cannot find a single example of a Battle Sister falling to Chaos.

But in fact, this is a shameful lie that the Ecclesiarchy has tried hard to cover up. Miriael Sabathiel was the first to expose this lie. Once a Battle Sister, she was captured by a Slaaneshi Chaos Lord and subjected to unimaginable torture (probably various heavy-handed doujinshi?), and eventually betrayed the Emperor and became a follower of Slaanesh. In order to destroy this terrible exception, the Ecclesiarchy sent out many Sister squads to try to hunt her down, but the results were all one-way trips. Until now, she is the Ecclesiarchy's number one secret wanted criminal, reminding every Battle Sister who knows of her existence that their faith has never been as strong and pure as they imagined.

Soon, she walked into a magnificent bridge. If you ignored the slaves fixed to the candelabras and weapon racks on the bridge, the decoration here could be called tasteful.

Purple Terminator armored guards could be seen throughout the bridge, standing motionless like statues. There were also some figures in black robes on the bridge. They were Dark Mechanicum cultists in charge of the equipment. Other than that, it was difficult to find anything that could be called "alive" here. Most of the crew were directly fixed in their positions, with pipes inserted into their bodies to replace all eating and excretory functions. Some even had their entire lower bodies cut off just to save space.

In the center of the bridge was a purple canopy, from which one could vaguely see a towering figure sitting on a throne that appeared to be composed of countless limbs.

The bewitching Fallen Sister walked to the canopy, then knelt down and said in a sweet, honeyed voice:

"My Lord, the great Whisperer Balzaphart, all the slave decks are full, and every bit of flesh has found its place~"