The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although the young Aeldari pirates are caught between the strict demands of the Craftworld's Path and the Dark Eldar's wanton and unrestrained lifestyle, unable to identify with or integrate into either, most of them, after leaving for a period of time, can dispel the restlessness and desires that forced them to abandon their secluded lives. In other words, many realize the true meaning of the Craftworld as they mature, and many of them choose to answer the call of their home world.

However, there are also some who have strayed too far from their homeland for too long, making it difficult for them to return to the controlled, peaceful lifestyle of the Craftworld.

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In a sense, the internal divisions within the Void Dragon pirate band are an intractable fundamental problem.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle rang out, followed by a mocking voice.

"We don't want a queen who sleeps with monkeys!"

Immediately afterward, there was a burst of jeering.

"Tyrant, get out!"

"We are free people! We accept no laws!"

"Tell your Phoenix King to eat a banana!"

This made the higher-ups of the Void Dragon pirate band a little embarrassed, but they didn't know what to say. They just signaled to those around them to deal with the troublemakers, and then whispered to the Eternal Handmaidens:

"Sorry, these people are used to being idle."

But the handmaidens didn't speak. Yvraine spoke instead, after all, their mission this time was not just to bring support to Sarranial.

The prince whistled. The huge venom dragon rushed in amidst exclamations and whispers. He flipped over and mounted it. The mount flapped its wings and flew high, pointing at the sneering pirates with the spear in his hand.

"You like licking Vect's ass so much, why don't you go to Commorragh? The royal court wants conscientious citizens, not useless waste."

His words instantly enraged the pirates, or rather, they had never been insulted like this before, and they all drew the weapons from their waists at the first moment.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Baron Tahrhone immediately roared:

"Stop!"

However, the killing came from an unexpected place. A nearby pirate also suddenly drew a gun and fired directly, killing the one who was pointing at Yvraine.

"The Eternal Queen is the salvation of the Aeldari!"

"Kill Vect's lackeys!"

Just as the situation was rapidly descending into chaos, a voice burning with hatred rang out, followed by a group of people in ornate black armor appearing on the high platform, the style of which was similar to the Kabals of Commorragh. There were about a dozen of them, wearing various expensive furs and having the Void Dragon pirate band's tattoos on their faces and necks, looking down at the Eternal Court's team.

"Haha, I knew it. The Eternal Court's dogs coming here couldn't have good intentions. Sarranial has abandoned the freedom and glory of our ancestors. She is not qualified to lead the Void Dragon pirate band anymore."

Saying that, the leader raised his hand.

"Since they made the first move, then in order to defend the freedom of the Void Dragons, we have no choice but to take action."

After speaking, he drew the scimitar from his waist. In an instant, shouts of killing shook the sky, and a large group of people riding motorcycles and flying backpacks rushed out from various exits, all with black armbands tied on their shoulders.

This was the real purpose of Yvraine and the others, to detonate the internal strife of the Void Dragon pirate band in advance, and let those who supported Vect take the initiative to jump out, which would be much easier than dealing with them later.

"Damn it!"

Baron Tahrhone roared and also drew his weapon.

"Protect the envoys!"

Then another group of people rushed out, with white armbands tied on their shoulders. The two sides quickly engaged in battle.

From the fact that both sides tacitly provided their people with markings, it can be seen that this turmoil was by no means accidental. Both sides had been planning it for a long time, but witnessing the tragic split of the Void Dragon pirate band, the Kin-Guards couldn't help but shake their heads repeatedly.

This former number one Aeldari pirate band, no matter what the outcome today, is probably going to decline.

"Envoys, please leave with me."

Cymon said softly to the three Eternal Handmaidens, then waved the staff in her hand, drawing a circular passage.

The three handmaidens didn't say anything and followed her in.

The next second, they appeared in a huge palace. Throughout the palace, including on the pillars, were hung various trophies, from the heads of huge Tyranid creatures to the power claws of Ork warlords, as well as the helmets and boltguns of Space Marines, the battlesuits of the T'au, and so on, all showing the former power of the master here.

But now, at the end of the palace on the high platform, there was only a solitary slender figure standing. Her skin was as white as jade, her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her dazzling dark golden hair was braided into a thick braid and pinned behind her head with three intertwined miniature daggers. This ancient hairstyle symbolized some tradition of the ancient empire. Under the long, dark golden eyebrows, the gaze projected from her deep green eyes should have been firm, but now it was a little weak. Her cherry-colored, tender lips were slightly pursed, showing the anxiety in her heart. The tall figure below her neck had been trained to be tight and slender. Wrapped in a set of ancient red and black armor, the outline of her body, which was completely free of赘肉, was fully displayed. At the same time, the muscles on her body did not dilute her curves, which were slightly exaggerated compared to ordinary Aeldari women. The soft lines from her neck to her shoulders, her slender and soft waist, and her long and firm thighs all showed her youthful vitality.

And the armor on her body was also very unique. The shoulder armors were all carved with dragon heads, and behind her were structures that folded like wings. The arm armors on her hands and feet had claw and flame carvings, and there was an ancient symbol on her chest.

This was the current pirate queen of the Void Dragon pirate band, Princess Sarranial - the reason she was called princess instead of queen was said to be that she declared she would not claim the title of queen within a thousand years in order to commemorate her deceased father and mother.

Beside Sarranial was Kayleth Canarli, who also had skin as white as jade, wore white armor and robes, and had an arrogant and dignified temperament. As a fellow pirate queen, she had known Sarranial before Sarranial took over the pirate band, and had teamed up with her on many adventures. They were very close friends.

The two of them standing together were like an iceberg and a volcano, both contrasting and harmonious.

Around the high platform were seventeen people wearing red and black armor, dragon-shaped helmets, and silver-gray cloaks, with the same ancient symbol on their chests as Sarranial, with sharp swords and scimitars at their waists.

These people were the champions among the pirates and also the pirate queens' personal guards, known as the Kurnathi. Some of them cultivated on the Path of the Warrior, some had trained in the deadly arenas of Commorragh, and even a very few had danced with the Harlequins, but they all had one thing in common - they were all professional sword masters.

Their skill and appreciation for the subtleties of blades made the Kurnathi the ideal bodyguards for the pirate queens, forming a close guard known as the Blade-Sworn. They tested each other together, constantly seeking to perfect their deadly art, while protecting their lords.

In addition to being bodyguards, they also served as champions in the pirate band, launching desperate challenges against the champions of the enemy.