It didn't take long for Servius to bring Elaine to the noble territory to which he was loyal.
Compared with the dilapidation of the lower floors of Comoros, this aristocratic city full of gorgeous buildings has more of the style of the Eldar Empire in the past. Countless luxurious reliefs can be seen everywhere as if they are just decorations. They are full of special poison. The breath of mist spreads in the streets and alleys - if you carefully observe the composition of this luxurious city-state, you will find that every brick and tile here is made of soul and pain as raw materials. Even the spectacular central fountain exudes a strong corpse... The oil is incense, and some opaque twisted figures can be vaguely glimpsed from the water mist that blooms freely.
This is just a small microcosm of the Eldar's decadent history that stretches back thousands of years.
Even the terrible destruction caused by the Great Fall failed to erase the violence and depravity imprinted in their blood. Instead, it completely released their bottomless nature like a tight spring. Regarding the future of the Dark Eldar, Some clues have already appeared in these capital cities that gather endless wealth and resources.
Even though Elaine was well prepared for this, this overly exaggerated sensory stimulation still made her uncomfortable.
"You alien bastards...aren't you rude?"
Feeling the greedy eyes staring at her become more and more intense, Elaine frowned slightly.
"I'm sorry...sir. Most of these real children of noble blood have never been taught etiquette."
"And we have arrived at the family that I am loyal to - Ers, either as an ancient noble with a long history, or because the name of this ancient noble only fell on some young true sons... Therefore, they are not related to the birth. Their inherent arrogance prevents them from knowing the horror that exists in the supreme heaven."
"Please forgive me... I promise you with the pride of my Haemonculi people, even in this aristocratic realm, not many people dare to challenge us..."
Servius apologized hoarsely, but the confidence in his tone made his sickly floating body exude a little arrogance.
As a Haemonculus who is considered old for the current Comoros, Servius obviously has a pretty good position in the voice of his family's territory.
At least, he thought. Except for the direct blood relatives of the noble leader, there are not many people in this city who dare to challenge his majesty.
Listening to Servius' words that seemed to show off, Elaine just snorted coldly.
"I don't need your guarantee or your so-called [asylum]."
"To be honest, I don't want to stay in your world for even half a second - but if it weren't for my current emergency, you and your family would probably be in a lot of trouble."
There was no politeness in Elaine's tone, because she knew that all the flattery and politeness shown by the alien bastards of the Dark Eldar were, after all, just flattery shown to the strong. If she were an ordinary human, then this The skinny Haemonculus who seems to be groveling will become the most terrifying and ferocious demon.
However, Elaine, who has a considerable understanding of the Dark Eldar and the Haemonculi, is indeed not worried that any blind Eldar will dare to provoke a family Haemonculus.
Bloodlings, who often claim to be masters of the art of flesh and blood, have a status in the Dark Eldar that is comparable to that of superiors who control the means of production - only their profound knowledge knows how to maximize the pain of their prey to maintain their survival. Their survival needs, or to prevent these poor souls who are hunted forever by the Lady of Joy from having their souls drained by Him.
In other words, in Comoros, where corruption reigns supreme, the Haemonculi not only assume the important responsibilities of pharmacists, but also have crucial logistical attributes.
Every Haemon has thousands of ways to manipulate the soul. Even if they die unexpectedly, they will also have countless weird ways to come back to life - this is why Elaine didn't kill these people immediately after waking up. An important reason for abnormal head appearance.
With a lot of things to do, Elaine didn't want to waste time chasing down a poor guy who had all kinds of ways to save his life, that's all.
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Kahn's dreams have been getting weirder and weirder lately.
In his dream, he saw a huge and strange dark city.
In the city, the most horrific hell scenes imaginable by humans are being staged all the time, and the existence that dominates the city is a group of alien bastards who feed on pain and souls.
They are a group of slender and flexible deadly shadows. They can even move at exaggerated speeds that completely surpass the Astartes, and they also have many weird and weird combat skills.
However, their combat skills are more designed to extract the pain of their victims... If they were to compete with the current human empire, they would probably be torn into a pile of meaningless dregs by countless torrents of steel and heavy artillery fire.
Obviously, Kahn, who was trapped in a hazy dream, still had a clear consciousness.
Because of this, he realized that the Human Empire had fought against such alien existences - during his hundreds of years of fighting, he vaguely remembered that the Empire's cavalry had once set foot in some worlds called [Eldar Tribe] , and he has also cut off several abnormal heads of this shape.
But...in the dream world, Kahn could clearly feel that the details of these dirty aliens were slightly different from the enemies he had fought.
These alien scum in the dark city-state are obviously even more indulged in torture and pain, so much so that their gorgeous skills specially designed for torture and killing look so ridiculous in the eyes of this century-old veteran. With just a brief peek, he knows How should we defeat these slim aliens wearing light armor?
However, these boring things did not occupy much of Kahn's time. He knew that such a wonderful dream must have a corresponding reason.
Kahn believes that this reason comes from the blood mother of the sons of the mountains.
Because Kahn persevered and immersed his spirit in the sea of souls of the Twelfth Legion countless times, at a special time period, he finally saw the majestic figure that all the sons of the mountains thought about day and night.
This reward made him ecstatic, but his mood suddenly fell into the bottom as the figure gradually became clearer.
He could clearly see that his mother's majestic figure was now extremely weak, and a strange-looking alien was walking in front of her.
What on earth did the mother go through? Why is there an alien in front of her?
Although Kahn could feel the respect and fear that the dirty alien showed towards his mother, he really couldn't stand this scene.
He must find his mother's current location.
As a result, the dream suddenly shattered like a mirror - which also symbolized Kahn's decisive will.
And in those crystal clear fragments, a strange and corrupt aura of depravity is rising.
It was as if Ms. Happy was whispering something charmingly.
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There is only one update today!
(End of chapter)
