On the cold floor, the soothsayer's sky-blue eyes looked up at Felice Monk, showing an unpretentious surprise, like a professional prophet whose death had come long before he expected it. Same.
As he focused on the head on the ground, he felt his pistol being snatched from his hands and he was grabbed, his head locked with a force that nearly crushed it.
Felice Monk tried to struggle, but his arms and legs were pinned together as firmly as his head. The bones in his skull almost collapsed under the pressure, and his eyes were filled with pain.
But at least his mouth wasn't gagged.
"come out!"
he shouted.
"Stop hiding like a coward."
Suddenly, his body was free, and Felice Monk hurried toward the command module, screams ringing in his eardrums all the way.
Before he arrived, the door opened quietly.
Then he froze. The command module was almost empty except for his first officer, who was nailed to the wall.
His limbs were disassembled and his face was pierced by countless fragments. The neurotoxin embedded in these fragments put the first mate in the throes of death - but he was still alive, and the pile of remains was still shaking.
"Interesting art, huh."
A lame high-gothic voice with a weird intonation sounded, and Felice Monk turned his head sharply.
Then it came out of the fog.
A black nightmare, with skin as pale as a corpse, eyes as black as the holes between the stars, a slender body, and armor full of spikes and barbs, but smooth enough to reflect light, but Felice... Munch vaguely seemed to have many blurry faces sliding across the armor.
It looked with disdain at the little man before it, with the same indifference as one looks at a swarm of ants going about their own little business.
As a former Astra Militarum officer, Felice Monk knew the alien identification guide in the Ministry of Military Affairs manual by heart, so he immediately recognized this thing, this extremely terrifying alien.
"Dark Eldar!"
Hearing the words spoken between the other party's teeth, the dark lord stepped forward, reached out and touched the gorgeous epaulettes that symbolized the captain's status, and then looked back at the thing that made the captain unable to move.
Then he made a gesture, and then without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the control station of the battleship.
"What have you done to my people?"
The Dark Eldar showed no sign of hearing him. Instead, it went to the monitor scanning for authorized personnel and seemed to be operating something before standing aside - did it know how to operate human machinery?
Suddenly, a violent vibration came, and Felice Monk stumbled and almost fell.
Further shocks followed, seeming to come from farther away, traveling through the ground to his feet.
Something was rocking the merchant ship.
Then he saw it.
In the dark void, several black, huge alien battleships with sails appeared at some point. It was clear that they were not there a few seconds ago.
At this time, several more bizarre aliens walked in.
They have tall bodies similar to those of Astartes, but their heads are like disgusting venomous snakes. No, it should be said that they are a group of venomous snakes with four arms!
Felice Monk knew these poisonous snakes wearing black armor, not only from the manual of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but he had also seen it with his own eyes——
Snakemen are notorious mercenaries in the galaxy, because once they appear, it means that their masters, the Dark Eldar, must be present.
The Serpentfolk are a race of mercenaries that inhabit the galaxy, often appearing as followers of the Dark Eldar Archons.
Thousands of years ago, this race fell to unbridled temptation and quickly became one of the most favored creatures among the Dark Eldar. The two pairs of arms on their serpentine bodies allow them to carry enough blades or other weapons. Quickly dispatching any fool who wishes to harm their master, these traits and their fighting skills make them formidable demonic warriors in battle.
The more important reason why they are often selected into the Archon's bodyguards is not just loyalty, because the politics of the Dark Eldar have always been capricious, and even their enemies on the battlefield can often witness fatal consequences. Conspiracies and major betrayals, many Dark Eldar attacks have failed because of these aliens' love of betrayal and contempt for their companions. Those Dark Eldar who are lucky enough to survive the long years will not only learn to predict betrayal, but also Learn to accept betrayal as the default.
Although even people at the level of consuls must sometimes rely on others, no one can reach such a status without realizing that their blood relatives are only reliable in sinister and deceitful ways. Therefore, as personal bodyguards, snake people are in power when they are in power. In the eyes of officials, people are more reliable than blood relatives.
The remnants of the Snakefolk culture are thought to be extinct, and the remnants of their race exist primarily as a client of the Dark Eldar. It is believed that the Snakefolk serve so loyally out of a kind of existential indifference. They have long lost any sense of self-direction and purpose beyond instinctive biological needs, and even their employers cannot bring them to the subject, and most Archons are not inclined to prompt them. Thinking about these types of questions too carefully.
On the battlefield, they always stare at the battlefield from a distance with sunken-eyed, reptilian eyes. Many believe that this indifferent gaze is more disturbing than the cheerful malice of the Cabal's raids, because they do not Acknowledge any form of life, even their own.
While he was thinking about the snake people, Felice Monk was pushed onto the command bridge by these beasts. His shoulders were so stiff that he was motionless, and red light shone on his face from top to bottom.
And those aliens stood so quietly, their thoughts seemed to be conversing silently, only occasionally making a slight hissing sound. This was the impression of communication that Felice Monk got from them.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the darkness had dissipated, and he could see other aliens coming out of the void, carrying terrifying, barb-like weapons like torture instruments, and their armor was still stained with blood.
"Hello, Captain Monkey."
The Dark Eldar who appeared first seemed to be the leader of this group of aliens. Although his voice was not loud, it made Felice Monk instinctively choose to shrink back.
"I believe you're fine... Oh! That's not true either."
As he spoke, he jerked his head and interrupted himself as if he had said the wrong thing, like a clown.
