The looting is still continuing, but the killing just now has obviously been observed by the surrounding Dark Eldar. Although the human Space Marines are the most valuable prey, they also understand that they are the most dangerous prey.
The Dark Eldar cherish their lives and will not take risks unless absolutely necessary. Since there are more vulnerable prey, why bother with those troubles?
Therefore, even though Soshyan and others killed an entire group of looters, they no longer dared to cause trouble to them.
This is what Kayon once mentioned to him before -
"There is no need to begrudge violence in the Comoros. Only death and bloodshed can defeat those who have evil intentions."
But elsewhere, the killing is entering its climax.
Hundreds of thousands of sailors were driven from the ship. They had just experienced the most thrilling hunt. Only a few stopped to think about what was happening.
For a few frantic, precious minutes, the port area looked like a chaotic carnival.
When people realized that they could not return to the ship that had become a death cage, they began to try to find a place in the port area that could provide shelter.
And the killing began at this time.
The public area of the port area is full of shacks and narrow streets, and people can only push and push forward. Whether they are normal people, mutants, or other non-human races, whether it is deliberate or purely due to madness, they each The hustle and bustle is swarming in a certain direction like headless flies.
But all the large buildings on the street have their doors closed, so the survivors soon find themselves with nowhere to go.
Then, these people quickly regretted their indiscretion.
Amidst the screams, they discovered that there were figures waiting on every rooftop - the grinning marauders, gathering the crowd like herds of sheep.
Finally, the nightmare really begins.
The raiders laughed first and opened fire on the crowd, the poison crystal tearing the bodies into steaming fragments of flesh and bone while recording the victim's suffering on tape and enjoying the pain emanating from it.
Some people also took up arms, but this had no effect. People bumped and trampled on each other, leaving no room for resistance.
"knock off!!"
With a loud shout, the shooting stopped, and the Dark Eldar took out a huge iron net with paralyzing spikes and wrapped the crowd in it.
The other part drew out their scimitars, and with a deafening howl, they jumped into the crowd trying to escape. The rapidly rotating weapons cut and hit everything they touched, cutting off many hands and feet. At this time, the Dark Eldar The goal has changed, it is no longer killing, just plundering.
"It's so unpleasant."
With a murmur like a whisper in the breeze, Yugoslav the Silver Fang Cabal's 'Sybarit' waved the vortex blade in his hand, carved a tattoo on the body of a barbarian who believed in chaos, and prayed in a low voice, in response to the deity he believed in.
Sebalit is his title, and he plays the role of a low-level officer in the conspiracy's plundering team, but as a talented true son, everyone knows that sooner or later Yugoslav will be promoted to 'Dragu' and enter the government The official's battle court - on the premise that he is alive.
The Silver Fang Cabal is the seventh largest cabal in Comoros, and one of the few cabals in Comoros that still fanatically believes in the blood god Kane. The warriors of this cabal are very proficient in melee combat, because only melee combat can allow them to experience it at close range. The pleasure of blood splattering, and hearing the sound of the last breath of the prey, while they will also offer sacrifices to Kane in the melee killing.
Yugoslav is certainly no exception.
Turning around gracefully, Yugoslav slashed his knife through the throat of an ape wearing bulletproof armor. Instantly, the opponent fell backwards and sprayed a large amount of blood into the air.
Instead of killing and plundering the weak, he specifically chose a group of more "chewy" believers of Khorne, because according to legend, Kane was broken by the Chaos God Khorne, so naturally the followers of Khorne are the ones who kill. Their way of revenge.
When the Chaos cultist fell, two furry mutants with goat and bull heads, clutching rough broad-bladed axes, took over the dead ghost.
The mutant with a head shaped like a bull jumped towards Yugoslav, the ax in his hand raised high, and he spoke in vague low Gothic.
"Blood Sacrifice—Blood God!"
Yugoslav sneered and quickly cut off the handle of the axe, and slashed open the mutant's stomach with a crisp return blow.
The brutish monster fell backwards, howling in agony, while its goat-headed companion tried to strike from behind Yugoslav, but the opponent easily avoided the clumsy attack by sliding sideways, and then launched violently He struck back and directly cut off the opponent's horn, causing the opponent to let out a shrill howl.
"For a savage beast, life is a waste."
Yugoslav slowly bent down, stretched out his armored arms, and grabbed the Chaos-tainted ape by the throat, crushing its windpipe.
The mutant dropped the ax and clutched its crushed neck, but to no avail.
Yugoslav slowly pulled the dagger out of the sheath on his belt. When the mutant gasped for breath, Yugoslav carved Kane's runes on its chest. Each stroke was carved slowly and accurately. .
"You want to know why I did this, beast?"
Yugoslav knew that the other party could not understand his language at all, but rules still had to be in place.
"If you were a Khorne Champion, I would do it with a treasured ceremonial knife. If you were a Khorne priest, I could barely use a ceremonial knife, but you are just a vile mutated ape, so you don't deserve that. knife."
When the final stroke was completed, Yugoslav watched the mutant blood pour from Cain's sacred runes, then wiped the dagger clean on the beast's filthy hide and returned it to its scabbard. , and finally bent down to get close to the suffocating mutant.
"You don't deserve it, scum, but I thought it would be fun to take your soul away from your dark master. You are branded with Khaine, and when you die, you will belong to it, Instead of being accepted by some destructive force, do you understand how much honor you have been given? Although you don't deserve this at all.
The mutant scratched Yugoslav's breastplate frantically before dying, but the real son just let it go, after all, it would not hurt him at all.
He watched the mutant's death struggle with satisfaction, enjoying the meager painful energy provided by the other party until the light disappeared from its dark yellow eyes.
Just as Yugoslav was about to recite a prayer in praise of Bloodhand Kane, a noisy communication sounded in his helmet.
"Sybarit, something unexpected happened..."
The other party's voice was filled with fear and horror, which made Yugoslav a little impatient.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"Yes...that...your sister was just killed."
For a moment, Yugoslav froze in place as if he had been struck by thunder.
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