The underground of Kane Coliseum fell into complete darkness due to the energy interruption, appearing cold and twisted. Under the influence of some kind of power, reality was no longer stable, and the invisible ones with shadows as their bodies began to wander.
They whispered and beckoned, promising that as long as any Eldar came near their domain, this race that gave birth to the God of Chaos from its own decline would gain unlimited joy.
But the rushing Dark Eldar avoided the songs of the Unborn.
They had to stop the apes that were charging out of the darkness.
These guards are stationed in the arena all year round, so they know the structure of these roads very well just by relying on their memory, and the direction of the opponent's movement is also under their control.
When a heavy door rolled aside amidst the roar of heavy hydraulic devices, the leading Dark Eldar stopped.
They stood in a dark corridor, so quiet that it made their cruel hearts tingle, beyond any natural darkness that even the visors of their slender helmets could not see through.
The cabal warriors crouched and slid forward, holding blades and poison crystal rifles tightly in their hands, ready for battle.
Suddenly, a spark burst from the intermittent ribbon of lumens, illuminating the hallway with a flash of light.
The lights that were supposed to be powered off briefly came on.
In an instant, the blood of these people of Comoros froze, and the sight before them made their pale skin even paler.
It appeared for less than a second, but was etched into the minds of every Eldar through fear.
The entire passageway was crowded with sinister fleshy forms, and this brief ray of light flickered over the smooth skin, the seductive smile, and the rough surface of the terrifying serrated claws.
The people of Comorragh hesitated, fear radiating from their emaciated bodies, drifting through the air like perfume, attracting those who looked at them with smiles.
Then a howl of pure ecstasy escaped from the mouth of the nearest monster.
[Come on, cute little guys...]
It is speechless, with a deep voice like honey and ashes, a creepy grin, and a seductive gesture with one clawed pincer.
[We are the embodiment of the Prince’s love for you. Come, let us taste you, and we will bring you to Him and let Him hold you forever]
The answer given by the Eldar was a series of aggressive black poisonous crystals. The communication speakers and searchlights in the corridor suddenly became active, emitting a chaotic sound and light.
The demons sang, breathless with excitement, dissipating and reappearing in a storm of bullets, leaping with ease from walls and ceilings.
The next moment, the claws closed with a snap, and the head and limbs of the first victim were severed.
As the daemons caressed the Eldar's visors lovingly and stole their eyes, screams of curses in Commoran came from the Eldar's helmets, but any attack or shot from them only served to further inspire the daemons. The energy plunged the Slaanesh Banshee into a frenzy of violence.
In just a few seconds, out of a team of several hundred people, there was only one Witch Spirit wearing spiked gladiator armor. When the demon approached her and attacked, she let out a wordless cry, and then the laughing thing crushed her with a hug. The life of the spirit race.
She was devoid of all beauty and fell limply to the ground, with the demon still looming over her.
The witch-spirit lies dead in the arms of the demons, listening to their whispers, welcoming her to the eternal grace that is her legacy from the deeds of her ancestors.
This corridor has been turned into a morgue. Killed alien corpses cover every piece of ground, turning into wet pieces of meat and strips of minced meat. The pungent smell of corpse explosions fills the air. Mixed with the foul-smelling incense emitted by the colored evil succubus wrapped in Eldar entrails and dancing in the pool of blood.
Suddenly, the floor shook due to the movement above.
As the vibrations became stronger and stronger, the banshees whispered and held their bodies in their arms, dancing gracefully, as if immersed in this bloody waltz.
The next second, all the demons looked back at the door. Their steaming bodies were already covered with the blood of the Eldar.
The door opened with a bang, revealing a tall figure standing in the wild light of the distant corridor, like a metal god, with a pair of red-light eyepieces flashing in the darkness.
Then, he took a step forward, and there was another echo on the deck, strong enough to shake the pieces of meat hanging from the ceiling and walls.
"So, Kayon."
There was a deep sound coming from the helmet.
"Stop that thing first."
A second voice followed behind the giant.
"It would have taken us longer without it."
Before the words were finished, a ball of blue flame burst out from all the banshees, and then they all let out horrific screams, and finally turned into ashes.
The Space Marines silently stepped through this flesh and blood passage, but as soon as they left the exit, several figures like silver arrows flew towards them, and everything around them suddenly seemed to be caught in a slow spell.
For a moment, Soshyan thought it was just a flash of light, until he saw that the creatures darting along the ground had limbs and weapons.
"Harlequin again!"
The Alphas shouted the cry of war, and Occam raised his weapons and ordered the warriors to attack the enemy, but compared with the shining blades thrust out by the opponent, their speed was painfully slow.
This is a completely different team, composed of troupe leaders, mime masters, and film and television actors from several troupes. Apparently Khayon's act of driving the Slaanesh demon has angered all the Harlequin troupes. They have organized the most elite team to prepare. Kill this dangerous group of enemies.
Soshyan only saw the expressionless pale mask and the curved two-handed sword - and then the troupe of Silent Shroud suddenly appeared in front of him, dragging the mist and flowing swords and swung an arc straight towards his face.
Soshyan immediately put the weapon on his chest and barely blocked the blow.
But the attacker was not restrained by the reaction force. Instead, he danced around Soshyan in a more vigorous posture, and seemed to be able to predict his every move in advance.
Not only Soshyan, but all Space Marines must dodge under the Harlequin Elite's blades, and more figures flash from the shadows, slicing through their battle lines like swords, heading straight for Khayon.
Now the focus of the attack is all on Khayon. Eight filmmakers, three pantomime masters, and the troupe leader of Frost Star are attacking him. Even with the help of the grimoire, Khayon is still struggling to deal with it.
"Damn!!"
Soshyan growled in frustration and tried to strike a powerful blow, but was easily dodged by the opponent.
There is a huge difference in strength between a troupe leader and an ordinary clown.
"Get out of my way!"
Soshyan exhaled heavily and forced his muscles to move faster.
"You are destined to die here."
The troupe who whispered in his ear smiled, and then dodged as if by magic the moment the blade whizzed by.
The blow missed, and before Soshyan could withdraw his strength, the Harlequin Troupe sneered and raised their daggers, aiming at Soshyan's vitals, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
