The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Latest Website: On the icy floor, the sky-blue eyes of the fortune-teller looked up at Felicia Munch, exuding an unmistakable surprise, like a professional fortune-teller's death long before he expected it. Just came.

Just as he was concentrating on his head on the ground, he felt his pistol being taken from his hand, and at the same time he was caught, his head locked tightly by a force that almost crushed it.

Felice Monk tried to struggle, but his arms and legs were pinned together as firmly as his head. The bones in the skull almost collapsed under the pressure, and the eyes were full of pain.

But at least his mouth wasn't gagged.

"come out!"

he shouted.

"Stop hiding like a coward."

Suddenly, his body was free, and Felicia Monk hurried toward the command module, screaming around his eardrums along the way.

Before he could arrive, the door quietly opened.

Then he was stunned, the command cabin was almost empty, only his first mate, nailed to the wall.

His limbs were dismantled, his face was pierced by countless fragments, the neurotoxin embedded in the fragments put the first officer in near-death agony - but he was still alive, the pile of wreckage was still shaking.

"Interesting art, isn't it."

A grotesque high-goth in a strange tone sounded, and Felicia Munch turned sharply.

Then, it came out of the fog.

A black nightmare, with skin as pale as a corpse, eyes as black as the voids between the stars, slender and slender, with armor full of spikes and barbs, but smooth enough to reflect light, just Felicia. Munch vaguely seemed to have many blurred faces sliding across the armor.

It looked at the little man in front of it contemptuously, as indifferent as a man sees a group of ants busy with their own little things.

As a former Astral Army officer, Felice Monk knew the Alien Recognition Guide in the Military Affairs Manual by heart, so he immediately recognized this thing, this extremely terrifying alien.

"Dark Spirit Race!"

Hearing the words spit out between the other's teeth, the dark lord stepped forward, reached out and touched the gorgeous epaulette symbolizing the captain's status, and then looked back at the thing that made the captain unable to move.

Then he made a gesture, then, without saying a word, turned and walked to the console 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 the authorized personnel and seemed to be operating something before stepping aside - does it know how to operate human machinery?

Suddenly, a violent vibration came, and Felice Munch stumbled and almost fell.

Further tremors followed, as if from further afield, and they all passed through the ground to his feet.

Something is shaking the merchant ship.

Then he saw it.

In the dark void, several black, huge alien warships with sails appeared at some point in time, and they were obviously not there a few seconds ago.

At this time, several more grotesque aliens came in.

They have a tall body similar to Astartes, but the head is like an abominable poisonous snake. No, it should be said that they are a group of poisonous snakes with four arms!

These poisonous snakes in black armor, Felice Munch knew, not only from the manual of the Ministry of Military Affairs, he had also witnessed it with his own eyes——

Snake people, the notorious mercenaries in the galaxy, because once they appear, it means that their masters, the Dark Eldar, must be present.

Snakemen are a race of mercenaries who inhabit the galaxy, often appearing as the retinue of Dark Eldar archons.

Thousands of years ago, the race was depraved from unbridled temptation and quickly became one of the most favored creatures of the Dark Eldar, with two pairs of arms on their serpentine bodies allowing them to carry enough blades or other weapons, Quickly take out any fools who want to harm their masters, these traits and their fighting skills make them formidable diabolical warriors in battle.

And why they are often selected into the Archon's bodyguards, the more important reason is not only loyalty, because the politics of the Dark Eldar are always capricious, and even their enemies on the battlefield can often witness fatal Intrigues and major betrayals, many Dark Eldar raids have failed because of the aliens' love for betrayal and contempt for their comrades, and the Dark Eldar who are fortunate enough to survive the long years will not only learn to predict betrayals, but also Learn to see betrayal as the default norm.

Although even people of the rank of consuls have to rely on others at times, no one can reach such a position without realizing that their blood relatives are only reliable in the midst of sinister and deceitful things, so as personal bodyguards, the serpents are in power In the eyes of officials, they are more reliable than blood relatives.

The remnants of the serpent culture are considered extinct, and the remnants of their race exist mainly as a client of the Dark Eldar. It is believed that the reason why the serpents serve so faithfully is due to an existential indifference, For a long time they have lost any concept of self-direction and purpose other than an instinctive physiological need, not even their employers can bring them to the subject, and most consuls are not inclined to promote them Think too carefully about this type of question.

On the battlefield, they are always looking at the battlefield with sunken eye sockets, reptilian eyes from great distances, and this indifferent stare is considered by many to be more disturbing than the joyous malice of a cabal raid because they do not Acknowledging any form of life, even their own life ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Contemplating about serpent people, Felicia Munch was pushed onto the command bridge by these beasts, his shoulders stiffened He didn't move, and the red light shone on his face from top to bottom.

And the aliens stood so silently, their minds seemed to be conversing in silence, with only occasional slight hissing noises, and that was the impression of communication that Felice Munch got from them.

At this time, he suddenly realized that the darkness had dissipated, and he could see the other aliens coming out of the void, carrying terrifying, barbed-like weapons of torture, 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 he spoke in a low voice, it made Felice Munch instinctively choose to back down.

"I'm sure you're fine... oh! Not right."

As he spoke, he suddenly shrank his head and interrupted himself as if he had said the wrong thing, like a clown.