The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Rozim brought the wanted warrant over, and then let Hank Yinwens hold it by the side, put his face up and angled it.

"Look, it's the same."

The Dark Eldar officer tilted his head and frowned for a while, then turned his head and said to the soldiers beside him:

"Like...a bit like?"

The cross-eyed Dark Eldar soldier stuck his head out for a while, then nodded.

"Long, long, sir, yes yes yes, kinda, like."

Seeing another ship coming from behind, the Dark Eldar officer didn't bother to bother, so he waved his hand.

"Forget it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you low-level creatures, hurry up and leave."

At this time, Loken, who was wearing a black robe, came up and handed him a box.

The officer opened the box, and inside were test tubes, and there were many colorful liquids in the test tubes.

Then he pulled one out, handed the box to the person beside him, and dipped a little into the test tube with his little finger, then put it in his mouth.

After smacking his tongue, he spat on the ground and nodded.

"Ape, the technology is good, and the quality is actually okay. If you have more goods, our conspiracy will also accept them. The price is fair."

Saying that, he took out a card and handed it to Loken.

"When you arrive at Wushu City, you will find this address, and there will be someone to greet you, as many as you want."

After he finished speaking, he waved back.

"Let go."

As the gate of the node slowly opened, Loken drove the ship through the void, and then the huge grotesque and twisted city appeared in the observation window.

At this time, Rozim held a camera, pointed the lens at himself, and walked to the observation window.

"Arrived at the most beautiful city in the galaxy, Comoros, Comoros is so beautiful."

With that said, he turned the camera to the projection of a very conspicuous figure on the minaret of Comoros, which he did not know was Victor, the overlord of Comoros.

"Oh, who doesn't care, let's take a look at the distant port, family."

"Boss, why are you shooting this?"

"Those little **** don't always believe what I say. I'll leave some evidence this time, so they won't say I'm bragging next time."

"Ah this..."

After filming the video, Rozim took out the address translated by Dieterian, and because he had been to Comoros, Dieterian also specially helped him formulate a route.

"First dock at the Red Port, then walk along No. 3876 Street until you reach the Moruo Street in Wushu City... Okay! Go to the Red Port!"

Saying that, Rozim suddenly frowned.

"By the way, I don't know where the three of them have gone? They should have arrived in Comoros earlier than us, right? We have to find a way to find him later..."

"Um?"

Soshyan suddenly turned around and glanced at the direction from which he came.

"What's wrong?"

Talos on the side noticed his abnormality, so he asked, but because of their helmets, only the three of them could hear each other.

"Nothing, just a strange feeling that something is following us."

Hearing Soshyan's words, Talos responded with a smile:

"It's normal for someone to follow in a place like this."

In fact, the chattering crowd at the bazaar dissipated as soon as the three arrived, with many searching for safety in the labyrinth of black alleys, while stall owners huddled in their stalls or huddled in Under the tent, watch the ranks of Chaos Space Marines with fearful eyes.

In this black market, Soshyan has seen many unheard and unseen things, from weird alien weapons, to unrecognizable alien cubs, or indescribable weird medicines, it seems that everything has everything, but he did not see any slaves buying and selling. , Kayan explained that there were only a few fixed places in Comoros where slaves could be bought and sold, and they were all under the protection of the Great Cabal.

They are now in a black market closest to the port. It is a relatively small black market, and it can't be compared with Wushu City, but its scale is also quite amazing, covering an area of ​​more than 8,000 square meters, and there is a ground floor. However, it is basically the territory of the Dark Spirit Race, and it is difficult for foreigners to get involved, or to come out alive.

Space Marines are not very common here, but everyone knows that these warriors are not easy to mess with, even the Dark Eldar raiders in spiked chitin armor have to make way for these giants, but their eyes are mostly With hatred, the hiss of a poisonous snake came out of his mouth.

And those mutants and human pirates blessed by the warp knelt on the ground silently and reverently, praying in a low voice to the **** of darkness.

In most cases, these people are just slaves of the Chaos Space Marines. Of course, there are also more promising ones, and they will go out on their own, but even so, their fear of the gods' favorites has long been deeply rooted, even in this alien city.

Hygiene doesn't seem to be a priority for the nearby residents and the low-level Dark Eldar that congregate here, so even the air filter in Soshyan's helmet is completely incapable of filtering out the stench of **** along the street.

The sky above the road has been completely covered by the circular highway and dense spires, so it looks extremely dim. Those high-speed routes are used by high-level people in Comoros for racing. Every time when those vehicles that can break the speed of sound are drawn Out of date, the air would all shiver with a sonic boom.

The further you go into the black market, the darker the environment, just like at night, when all the street lights are on.

Most had their heads bowed, hats covering their heads, and all looked dirty.

Soshyan's eyes swept across the street, noting that there were dark Eldar thugs hanging around at the entrance of each alley, all of them openly holding various weapons and staring at anyone who came and went.

Apparently, no place here was completely safe, and Soshyan felt at least a few dozen pairs of eyes staring at him, gleaming in the shadows of the open doorway looking out of the empty windows.

However, Kayan's strategy is right. The fame of the Thousand Sons Warlock is well known even in Comoros, and almost no one dares to trouble them.

The three of them just walked on their own ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ without looking at any creatures, and they were always vigilant.

When I came to the downtown area, the streets were already occupied by various illegal buildings. At the intersection of the roads, there was a broken screen, which was flickering with light spots. Its lens array seemed to be malfunctioning, casting the light of Mohu in the dark.

At this time, a thin figure stumbled to the front of the three, and did not give way.

Soshyan took a closer look and found that this was a dark Eldar, wearing synthetic leather, his face seemed to have been burned by flames, covered by long hair like withered grass, one eye was amber yellow, and the other eye was full of Bloodshot, and he smelled the drug in the other person's breath.

And that Eldar also carried an iron rod with rough iron wire welded on it.

If it weren't for his pointy ears, Soshyan could hardly have identified him with the armored Dark Eldar.

At this time, he suddenly realized that the so-called Comoros are not much different from any nest in the empire. For the bottom, no matter what race they are, they are no different from hell.

"I'm... thirsty."

The Dark Eldar showed a rusty metal tooth inarticulately, and what Soshyan saw in those eyes was not only the effect of addictive drugs, but also a deeper level of madness.