The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Is it crazy?"

Hearing Soshyan's words, Kayang sighed beside him.

"Crazy, not just it, this is the end of all the Dark Eldar, who are always under the watchful eye of Slaanesh and must make up for themselves with painful energy by inflicting more and more depraved torment on their victims, or it will happen The breakdown from the heart to the body, that's why they live by torture."

At this time, the ugly face of the Dark Spiritual Race was closer, and the hunger of his soul had made him confused, unable to distinguish whether the target in front of him could be plundered.

"Your soul..."

Soshyan glanced around, many people were secretly watching here, and some people laughed, seeming to be looking forward to the tragedy that is about to happen next.

At this time, Ka Yang stretched out his hand, and when his fingers touched the forehead of the Dark Spirit Race, he released a mental pulse.

The Dark Eldar began to twitch and bit his lip.

The next moment, the dignified air was separated by a flash of light, the storm generated by the convection whistled, and countless ghosts also hissed in this strong wind.

Although supernatural phenomena are not uncommon in the Comoros, it is still very rare to see a wizard unleashing a group of ghosts, and many people cower and hide in the shadows to avoid being affected.

Then the ghosts reached out and scratched at the skin and hair of the Dark Eldar, driven by unwise longing.

With a bang, the dark spirits were torn to pieces by countless ghosts, and then his soul flew into the magic book on Kayang's waist like other ghosts.

Soshyan glanced at it and said in a low voice:

"You're feeding it."

"After all, it may be useful at critical moments. Well, we are here."

Under the attention of many eyes, Kayan calmly walked to a black three-story building, and then pushed open the door.

As soon as he entered the room, Soshyan saw a dazzling array of weird goods on the containers inside, ranging from an unknown alien embryo to a grotesque head, but it was hard to imagine its role.

As soon as the three came in, a hunched figure walked out from behind the counter, bowed to them three times, and approached slowly.

Soshyan took a closer look and noticed that the guy had a goat-like face, and had been muttering incoherently to himself, his dull tongue and sharp hands having difficulty expressing emotions accurately.

When it opens its mouth to speak, its muffled roar makes the mucus dripping from its mouth shiver.

"Three noble lords."

The mutant's voice was both goat and bear, and Soshyan saw a white drool drip from his mouth and land on the floor.

Ka Yang only slightly raised his chin arrogantly.

"I need to buy something."

"Of course it's a pleasure...to serve you."

The creature bowed its head humbly. It was only then that Soshyan noticed that the other party was wearing a rough chain mail with many odd parts hanging under his robes, and a battery-powered laser gun and its aiming device were mounted on his shoulders.

Kayang suddenly took out a piece of paper from his hand.

"Can you do it when you have 9 Comoros?"

The mutant raised the deformed head, took the piece of paper and glanced at it, and then carefully looked at the three with black eyes, one of which was hidden under the aiming eyepiece.

Even Soshyan could see that doubt and cringe were written on its mutated face.

"Sir, most of them are fine, but there are only one or two... I need to report to the boss and get it from the general warehouse, and the price..."

Kayan didn't say anything, but a brilliantly colored chip suddenly appeared in his palm.

"When the dread monster enters the mortal world, there is a 1 in 10,000 probability that such a crystal of confusion will be formed in the body. In addition to the tools that can be used to make hallucinations, it can also neutralize some of the plague rot. Compared with the current situation , the price will be much higher than before.”

When the mutant saw the crystal, his eyes almost glowed, then he lowered his head deeply, rubbed his hands together and said:

"I'll report to the boss right away, if you're not in a hurry..."

"No hurry, I'll come back in 9 hours."

"Ah, okay."

After leaving the store, Talos suddenly smiled and said:

"No wonder they always say that although a wizard is very annoying, he will not be too bad in the Eye of Terror."

Soshyan turned to ask:

"Kayon, do you have any plans?"

"It's just in case, and one of the things I want will definitely not be available in this chamber of commerce. They have to ask for help from a certain party, so let's just wait."

"You mean there will be a cabal coming to us?"

"Not necessarily, and before that..."

Before the words were finished, a strange cry suddenly came.

Soshyan raised his head and saw a few hundred meters away in the sky, a group of people wearing simple armor, bat-shaped jet skateboards, and two-headed long-handled knives were coming fast, and the distance between them and each other was rapidly shortening. .

There are hundreds of them, and they seem to know the surrounding minarets and buildings very well.

"Hellwalker, it's really fast."

Kayang seemed to be able to anticipate the arrival of the other party and said to the two:

"Probably another wave of revenge from Silver Fang."

At this time, the market was in chaos because of the appearance of these aerial predators. Most of them tried to hide in buildings or sheltered places. A few people were busy cleaning up their stalls.

After all these guys are notorious in the Comoros~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the Comoros, the tormented skies are also a war zone, as dangerous as the alien slums and towering spires, arrogant lords and Winged hunters soar through the fog in search of prey, and the most savage of these aerial threats is the Hellwalker.

Even among the Dark Eldar, the Hellwalkers can be considered a gang of villains, including young men who are not old enough to be cabal fighters, cabal members who have been banished by the consul or who can't stand cabal life and voluntarily leave , they haunt the deserted regions of the Comoros in droves, each surviving only on their own ingenuity and proud of the scars of their barbaric life.

The gangs formed by Hellwalkers are often huge, and some can even reach the level of small conspiracies, and the opponents of Hellwalkers, apart from their own people, are the predatory motorcycle riders and natural disasters flying in the upper layers, because they especially hate showing off their privileges and status. Of course, although the Hellwalker will bluffly claim that he lives only for freedom and impose all kinds of terrorist activities on the streets of Youdu, like all the Dark Eldar, the Hellwalker still harbors in his heart. A fire of ambition, eager to become part of the city's upper echelons by his own power.

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