The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Compared with the chaos in the lower area, although the upper center area of ​​Comoros is not lacking in murders and conflicts, each consul knows what consequences will be caused by their actions, so most of the time this area can be called a good place. is safe (relatively speaking).

Of course, this security also benefited from the strong suppression of Victor, the overlord of Yudu.

But now the authority of the overlord is facing serious challenges, not only the invasion of foreign enemies, but also the huge hidden dangers inside, among which his former wife is the most serious.

By convention, the Venomous Conspiracy will invite allies with good relations to hold a banquet before participating in the competition, but this time the banquet is not held in the headquarters of the conspiracy, but in the castle of the trembling blade conspiracy. There are also Thirteen Whispers and more than a dozen heads of small cabal.

As the gunships landed on the solemn tarmac, the castle's security system was on constant alert as Infrenie had expected.

Every challenge could be violent if not answered correctly, and every automatic check required the right signal to be sent at the right moment so that the gunships wouldn't be targeted by the castle defense's pulse cannons or patrol weapons.

At the very top of the castle, there is a monstrous swirling eye, under whose malicious gaze everything is scrutinized.

"Ma'am, I don't like dressing like this."

Wearing a black sleeveless witch spirit dress, her legs wrapped in shiny stockings, and a red skirt dragging behind her hips, Infreni said bluntly, staring at the giant eye that monitors everything.

"why?"

"Not for me, and I don't like being watched all the time."

Marathi asked with a smile, dressed in a gorgeous black armored dress, then stepped onto her consul's throne and fell from the gunship surrounded by a group of guards and servants.

"The Archon with the trembling blade has always been like this. He is cautious, bloodthirsty and careful. After all, he has suffered hundreds of assassinations."

"I just don't like the feeling of being watched."

"A lot of times there are not so many options for some things, it's better to say... If you want to change, you have to get the right to change."

Infreni knows what her "mother" is saying, but she's really tired of the cabal tussle during this time, and she came to the Comoros to find her new self, not to be a scrambler. tools of power.

Marathi's value to her has become less and less, and the only thing left is the original life-saving grace. After this gladiatorial fight, she felt that this kind of grace should have been repaid, so she had to make her own choice.

And the lackeys of the **** of corruption are coming, and they will attack Comoros with all their strength. Infrenie can't guarantee that reinforcements from her home world will come, but she doesn't want to take this risk.

Especially when she didn't want to face the man she loved most in the past, the Avenger Priest Larian Songxing of the Silentblade Shrine in the world of Bietan, who guided Infreni from the dancer's path to the warrior's path. skill teacher.

Soon, the poisonous tongue conspiracy crossed the checkpoint and began to enter the interior of the castle.

"You need to be charming."

Marles took the graceful steps to attract countless attention of the surrounding guards, and lectured Infrenie behind the flick of the fan.

Infreyne is a little bored, Marles is a cunning villain, a scheming liar who makes a living by juggling power on the fringes of Victor's rule, she would never have been if it weren't for her saving herself from a wrecked wreck. I wouldn't deal with such a person.

"I'm not trying to be charming."

"Okay, then you should start trying."

No matter what the situation or who she's talking to, Marcus has the same relaxed smile on her face.

"At least you should act like a nobleman."

"I've met so-called nobles who don't use words like 'charming'."

"Maybe some are special, but for other nobles..."

"I'm not a noble, I'm a killer who just wants to win and kill the opponent."

Infreni wasn't sure if she was talking to Mahler or to herself, maybe she wasn't born with that thought, but she now had more bloodlust than the most ferocious warriors in her homeland.

"No one is born that way,"

Marcus' voice was unusually calm, even though he kept smiling.

"Everything is the result of acquired learning, so you just have to be the best version of yourself in the moment."

The fortresses where the rulers of the trembling blades lived were actually made up of multiple parts, mainly huge floating slabs that looked like a series of floating cities.

Although in the tense conspiracy struggle, but they also did not give up the luxury lifestyle.

Even in the current state of war, exotic delicacies may be more difficult to find, and the sky above may be illuminated by the trajectories of patrol ships, but this is not enough to really disrupt the society of these Comorian top elites. daily.

After all, isn't it the first step to failure for the Dark Eldar to no longer live according to their wishes because of the fear of the enemy?

"Reincarnation Paradise"

After passing through many gates and floating bridges, the team arrived at its destination.

It was a huge hall, the largest room Infreene had ever seen.

In its shadow are dotted with reflective pillars that extend into the distance like huge tree trunks in an extremely neatly spaced forest, while the distant roof above is made of transparent crystal, through which Some faint blips of light can be vaguely discerned.

There are beautifully designed artworks everywhere, so beautifully designed that it almost seems to have formed naturally, but has been artificially distorted.

In addition, there are many plants, most of which she can't name~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is comparable to the ecological circle of the ark.

The elegant self-controlling machines resemble long-extinct animals in the Eldar homeland. They walk gracefully on slender legs, soft music comes from metal antler pipes, refreshment trays are placed on their crest backs, and sporadic lighting is provided by hanging Or projected by free-floating lighting clusters.

One of the floating lights floated towards Infreni, occupying a position about a meter above her head.

She looked up, then asked the guard standing on the side of the gate.

"Sorry, ma'am."

Admiring laughter came from under the guard's helmet.

"It just lights your way."

"It makes me nervous, I'm not used to being noticed like this."

At this moment, Marcus spoke up.

"Infrenie, keep your eyes open and tell me what you see."

Infrene stopped to take a closer look at the crowds around, only then did she notice that each group radiated its own light, when the noble, the consul, or other rich or influential person ended the conversation with the companion and began to When talking with another companion, the person you talked to will break away from the light group and move to another light group.

"You've got to get involved, the nobles always think people want to talk to them, and for Kane's sake, smile more - you're not likable enough."

Infreyne ran her fingers over the engraved ring around her neck, a gift from Mahlers, though it was more of a tool than a flashy accessory, which Mahlerth said would enhance Infreine's beauty. Charm to offset her inherent rebellious temperament.

"Oh, beautiful and wise Mrs. Mallesh, welcome to my humble house."

Soon, the Archon of the trembling blade, Lando Quinteros, walked over with a smile, then lifted Malus' right hand and kissed the back of his hand lightly.