The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Yeah, that old dog is pretty good, and a luxurious private room was arranged."

Compared to the two of them, Talos didn't care much about the arena, so he just sat on the sofa, making the legs of the sofa squeak painfully.

Then he took off his helmet and put it on the coffee table next to it. Next to it was a five-tier dessert stand. It was filled with food with weird shapes. With the evil taste of the Dark Eldar, it was hard to imagine what it was made of.

Next to the dessert stand was a plate covered with a golden hood, which I opened to reveal a deep purple wine in a crystal bottle and several large crystal glasses—apparently the person who placed it knew who the guests were.

"Tsk tsk, so sweet."

Talos shook his head and covered it again.

At this time, the arena was full, and a huge golden statue of Kane with open arms stood on one side of the arena, as if grinning and overlooking the crowd.

But suddenly, the originally lively arena quieted down.

It turned out that the overlord of Comoros, Victor, came to the scene. He did not have a box, but landed directly on the high platform that had already been prepared on the Throne of Suffering. .

"What, I thought this guy was so awesome, so he just looked like an alien."

Talos commented on Victor's appearance very sharply, and Soshyan also nodded. Apart from the treacherousness visible to the naked eye, this dark spirit lord overlord seemed to have nothing more special.

In addition to Victor, Soshyan also observed some other people in the VIP area, but they were all in their own private rooms, only a few consuls were in the bleachers, in addition, there were also the masters of the various haemophile associations, as well as the dream Bishops of the Demon Shrine.

However, there was one private room that puzzled Soshyan. The private room was like a solid black cube, but for some reason, seeing it made him feel a little uneasy.

Who is inside?

Suddenly, Soshyan felt something in his backpack vibrate slightly, and then he realized that it was the piece of debris, which was what Maras asked him to trade.

Moreover, there are dozens of meters around the private room. Considering the popularity of this event, even many places can't stand, which is even more strange.

At this moment, there was a surge of cheers in the arena, which attracted the eyes of the three of them.

Reading at zero

I saw that on another prominent platform of the arena, a group of female warriors in silver armor and silver armor with spears suddenly appeared. Ten of them carried a huge throne made of vines and green leaves, surrounded by maids who played musical instruments. Under the stars and the moon, a figure in a green robe stood alone on the throne, holding a long staff.

"Veronica..."

Looking at the figure on the throne, Soshyang clenched his fist slightly, his face showed various complex expressions, and finally just sighed.

Kayang, who was beside him, put his hand on his shoulder and didn't say anything, but the meaning was already obvious.

After Veronica appeared, all the spirits present turned to salute her, but the maids had already put up veils to cover the entire high platform.

Afterwards, Marathi appeared behind the high platform, reclining in her seat, covered with tulle and silk curtains, filled with cushions of all shapes, sizes and colors, and Nefertari kneeling like a well-behaved cat Sit on the side of the sofa.

Mrs. Viper looked at Victor on the throne in the distance, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Victor is always planning something."

Malus said lazily, and then she straightened suddenly.

"You wouldn't want to marry such a thing, would you?"

Veronica snorted and sat on the throne without saying a word.

Marles didn't mind either, leaning back, looking up at the silk-covered keel on the top of the high platform, and then looking out through the side curtain.

The last guests had arrived, and they were all mysterious, with strong jet-black torsos covered in scribbled green tattoos, purple trousers, silver skull masks, and icy energy wrapped around them.

As the Comorian mandela, when they appeared, all the sounds around them disappeared, and everyone was afraid of disturbing them.

And the leader of this terrifying killer is a shadow, with no appearance or features at all, only four arms can be vaguely seen.

Marles narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly:

"Kandulak came too...I thought he didn't care about this sort of thing."

"Who is Candurak?"

Veronica's voice suddenly came from the front, Malas smiled and turned her head.

"I thought you were indifferent to everything about the Comoros."

Saying that, she paused.

"Are you afraid he'll hurt your big sweetheart?"

Veronica did not respond, and then Malus explained:

"But I guess...he might be the one Victor invited to deal with your sweetheart, Candurak is the monarch of all Mandela, and people are more used to calling him the headhunter, even in other Mandela In Della's eyes, he is also a patron saint of dark legends and murder, currently ruling the shadowy kingdom of Erindrach, always trying to infiltrate the central city of Comoros, and most of the time in a state of confrontation with Victor .....Kandulak is an unpredictable being whose killings seem random, occasionally accidentally joining a real-world conflict, or as a costly killer with souls as a reward, if If necessary, he will travel across a dozen worlds over a period of decades to hunt down his prey, lurking for weeks waiting for the best time to strike.

"I've heard of his legend... The Prophet calls him the Shadow King."

"Eldra certainly didn't tell you that he fought Candurak once, and that was one of the few headhunters' defeats, but most of the time he won and took the head back to his lair, peeled the There are only bones left, and it is said that he will also smash the heads that do not meet his requirements, and then install the heads that meet the requirements in one of the thousand niches in the wall. No one knows how he collected so many skulls. By nature, interest is some deeper purpose."

"Victor won't know he's here until...someone tells him."

Marles shook the folding fan lightly and said with a light smile:

"My majesty, you have wronged your concubine, how could I tell Victor? But don't forget, Victor has many allies and many eyeliners, especially those harlequins, because of your incident, Frost and Stars Theatre has had several conflicts with Malicious Soaring Theatre, and there are not many things that can really hide from him in Comoros."

At this moment, a Frisbee glided to the high altitude of the arena, and the gold medal announcer in uniform said loudly in a very penetrating voice:

"First of all! Let's welcome! Keep two hundred and thirty-nine battles undefeated, the most beautiful and deadly commander of the Venom Tongue Arena, Furious Blade, Infreni!

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As one side of the gate slowly opened, a well-dressed Infreni paced into the arena and made shallow footprints on the soft white sand.

The announcer then turned around, raised his arms, and said aloud:

"Welcome too! Stay undefeated in 1,589 battles! Eternal Mistress of the Kane Arena, Champion of the Bloody Hand, Queen of the Night of Comoros, Dancer of Death, Hespera!

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