The Emperor’s Angel of Death

For the first time, Klarahel left his ship and, led by the guide of the Claw Conspiracy, entered the sacred tower of the Shadow Nexus, accompanied only by Mor, the Nightmare, and two bodyguards, appearing somewhat shabby.

Before entering the huge archway inside the sacred tower, he unexpectedly encountered another team.

They numbered over a hundred, dressed in brand-new and gorgeous armor, helmets tucked under their arms, each with sharp features, arrogant and rude, staring around with blatant contempt, and surrounded by a sinister and majestic figure wearing heavy black armor, draped in the fur of a beast hunted from an unknown planet, a red-eyed helmet with beast-like horns and fangs.

But the banner of his entourage allowed Klarahel to recognize his identity.

"Oh, isn't this the Governor of Klarahel?"

When the other party issued a contemptuous greeting, Klarahel also responded with a sneer:

"Governor Aberhark, you're here too?"

The Iron Thorn Lord Conspiracy colluding with the royal court was something he had discovered from the first day he came to the Shadow Nexus, and even Aberhark's personal arrival here was revealed to him by Sarin. Klarahel didn't pay much attention to this "junior," only knowing that his family also had a long history, and he himself was indeed very capable, re-managing the almost-destroyed conspiracy with great success, but his submission to Victor's joke made Klarahel even more concerned, this person defiled the noble bloodline on his body.

Although Klarahel had to succumb to Victor as well, at least he wasn't so lowly, which is why Klarahel looked down on Aberhark.

"Governor Klarahel, I've been wanting to chat with you these days, but you always say you're busy, are you busy counting stars?"

"Because His Majesty likes the ancient books I contributed very much, so I came here to personally select and translate some. After all, many ancient books can only be identified by us who have a long history, deep background, and dignified noble bloodline."

"Oh, I thought Governor Klarahel was afraid I would eat you. It seems you are very cautious this time, not even bringing people. Or is your vault already empty? You can't even afford to hire a few followers. If so, I can lend you some slaves. After all, you are a great aristocrat passed down through generations, you can't lose all face, can you?"

Klarahel's expression was as ugly as it could be. If it weren't for the helmet, his emotions might have been out of control.

"Gentlemen, Lord Dorall invites you."

But a voice interrupted the exchange of words between the two. Seeing the Golden Feather Guard appearing in the archway, both sides closed their mouths, and then each entered from one side.

Passing through the first archway and then through a long corridor, they arrived at the second archway.

"Please, the two governors, go in. All others wait outside the door."

When the Golden Feather Guard spoke, Klarahel hesitated, then asked:

"Is it not possible to bring even one person?"

"Governor Klarahel, please cooperate."

Aberhark turned around and told the people around him, and then entered the archway alone. Klarahel was helpless and could only turn to Mor and say:

"You guys wait outside first."

Led by the Golden Feather Guard, the two governors passed through another corridor and finally arrived at a door, on both sides of which stood not the Golden Feather Guard and the Conspiracy Warriors, but the tall Phoenix Janissaries.

Although they were motionless, the deterrence they emitted was like a substantial blade against the throats of the two, especially the powerful psionic energy, which even raised the surrounding air by several degrees, scorching and unbearable.

Subconsciously, Klarahel compared these mysterious warriors with Gormo's trump card blades, the Nightmares, but he could not distinguish the advantages and disadvantages. At least he personally felt that these warriors might be even more terrifying.

As the door slowly opened, the two governors stepped into the wide hall. A noble figure with a smile and another figure wearing armor stood on the carpet in the middle of the hall. At the end of the carpet was another archway.

"Ah, welcome, my old friends. It has been decades since we parted in Gormo."

Dressed in a golden feather cloak and robe, with a graceful demeanor, Dorall strode to the two, and after they both took off their helmets, shook hands with them one by one.

"I am honored that you personally welcomed me, Aberhark."

Compared to Aberhark's respect, Klarahel appeared more elegant. He gave Dorall a very complex hand salute, which was the etiquette for meetings between nobles in the ancient empire era. Dorall then smiled and returned a hand salute to the other party.

"Brother Klarahel, your demeanor is still the same."

"Alas, I can only protect myself and survive under the tyranny of a lowly slave. How can there be any demeanor? Unlike you, old brother Ardorall, you are now in the limelight. Everyone calls you the Golden Feather Prime Minister, that is glorifying the family, and that is worthy of the noble blood flowing in our bodies. Our family also had several foreign court ministers in the past, but unfortunately, later generations were unable to maintain the glory of their ancestors."

Dorall smiled and waved the golden feather fan in his hand.

"It will be fine! Everything will be fine! The new empire is rising, and the revival of the Eldar is just around the corner!"

Sarin quietly watched all this behind Dorall, but sneered in his heart at the sour smell of the old Gormo nobles. If these people were even a little useful, they wouldn't be completely useless, and finally be seized by Victor and almost be driven to extinction.

"I invited the two of you here this time, firstly to communicate. Everyone has their respective positions in the royal court. We didn't know before, but now that we know, we can cooperate more in the future. Secondly, we can talk about the current situation in Gormo."

Aberhark, who had a young and arrogant face, then said:

"The situation in Gormo is very chaotic now. The collapse caused by the awakening of the God of Death has not completely healed, but the factions of the God of Death's army have already been established. In addition, the ambitions of the Mandella are also expanding. Victor is estimated to be overwhelmed by several aspects, but he is still using his cunning to maintain the balance."

Dorall nodded.

"I know all of this, so now is also the most sensitive time for Victor. Aberhark, you need to control the scale of expansion. Even if he doesn't find out that you are colluding with the royal court, excessive expansion will still arouse his vigilance and even more intense reactions."

Aberhark explained:

"The turbulent situation has mainly increased the demand for arms and weapons, so naturally"

"It can be artificially controlled."

Dorall's voice carried an irrefutable authority.

Then he looked at Klarahel.

"Old brother, on the contrary, your conspiracy needs to be strengthened. The Shadow Nexus can provide you with a voyage and a free commercial district, but you have to ensure that these profits are invested in your warriors and fortresses, rather than your personal squandering. Without a strong strength, the Eternal Kingdom may not be able to survive the storm, let alone play a role."