Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

If we exclude the multi-limbed insects and poisonous microorganisms that lurk in the dark corners of the banquet hall and have not been completely eliminated, Morse was actually the first one to arrive at the banquet hall.

After some friendly discussions with the nascent performing group, which had just decided on a name for the troupe, Morse agreed to fill a vacant seat in the show—indeed, he found it rather entertaining. Quite high.

He hid his figure in the alcove above the seat of the host of the banquet, waiting for the guests to fill the room. However, the Primarch who suddenly entered the hall, dressed like an Eldar who couldn't wear serious clothes, made him unavoidable. Startled.

In the whispers coming from below, Morse heard a name being passed around the party along with an honorific.

Gorewarden Konrad Curze, this strange title and the pale and flawless cold face of the original body impressed him deeply, and his involvement with the Eldar was so deep that the craftsman tapped his chin with his fingertips. , thinking about what the emperor would say when he saw this wonderful scene in person, with his noble tongue that could not utter three human words.

If the appearance of Conrad Coates only surprised Morse, then the appearance of the steel doll made Morse somewhat dumbfounded: after all, this was the first time he had such a good opportunity, watching the metal bone of the jaw leak. His big bones could not hold his mouth when facing a table of food and wine.

As for the small worry that only broke out for a moment, because its existence is too short, it is only worthy of an understatement. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

The troupe leader Avatar has made it clear that there are three seats vacant in this performance, each corresponding to the three important roles in the myth that they will perform. While Morse smoothly matched the seats with the participants one by one, his subtle complaints about this group of mysterious prophets who hid behind bone-white masks and followed the guidance of the so-called West Gaule also slowly increased.

"The actors are in place, blood relatives," the Avatar said cheerfully, walking gracefully and playfully circling the two extraordinary giants who were looking at each other, looking up at the shock and disturbing observation they stared at each other. "Music, dance, singing, the troupe will provide everything else. I hope that all the blood relatives will not interrupt this rare performance rashly. Our control of the power of the performance is not subtle enough, and it may be difficult to restrain it in time... "

The host's fingers gently caressed the spiked edge of the seat, and the attendants beside him immediately observed this detail.

The shadow covering the face also conceals the fear of the slave, who plays a role that must be played: "The bold intruder! Not only disturbs the interest of our banquet, but also embarrasses our distinguished guests..."

Like a shard of light, a card traveled across the hall and nailed the slave's neck, causing a fatal injury. Avatar turned his back to the host, and the smile painted on the mask strangely strengthened his attitude.

The host's metal-covered fingers turned to a light tap, and the uncared-for deceased was taken away. The superior said: "I don't mind if you all perform for our feast, but other than that, your sudden arrival will make your performance without any guarantee. Make your preparations, troupe."

"Midnight Gospel," Avatar said softly, her tone far different from the maniacal laughter on the mask, "This is the name of our troupe, blood relatives."

He suddenly raised his hands, his body trembling with excitement: "The gospel will be declared here, and we will bring a song that is the legacy of the past, the disasters of today, and the foreword of the end of the world. This song is called "The Great Fall"!"

Around him, one after another, dexterous and slender figures wearing various masks of sadness and joy appeared from the sky and the shadows like magic tricks. Like phantoms, they surrounded the two people in the sudden organ music. The famous Primarch danced.

The eccentric charm and indescribable elegance propelled the dancers in the opening scene to rotate alternately in the banquet hall. The complex dance steps were full of unexpected trajectories and unpredictable agility, and their whole bodies were different from those in the venue. The main colors are gorgeous and colorful, creating a dreamy narrative with inverted light and shadow. Even though most of the Eldar present are cold-blooded people who are steeped in dirty conspiracies, their eyes are drawn away by the opening dance of the colorful dancers.

When the dance ended, Morse, who was waiting to take the stage, idly took the lead in creating a round of applause from above. The role he has to play is quite backward.

As expected, this move brought applause from the entire banquet hall.

Avatar appeared again in crimson smoke - it was only then that people discovered that the troupe leader had disappeared in Taichung. The Eldar bent down and bowed, and in his hand was a thin sword with carved patterns. Behind the mask, the chant of the Laughing Man has begun.

"The rising sun is rising, and our tribe follows the gods to rise..."

"Asuryan and his lover Hea, the wise Hawke and the mocking Xigole, the girl Lilith and the bloody-handed Kane..."

A beam of scarlet light suddenly shone on the leather cloak worn by Conrad Coze. The Blood Marquis looked at his bright red palms that were illuminated by the light and revealed the outline of his bones, and suddenly a burst of wild laughter broke out in his mouth. He entered the drama, and his understanding of the Eldar mythology made his eyes naturally fall on the mechanical surface opposite.

Although there was no evidence, he somehow confirmed that the machine was not a mechanical creation, but contained the soul of Perturabo himself.

"This is the best first encounter, my friend." Curze lowered his soft and silky tone to a hoarse growl, in keeping with his role as the bloody god of war of the Eldar. "The wheels of the chariot are rolling towards us, our destiny starts from this moment!"

As soon as Bloodhand Kane finished speaking, the drum beat immediately accelerated, and the magnificent wind instruments supported the rich composition.

"There is also the forging Val, the haggard Molay Hagrid, and the source of our birth, the life of Isha and the hunting god Kunos..."

"Forged Val?" Perturabo smiled and responded to Konrad Curze's direct gaze. The surprise of meeting a blood relative was hidden under his metal facial frame.

He was not a dull man, and despite a hundred confusions and a thousand incomprehensions, he still recognized that the person opposite him was also a Primarch, a brother.

And since this primarch chose to participate in the show, Perturabo didn't mind cooperating - when he came here, his original plan was to improvise.

"Yes, my friend. What a wonderful acquaintance this is." Perturabo took out a small forging hammer from his backpack. "How can I help you?"

Konrad Coze stepped forward, regardless of the characteristics of his iron body, and pressed his pale fingers on the blacksmith's neck. Perturabo stood still, waiting for the drama to progress.

"A thousand swords of the gods," Bloodhand Kane laughed endlessly, "in exchange for life and hunting! My friend, my blood relative, let me see your mind! You dare to deceive me and use the mortal sword If the blade is mixed into it, I will drink your blood and dig out your heart to make up for my hatred of being deceived!"

Note: The Midnight Gospel is one of my favorite animations.

Also note: There are quite a few translated versions of the names of the Eldar gods. This is the version I use based on memory and preference.

Note: The lyrics of The Great Fall refer to the version of "The Masque of Vyle"