Warhammer Inquisitor

Speaking of which, is there really any municipality in the Comoros? I mean, a shipyard at the pier was on fire all night. The soaring fire lit up half of the sky, but no one came to put out the fire. They just let the flames burn down the entire shipyard, and even spread to several surrounding warehouses.

But when you think about it, it doesn’t seem surprising. After all, Comoro is a place where you might get shot if you go out to buy a late-night snack or simply buy a bottle of beer. Therefore, there is probably no common sense fire station or police station here.

This is not to say that there are no maintainers of order. The conspiracy under Victor will kill anyone who wants to turn Comoro upside down, or who dares to make trouble with the Dark Lord. Idiot, but other than that, the Cabal barely interferes with the Comoros.

As long as you are not out of your mind to summon demons in the city, release psychic energy, or want to blow up Victor and the upper class, then you can do anything in the city, such as killing people, shooting, taking drugs, and having fun Anything goes, and they probably have a reason to call Comoros the City of Liberty.

Although this kind of freedom seems a bit too "free", but since the end of the Eldar Empire, the Eldar society has been like this, with endless desires, chaos and crazy indulgence. Imagine what it would be like if thousands of Comoros existed, You know the answer, Slaanesh was born, and the Eldar themselves drowned in their orgies.

Naturally, a fire may not be a big deal in the eyes of Comoros residents. As long as the fire does not burn their own homes, who cares and cares?

The first officer walked out of the narrow pier alley. The empty warehouses on both sides were fortunately not burned down, but some other warehouses were not so lucky.

He leaned at the end of the alley and looked at the dock not far ahead. The entire dock was still completely collapsed in the fire, and only the bare steel frame stood on the roof. All the glass shattered and exploded in the high temperature, and the walls were completely destroyed. It was scorched black, and even the surrounding steel support frames turned pitch black.

In addition to the shipyard, the flames also spread to the surroundings. Several surrounding warehouses were burned, and the collapsed roofs smashed into the interior. Some steel frames and shed roofs were partially exposed, which made those warehouses look like one by one. Giant trash can.

The first mate's helmet turned left and right, and he walked out of the alleyway with the broad and sharp long knife. Steel footsteps walked across the empty pier, and towering buildings towered around the ruins. It looks so small than the first mate, like a little ant crawling across the ground.

He walked to the edge of the ruins of the dock, and the first officer approached an open shutter door. The entrance had been blocked by layers of toppled ruins, and steel horizontal bars blocked the entrance like the bars of a prison.

When the first mate tried to get in but failed, he kicked a corpse lying in front of the door with his toes. It was a corpse that was so charred that he couldn't see his face clearly. gun.

The first mate squatted down to look at the corpse, he raised the corpse to face him on his back, checked the clothing on the corpse, and soon found a silver pendant on its scorched neck, he Pull it out slowly and look at the main body of the pendant lying in your palm.

He knew his identity now, Lafayette, the first mate looked at the dead traitor without saying a word, not because he didn't feel anything about it, but because he noticed the two unexpected guests who suddenly appeared behind him.

Two figures suddenly fell from the top of the ruins above their heads, and two tall clowns in costumes like a theater troupe fell silently to the ground.

"You don't need to worry, master, all the pirates here are gone." "Some of them died in the sea of ​​fire, and some died by my hands." The two spoke alternately, like two twins.

"The Harlequin troupe, what are your plans?" The first mate stood up slowly as he spoke, grasping the hilt of his sword and slowly pulling the silver blade out of the sheath. He faced the two clowns, who looked at each other Wearing a helmet and a mask, you can't see the opponent's face clearly.

"Master Visage, we are very pleased to meet you, in fact we have been waiting for you for a long time." said the clown wearing a blue clown mask, his green eyes watching from the hole in the mask.

The first mate was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised a long knife and pointed it at the clown's neck, the sharp blade was almost completely attached to the clown's throat, just a slight push forward could kill him on the spot, "You guys How do you know my identity?"

"You may be able to fool Evelyn, and the crew, but you can't fool Gorgucci's followers." Another clown in a yellow mask said, he looked like a circus The clowns of the regiment, but when Visage saw the two curved daggers at his waist, he was sure they were not that kind of clowns.

"My lord knows everything, my lord is omnipotent." The yellow masked clown said, Visage looked at him, then turned to look at the blue masked clown still holding the scabbard tightly.

"Tell me your intentions, buffoon, or you will splatter the blood on the spot." Visage said in a low voice, like the roar of the white lion on his shoulders.

The blue-masked clown smiled softly. He nodded slightly to indicate that Visage could put down his weapon, and he would tell him. As he wished, Visage put down the blade, but he still held the scabbard tightly and was ready to use it at any time. His head fell off in an instant, without even blinking.

"We're here to tell you a fact, and a fact you should only know." The blue clown said, waving his hand.

"Your cherished Evelyn, whom you have a crush on silently, who prompted you to wear a helmet to hide your identity and follow and protect Evelyn." The yellow clown walked to his partner and said.

"She's going to die next week in the brawl, in a bloody duel," the blue harlequin said again, and the two sang in unison.

But Visage didn't appreciate their extremely rich and artistic expressions at all. Instead, he suddenly jumped up and pressed the blade firmly on the neck of the blue clown, and drew out his gun with the other hand and pointed it at the head of the yellow clown.

There was a raging killing intent on his body, and the violent anger looked at them through the eyes of the helmet, but the two clowns were very indifferent. The yellow clown put a hand on his chest and nodded slightly, "We are the Heralds , we will tell you the future that is about to happen, and you cannot change the trajectory of this destiny."

"She must die, and you can't stop fate from happening." The yellow clown said, Visage pulled the trigger and glared at him. "If I were you, I would choose to shut up, clown."

"We can't shut up, we must practice the future that our Lord sees." The blue clown said, ignoring the blade on his neck, while the yellow clown continued to speak fearlessly.

"We are here to tell you the path of fate, because you also have a place in it, are you willing to listen to the whispers of fate? Master Visage." The yellow clown looked at Visage through the mask, then The blue eyes look like a jewel set in the mask.

Visage was silent for a moment, then put down the blade and muzzle, looked at the two clowns in front of him and nodded, and the two clowns bowed respectfully and walked around Visage.

"She will die and then be resurrected. At that time, she will no longer be the Evelyn before." The voice of the blue harlequin came from behind, light and slender, as if it came from the distant void, while another The voice of the side yellow clown also came.

"She will be impaled, but after she dies, she will not go to Slaanesh, but to another god, Death." As he said, Visage frowned and looked at the yellow clown. And then, "You mean the god of death Iniyed? I've heard the legend about him."

"Legends kill Slaanesh when he awakens, but at the cost of all Eldar dying, the same way." "Legends are based on stories, and stories are based on facts, master, but stories are sometimes not quite as written develop."

The blue-masked Harlequin floated behind Visage, like an illusory and silent ghost, "At that time, Aeneyed will wake up dimly, but it will not lead to the destruction of my family. He will resurrect Eve Renee, at that time, she will become the spokesperson of death with supreme power, and she will be reborn."

"Her recovery will lead to chaos, and in the chaos she will leave Comoro. Her destiny is not here." "And then we, the Harlequin Troupe, will assist her to leave, and you, Master Visage."

The duo stopped, and the two clowns returned to Visage, looked at him almost at the same time and said, "And you, will take her away with us, your fate is connected with her, you will follow her , will follow her regardless of life or death."

"This is your destiny, your path, and your end." Two voices said in unison, and Visage looked at the two clowns in front of him. They just said a lot of content that exploded with information. Even he couldn't understand it in a short time, but Visage knew that Ifrene needed his help, and that was enough.

He turned and walked towards the edge of the dock, walked to the edge of the void and turned his head to look at the thing on the mooring position. He looked at the thing, and the fallen ruins around it did not destroy it.

"If we need to save her, then we need a big guy, this big guy."

The two clowns came up, stood behind Savage and looked at the big guy together. It was a huge ship suspended in the void, a huge dragon ship with silver sails.