Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 272 The Massacre at the Music Theater Begins

Lin Heng climbed up the stairs and found that the environment on the top floor was so different. In the middle of the huge room was a vast theater.

In the pavilions and towers were various nobles showing their elegance. The noble ladies, dukes and kings of the Dark Eldar were no longer indulging in low-end carnivals like the previous group of vulgar animals.

They always have more elegant hobbies, just like now, they gather in groups of three or five to enjoy delicious food while listening to plays on stage.

The slave kneels on the ground, bends over and raises his arms, and the strings are stretched through his arms to form a human dulcimer. Under the flexible fingers of the dulcimer player in formal attire, an ethereal and melodious music is played.

They are usually used as battlefield sound engineers, just like the guitar guy in "Mad Max". Chess pieces should be able to enhance combat effectiveness.

The pipa made with the lungs, as the air goes in and out, the pitch rises and falls with the gas.

The skull towers rang with a "dong dong dong" sound, big and small, human and Astartes. They were engraved with strange inscriptions, and flickered with a dim light as the bone hammers struck.

The throat violin, the human skin drum, the leg bone flute, and dozens of other unimaginable human instruments form a unique symphony orchestra.

You can see what it is, right? GIFs are not allowed to be uploaded, so I can only give you screenshots.

This group of noble dark elves enjoyed the special joy brought by the royal power. This superior form of entertainment satisfied their vanity. They wandered in the sea of ​​music, peaceful and serene.

Lin Heng held back his surging blood and tried his best not to look at the human corpses. A little impatience can ruin a big plan, and he still had a more important task to complete.

After searching for a while, they found Akarakes standing right in front of the stage. His wrinkled skin showed his age. By the standards of the Dark Eldar, he was indeed an immortal.

It is surrounded by eighteen guardians of nightmares and snake men, facing in all directions to warn anyone approaching.

Lin Heng walked towards them and chose a seat closer, hoping that the modified Lehman Ear could capture the laughter of several people.

"Damn it, where the hell is Sheilalake? I haven't seen her for several days."

"I think you can't satisfy other people's needs, so you have to find someone else to help you, hahahaha."

Comoros scenery

A nightmare came forward and whispered a few words. Akarakais leaned back in his seat, then laughed and cursed at the noble lady beside him. He waved his hand, and the nightmares and snakemen guarding the other side began patrolling.

Lin Heng remained calm, pretending to be attracted by the music, and moved his chair forward.

“Victor spent a huge sum of money to buy the ship from me, which made my conspiracy group even stronger. In fact, he didn’t know that almost everything that could be moved from the ship had been moved away.

All that was left were a few hot tin cans and the psychic who had run off to who knows where. But it didn't matter. A psychic with a low level of energy couldn't cause any big waves, so he just ran away.

It's just that those tin cans were so miserable, falling into the hands of Haemonchi Master Yurun Karas. Hahaha, the pain they have experienced in their lives combined is not even half of this." Akarakes laughed.

"I advise you to be careful. Victor is not a guy who likes to suffer losses. Be careful that he will treat you to some delicious food." The lady with proud curves teased.

Archon's Armor Outfit

Lin Heng frowned, as if his expression was absorbed in the exciting music. He listened to the other party's conversation and realized the seriousness of the problem.

The Minotaurs were probably in danger, and his idea of ​​contacting them might not be possible. Sneak into the Haemolects' territory just to get information? Even if he wanted to die, he couldn't do it this way.

It seems that I can only wait until the other party is exhibited and then go to visit him, but the information I can get may be basically zero...

"Damn it, which bastard didn't want me to reach Terra easily? If I knew, I would let you know what I learned from Black Bean Sprout when I get back!" Lin Heng said fiercely.

"To be honest, compared to those straightforward tin cans, I want to know more about the psychic's situation." said the lady.

"Let Victor worry about it, and let You Run be jealous. I heard that they have secretly collected many psychics. No matter what race they are, they are in urgent need.

The Eldar prophet, the Zerg brain worm, the Orc weirdo, the tin-can think tank, the monkey psyker, anyway, all the guys with psykers were imprisoned, and no one knew what kind of experiments they were doing. "

Akarakais pinched his chin and said.

"Hmph... no matter what it is, as long as it involves psychic energy, it's no good. The situation at Cain's Gate is becoming increasingly unstable, and the nightmare guards stationed there are basically replaced every three days.

And they have to go through brainwashing. Even this group of ruthless executioners with a strong sense of contract can't withstand the infection of the subspace, so it is even more impossible for other warriors to resist it." The lady frowned.

At this time, Lin Heng frowned when he heard this, and then looked at the gloomy sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, worried about the gaze of those evil gods.

...

In the damp and gloomy sky, darkness gradually enveloped the Blood Claw Building. The surrounding buildings all lost their light and merged into the darkness one by one, leaving only the bright spires.

"F*ck, I'm really convinced. I can only listen but not watch, and I'm standing at the door like an idiot. This is not pure, it's going to drive us crazy!"

The guard looked back at the dance floor, which was lit by the light, and cursed. They were upset, wondering how could Sand Wall attack the Blood Claw Conspiracy.

What's more, there are many nobles here, and many consuls who are on good terms with them are also present. Who would dare to confront them?

"*, it's really *unpleasant* to draw a guard, if I were inside I could at least smell the food and watch the exciting scenes...

Damn it, when this is over I will skin a few monkeys, pour sulfuric acid on them and watch them dance, then inject them with stimulants and make them do it once in a bloody mess, until..."

"listen!"

The team leader interrupted the complaints of several people, motioned for everyone to look at the dark street, and reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Boss, are you so nervous?"

The leader turned his head and looked at other streets, and said doubtfully:

"Is it usually this quiet here?"

Several guards were stunned and immediately felt something was strange. They walked onto the street and looked elsewhere.

"Yes, it's quiet, and there's no light at all..."

The guard's words seemed to wake up the leader, and he quickly raised his gun and shouted:

"No, there's a problem! Tongzhi..."

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, before the leader could finish his words, a shadow jumped out of the darkness, and the clanging sound of the hook made him suddenly realize what was going on. But in the blink of an eye, the spikes pierced through the armor and pierced into the flesh. Without any defense, the leader was taken into the darkness and there was no sound.

"*!have.."

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Several shadows passed by quickly, and the guards at the door disappeared. The Eldar reveling in the spire did not notice what was happening here. They were immersed in sad joy and drowned in terrifying torture.

The witch spirit pushed down the conspiracy soldier in front of him, then jumped up and started the joyful grinding behavior.

Looking at the scene of dozens of monkey slaves being torn to pieces by the wreckage in the Colosseum below, she felt more and more excited.

The raging fire needed more fuel, so the surging tide pushed her and squeezed him, forcing them to make more exaggerated movements, seeking more water that was becoming less and less quenching.

Wu Ling, full of interest, reached out her hand directly to the reveler next to her, trying to pull him into the team. She didn't care who he was, she only cared that this behavior could make her feel happier!

"Come on, my mouth is still..."

Wu Ling suddenly realized something. The moment she picked up the object, the touch of it made her a little confused. She then turned her head and saw that the apron in her hand was clearly made of flesh skin.

He looked up tremblingly, and the last memory of the witch spirit was the shadowy creature with disheveled hair, a body as black as ink but with strange dark green runes.

“Puka!”

Mandela swung the ferocious crescent-shaped machete and chopped off the witch spirit's head with a sharp move.

The Kabbalah warrior who was holding the witch spirit and accelerating with his eyes closed suddenly felt something falling on his chest. He didn't know who was pouring wine there. He opened his eyes and saw the ghostly Mandela behind the head with a terrified expression.

“Puka!”

The sound wave was too strong. If it didn't shake, it would knock the Eldar to the ground. The potion was super cool. You had to take it. It would make you drool all over the bed. The Dark Eldar, who were enjoying everything, were unaware of the slaughter happening around them.

Or rather, the slaughter had never stopped since they came in, but what they didn't know this time was that the targets of the slaughter were not slaves, but these unfortunate people.

“Puka!”

...

"That's true. I'm telling you, according to gossip, Victor and the Haemolyx are building some kind of device. I heard that once it's completed, Commorragh will be able to..."

Akarakes's voice became increasingly fainter, causing Lin Heng to hold his breath and listen attentively, without noticing the group of guards getting closer and closer behind him.

Just as everyone was staring at their own target and Akarakes was about to tell the end of the story, the noble lady next to the other party suddenly stood up, holding her chest.

"throat!"

The lights in the theater went out in an instant, and along with it the music from the choir disappeared. Then another dark green light lit up faintly, and along with it came shrill screams.

"Ahhhh!"

"Protect the Archons!"

"It's Mandela! It's Mandela!"

"Lights on! Evacuate! Head to the airship docking area!"

In the noisy environment, Lin Heng blinked his eyes, and the strengthened visual control neural network quickly adapted to the situation in the dark.

In the dark theater, the mandrakes emitting dim green light slowly rose from the feet of the crowd like a thorn in the flesh. Their ghostly figures like will-o'-the-wisp scared the nobles so much that they fled in panic, as if they had seen the fear in their hearts.