Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"I am here, sir."

"Do you regret coming to this godforsaken place with me?"

"The Guardians never regret their duty; it is to protect the Emperor and Terra. And you, Inquisitor, are doing the same thing."

Klaus smiled.

They may not be able to escape.

But he would never let these alien scum get the pleasure they wanted.

He took out a badge without any markings from his pocket.

This is the highest-level self-destruct beacon in the courtroom, connected to a miniature fusion core within his body.

The Imperial Guards understood immediately and switched the energy core of the Guardian Spear to overload mode.

They were prepared to use their last breaths to drag more enemies down with them.

Just as the consul was preparing to enjoy the prey's final struggle, a melodious laugh suddenly rang out in the arena.

"Hehehe... How lively! A grand massacre party, how could we not be invited?"

"You rude guys!"

The sound was elusive, seemingly coming simultaneously from shadows on all sides.

The consul's expression changed instantly.

The dark elf beside him also stopped what he was doing, his smile freezing on his face, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

Two graceful figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the arena.

The one on the left is Salasien Thousand Strings, and the one on the right is Ash Velos.

The two Slaanesh demons have been causing trouble in Comoros for months.

Using the clones that Lawson had previously left in various parts of the Dark City as anchor points in reality, they can quickly move between multiple pre-set nodes.

Victor made several attempts to encircle them, but they would often move to a different location before he could complete his troop assembly.

They practically treated the Dark City like a buffet.

Today they swallow up a slave camp, tomorrow they appear in some governor's private garden.

Victor's army was in a state of chaos, but they still couldn't capture them.

Now, they've appeared here.

The roles of hunter and prey are instantly reversed.

The Dark Eldar who besieged the Inquisitors and the Imperial Guard were merely there to hunt down the two human Empires.

They were mostly carrying light fragmentation rifles and poison crystal weapons, lacking heavy dark light weapons and specialized containment equipment sufficient to deal with two high-level demons.

"Oh?"

Qianxian covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at the pale-faced Dark Spirits with amusement.

"Look at these poor little creatures, they're all so scared their faces have turned white."

The governor, feigning composure, shouted sternly, "Warspace bitches! This is Comoros! Not your palace of pleasure! Get back here!"

Ash tilted her head and gave an innocent smile.

"We haven't eaten yet, how can we leave?"

Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared.

The next moment, she appeared behind the governor, her slender fingers gently resting on his shoulder.

The governor's hair stood on end.

He didn't even see how the other person moved.

"take it easy."

Ash whispered in his ear like a lover, "I'm just... a little hungry."

She parted her red lips and gently inhaled at the back of the consul's neck.

The consul's body convulsed violently.

The soul, like a punctured balloon, screamed as Ash sucked it out of the body and devoured it completely.

A corpse, seemingly weathered for a thousand years, rolled off the stands and landed on the sand.

"The taste is so-so."

Ash licked his lips, still wanting more.

This scene became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"It's the Keeper of the Secret! Run!"

"They will devour our souls!"

Inside the arena, the Dark Eldar rushed desperately toward the only exit, wanting to escape before their companions.

"Where do you want to run?"

Qianxian giggled and opened her arms.

The Dark Eldar who were running stopped in their tracks, their eyes becoming confused.

They wore eerie smiles, as if they were witnessing the most beautiful illusion in the world.

Then she turned around and walked towards Qianxian, like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Come on, my little snacks."

Qianxian murmured happily, "Give me all your fears, pain, and despair."

Ash's figure flickered in the crowd.

She disliked Qianxian's "affected" way of eating and preferred the fear her prey felt when watching their soul being drained while fully conscious.

Qianxian acts like a conductor, manipulating the bewitched dark spirits to kill each other.

Wait until their souls are burning brightest from sensory stimulation, then swallow them whole.

A few minutes later, not a single Dark Eldar member remained standing in the arena.

All that remained were dried corpses scattered on the ground, and two Slaanesh demons who seemed unsatisfied.

Ash and Qianxian finally looked at the two remaining living people in the arena.

"oops……"

Qianxian swayed her waist, which was enough to make mortals fall instantly, and walked over step by step.

Her gaze lingered on Nafradaran's golden armor.

"Look who this is? The Emperor's golden statue, it's so beautiful."

She licked her lips: "We saved your lives, aren't you going to thank us properly?"

Nafradaran's Guardian Spear was firmly aimed at Qianxian's chest.

"Demon! Die!"

"Giggle..."

Qianxian was amused by his alarmed expression.

She deliberately puffed out her chest, letting the spear tip almost touch her skin.

"How unromantic! She's your savior, and this is how you treat the beautiful woman who saved you?"

Meanwhile, Ash appeared silently behind Klaus.

Nafradaran noticed her movement almost simultaneously.

The Guardian's Spear suddenly veered off course, but Ash had already pressed herself against Kraul's back.

She wrapped her arms around the old judge's neck from behind.

"Old man, your body isn't doing so well anymore..."

She buried her face in the crook of Clown's neck and took a deep breath.

"Your soul is filled with resentment, anger, and weariness... well, like a glass of aged bitter wine, it should smell good."

Klaus's body was as stiff as iron.

He still held the detonator of his high-energy destructive device firmly in his hand.

Nafradaran has also pushed the Guardian Spear's power system to dangerous output, and the thermal blasting device at his feet is also in a state where it can be detonated at any time.

Just as the two were about to fight to the death, Ash suddenly let go of their hands.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

She took a step back, stretched, and her perfect curves were revealed under her close-fitting clothes: "If it weren't for the master's order, we wouldn't have bothered to save those two smelly old human men."

Klaus and Nafradaran were both stunned.

"Who is your master?" Clown asked hoarsely.

Qianxian proudly puffed out her chest, and the dark gold living metal collar around her neck shimmered faintly in the dim light of the arena.

"If I told you, you'd be scared to death!"

She said smugly, "It's your human empire's famous Marker, Lord Lawson!"

This answer shocked the two of them even more than the massacre they had just witnessed.

How can this be? !

"Stop talking nonsense."

Ash impatiently interrupted Qianxian's boasting, "Victor's lackeys are almost here. Are you coming or not? If not, stay here and be caught by those bean sprouts and slowly tortured to death."

Klaus and Nafradalan exchanged a glance.

They had no choice.

They must survive and bring the truth back to Terra.