Chapter 246 Invitation Under the Dark Sun

Morse came to the deck.

Looking forward, countless spider-like glass fibers were fixed to several remote control towers with sharp corners on top, weaving into a huge network in the middle.

A weak and dark sun was confined to the center of the cocoon network by the power beyond the dimension. The huge form that was enough to swallow a corner of this dark city was drowsy in the secondary space, leaving only the cold light that penetrated into the cold upper layer of Gomor through a crack.

The fate of this star is just like an eternal metaphor for the fate of those who fell into Gomor, that is, using its own dying pain to provide the Eternal City with a huge energy that is enough to make it operate, until the last bit of its own strength is exhausted, and then it falls into a completely dark space and is no longer paid attention to.

They approached the captured star, and the black sun suddenly expanded into a huge sphere against the law of vision. In the rolling clouds, the flare twisted back and forth like a snake. Among the stars revolving around Gomo,

"Which tower do you want to hang him on?" Morse asked, "The edge, or near the center?"

Victor was about to answer when his helmsman found the two and consciously ignored Morse's presence: "There is a group of people behind us, Lord Archon. Including a fleet and a group of looters."

Victor glanced at Morse and confirmed that the craftsman was not ready to take action.

"Where is our blade-wing fighter team?" Victor said sternly, waving his hand as if to encompass all enemies in his palm, "And the new natural disaster?"

"Yes, Archon." The helmsman took the order and left.

Not long after, a team of aircraft with blade-like outlines approached their location. Two sets of crushing field missiles and poison crystal cannons were hung under each scimitar-like sharp wing. The black armor of the driver was looming in the crystal-carved window.

The artillery fire from both sides and the vast attack network woven by the vastness flowed like a black river of fire in the surging clouds, and the crackling burning of the black sun itself and the explosions when the man-made aircraft collapsed were intertwined. Under the burning of the heat wave, all forces were accelerating into destruction in the aftermath of the power of the dying star.

"Nice view." Morse said.

"Is this a joke, Morse?" asked the Eldar Archon.

"Do you want it to be?"

Victor did not ask. The power of the Church of the Sun was attracted and dispersed by Conrad Curze. He decided to seize the time. Before the angry church completely turned its attention back to the location of the black sun, the airship quickly approached the tower under the cover of the blade-wing fighter.

These towers are not spires in the traditional sense, but a series of complex and huge ancient structures, composed of thin arched porches, interconnected eaves and sharp towers, reflecting a touch of the afterglow of the ancient Eldar Empire.

Before Victor decided on a specific landing platform, Morse knocked on the deck fence that he was holding with his arms, alerting Victor to the new situation.

A hazy figure stood alone in the center of a wide platform. His tights made of red, yellow and blue squares were divided into multiple broken patterns against the background of the silver fiber that bound the black sun.

Through the visual enhancement device, he could be seen stepping on the beat of the artillery fire, spinning and shaking hands with his imaginary dance partner, and dancing lightly.

"A believer of the laughing god." Victor frowned rarely.

"Looks mentally ill, right?" Morse commented with interest, "It seems that someone in the Midnight Gospel Troupe has received Xi Gaole's revelation again and has to get involved in the chaos of Gomorrah."

The spacecraft made a large arc and turned to the wide platform close to the tower, maintaining suspension after violent turbulence and shaking. The conspiracy warriors and the winged disaster jumped out of the spacecraft respectively to provide multi-dimensional defense for their master.

No one saw how Morse got down from the Raider airship to the surface of the platform. Anyway, when Victor was still descending step by step along the rope ladder, Morse had already appeared in front of the flowery Eldar.

"No one wants to dance with you, troupe leader?" Morse asked. "Also, please speak properly."

The face under the Eldar mask may have stiffened for a moment, but no matter what, he swallowed the first opening remarks as if nothing had happened.

"Hello, our honorary unicorn." Avatar bowed to Morse in the arc of a drama curtain call, and then with a clever flick of his fingers, he took out a brand new ballet invitation from nowhere. This time, both sides of the invitation card were grief and death.

"New rehearsal?" Morse glanced at it, "I'm going to collect the performance fee."

Avatar snapped his fingers, and a string of actors in colorful clothes emerged from the tower, including the Shadow Prophet wearing a black mirror helmet. Ignoring the dozens of guns raised horizontally and the sharp blades hovering above their heads, they silently and lightly slid to Morse and Victor who finally arrived, forming a rainbow-like circle around him.

"You are going to hang a prey on the top of the tower," said the clown on the far left, "Although this is very creative," said the second Eldar in counterclockwise order, "but it's not eye-catching enough." The third person said.

In this order, each Eldar continued the words of the previous one and passed on their proposals until they finished speaking. Due to the particularly skilled cooperation, the whole process did not take too much time-the Blade Wing fighters were still entangled with a group of guardians of the Church of the Sun in the distance.

"By adjusting the cosmic flux controlled by the tower, we can hang the projection of your prey in the center of the black sun. In the rotating dim sunlight, the flag of war will be hung in the center of Gomor. If this reward satisfies you, can we invite you to participate in the next masquerade?"

"When you send invitations to two people at the same time, it's best to clarify who you want to participate." Morse raised an eyebrow.

"Both of you." Avatar walked out from the Pied Eldar, and his actors stepped back gracefully on both sides of the troupe leader. "There is more than one tour, just as there is more than one night of killing."

Morse stared at the smiling mask of the Avatar for a while, and the power of the spell gradually lit up and extinguished on his illusory robes. After a peek, his expression became intriguing.

Some structures or existences of life are not as simple as they seem on the surface. Morse has always known this. But the troupe leader provided him with a more novel example.

"If you still need Bloody Kane, I think Konrad Curze will not refuse after weighing the interests. But I hope to take Perturabo to participate in the subsequent activities. If you are willing to open the stage behind a portal in the webway, then I can participate."

"I will stay in Gomor." Victor said briefly.

"Of course, of course..." Avatar responded softly, "Then, I look forward to the day we meet again in Cordoris, Honorable Monocle."

Victor made a gesture, asking his nightmares and warriors to let the Pied Eldar pass. They stepped on the silent drumbeats and brought out the dying body of the Blood Orcs in the airship.

Soon, a clear phantom of a bloody and broken body was projected into the center of the Black Sun Rift, swaying gently in the dim light of the background. The symbol of the Church of the Sun was completely desecrated. The corpse was like a bloody flag, showing a symbol of deterrence and fear to all witnesses, and implementing the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Eternal City in the most direct way.

Victor looked at the black sun above his head, feeling relieved and worried at the same time. While his infinite desire for status was satisfied, an inevitable uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

With the help of the power that he should not have and could not control at this moment, the world of the Dark Eldar finally fell into a turning point. The decision they made would affect the fate of the entire Underworld and even the wider universe.

Soon, this slight uneasiness turned into a pleasant heartbeat. Asdubal Victor carefully maintained his calmness, solemnly warning himself not to fall into the echo of past corruption, nor to escape from the disaster blindly like his weak cousins ​​- the road he chose for himself was long enough, so long.