Chapter 212 Storm of Destruction: The Harlequin Troupe

Speaking of which, is there really any municipal system in Comoros? What I mean is that a dock at the pier caught fire all night long. The flames lit up half of the sky, but no one came to put out the fire. They just allowed the flames to burn down the entire dock and even spread to several surrounding warehouses.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem strange. After all, Comoros is a place where you may get shot if you go out to buy a late-night snack or just buy a bottle of beer, so there probably is no common fire station or police station here.

This is not to say that there are no maintainers of order. Victor's conspiracy will kill anyone who wants to turn Commorro upside down, or who simply dares to make trouble with the Dark Lord. Idiots, but other than that, the Cabal barely interferes with anything else in Commorragh.

As long as you are not crazy enough to summon demons in the city, release psychic powers, or want to blow up Victor and the upper-class dignitaries, then you can do anything in the city, including killing, shooting, taking drugs, or indulging in pleasure. You can do anything, maybe they call Comoros the City of Freedom for a reason.

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

Naturally, a fire may not be a big deal in the eyes of Comoro residents. As long as the fire does not burn their homes, then who will care and care?

The first mate walked out of the narrow dock alley. The empty warehouses on both sides were lucky not to be 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 still completely collapsed in the fire. Only the bare steel frame was left standing on the roof. All the glass shattered and exploded in the high temperature, and the walls were completely destroyed. It was so charred that even the surrounding steel supports turned pitch black.

In addition to the shipyard, the flames also spread to the surrounding areas. Several surrounding warehouses were burned down, and the collapsed roofs smashed into their interiors. Some steel frames and shed roofs were partially exposed, which made those warehouses look like one after another. Giant trash can.

The first mate's helmet turned left and right, and he walked out of the alleyway holding the long knife with a wide and sharp blade. Steel footsteps walked through the deserted pier. Towering buildings stood around, contrasting with these ruins. He looked so small compared to the first mate, like a little ant crawling across the ground.

He walked to the ruins of the dock. The first mate moved forward and approached an open rolling shutter door. The entrance had been blocked by layers of toppled ruins. Steel horizontal bars blocked the entrance like prison bars.

When the first mate tried to get in and failed, he kicked a corpse lying in front of the door with his toes. It was a corpse that was burnt black and his face could not be seen. He fell to the ground and seemed to have been hit on the head. gun.

The first mate knelt down and looked at the corpse. He lifted the corpse and let it face him. He checked the clothes on the corpse and soon found a silver pendant from its blackened neck. 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 uninvited guests suddenly appearing behind him.

Two figures suddenly fell from the top of the ruins above their heads. Two tall clowns wearing costumes like a theatrical dance troupe landed quietly on the ground.

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

"Harlequin Troupe, what do you want?" the first mate said and stood up slowly, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and slowly pulling the silver blade out of the sheath. He faced the two Harlequins, who were interested in each other. Wearing helmets and masks, we can't see each other's faces clearly.

"Master Visage, we are very happy to meet you. In fact, we have been waiting for you for a long time." The clown wearing a blue clown mask said, his green eyes looking through the holes in the mask.

The first mate was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he raised his long knife and put it on the Harlequin's neck. The sharp blade almost completely fit into the Harlequin'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 Eveleni, you can fool the crew, but you can't fool Joe Gauci's followers." Another clown wearing a yellow mask said, he looked like a circus performer The clowns of the regiment, but when Visage saw the two curved daggers on his waist, he was sure that 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 in front of him who was still holding the scabbard tightly.

"Tell me your intentions, Harlequin, or you will spill blood on the spot." Visage said in a low voice, like the white lion on his shoulder roaring.

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

"We are here to tell you a fact, a fact that you should only know." The blue clown said with a wave of his hand.

"The Efrenie you cherish, the one you secretly love, the Efrenie who prompts you to wear a helmet to hide your identity but also to follow and protect her." The yellow clown walked to his partner and said.

"She will die in the big battle next week, in a thrilling duel." The blue clown said again, and the two sang in harmony.

But Visage didn't appreciate their artistic expression at all. Instead, he suddenly jumped up and pressed the blade against the blue clown's neck. With his other hand, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the yellow clown's head.

He was filled with blazing murderous intent, and the sudden anger looked at them through the eyes of his helmet, but the two clowns were very indifferent. The yellow clown put a hand on his chest and nodded slightly, "We are the messengers. , we will tell you the future that is about to happen, and you cannot change the trajectory of this destiny.”

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

"We cannot shut up, we must implement the future that our Lord has seen." The blue clown said, completely ignoring the blade on his neck, while the yellow clown continued to speak without fear.

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

Visage was silent for a moment, then he put down his blade and gun and nodded while looking at the two clowns in front of him. The two clowns also bowed slightly and walked around Visage respectfully.

"She will die and then be resurrected, and then she will no longer be the Evelyn before." The blue clown's voice came from behind, light and slender, as if coming from the distant void, and another The yellow clown's voice also came from the side.

"She will be pierced, but after death she will not go to the hands of Slaanesh, but to another god, the god of death." He said, Visage frowned and looked at the yellow Harlequin, and he flashed past him Then he said, "You mean Aeneid, the god of death? I have heard of his legend."

"Legend has it that when he awakens he will kill Slaanesh, but at the cost of all the Eldar dying in the same way." "Legends are based on stories, and stories are based on facts, Master, but stories sometimes don't always turn out exactly as they are written. develop."

The blue-masked clown floated behind Visage, like an ethereal and silent ghost. "At that time, Aenead will wake up in a hazy state, but it will not lead to the destruction of our race. He will resurrect Eve." Renee, she will become the voice of death with supreme power, and she will be reborn."

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

The singing duo stopped, and both clowns returned to Visage. They looked at him almost at the same time and said, "And you will take her away with us. Your destiny is connected with her, and you will follow her." , will follow her whether alive or dead."

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

He turned and walked towards the edge of the dock. When he reached the edge of the void, he turned to look at the thing on the dock. He looked at the thing. The ruins that had fallen around it did not destroy it.

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

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