Chapter 205 Storm of Destruction: Commorro Social
Comoro's party is a competition of beauty. You know, the leaders of the conspiracy, the old nobles who have joined the new order, the members of the Haemonculus and the Cain priests of the Witch Spirit Fighting Cult, or an ordinary plundering fleet boss, all wore the most luxurious, high-profile and eye-catching clothes and accessories to attend the event.
This is Comoro. If you want to prove your status, power and authority, you need to be direct. There is no popular "stream of consciousness" expression here. Everyone is very direct, and everyone will show their authority in the most eye-catching and exaggerated way.
So on the stairs outside the banquet hall, all these Comoro elites appeared in full bloom. They wore the most luxurious and eye-catching clothes, appeared with the most beautiful female or male companions, and luxurious hovercrafts and transportation tools appeared at the end of the stairs from time to time, and new dignitaries walked out of them.
They asked each other about their well-being on the stairs, but everyone knew that it was all lies. Please, this is Comoro, and the only thing everyone thinks about is how to stab each other.
But soon, a rapid roar of the engine interrupted their laughter. Everyone turned their heads to look at the floating sports car coming from a distance. The fast floating sports car braked suddenly and stopped at the end of the stairs, even frightening the reception attendant to fall on the stone bricks of the stairs.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the sports car that might be slightly insufficient to describe as luxurious. The car was like a silver droplet suspended in the air, made of a stunning fluid structure. The flawless and absolutely smooth surface reflected the surrounding halo. Red smoke filled the bottom of the floating car, like an illusory dream, and in the red smoke, the car door folded upwards and opened.
Victor got out of the sports car. He was wearing a non-sophisticated Eldar suit. The black straight clothes were covered with metal armor plates, and the long chain hung down to his arm. Everyone looked at the Dark Lord, the master of Comoro, who walked past the high-profile luxury car, opened the passenger door and politely helped a beautiful lady down.
The black-haired lady with her hair like a crown got out of the sports car. Her strappy high heels stepped on the ground, illuminated by the red halo at the end of the car body. The unique black long skirt looked so fantastic and deep under the illumination of various colors of light around.
Victor took her up the stairs, and all the visitors who were chatting moved to the sides. They made way for the Dark Lord and his female companion. Vito looked at these guys who pretended to be humble with a joking look.
"Tell me, Melissa, if you grew up with Vito, would it be against the ethical standards of the human world for him to sleep with you? Although it's nothing in Comoro."
Victor suddenly asked, the question was so sudden and jumpy that Vito was confused for a moment. He turned his head to look at Victor and quickly reacted.
Vito smiled jokingly and touched the gorgeous phoenix hilt on his waist. The ancient Eldar sword was gleaming under the light of the banquet hall, and the golden phoenix feathers were shining with shining light.
"Maybe, but you know, Vito's way of thinking is a little different." Vito smiled awkwardly. It was really strange to criticize himself, but there was no other way. It could only be like this.
Victor laughed and hugged Vito's waist to greet a noble lady on the side. Vito could clearly see the dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.
"It seems that my old friend is still full of energy, very good." Victor said with a smile, and Vito also nodded and smiled to the guests around him.
Although he had never touched Iyangna, he was not so immoral, and although Iyangna had never called him "Dad" and had never even called him brother, and generally called him an old idiot and an old asshole, he raised the girl by himself after all. For Vito, Iyangna was his daughter, a daughter without blood relationship.
Besides, Vito was almost certain that if he dared to do that, Iyanna would definitely shoot him, or shoot him down. After all, he clearly remembered that Iyanna had done this kind of thing. If he remembered correctly, it was an undercover mission?
That was also a banquet. A stupid noble boy from the Empire came to chat with her. While Vito was busy collecting information, he tricked Iyanna into the kitchen to prepare for a "thrilling" encounter. But in the end, he was found stuffed in a jar full of herrings after the banquet, and he had a bruise on his eye.
That smell was too strong. It was estimated that the boy had been socially dead for a while, so yes, Vito had never touched Iyanna, and you can put away those exciting ideas.
Victor walked to the top of the stairs. He smiled and looked at the "Flesh Master" Uryen Lakas who was chatting with the other Haemonculi by the door.
"Hello, Wrynn. I didn't expect you to come out of your cave." Victor said with a smile. The Haemonculus looked over. He was wearing a breathing mask on his face, and his deep and thin breaths kept echoing inside and outside the breathing valve.
The Haemonculus Master had multiple extra limbs all over his body. His shriveled body was wearing a strange armor with many holes, which allowed the extra arms to stretch out.
The long gray cloak was dusty, and it didn't look like it had been carefully taken care of because he was going to the banquet, but it was not too much of an eyesore compared to the limbs behind him. After all, those limbs were almost not humanoid at all, and most of them were not humanoid at all. They have all undergone mechanized transformations to varying degrees, and are quite similar to the Mechanicus.
Cutting knives, syringes and bone fragments filled those arms. It was an entire body part built purely for torture and horrific transformation. Even Wrynn's own fingers were replaced with syringes and scalpel blades.
"Hello, Victor, it seems that you have changed to another woman. How long will this last?" Wrynn said in a low and hoarse voice. He watched Vito increase his appetite. "If you get tired of playing with her, I will Would love to buy her for new work, she performs very impressively in the arena. ”
Vito looked at Wrynn with a mocking smile, clasped the end of the sword hilt with his fingers, and gently pulled out the sharp long sword, "Then you'd better do it before I remove your eight arms, but I will Try your best to make sure it’s neat when cutting, so that you won’t be so “unsightly”.”
The Haemonculus master looked at Vito, and his colleagues also looked over. Vito looked at each other without showing any signs of weakness. This was not common. There was a consensus in Commorro that no one should provoke the Haemonculus under any circumstances.
But obviously, Vito openly defied this consensus. Wrynn narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Vito. Victor on the other side laughed and hugged Vito's waist, "She is very exciting, isn't she? So give up this idea, Wu Ryan, I will send you another "material", maybe it has arrived in your magic cave."
Ah, it turns out that the fate of that guy last night was like this, well, it was indeed as Victor said, he couldn't die, but he would endure a long and eternal torture.
"I believe you will make more new works. Remember to check with me first. I like the creatures you have transformed. It will be very interesting to throw them into my private "animal pen"."
Victor smiled, and Wrynn nodded silently, then looked at Vito with his hands behind his back, "I am looking forward to your performance. If you die, I will resurrect you."
"Thank you very much." Vito said with a smile, and then he was held by Victor around the waist and walked past Wrynn. The Haemonculus master turned to look at them, and then returned to the Haemonculus colleagues by the door. .
"Animal pen? What is that?" Vito asked, and Victor laughed and hugged his shoulders tightly. "I built a private arena under the palace, and I will throw my political opponents into it. , if they win, let them go.”
"How many people walked out?" Vito asked leaning on his chest with a joking smile on his face, although he still knew the answer.
"Zero." Victor said with a smile. "Maybe after tonight I will throw a few in and see if I can break the record. For now."
Victor walked into the door hanging under the three flags symbolizing the conspiracy, the Cain sect and the Haemonculi secret meeting, and walked into the banquet hall.
Victor pulled out his gun, pointed it at the ceiling, and fired casually. The huge gunshot instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. He announced his arrival in such an exaggerated and outrageous way, and everyone looked at the door. of two people.
"Welcome everyone, welcome to today's banquet, I believe everyone will have a great time!" He said with a smile, swinging the gun in his hand and looking at Vito beside him.
"Welcome to the real Comoros."