What appeared in front of Veronica was a scene that was a mixture of nightmare and twisted art.
At first glance, this place looks like a garden. There is a large pit nearly a hundred meters deep in the center of the garden. A golden fountain is spewing scarlet liquid around, and below are many floating corpses undulating in it.
The drowned humans and aliens all looked up at her, as if they were being lifted up by the churning waves of the invisible ocean, with a long string of barbed copper chains tied around their throats, keeping them just below the surface of the water.
The abyss extending from the chain was pitch black and unfathomable. The dead stared at Veronica with bulging eyes, and every life froze in the final scream of fear and despair.
Surrounding the entire garden are patches of thorn bushes, with thorny tendrils surrounding the chests of many humanoid creatures, pulling their arms to their sides in a cross shape.
The black tendrils gripped the flesh tightly, oozing juices and smelling of spices.
Despite this, they are neither living creatures nor machines, but something completely different.
What is at work here is a synthetic hybrid creature, someone or something created them.
Veronica looked around. In addition to thorn bushes, there were many weird "trees", or things similar to trees, in the garden.
Various forms were hanging sparsely around the tree. She saw Astartes, greenskins, and even Tyranids.
The same tendrils hung from the darkness above them like diseased tree roots, and the hypnotized warriors squirmed and twitched, bladed IVs filling their skulls and throats, pouring chemical cocktails into their veins,
His coma.
There were probably more than thirty of these weird trees. Veronica focused her attention on those Astartes and found that their skin was painted with fancy and twisted colors. Each one showed different degrees of worship and worship of the Chaos Evil God.
Pious.
There is no doubt that everyone here is a Chaos Space Marine, so Veronica withdrew her sight.
"Comoros..."
After realizing where she was, Veronica lowered her head and thought for a while.
Who brought him here?
What's the purpose?
Before she could think of any results, a charming laugh interrupted her.
"Do you like my garden?"
The voice was like the hissing of a snake, dripping with venom, yet solemn and affectionate.
For Veronica, this is a simple Eldar language with a strange accent, perhaps the so-called "Snake Language".
Although this is different from the Ada language commonly used by the Ark Eldar, it does not impair their fluent conversation at all.
"Do you think I'll like it?"
"I guess so."
The sound was like a razor wrapped in thin silk, a voice asking for help from pain.
Then, the person who made the voice walked in surrounded by a group of witch spirits. These witch spirits were all dressed in black lace dresses, with cold and deadly beauty. Among them was Yi who knocked out Veronica.
Freni.
Their master, on the other hand, stood on a suspended base composed of black bones and black crystals.
She is like a phantom among the poisonous black thorns. Her pale body never seems to appreciate the nourishing light of the sun. Her smoky eyes are full of cunning and vicious wisdom, but she exudes a sultry charm all the time.
meaning.
Even though Veronica is full of disgust for these degenerate people, she has to admit that she has a stunning appearance. Her dark purple hair is intertwined with crimson dyed fabric, and is surrounded by a crystal ring that is as dark as the base she stands on.
Tie them together to form a long ponytail that reaches your waist.
And her surprisingly tall and slender body was wrapped in a clear-cut armor-style evening gown. The armor on her torso was printed with exquisite and abominable patterns, and it flowed and twisted on the black armor surface, while the fluffy shoulders and shoulders were
There are exquisite laces on the cuffs of the bundle and the skirt that covers the boots.
Under the snow-white neck is a piece of bare pale skin, with a fist-sized black gem pendant hanging on it. The gem is pierced by three broken bones and carved from spiritual bones. The edges are as white as snow, but the center is as dark as
ink.
Every move she made was unusually elegant and proud. She showed a charming smile while gently fanning the fan with a razor in her right hand.
An androgynous slave wearing a metal mask on its head and in chains, whose race Veronica could not identify, was crouched on her pedestal. It held a slender pipe in its dirty paws and held it.
Lift one end to her mouth.
Before the other person spoke again, he took a puff from the cigarette holder, and then exhaled a cloud of fragrant mist.
"Very few people can come to my private garden. Although those who have seen it think it is a bit...exaggerated, but how can life be without some art?"
"Sorry, I can't appreciate your art."
Veronica frowned.
"Why don't you just explain your purpose directly?"
Suddenly, the air was filled with the low scream of the anti-gravity engine. Veronica raised her head and saw a group of Dark Eldar wearing spiked armor whizzing past her head, tearing at the ceiling with prismatic blades.
air, brandishing hooked spears and serrated daggers.
"Don't pay attention to them, just deal with some minor troubles."
As the elegant female noble spoke, she raised an arm and threw back the shoulder covered with a cloak made of dark fur and skin.
"Although these troubles are all caused by you."
Veronica looked at the other party, she could feel the sluggish heartbeats of the sluggish hearts of the conspiracy warriors in the sky, and the sweet and greasy black breath almost completely penetrated into their bone marrow.
These sick fellows are completely beyond redemption.
"What is your purpose in bringing me here? My compatriots will not sit idly by."
"Your compatriots?"
The female noble's laughter was like a jagged blade scraping across the glass.
"Aren't we your compatriots? That sounds really hurtful."
"When will you see us as compatriots?"
The female noble of Comoros looked at Veronica, as if trying to figure out something, and then smiled and said:
"Ah, by the way, your mentor must often tell you about our sins... and our depravity."
She walked down from the suspended high platform, holding her slave like a puppy. When she came to Veronica, she suddenly stretched out her hand and stroked her delicate cheek with her thin fingertips:
"But he never told you that if all of us become wanderers who abandon our homes, then the once glorious race of Ada will soon be annihilated in the galaxy. Our history, our culture, our
All blood will dissipate in the displacement... The Great Fall destroyed our home in the material world. If we abandon our home in the Webway again, then guess whether you wanderers can still use it as safely as you do now.
What about the Webway? We held on to the last home of our race and bore the most terrible curse for it, but you only think this is corruption?"
Veronica stared into the other person's amber eyes, then raised her finger and pointed at the slave lying on the ground behind her.
"Including these?"
The female noble sneered and retracted her hand, and then used her fingers to scratch the slave's head, making a deep gash in his flesh.
"Isn't he a cute little guy? He's not completely useless to us either."