Chapter 567: The Survivors of Gemo

"Sir." The voice was filled with fear, respect and obedience. "We have obtained the map. The situation here is becoming more and more complicated. According to reports from ground forces, they found that there are more than 4,000 Space Marines parked in the orbit of Saint Kodegas."

"It is not important. What is important is that we have obtained the map. Bring it to me now."

"Yes, sir."

It is rare to see the Archon of the Conspiracy so nervous. He urged his men to push the coffin into the open rift.

Before the rift closed, a rune symbolizing the Black Muse was spit out. The Dark Eldars present were overjoyed. They knelt in front of the rune like crazy and cut their throats with daggers.

The blood was absorbed by the rune, and the Dark Eldars quickly withered. But when the rune was full of blood, thick black mist was spit out from the rune, pouring into the huge wound on the neck, filling the shriveled flesh of the Dark Eldars.

The sense of satisfaction rose from the depths of the soul. This stimulation was tens of thousands of times stronger than any hallucinogenic drug produced by Gomor. Even the archons of the conspiracy group would go crazy for such excitement.

The coffin passed through the crack and fell onto another ship. The interior of this ship is very interesting, and every detail fully demonstrates the luxury and splendor of the Ancient Eldar Empire. Although the Dark Eldar inherited some traditions of the Ancient Eldar Empire, the artworks they created seemed so pale and powerless in front of the interior of this ship.

The Nightmare Guards stood in front of the coffin. Their armor was also very different from that when they were working in Gomo. They were engraved with runes shining with purple and black light. The whole person looked like a clay figure with fine textures burned and cracked.

Footsteps came, and all the nightmares knelt down to their real master-the real God of the Black Muse, the Lord of Conspiracy, Victor.

Victor has lost his physical body. His body is completely made of shadows. There are bursts of purple light flashing inside his body, and the runes of the Black Muse are shining on Victor's head.

"Finally, all the puzzles are solved. This is our reward."

The coffin was easily torn open, revealing the items placed inside. There was no corpse inside, only a stone statue.

Victor held the statue as if he had found a treasure. He held the statue with his claws and scraped off the stone on the surface. In the broken powder of the statue, Victor found a golden hard plate.

Carefully pinching the golden hard plate, Victor stretched and flattened it like kneading dough. A conceptual plane appeared in front of Victor.

Without thickness, without mass, and not swallowed and compressed by higher-dimensional space, it just stood abruptly and isolated in front of Victor.

"Oh! Oh! Great!" Victor shouted in surprise, urging the Blood Pity Man to come to him as soon as possible to conduct experiments.

"My lord, I brought the things."

In the middle of this luxurious bridge, a huge creeping meat mountain appeared, and the degree of distortion made the dark elves feel psychologically uncomfortable.

Victor did not express any disgust towards the meat mountain. His quantifiable face even shed a heavy shadow of joy because of the bloated meat mountain.

The meat mountain moved closer to Victor, looking very painful. His body split open into eight petals, spitting out a short humanoid creature wrapped in a robe.

No one helped the short humanoid creature, and no one even tried to see what was under the green robe.

The green-robed little man began to scream after coming out of the meat mountain. The noise from his throat made Nightmare feel deeply uncomfortable. They pinched the handle of the knife several times to suppress the desire to kill.

"Don't struggle, no one will come to save you." Victor smiled sickly, his hand turned into a cage to trap the little man in the robe, and also isolated the little man's spiritual power.

"You can't do this! You can't do this! The third lifeline! The ninth ending! You are trying to push something you can't understand to happen!"

"Then you can tell me, maybe your eloquence can make me change my mind?"

"No! Can't say! Only ignorance can avoid it!"

"Is that so. Then I don't care too much."

Throwing the little man in the robe into the conceptual surface, Victor saw that the body of the little man in the robe was collapsing, and he was giving weight and thickness to the conceptual surface.

The little man in the robe unfolded in two dimensions, and infinite details were displayed on the surface. The flesh and blood were broken and kneaded, forming understandable lines and pictures. Finally, in the center of the surface, the little man in the robe, whose soul was always in pain, was shining dimly.

"It's here! Lacas! Here is our hope to survive!" Victor laughed, and he hugged a hyperplastic tumor of Lacas and kissed him several times.

The meat mountain trembled a few times, and a huge sclerotic tumor cracked. The human head was tied to the support made of spine and nerves like a freshly picked grape. Lakas's head was on the top of the human head grape rack. He looked at the map and nodded in approval. The human head below him finished the work of speaking. These blood-pitying masters who no one in Gemo wanted to provoke have now become part of Yourun Lakas' body.

"This way we are one step closer to sublimation. The erosion is getting faster and faster, and her hunger for us is becoming more and more obvious."

"When you researched that result, you should have known that there would be such a day."

"Yes. Torturing others to avoid having your soul devoured will not last long. It is just drinking poison to quench thirst."

"This is us, heading towards the final doomsday in the danger of madness! Haha!"

Victor laughed a few times, then he remembered something. There was a thunderous sound inside his body, then he cut open the shadow-like body and took out a mask.

Victor threw the mask on the face of a nightmare, and then the nightmare turned into the Lord of Blades, Drazar, and faced Victor in silence.

"Mask. How great. If it weren't for the problem of diet, I would also like to change my body in this way." Lakas sighed, and then a series of hungry gurgling sounds came from his body. Lakas stretched out his hand, which looked so absurd and terrifying on this body. The bamboo-like arm was like a wooden pole broken by the wind, hanging on the side of the body in a dying state. The huge palm was abnormally white, tender and round, just like an Eldar noble who paid attention to his image.

Lakas put his hand on the palm of a statue, and then the statue's chest opened, and an Eldar inside fell out of the cockpit. This Eldar was wearing a prophet's outfit that only the ancient Eldar Empire had. He was rubbing his head, trying to figure out what happened, but Lakas had been waiting for a long time. He grabbed the ancient Eldar prophet and tore him in half, devouring his flesh and bones with hunger, and sucking the marrow carefully with his mouth.

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