The Malice Soaring Troupe's most recent action occurred hundreds of years ago, when a plague lord named Falgulus led his corrupt warband of Nurgle to attack an Eldar maiden world.
Hundreds of Plague Marines descended on that virgin world. Under the instruction of a mysterious warp demon, the Plague Lords systematically polluted the planet's rivers and lakes, and ignited a pile of rotten flames in the forest.
, at the same time, Nurgle's Chaos Space Marines also repelled the local Lizard Cavalry of the Wild Eldar, and then launched an evil ritual in the temple where the World Soul was stored.
However, this matter had already been planned by the Malicious Soaring Troupe. At the critical moment of the ceremony, they suddenly broke out with the help of the Witch Spirit Sect. Groups of jet motorcycles, gravity airships and hoverboards surrounded the Chaos army.
Although Nurgle's followers fought to the death, all resistance was in vain in the face of the high-speed hovering afterimages. In the end, all Chaos followers, including the Plague Lord, were killed.
As for this battle, the Malice Soaring Troupe has carried out more than a dozen times in ten thousand years. It can be said to be the vanguard of the Eldar's fight against the forces of Nurgle.
"Gossamer Path and the Frost Star Troupe are on their way."
"maybe."
When Victor turned back to look at the screen, he replied:
"But to be honest, we rarely have contact with these theater groups, and I'm not sure I can trust them, or even whether they will really contribute when the time comes."
"The word trust is too luxurious for you, Victor."
"Man, what you said hurt my heart."
"I'm just telling the truth. I've always been famous for my honesty. Now all the craft worlds are interested in sending reinforcements, but Uswe's side..."
Although Commorragh is regarded by many Eldar as a cursed and fallen place, the top leaders of different Eldar factions also know very well that Commorragh is the last remnant of the ancient Eldar empire, and it hides too many key secrets of the Eldar.
, once it falls, the consequences for the entire race will be disastrous.
Therefore, when the news came out that Commorragh was besieged by the Chaos army, with the efforts of the Harlequin Troupe, some craft worlds and even Eldar pirate groups began to organize reinforcements.
"It'll be alright, old friend."
Victor laughed darkly.
"Eldra can't explain to his stupid kind what he has done before. In order to prevent things from changing uncontrollably, he will definitely persuade their Prophet Council to participate in this war."
"What about you? If Eldra knew what you were thinking, he would stop you."
"Maybe, but what can he do?"
Victor shrugged.
"As long as I defeat the Plague God's lackeys and I can prove that only here, only I can ensure the safety of the Eternal Queen, then naturally... I should also become the Phoenix King."
"You already have everything."
"Ha, those so-called nobles still regard me as a slave. Only by becoming the true Phoenix King will they realize that I will be Ada's destiny."
As a galactic legend, Victor actually had an extremely humble origin. In his early years, he was just a slave in the city of Commorragh. He was destined to have his throat cut on the sacrificial platform and die in silence.
As a result, the moment the blade slashed his neck, Slaanesh was born. The souls of the priests who wielded the sword were instantly taken away by the evil god, but the young and lowly Victor, whose soul had not been poisoned by indulgence and pleasure, was lucky enough to survive.
Having witnessed the birth of the new gods and the fall of the Eldar, he could only struggle to survive in the dark alleys of post-apocalyptic Commorragh for a long time.
Although he finally became the winner of the bloody game of Commorragh, his former slave status has always been a point of secret attack by the nobles of the Ancient Eldar Empire. This is also the reason why Viktor has never been able to completely become the master of Commorragh.
, he has strength, but does not have any status. He can only be an alliance leader and an overlord, but he cannot be a king.
But the appearance of Veronica made him see an opportunity.
The Phoenix King, the pinnacle of power in the ancient spirit empire, even though he has lost his actual power, still has an irrefutable name. He can imagine that when he is crowned king, Comoros will completely surrender under his feet, even if
Even those proud nobles should call him Your Majesty.
In response to Victor's hope, the troupe leader of the Harlequin Troupe just chuckled.
"Power often looks upon the world's troubles as ingratitude."
"Hey, look at this scattered piece of Commorragh. If it weren't for me, five hundred apes, the so-called Space Marines, could burn it to the ground. I dare say that power in my hands is more harmful to our race than in the hands of any Ada.
Favorable, I have come all the way from the nightmare of the Great Fall, and no one knows our fatal flaw better than me."
After the harlequin troupe leader was silent for a moment, the topic suddenly changed.
"Hilandri also asked me to bring you a warning."
"Hoho, that's a good feeling. Although I hate anything related to divination crystal balls in my life, she is an exception after all."
"Be careful of the ancient enemies that may appear."
The cunning little eyes on Victor's pale face blinked.
"That's it? Don't always leave your words behind. What do you want me to prepare?"
"Only this sentence."
Victor tilted his head and thought for a while.
"The ancient enemy... doesn't seem to be Chaos, nor the Greenskins. It can't be the Necrontyr."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
"Thinking is really tiring. Why did she ask you to deliver the message? Where is she?"
"have no idea."
At this time, the play on the stage has come to an end.
Come on, come on -
A long journey is waiting for you
Heed our call, may laughter lead you away
Don't be afraid when you fall
Even if you lose everything, may the circuit allow you to be free
Brothers and sisters, enemies and friends,
Enjoy our final performance together
Raise the curtain, open your eyes wide
Here the laughter will never die
When the encore song sounds
Hold your breath and listen to the beating of your heart
Close your eyes and hold your breath
Join us in the dance of death
Death will eventually embrace you in its arms——
The lights were dimmed first, and then turned on again. Victor in the audience gently clapped his hands, but at this time there was only one person left on the stage.
It was a thin figure wearing a white two-horned mask, a checkered black windbreaker, a purple belt around his waist and a red gem embedded in it. He was bowing deeply to the audience.
"Arebenia, Comoros also welcomes you."
In Victor's words, Arebenia is not a name for a person, but a special position in the Harlequin Troupe. Translated into human language, it is "One Horn".
In the entire Harlequin troupe, the unicorns are the weirdest and most dangerous members of the troupe. They are also the embodiment of doom and the actors who play the Prince of Darkness. Once they embark on this path, no one can make them look back.
Just like their name, the life of a unicorn is like a one-man show, wandering alone in the Internet. Only when the revelation appears, the unicorn will join the troupe and start performing.
Legend has it that anyone who communicates with the One Horn outside the stage will be cursed. It is best to commit suicide directly, because the One Horn who embarks on the path of curse has been locked by Slaanesh. In fact, all the Eldar, including the Dark Eldar of Commorragh,
They all have great respect and fear for the One Horn, because only the strongest, bravest and purest Eldar can shoulder the important task of playing the role of the enemy while still maintaining their sanity.
When the one-horned man raised his head, only one sentence rang out from under the white mask.
"I am only here for the ancient enemy."
Victor nodded, then took out a card from his arms and threw it directly onto the stage.
"Then I will allow you to enter and exit any corner of Comoros, including my bathroom... Of course, if you really want to go, remember to tell me in advance."
"grateful."
"If you find that...ancient enemy, remember to inform me. If it can make dear Hillandre so interested in it, it must be something very special."