The night on Draconys, unlike that of a normal world, was unique.
The Warp's evil power permeated everywhere, the atmosphere seemed shrouded in a bloody mist, and the light of the stars was obscured by the Chaos fleet.
Only the ceaseless orbital bombardment and the black smoke emanating from countless daemon factories served as the blasphemous symbols of this world!
In the canyon, after the fierce battle during the day, there were corpses of Greenskins and world Eaters everywhere.
Emrys hid in the shadow, vigilantly observing the surroundings, He tried his best to suppress his breathing, controlling his psychic power to create an invisibility effect.
Not far away was a gigantic Chaos daemon factory, where the high temperature of the flesh furnace cast countless souls into it, transforming them into daemons.
The scalding and pungent black smoke was filled with the evil scent of the Warp.
But the real reason He took the risk was not this, but the suspected presence of a 'Chaos ritual node' hidden within this daemon factory.
According to the chief librarian Ezekiel of the Dark Angels, the most important reason their communications were cut off was likely due to the widespread Chaos psychic ritual nodes on Dragonwood, and it was the Chaos noise released by these 'nodes' that was jamming the communication arrays.
To reassemble their legion's strength and resist the Chaos on Dragonwood, the first thing they needed to do was destroy these 'nodes'.
Only by restoring the communication arrays could the Dark Angels regain their fighting power.
Thus, under Ezekiel's 'prophecy', they pinpointed this location, and the next step was to wait for Emrys to find the 'node'.
This mission was extremely dangerous; initially, all high-ranking officials, including the Supreme grandmaster, disagreed with Emrys personally taking such a risk.
But Emrys firmly refused, as He was the only one among them who could enter the 'Forest' at any time.
Moreover, He was not a pure brute; to avoid falling into a Chaos trap again, Emrys had secretly carved a 'teleportation gate' in advance at a certain location.
Once He encountered danger, He could immediately leave through the 'teleportation gate'.
After making full preparations, Emrys, relying on the protection provided by his psychic power, cautiously bypassed the guards.
This operation had to be swift and precise!
They could not give Chaos or Khorne's legions a chance to react, otherwise, once entangled, they would fall into a predicament again.
Emrys took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.
Surrounded by the reality-distorting whispers of the Warp, He tried to sense the nearby daemon factory from the depths of this turbulent psychic ocean.
There, Khorne's bloody legion was performing a cruel and gruesome sacrificial ritual.
Evidently, the daytime battle with the Greenskins had also inflicted considerable damage on this world Eaters warband, and deeper within the sacrificial ritual, Emrys suddenly sensed a Warp rift, like a festering wound, pulsating within the daemon factory deep in the canyon.
It was precisely this power that was interfering with communications, isolating the Dark Angels' sub-chapters on Dragonwood!
"Found it!"
Emrys' eyes were cold; the next moment, his voice entered the 'Forest'.
"Coordinates confirmed, core area deep in the canyon, objective: destroy the Chaos psychic ritual node, disable communication interference in this range."
A secluded and mysterious forest path suddenly appeared amidst the bewildered gazes of the world Eaters.
Suddenly, a terrifying roar, accompanied by scorching, dazzling plasma light, erupted among the world Eaters performing the bloody ritual!
Boom!!!
The blast wave and high temperature instantly melted a dozen world Eaters.
Death had arrived!
The Deathwing Terminator Company, like a divine judgment cast down by the God-Emperor upon these heretics, crashed down with unstoppable momentum!
"For the Emperor! For the Lion!"
Huge power fists and chainfists smashed into the unsuspecting Khorne Berzerkers, instantly crushing them into pulp.
Dozens of heavy Terminator suits, like a sharp arrow, directly pierced through the world Eaters attempting to stop them, trampling the Chaos Space Marines at the edge of the altars, and the roar of storm bolters and assault cannons instantly wove a prelude to death!
Plasma cannons melted the world Eaters who tried to resist, and hundreds of Dark Angels seemed to appear out of thin air, marching in perfect unison, slaughtering the Chaos Space Marines, Chaos mortal auxiliaries, and Chaos sorcerers with desperate efficiency.
Meanwhile, the Sons of the Forest dispersed like phantoms.
Their deep green power armor was almost invisible in the distorted light.
Using various debris and Warp energy as cover, they harvested important targets from unexpected angles.
The effect of this instantaneous assault was devastating for Chaos.
The Chaos legions were completely stunned; they were still immersed in the revelry of flesh and blood, never imagining that the Emperor's Angels of Death would descend directly upon their most sacred altar in such a miraculous and bizarre manner.
"Speed!" Emrys' cold gaze swept across the battlefield, occasionally projecting his psychic power as a spear to pierce a blasphemous Chaos sorcerer.
Soon, the bloody altar was completely destroyed, and the Dark Angels continued to advance.
Emrys, while closely monitoring the battlefield for high-threat psychics, also fully extended his perception, sharing detailed coordinate information and locations with the Dark Angels' assault company, while providing them with necessary Warp protective measures.
"Three o'clock direction, deep in the rock face!"
A Dark Angel from the assault company broadcasted a steady voice on the comms channel.
"Crush it!" The Deathwing Terminators, roaring, led an elite squad to charge out.
They were like mobile steel fortresses, ignoring the incoming bolter fire and swinging chainaxes, enduring the barrage to charge the target rock face, tearing through the world Eaters' defenses!
"In the name of the Lion!"
A massive Thunder Hammer, wreathed in a destructive energy field, slammed savagely into the rock face Emrys had indicated!
Boom!!!
The rock face was instantly shattered by the full force of the Deathwing Terminator's blow.
Inside, a massive Chaos device core, constructed from skulls, rotting flesh, and twisted metal, was revealed.
The core emitted a blasphemous shriek, which even controlled the Deathwing Terminators.
"Too noisy!" Emrys' eyes were cold; He then pulled out the 'Canticle Spear' and threw it directly towards the core Chaos device deep within the rock face.
Boom!!!
The Canticle Spear pierced the Chaos device in the rock face, and the blasphemous shriek instantly ceased!
At the same time, Emrys' helmet comms channel, which had been filled with the desperate Chaos daemon noise for days, suddenly picked up a faint but very clear, encrypted Space Marine communication signal fragment.
"Success, withdraw!!!"
Emrys didn't have time to ponder, immediately notifying everyone to retreat.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before the Chaos legions would appear; this was a surprise attack, and they absolutely could not engage in a head-on confrontation!
The assault personnel from both warbands retreated, and then, once again, vanished into thin air amidst the furious roars of the world Eaters.
After the assault, Emrys led the Dark Angels and the Sons of the Forest back from the 'Forest' to the 'Camp'.
Warband Librarian Ezekiel found a temporarily safe Camp.
This seemed to be a military Camp left over from Dragonwood, but due to its extremely strategic location, it was still very safe at the moment.
The Dark Angels and the Sons of the Forest needed to analyze the encrypted communication content in the channel here.
Emrys, while contemplating the next plan, wearily pinched his brow and returned to his tent.
These days, He not only needed to use 'prescience' to predict the future, but also to discuss with the Supreme grandmaster how to coordinate the war plan.
But the moment He pushed aside the tent flap and entered, He suddenly frowned deeply.
A shadow sat abruptly in the room.
"Hi~"
God damn!
He turned his head, and a 'person' was sitting on the table!
Although the light was dim, Emrys still saw clearly that the person sitting on his table was a female Eldar.
"How audacious!" He raised an eyebrow, then sneered, and directly drew his sword and slashed at her.
"Oh my~" The female Eldar was surprised, seemingly not expecting that the other party would attack her right away, but fortunately, she was extremely agile, disappearing into the darkness like a ghost, dodging the sword.
"I came specifically to find Lord Emrys~"
"Find me?" Emrys' gaze shifted, locking onto the Eldar in the darkness.
"I don't remember when I got to know a Dark Eldar."
Yes, this Eldar who suddenly intruded into the tent was indeed a Dark Eldar.
"I'm not here to assassinate Lord Emrys~"
In the darkness, the female Dark Eldar boldly stepped out.
"Look, I haven't brought a single weapon on me. A famous figure like Lord in the Milky Way Galaxy shouldn't lay a hand on a 'vulnerable' woman like me, who can't even tie a chicken, right?"
"...Vulnerable woman?"
Emrys couldn't help but sneer upon hearing this.
"Since when could a Succubus of the Dark Eldar be classified into the category of 'vulnerable women'? This is truly novel."
"I really am a delicate woman~" The Dark Eldar feigned weakness, trying to get closer.
This was a Dark Eldar, and Emrys wouldn't fall for it easily. He immediately shifted his feet, took two steps back, and avoided her.
"I don't have time for your nonsense. What exactly do you want, coming to find me in the middle of the night?"
"You're so cold. We've met before, have you forgotten?"
As she spoke, the 'Succubus' sat down sideways, her voluptuous waist curve displayed to the fullest.
Dark Eldar clothing was already sparse, and the Succubus wore even less fabric. Her long, slender legs were lightly crossed, and her bare toes, tipped with an alluring pink, swayed back and forth in Emrys' line of sight.
But unfortunately, Emrys only glanced at her before withdrawing his gaze:
It wasn't that he was completely unmoved; appreciating beautiful things is human nature. But the problem was that the other party was not 'human,' but a 'Succubus' of the Dark Eldar. It's no exaggeration to say that poison there was a basic operation.
Those who dared to approach a Succubus were absolutely Warriors among Warriors!
He didn't have the courage, nor the intention.
"If you sway your foot one more time, I won't mind chopping it off!"
The Succubus was embarrassed for a few seconds, but seeing Emrys' serious expression, she reined in some of her seductive thoughts.
"Has Lord, by any chance, forgotten me?" Then, she deliberately showed a hint of grievance on her face, her eyes moist.
"We met once on Vigilus~ I'm Anna!"
Vigilus? Anna?
Emrys finally remembered, furrowed his brow, and sneered.
"So it's you, the Succubus who tried to assassinate me back then."
Back then, he and Elsa had encountered an assassination attempt on Vigilus.
That time was also one of Emrys' countless adventures, the closest he had ever come to death. If it weren't for the warning from that 'medal,' he probably would have been blown to the heavens by the 'Dark Eldar' along with his vehicle, going to meet the Emperor prematurely.
He naturally wouldn't have a good attitude towards the Dark Eldar who had once tried to assassinate him.
"What?" Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly, a golden light seemingly flowing in his eyes as he scrutinized the 'Succubus' in front of him.
"The last assassination wasn't successful, so this time you plan to try a different approach?"
Times had changed. He, Emrys, was no longer the person who was hunted by the Dark Eldar covens, Succubi, and Haemonculi.
Just a mere Succubus... Emrys was confident that he could twist her head off in just three seconds!
Not to mention, outside his tent, the elites of the Dark Angel and the Sons of the Forest were stationed.
Let alone a single Succubus, even if an entire coven were brought, the Dark Angel would still make them understand what the First Legion was!
"Oh, don't misunderstand, esteemed Lord Emrys~" Succubus Anna unreservedly displayed her enchanting and alluring figure, her eyes full of seductive charm, her pink tongue licking her sensual red lips, deliberately bending down to reveal a glimpse of her fair skin, and said in a charming and captivating voice.
"The last assassination of Lord was completely a 'misunderstanding.' This time... I've come with the 'sincerity' of Commorragh."
"Commorragh? Sincerity?"
Upon hearing this, Emrys was momentarily stunned. Could these two words even be combined?
Commorragh, a city occupied by the Dark Eldar, was rumored to be an important port in the Webway after the collapse of the ancient Eldar Imperium.
But what made it famous was for other reasons. As is well known, after the 'Eldar's Transgression' event, the souls of deceased Eldar were all devoured by 'Slaanesh.'
To avoid their souls being devoured by 'Slaanesh,' two broad factions emerged. One was the Eldar who lived in 'Craftworlds' as their cities. They advocated 'asceticism' and protected their souls from being devoured by 'Slaanesh' by combining them with ancestral spirit stones. The second was the famous Dark Eldar. Their method was simpler and cruder: they engaged in twisted 'survival rituals,' capturing slaves everywhere, subjecting them to horrific torture, and using the pain generated to delay their souls from being devoured by 'Slaanesh.'
Thus, Commorragh became the most unsettling and terrifying place in the entire Milky Way Galaxy.
Horrific live experiments, fleshcrafting, twisted and painful art creations, indulging in every conceivable pleasure, the Dark Eldar, who inherited the hedonism of the old Eldar, completely indulged their desires, turning this place into a terrifying purgatory that made people tremble at its mere mention.
It was precisely because of this that Emrys was curious: what could the Dark Eldar, who habitually resided in Commorragh, want with him?
"Of course, it's~ to form an alliance with Lord."
Succubus Anna's eyes showed a teasing glint, her thin lips pursed.
"As long as Lord is willing, all of Commorragh... will be Lord' 'friends,' including the assassins of the covens, the Warriors of the Wych cults, and even the Haemonculi, all can fight for Lord."
"...Do I look like an idiot?"
Emrys was not surprised but became even more wary.
The Dark Eldar were no saints. For them to pay such a high price, what they sought must be even more astonishing!
"Lord, please don't be so quick to refuse," Succubus Anna said softly.
"As far as I know, Lord has close ties with the 'Samhaim.' We can provide Lord with the same help they can, and we can also do things for Lord that they cannot."
"Oh?"
Emrys stared at the Succubus with a fake smile.
"Such as?"
"Such as~ what Lord did in the Waystation." The Succubus' lips curved slightly, and she chuckled.
"If it were us, Lord wouldn't have to exert so much effort. We could completely help Lord make those who defy and resist Lord' will mysteriously disappear from this galaxy. As long as Lord needs it, there's nothing we can't do!"
At this point, the Succubus looked very proud.
"That powerful?" Emrys sneered, saying.
"Alright, I want you to go to the Terra Imperial Palace archives and steal the Emperor's research data for me. Can you do that?"
The smile on the Succubus' face froze.
She never expected that the other party would not play by the rules, asking them to go to the Terra Imperial Palace archives?
You might as well directly say to let them assassinate the 'Emperor'; the success rate of doing that might even be higher!
"Can't do it? Then stop bragging."
Emrys' smile faded, and he said word by word.
"Ms. Anna, you have one more sentence to impress me.
If not... I guarantee that in three seconds, your head will be hanging at the entrance of my tent. Please do not doubt my abilities."
The Warp's shriek, striking directly at the soul, mixed with bone-chilling cold and an invisible pressure, enveloped the entire room.
Layers of frost covered the desk, gradually climbing the succubus' body, even freezing her ankles.
"Ah—!!!"
The succubus let out a terrified shriek.
An instinctive threat of death made her subconsciously want to escape into the dark shadow, away from the terrifying individual in front of her.
But before the succubus could even react, Emrys merely crooked his finger slightly.
Whoosh!
Instantly, a magic chain inscribed with dense incantations appeared like a venomous snake, wrapping around her neck.
The succubus, true to her nature as a Dark Eldar elite, immediately pulled out a dagger from somewhere the moment she realized she was restrained.
The dagger was jet black, imbued with an extremely disturbing enchantment of suffering souls, and coated with a terrifying, instantly fatal poison. She unhesitatingly thrust it towards Emrys.
"Still claiming you didn't bring a weapon?"
Emrys sneered. He knew that trusting a Dark Eldar's word was less reliable than trusting an Ork!
Then, he yanked the chain sharply.
The chain around the succubus' neck tightened abruptly, and the force that came with it made her fall to her knees on the ground.
Clang!
The dagger fell to the ground.
The succubus knelt before Emrys, the magic chain around her neck rapidly tightening.
A suffocating, icy sensation immediately enveloped the succubus. She stared with her terrified, beautiful eyes, desperately trying to open her mouth wide,
Wanting to breathe air, but no matter how hard she tried, her lungs strained to expand, yet she couldn't get even a speck of air.
At once, fear, like a bone-chilling cold, permeated every inch of her skin, and a chill, like countless ants, bit and gnawed at her reason and thoughts.
This chain seemed to suppress psychic powers.
Even resisting was a luxury for the succubus. Her slender, jade-like fingers desperately clawed at the chain, but it was futile. Her eyes, brimming with water, stared intently at Emrys, devoid of any seductive intent, leaving only pitiful pleading.
Emrys crooked his index finger, and the chain around the succubus' neck loosened slightly.
"Ha, ha...—...ha———·"
The succubus collapsed weakly to the ground, her prominent breasts heaving rapidly due to suffocation. Her highly seductive face was covered in glistening sweat, tinged with an alluring flush. Her small mouth was slightly agape, her eyes vacant, as if hollowed out, as she lay at Emrys' feet.
And it must be said.
In this state, the succubus was indeed somewhat alluring, much like after a deed.
But unfortunately, it was still the same problem—unless one was insane, no one would willingly provoke the Dark Eldar, especially a succubus!
Emrys smiled without warmth, completely ignoring the succubus' pitiful act. He pulled out an alarm clock, turned it a few times, and then tossed it onto the table.
"You have one minute. When time's up, your head rolls!"
Tick, tick, tick...
The sound of the alarm clock's hands turning was very clear in the room, each tick like the God of Death drawing closer!
"Ah, Lord Emrys~"
The succubus Anna pouted her lips and wriggled her alluring body, seemingly trying to use this method to stall for time with her eyes.
"You have to let me catch my breath first, don't you~"
"Alright, take your time breathing."
Emrys sat on the chair with his legs crossed, one hand holding the magic chain, the other tapping the armrest with his index finger, completely unfazed.
"Anyway, it's all counted in the time. When time's up, you can prepare to meet the 'Prince of Pleasure.'"
Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the succubus' face instantly changed, trembling with fear.
The Prince of Pleasure, who is Slaanesh, held a power over the Dark Eldar that was far more terrifying than ordinary torture.
"Twenty seconds left."
Emrys glanced at the alarm clock, a chilling sneer on his face.
"It seems you don't intend to speak. Then go meet Slaanesh."
"No, don't—!!!"
The succubus finally gave up. She realized that the man in front of her had no interest in her at all and was absolutely serious.
"It's the Archon. He sent me because he hopes to establish a friendship with you and also invites you to Commorragh."
Her speech was very fast. As she spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on the alarm clock, as if afraid that if she was even half a step slow, she would be sent to meet "Slaanesh."
"Why establish a friendship with me?"
Emrys frowned, raised his hand, and twisted the alarm clock another half turn, allowing the hands to continue moving.
"I don't know the specific reason."
After the succubus finished speaking, she timidly glanced at Emrys, afraid he would misunderstand, and then hurriedly added.
"The only thing I know is that not long ago, the Archon suddenly brought in many Haemonculi to create something. The Archon said—you will definitely need 'it.'"
Emrys had a bad premonition. Could something created by 'Haemonculi' be good?!
The greatest curse of the Dark Eldar is the "Soul thirst." Their souls slowly drain into the Warp, so they must replenish them by inflicting extreme pain on others.
And the Haemonculi are the most skilled manipulators of this mechanism, the pinnacle of Dark Eldar twisted technology. They are surgeons, scientists, artists, masters of torture, and immortals.
In layman's terms, they are the Minister of Justice.
Haemonculi are proficient and expert at maximizing and prolonging the creation of pain, with an unparalleled understanding in this area. Even among the Dark Eldar, not many are willing to seek 'treatment' from Haemonculi.
So, the question is.
The Archon of Commorragh, a Dark Eldar, sought out these madmen, who specialize in torturing people, to create something that is most likely some horrifying 'instrument of torture.'
What did he want with an 'instrument of torture'?!
Noticing Emrys' questioning gaze, the succubus raised her swan-like neck and blinked her seductive eyes.
"There's one more thing, lord Archon said that if I just say this, you will definitely agree."
"What did he say?"
Emrys asked.
However, this time the succubus didn't answer. Instead, she licked her lips and moved across the floor, like a loyal dog, crawling to his feet. She looked up, her face still flushed, her peach blossom eyes narrowed, and she exhaled warmly.
"Lord, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable" As she spoke, she lowered her head, her pink tongue licking Emrys' leather boot, her astonishing chest rubbing against his legs.
"Don't you want to taste~ the flavor of a succubus?" She blinked.
"I promise~ to make it unforgettable for life."
Still at it? Refusing to repent, are we?!
Emrys immediately sneered, tightened his fist, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"I think you're asking for a beating!"
Bang!
Emrys kicked her in the face, then a magic whip crackling with electricity appeared out of thin air in his hand. Without a word, he swung it, lashing at the succubus who had been kicked away and was groaning, clutching her stomach!
Crack! Crack! Crack!!!!
In the room, electric light burst forth!
The magic whip was wielded so fast that it almost created afterimages!
The succubus was whipped until her skin was torn and bleeding, blood splattering, howling in agony. She tried to escape, but her neck was chained. As soon as she tried to run, she was yanked back, and then another round of whipping!
After a hundred or so lashes, Emrys finally stopped, looking at the bloody, gasping succubus, and said coldly.
"Still want to play?!"
The succubus curled up in pain, unable to speak.
Emrys' whipping was completely different from all the tortures she had experienced. The pain was soul-deep; every time the whip landed, her soul felt as if it were being torn apart.
Damn it! I almost forgot!
In this regard, the Eldar are far more extravagant than humans, and the Dark Eldar have inherited the 'fine traditions' of the old Eldar Imperium.
Pain to a Succubus is like a plain bowl of fried rice with lard added.
"Good, good, good—" Emrys, looking at the Succubus who was already 'flying high' from pleasure, was almost laughing from anger. He reached out and pinched her neck.
"Feeling great, are you? How about I make you feel even better? I'll send you to Slaanesh for a good time!"
The Succubus, who had just been so pleasured that her mind was blank and the afterglow hadn't faded, instantly turned pale and screamed in terror, struggling madly.
"No, no, no—!"
"My patience is limited," Emrys leaned in and said, word for word, "If you play any more tricks, I'll let Asmodai come in and have a good time with you—and then I'll send you to Slaanesh to really enjoy yourself!"
To prove his words were not empty threats, Emrys exerted force, his five fingers clenching tightly.
The next moment, a transparent soul was slowly drawn out of the Succubus' body.
"Don't doubt if I can do it.
Pulling your soul out like this, guess what—can I sacrifice your psychic power to Slaanesh?!"
"Ah, ah, ah—!!!"
This time, the Succubus was finally afraid.
She clearly saw her soul being stripped away, and as soon as it left the protection of her body, the curse etched into every Eldar soul vaguely allowed her to glimpse that terrifying existence!
"The Archon lord said someone commissioned him to specifically create that 'thing,' and he said it must be given to Lord!"
The Succubus, completely engulfed by the fear of Slaanesh, no longer dared to play her little games. Like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, she blurted out in one breath.
"The Archon also reached an agreement with 'that one's' envoy, for example—gaining Lord' friendship is one of them!"
"That one—who are you referring to?"
Emrys narrowed his eyes, already having a rough guess in his heart, but still asked again.
"That one is—the 'one' you worship."
The Succubus looked on the verge of tears, saying aggrievedly, "Lord should also know that I cannot directly speak His name, otherwise it will attract His attention. This is all I know."
Emrys' eyes flickered. He slowly released her soul and sat quietly in the chair, but his heart was churning with stormy waves.
What exactly does the Emperor want to do?!
Not long ago, in his dream, the Emperor said that the light of the Astronomican would temporarily extinguish for a period, perhaps a few days, a few months, or a few years.
During the period when the Astronomican was extinguished, the Emperor hoped that he would act as a substitute, lighting the 'torch's' light, serving as a lighthouse for the Imperium of Man's voyages in the Warp.
But he didn't tell him to go find the Haemonculi of the Dark Eldar to create a 'thing' to replace the Emperor in lighting the Astronomican, did he?
The Emperor wouldn't—really give him a simplified 'Golden Throne', would He?
Don't do this!
Emrys took a deep breath, suppressing the frantic screams in his heart, and stared blankly at the Succubus.
"You mean, you want me to go with you to Commorragh to retrieve that thing, right?"
"That's right, lord Emrys."
The Succubus nodded, feigning pity, and said, "I'm just a small Succubus. I don't know what the Archon lord is thinking. I am only responsible for conveying Commorragh's and the Archon lord's goodwill to Lord."
"Commorragh still has such a luxury as goodwill?" Emrys couldn't help but snort coldly.
"Tell your Archon lord to send the thing over. As for going to Commorragh? Impossible, don't even think about it!"
For him to go to Commorragh, wouldn't that be like a lamb entering a tiger's den?
Do they really think Commorragh is some tourist attraction where you can go whenever you want and leave whenever you want?
Of those who enter Commorragh, how many can come out?!
To put it bluntly, even with Emrys' status, if he entered Commorragh, he would most likely be played to death by those perverted Dark Eldar!
Apparently, the Succubus Anna also clearly understood what a city like Commorragh meant to outsiders, and she was not at all surprised by Emrys' reply.
"I can convey Lord' thoughts to the Archon lord, but the specific outcome"
It's still up to the Archon lord to decide."
After the threat of having her soul pulled out of her body, the Succubus was noticeably more well-behaved.
At least, in front of Emrys, the Succubus became as pure as a saint, meticulous, completely devoid of her initial coquettish demeanor.
"Mm."
Emrys' mood was slightly complicated.
On the one hand, he felt a bit confused. With the Emperor's personality, how could He possibly consult with heretics?
On the other hand, he had extreme resistance to the 'Golden Throne' created by the Haemonculi.
Who in their right mind would want to sit on that thing!
But the Emperor also clearly stated that he was only to substitute for a while and would not sit on the Golden Throne.
Considering the 'Yellow-skinned one's' numerous deceptions, Emrys was very skeptical whether that thing was truly as the Emperor said.
Seeing that he wasn't speaking, the Succubus Anna carefully asked, "lord Emrys, if Lord has nothing else, I will return to Commorragh now to convey Lord' wishes to the Archon lord?"
"Wait."
Emrys slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze falling on the Succubus, and said meaningfully, "Come when you want, leave when you want"
What do you take this place for?"
The Succubus immediately became a little scared.
She had already deeply experienced Emrys' methods; he could actually pull a person's soul out of their body... As expected of the apostle of the fifth Loki of the Warp!
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Emrys smiled kindly, got up from the chair, slowly walked over, and raised his hand to caress her cheek.
"Come, take off your clothes, I'll give you a gift."
"???"
After a brief moment of confusion, the Succubus quickly understood and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
She should have said so earlier; she was very skilled at this kind of business. So, in no time, she took off her clothes and then tried to lean closer.
"Lord~"
However, before her seductive voice could even fade, Emrys' fingertip was suddenly ignited by a streak of dark flame!
In the Succubus' bewildered gaze, his fingertip, like a sharp blade, directly pierced into the delicate, fair skin of her chest.
"Ah, ah, ah"
The Succubus' pupils constricted violently. She felt enveloped by an indescribable agony, as if her entire soul had been set ablaze.
Fortunately, this pain came and went quickly.
Just as the Succubus was panting and collapsing to the ground, Emrys' calm voice came.
"Look at your body. With this mark, from now on, you are My slave."
Mark?
The Succubus looked down. On her formerly fair, delicate chest, an eerie black mark had been branded.
"This is the 'Dark Mark'," Emrys pinched her chin and smiled, "With this mark, you no longer have to worry about your soul being devoured by Slaanesh, but similarly... your soul, including your body, now belongs to Me."
It must be said, the Dark Lord Dormammu is incredibly useful.
Any soul branded with the 'Dark Mark' cannot be taken away, not even by the Chaos Gods of the Warp.
The Succubus touched the mark on her chest, Stunned for a few seconds. She really seemed to no longer feel the 'curse' etched into the Eldar.
"R-really?" Anna's voice trembled slightly, her large, watery eyes staring intently at Emrys.
"You should have felt it too, right?"
Emrys smiled, lifting her fair chin.
"As long as you serve Me well, you can escape Slaanesh's curse."
"Whatever Lord tells me to do, I will do!"
The Succubus knelt down without hesitation, leaning towards Emrys.
As for loyalty?
Don't be ridiculous; the Dark Eldar have no such word as loyalty. She didn't kill the Archon simply because she couldn't defeat him!
"Very good."
Looking at his 'masterpiece', Emrys nodded with satisfaction.
This way, he could embed a 'pawn' of his own within the Dark Eldar.
Although for now, this pawn's usefulness was still limited, it might prove useful in the near future.
"I want you to go back and report truthfully," he said blandly, "But one thing, find out exactly what that thing the Archon had the Haemonculi create is, what its purpose is, and... who 'that one's' envoy is!"
"Yes, Lord."
The Succubus nodded obediently, but remained kneeling on the ground.
"Is there anything else?"
Emrys looked down at the Succubus, a little puzzled.
"That... it's just" Anna's face flushed slightly. She licked her lips, her eyes showing a longing light.
"Could Lord... whip me a few more times with that 'whip'? lord Emrys."