Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 258: Dark City, Port of Lost Souls

"Listen up, you damn monkeys! Stand up and follow the leader. Don't make any noise or run around. If anyone disobeys orders, you will wish you were dead!"

The Kabbalah warrior waved his blade and pointed at the many slaves.

Lin Heng yawned, and then looked exhausted, like a homeless man whose edges had been worn down by life. He stood up staggeringly and followed the silent team.

After spending several weeks in peace, Lin Heng's hiding plan was very successful. The other party did not find any trace of him. Now he can finally leave this small place and set foot on the road to the dark city of Comoros.

A large number of Kabbalah soldiers led the slaves to the deck and pushed them onto the transport ship, cramming it full as if it were escorting cargo. They didn't care how the people inside cried for help, because the dead also had corresponding value.

Lin Heng also saw quite a few mutants from the prison world. In one of the huge cells, there was a furious bloodhound, the kind of low-level demon that was rarely seen.

I think it's because of the difference in energy. Without the blessing of the chaotic energy of the subspace, no matter what kind of demon it is, it can't survive for too long. It's no wonder that the other party takes the trouble to keep a close watch on it.

"The high-value goods will be sent to the Haemonchi, and the other monkey slaves will be sold or slaughtered, and the good ones will be thrown into the arena.

20% of the tax is turned over to the finance department of the conspiracy. Don't even think about getting away with it. If the finance department finds out, you can expect Mandela to be looking at your door.

Do you understand? "

"understand!"

Hundreds of Kabbalah warriors happily escorted the slaves away. Lin Heng was one of those being escorted. The hatch closed with a rumble, and then the transport ship shook and everyone left the Blood Claw Conspiracy's warship.

The Kabbalah warriors on the transport ship were beaming with joy, discussing what would be the best way to have fun this time around, wondering whether it would be most profitable to sell them to the Haemonculi, to the Cult of the Witches, or just keep them for their own use.

"The Haemonchi are all a bunch of psychopaths. They may not be interested in ordinary monkeys. They will definitely focus on the tin cans on the ship. The association will definitely invest in this project."

"Yes, that's right. Those witches control all the arenas. They must hope that there will be more prey that are not usually seen in their arenas. They will definitely be interested in the boarding operation."

"Damn it, it's all the fault of these tin cans, no, it's the damned Akara Kes, these damned bastards had good stuff this time and these ordinary monkeys didn't care about it.

"I and those high-ranking members took the most valuable things, and the so-called slaves were only rewarded with a few melons and dates. They are really worthless!"

Lin Heng pricked up his ears to receive news from the black bean sprouts, wondering what kind of situation would be waiting for them.

"So, before these beasts spread the news, let's use the information barrier to get rid of these slaves and make a fortune!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The warning light came on, and the air pressure in the cabin immediately began to balance. The transport ship floated down safely and steadily. The airlock sounded and the cabin door opened, and immediately the complex and noisy sound waves like a vegetable market poured into the cabin.

"Slaves are here, hahaha! Welcome everyone to the Port of Lost Souls! We, the Comoro Eldar, are the most hospitable. Let us hurry up and greet them!"

Welcome to Comoros, welcome to the Port of Lost Souls, the organ sellers are on the left, the organ buyers are on the right, the front ones are slaves, the back ones are laborers. Welcome, welcome

A large group of dark elves with their heads wrapped in knots came forward with a grin, picking out slaves who were almost collapsed. The strong and healthy ones were always favored by the crowd, so it was not uncommon for them to fight over a slave.

The guards on the transport ships did not try to stop the fight, but stood aside with a smile, waiting for the outcome of the battle. After all, slaves were easy to sell, and bidding back and forth would make it easier to raise the price.

"I want 20 female monkeys, with all their arms and legs intact. Otherwise, it would be too unpleasant if there were nothing to chop off later."

"No mutants? Then bring 30 male monkeys to make up the number. I'm from the Blackbeard Conspiracy. If you have any big stuff, please let us know in advance!"

"*You*, I'm from the Whitebeard conspiracy, if there are any mutants we'll take them all at a price!"

Lin Heng listened to the slave trade that was as easy as buying vegetables, and thought that the Port of Lost Souls really lived up to its name as a port. It was no different from the seafood that was salvaged and sold immediately.

Glancing at the surroundings, there was a black curtain above my head, but the surroundings were not completely dark. It was as if some kind of dim light illuminated everything around me.

A few dim stars just nearby emitted their dying glow, as gloomy as dying old men, forming a sharp contrast with this group of energetic dark elves.

There are no direction signs here, please carefully identify the road

It is insidious, and the darkness suits them very well, and they deserve the reputation of being the City of Darkness.

In just three to five minutes, Lin Heng saw thousands of vehicles flying overhead. The oversized cruisers had docked at the lower level of the port, and these hundred-meter-long transport ships were gathered on the vast apron.

The sounds of shouting, smashing, looting, crying, insulting, laughing, wailing, engines, collisions, etc. all around were intertwined, further highlighting the terror of the Dark Eldar.

The numerous turrets and terminals, coupled with the eerie environment and the howling sounds of ghosts and wolves, made it hard to imagine that this was the settlement of some ancient race.

And this is just a super large port. If you really reach its city-state area, the atmosphere will be very depressing.

Three hundred slaves on a transport ship were sold out in less than five minutes, and there was also chaos caused by a fight.

Lin Heng was very lucky to be noticed by one of the groups. After exchanging items with them, they took Lin Heng and the remaining twenty or so people on board two predator airships.

"You slaves are lucky. We are from the Straw Hat Conspiracy. The fleet's factory is in need of skilled workers. As long as you work hard there, you will have no problem surviving.

We will definitely protect our assets, so as long as you don't run away or make a fuss, you will definitely not be abused. It is much safer than anywhere else you go!"

The leader on the ship waved his hand and said this. Everyone immediately became excited when they heard it. Lin Heng was quite happy about this. The other party's tone and behavior were indeed quite proper, at least much more normal than other dark elves.

There was no deliberate insult, no punching or kicking, it looked like it was real and didn't deceive everyone. If it was really as the other party said, then everyone was really lucky.

Because other groups either bought them for experiments, or prepared sadistic objects in advance to satisfy their spiritual needs, or some were sold to the arena, waiting to be involved in bloody games.

Lin Heng thought that as someone who had lived in Chaodu, even if he couldn't say that he was like a fish in water in a place like this, at least he had some experience.

Comoros is a multi-dimensional, multi-regional world. Its size is not something that can be rivaled by ordinary worlds. It is even more than enough to accommodate several stars. Therefore, as long as he finds an opportunity, he will definitely be able to blend into other places.

Thinking of this, Lin Heng couldn't help but relax. He thought about the work he was going to do and secretly collected information about the Dark Eldar from the bottom up.

Starting from the bottom, maybe after a while, he can climb up, establish his own conspiracy, become a consul, and build his own power, just like he established the Blue Feather Church. If...

"BIU! BIU! BIU!"

A sharp buzzing sound interrupted Lin Heng's reverie, and several jet motorcycles, emitting dark matter lasers, rushed towards the two airships.

"It's a villain and a criminal! The damn thief only knows how to take advantage of the situation. Everyone fight back immediately!"

Criminals riding flying skateboards can make the Dark Eldar call them criminals. It is conceivable that their behavior is very disgusting.

The leader looked at the sign of the newcomer and shouted "Not good", quickly signaled the airship to speed up, then took out the split crystal rifle and started to fight back.

Lin Heng lowered his head and squeezed into the crowd, wondering what kind of grudge these bastards had. They started fighting after just taking two steps and before even leaving the port.

What's more, even Black Bean Sprouts called the other party a criminal, so it seems that what they did was definitely not liked by even their own people.

Although the laser guns and cannons in other places are also "ding bang", you don't have to rush to rob today. Can you also do something like these black bean sprouts and build your own business?

Lin Heng was having trouble breathing. If he hadn't dared to act rashly, he would have made these bastards crash into the ground. He could only wish that the eldest brother of the Straw Hat Conspiracy could successfully lead everyone out of the siege.

The pilot worked hard to operate the airship, and he knew that if the enemy shot him down, he would definitely lose his life. The surroundings were in chaos, with killings going on everywhere. If he stopped here, he would really be leaving it to fate.

Although joining a conspiracy group can provide considerable protection, there are always individual people who don't care about the conspiracy group. Those desperate criminals who don't care about their heads are the ones who dare to kill for any possible benefits.

"Hold on tight! Activate the Night Shield system and get rid of these beasts!" the leader yelled.

The pilot immediately opened the hatch at hand and pressed the switch. After a vibration, the outer layer of the aircraft seemed to be coated with a thin film, and then a kind of divergent shadow field enveloped the aircraft.

In the dim sky, the airship gradually disappeared as if it were invisible. But the predators of the Jackal Conspiracy did not stop, and they sped up on the hoverboards without any safety measures.

When several people were leaning against each other in a very dangerous posture, two other Venom motorcycles came rapidly, and suddenly a sharp cry erupted from them.

Like the screams of a tortured slave, the terrifying sound waves burst out like a curtain of light, shaking the sky ahead.

This kind of sonic weapon that attacks the human mind does not cause any harm to the bloodthirsty Dark Eldar. At most, it will have some impact on the vibration frequency generated by the sound waves.

The other party also knows this situation, so this thing is used to deal with the monkey slaves on the airship!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

“I’m going to die! I’m going to die!”

"*!"