Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 478 Savior: I, the True Son, the Galaxy's Largest Drug Dealer

"Hiss, Aisha is getting better and better..."

Ron was experiencing the dedicated and active service of the Goddess of Life and he almost couldn't hold it.

Ever since she obtained the crystal with the power of the Lord of Pleasure, she has been constantly learning the corresponding skills.

I hope to gain more power of joy.

I also come over from time to time to communicate with her and make progress together.

At this moment, Elsa looked like a queen, with a tall and agile body covered with black close-fitting soft armor and holding a thorn whip.

Similar to Sylvanas, the dark elf queen in his previous life's World of Warcraft, she has a unique allure.

Ron glanced from head to toe and shook his head slightly: "Not enough, your temperament and demeanor must be more aloof."

"Is that so, my savior?"

Aisha looked down at the person in front of her with a hint of disdain, exuding an aura that was not to be offended.

"That's right!"

Ron clapped his hands, very satisfied with the Goddess of Life's ability to understand.

He asked the other party to do so not simply for the sake of cosplay experience, but to create a new image for him and make him a two-in-one Eldar god.

Today, the Eldar are completely split into different branches. The Ark Eldar advocate restraint and reject pleasure and indulgence, while the Dark Eldar go in the exact opposite direction.

With the original appearance of the Goddess of Life, she might not be able to gain the faith of the Dark Eldar, so she must disguise herself.

For example, an image that is slightly more in line with the chaos side.

This god of the Eldar appears before the Eldar in two different forms to protect their souls.

The Goddess of Life had been imprisoned by the Lord of Joy and the Lord of Plague successively, and was unable to protect her people.

Now that she is within the protection of the Holy Sun, she can slowly exert influence on the Eldar.

Ron looked at Elsa, who was like the Queen of Darkness, and confirmed this image, which was quite exciting.

It is equivalent to a higher version of the Dark Eldar Succubus.

"Then... would this be better?"

Elsa has a cool attitude, and she changes into a version with lace and black stockings, which makes her even more attractive.

Ron looked at the goddess of life and frowned: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

These words made Elsa a little nervous.

She maintained her aloof demeanor and returned to her previous appearance as the Queen of Darkness.

"Serve me."

Ron said this while sitting on the throne made of vines and slightly changing his posture.

Ron spent a long time talking to the supreme god that the elves would believe in in the future, until he was exhausted.

It's not that he is not strong enough, but the power of the Goddess of Life is growing, and it is on the life side, so its recovery ability is much stronger than the little sun's essence.

Of course, after using the power of the dark side, his combat effectiveness is still not weak, but he is in an explosive flow and cannot maintain it for a long time.

Ron felt that he needed to absorb more faith to continue to become stronger, otherwise he would not be able to eat this free meal.

Moreover, such a relationship must be kept confidential.

Otherwise, if the elves knew that their gods had such a connection with the savior of mankind, they would faint from tears.

After Ron dealt with Aisha, he headed towards the Well of Life area.

The greenish spiritual energy spring water inside the Well of Life is crystal clear.

This artifact continuously collects the energy of the Goddess of Life, forming a kind of power that can protect the soul.

As the god of the elves, she has special power to protect the elves.

Not only that, there is another stream of energy from the little sun that meets it.

He injected his own energy into it so as to better exert his influence.

Soon, the special psychic power in the Well of Life will enter the bodies of the elves in the form of potion.

It is like the plague energy created by the Lord of Plague, which acts on the receptors in some way, affecting the matter and soul in reality.

hum~
A roar was heard.

The large subspace extraction device inside the Well of Life is extracting the energy therein into the real universe for utilization.

Ron didn't stay in the Garden of Life for long. After checking the condition of the Well of Life, he hurried back to the real universe.

He had to check on the progress of the research on the soul healing potion.

The Goddess of Life did provide relevant skills, but it is not so easy to produce the finished product in reality.
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Dream.

Ground floor, biopharmaceutical laboratory.

Ron took the elevator down nearly one kilometer and arrived at the deepest secret laboratory.

Over the years, there have been too many messy, forbidden laboratories hidden in his flagship that are invisible to the public.

It can be said that it brings together the most advanced technology in the galaxy.

This is also a more appropriate choice, a ship structure from the golden age that can resist more threats.

I travel through the galaxy all year round, and time is measured in years. I feel at ease only when these precious technologies remain with me.

Inside the biopharmaceutical laboratory.

Numerous energy channels transport special life energy from the subspace. Biological sages conduct their own research here, and the shrill wails of the Eldar aliens can be heard from time to time.

It is a painful torture that penetrates deep into the soul.

"Has the soul recovery potion taken effect?"

Ron asked anxiously as he looked at the great sage and laboratory director who was walking over.

I don't have that much time to wait.

No one knows when the great division in Comoros will end. Once the unrest subsides, I may lose this opportunity forever.

"Savior..."

While processing the data, the great sage reported respectfully: "The first batch of medicines has been manufactured and will soon enter the stage of human experiments."

"So fast?"

The progress of the drug research was somewhat beyond Ron's expectations.

He was quite satisfied: "Then let's arrange it. I will personally observe the process of the experiment."

Soon, everyone arrived at the laboratory where the Dark Eldar aliens were imprisoned.

He was a Dark Eldar assassin who was captured while trying to assassinate the Savior on Holy Terra, and was a perfect target for the experiment.

At this moment, the Dark Eldar were wailing miserably.

His whole body was in a state of decay; his face was old, his skin was withered, and even his teeth had fallen out.

Not only is the body in pain and decay, but the soul is also suffering.

The pain is chilling.

"Tsk, this is the fate of the Dark Eldar..."

Ron looked at this scene with some emotion.

Compared to humans, the Dark Eldar are extremely unlucky.

The Dark Eldar assassin's suffering was not caused by the laboratory, but by a congenital defect, forcing him to endure the decay of body and soul.

The older you are, the more serious this phenomenon becomes.

He did not have the protection of soul stones and soul circuits like the Ark Eldar, and was constantly being devoured and tortured by the evil energy of the Lord of Pleasure.

Even after death, there is no end.

The Lord of Pleasure will enslave their souls forever and ravage them to his heart's content.

In other words, you can neither live nor die.

But there must be something hateful about pitiful people, and these guys don't deserve any pity.

The Dark Eldar are among the most amoral beings in the galaxy.

In order to resist the corruption and torture of the Lord of Pleasure, they explored a completely different path.

That is to fill the emptiness of one's own soul that has been sucked away by inflicting pain and torture on the souls of other lives.

In other words, the Lord of Pleasure absorbs the souls of the Dark Eldar, and the Dark Eldar torture and absorb the souls of other lives to fill the gap.

Thereby prolonging one's life and never getting tired of it.

Their high-ranking members can even achieve theoretical immortality by absorbing souls.

For example, Victor, the supreme overlord of Comoros, used various techniques and sucked souls to live for tens of thousands of years.

Those members of the Dark Eldar are all obsessed with a decadent and extravagant lifestyle.

Cultural traditions include flesh carving, mass orgies, drug abuse, and so on.

However, Ron felt that humans had no right to despise the Dark Eldar.

From the perspective of the entire galaxy, in the eyes of other aliens, the Dark Eldar are the second most evil race after humans.

As for the Tyranids and the greenskins, they are more like some kind of uncivilized beasts.

Although the Dark Eldar would plunder other races, at least they would not torture the souls of their own people, nor would they take the initiative to destroy other alien civilizations.

In other words, the Dark Eldar were only going to rob in a wave, while humans were going to wipe out the land with bombardment.

Especially those extremists, who, upon smelling the scent of aliens, would go over and bomb the orbit of other people's planets, leaving nothing behind.

When they get ruthless, they will even exterminate their own people.

Moreover, humans have developed many uses for their own souls.

The most typical ones are psykers, cherubim, servitors, whippers, etc.

These beings are often put into various machines and endure endless pain in the name of faith.

The Tau, the moral role models in the galaxy, have strongly condemned this behavior, declaring that humans are the most cruel and evil race in the galaxy, bar none.

After visiting the Golden Throne, a Haemonculus Master praised it as the most magnificent and amazing machine of mental torture ever created.

Humbled.

If someone looks at the problem from a perspective beyond human tragedy, he will suddenly realize that I am the bad guy.
But Ron would not condemn it, it was all for survival.

In the past, humans had no choice.

Now that I have the opportunity, I hope that humans can become more and more civilized, and there is no need to be too extreme towards aliens. Those who should be killed should be killed, and those who should be utilized should be utilized.

"Great Sage, please speed up the experiment."

Ron urged.

He could see that the Dark Eldar assassin was about to die physically due to not absorbing souls for a long time.

My own laboratory does not have the body resurrection technology like the Haemonculi.

At that time, he would have to go to the Alien Inquisition to find a group of suitable experimental subjects.

Amidst everyone's tense mood, the robotic arm injected a tube of slightly green potion into the dying Dark Eldar assassin.

Waiting for the medicine to take effect.

After a few seconds, the Dark Eldar assassin's wailing stopped abruptly.

"Savior, we succeeded!"

The Great Sage's electronic voice was a little excited, and he quickly called up a number of data: "The decline of the subject's body and soul has temporarily stopped, and the pain has also been alleviated. Our soul healing potion has proven to be effective!"

"Then put it into production."

Ron gave the order without hesitation.

Anyway, these potions are used on Dark Eldar aliens, so as long as they are effective, it's fine.

Given their physical fitness and ability to transform themselves through torture, it doesn't matter if there are some side effects.

In the future, data can be collected and optimized through a large number of usage samples.

But after seeing the confused look on the Dark Eldar assassin's face, he suddenly stopped the order.

Ron frowned and looked at the great sage:
"Wait, we can't start production yet. We need to adjust the ingredients of the potion."

The Great Sage was puzzled: "Savior, the ingredients now are the best for the drug to be effective.

This is the blessing of the Mechanical Goddess. In the past, we had to conduct dozens of experiments to obtain such appropriate data. "

"But such a mild potion does not conform to the usage preferences of the Dark Eldar."

Ron has a strong product mindset. He thought about the problems in promoting potions and tried to create a product that the Dark Eldar would be unable to stop eating.

He pondered: "Can you add more stimulating or even irresistible ingredients without changing the efficacy of the drug, such as dozens of times the stimulant, or something painful?"

"Goddess of Machinery, this is a wonderful idea."

The great sage suddenly realized something, and several robotic arms frantically clicked on the input device of the data board.

He quickly retrieved large-scale data calculations and even took the time to post a question on a mechanical forum.

It didn't take long.

The great sage concluded: "Savior, we can meet your requirements and add more ingredients that will satisfy the Dark Eldar aliens into the soul recovery potion.

Perhaps some of our previously forbidden pharmaceutical techniques can be used as well."

The Great Sage summarizes the Savior's requirements and forms a final plan, and the color of the potion will turn dark red.

In addition to low-end mild medicines, high-end medicines contain many other irritating ingredients.

For example, extreme hallucinations, depression, pain, excitement, etc.

It can also be divided into different product lines and series, such as Poison Kiss, Blissful Dream, and Painful Hell, making it a popular product in the traditional culture of the Dark Eldar.

Of course, the main ingredients are still healing for the body and soul, and they are completely safe.

The milder versions of the potion can be supplied in large quantities to ordinary Dark Eldar, while the higher-end versions are used to harvest the wealthy and high-ranking classes.

Nothing is more precious than your own life.

Ron believed it.

Something like this that can save the souls of the Dark Eldar and create extreme experiences is bound to be very popular in the dark city of Comoros.

Once the soul healing potion flows into Commorra continuously, a large number of Dark Eldar users will be generated.

It will inevitably create an unstoppable influence.

Those dark elves got used to the healing effects of potions, and their previous method of torturing and absorbing souls to heal themselves became boring.

He will definitely cry and beg for his own potion.

The Redemption Conspiracy, which they created themselves and mastered the only way to produce the potion, could also flourish.

This is the true competitiveness of the Redemption Cabal.

"Those crappy ways of absorbing souls are so troublesome and not powerful enough. What's the point?"

Ron looked at the Dark Eldar assassin and smiled inexplicably: "Let the great savior save you and let you know what true excitement is."

As the true son of the Dark Eldar nobility, he will build a powerful conspiracy group and rule it.

In short, good days are coming for the dark city of Comoros.

The residents there don't have to worry about their souls dying from erosion, and they can use soul-healing potions to make a lot of money.

Shape their new lifestyle habits.

Instead of plundering slaves everywhere like before, and spending a lot of effort just to get those rotten souls to keep themselves alive.

He would like to see.

At that time, the dark elves will choose themselves and the goddess of life behind them, or the supreme overlord Victor.

in the following time.

The Dark Eldar assassin experiment subject tried all series of soul healing potions and was completely obsessed with soul healing and extreme experiences.

He even saw the god of the Eldar, the goddess of life Aisha in the form of the Dark Queen, in the deep illusion created by the potion.

Under the influence of the special life energy contained in the potion, he became its devout believer.

This result made Ron even more excited:

"Our Redemption Conspiracy can now attempt to march into Comoros!"

The only thing he lacks now is the shell of a conspiracy group, so maybe he needs to make a plan.
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Taiping star field, remote airspace.

A transport ship was hit by a Scythe jammer missile and its engine came to a standstill, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

whoosh-

The Dark Eldar's Thorn-class frigate roared over, and the missile just now was launched by this battleship.

The plunder ship was loaded with slaves and spoils and was about to return to its satellite territory.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a human transport ship and followed it greedily, hoping to seize more slaves as soul feed.

And more wealth.

However, the plunder ship was quite cautious and slowed down its flight speed after launching missiles to restrict the transport ship.

It seemed to be checking whether there was any danger around.

Inside the cabin hall.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the chains and cages colliding slightly.

"You devils, the Greater Good and the Savior will not allow such evil, you'd better release us and the other captives!"

In the cage, a shackled Tau was angry and heartbroken.

These damn Eldar pirates captured me and my people, and also imprisoned a lot of humans and green-skinned aliens with us.

"Shut that guy up."

Randall, the Archon of the Thorn Cabal, frowned slightly, and the next moment the Tau man's head turned into paste.

There was a smell of scorched earth and alkali salts, the smell of Tau blood.

He loved it.

Randall sat down at the dining table in the hall and enjoyed a cocktail of Tau blood and unknown brain matter.

The surroundings were still very noisy, a kind of lifeless groaning.

But these sounds did not come from the captives, but from the dining table in front of the archon and the chair under his buttocks.

It was a precious Haemonchal artifact, made of bones and leather pieced together from more than a dozen human skins.

Those poor fellows were still alive, their eyes wide and bloodshot, groans emanating from their dry mouths.

Randall usually likes to sit here and eat.

Although this set of furniture is a bit noisy, just sitting there can make the painful and tortured soul feel healed.

That kind of energy slows down aging and pain.

"You should drink some too."

Randall poured some cocktail into the mouth of the suffering face on the table with some evil taste.

This choked the unfortunate fellow, causing him to groan even louder.

Suddenly, he felt a sound of footsteps so light that it was almost imperceptible, and he immediately became alert.

That is a subconscious habit.

As the Archon of the Conspiracy, Randall has the most servants, the most dangerous and vicious spouse, and the most wealth.

If you were a little richer, you could afford a reliable hemolycan doctor.

But all this comes at a price, and the Archons face the most daily dangers.

For example, subordinates would mix poison into their food, use a knife to test the hardness of their necks, or there would be other accidents arranged by the archons of the conspiracy group.

If the conspiracy group becomes famous one day, they might even be invited by the Supreme Overlord Victor himself to have a cup of missing tea.

But he doesn't have that ability yet.

After Randall cut off the head of the previous Archon and became the new Archon, his only hope was to expand his own conspiracy.

It would be best if you could hire a master of the Haemonculus as your personal physician.

This way, even if you are torn to pieces, you don't have to worry about dying.

"My dear, you are always so quiet."

Randall suddenly hugged the witch Lemine who was walking towards him gently and pulled her into his arms.

That's his mistress.

These Comorian socialites and hot women of the Lilitu sisterhood always become the consul's bedmates, responsible for a series of tasks such as sleeping with him, testing poisons, and giving advice.

“What was the final revenue?”

Randall moved skillfully on the witch's body, while avoiding the poisonous blades hidden in certain parts.

"We haven't finished counting yet, my Lord Archon."

The witch whispered softly into Randall's ear, "We have currently harvested 50,000 slaves, two dragon bones of refined fuel, and more than 20 bundles of hallucinogenic silk stems.

You know, that thing is the most valuable.

Any port would love to have such a delightful thing."

The demon girl's ears turned red with excitement: "There is another good news, we captured a smuggling transport ship, the kind that was not escorted by any imperial frigates.

I'm afraid our gains this time will exceed your imagination!"

In her excitement, she grabbed the face on the leather of the dining table, piercing its eyeballs with her sharp nails, causing it to scream even more.

Blood spilled.

Randall didn't mind that his pampering ruined the beauty of his furniture.

If this robbery goes well, he will have enough wealth to buy a more precious home, such as a luxurious bedroom furniture made of thousands of human skins made by the Haemolings.

Includes a large bed and carpeted floor.

Being able to heal your soul in your sleep without having to dream those horrible nightmares of pleasure.

"We must remain vigilant."

Randall didn't let his luck go to his head.

He looked at the banshee and said, "Have the pilot survey the surrounding airspace again, and then organize a plundering team to enter from the side of the transport ship and seize control of the ship."

Shortly afterwards, Randall confirmed the airspace was clear.

The Thorn Cabal strikes.

He personally led the cabal warriors, snakemen, clawed terrors and other warriors aboard the Destroyer space assault sailboat and pounced on the lamb-like transport ship...

(End of this chapter)