Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 479 Savior: Let those lowly people in Comoros see what true nobility is!

Boom boom boom——

The Thorn-class frigate fired more than a dozen sickle-shaped missiles, completely destroying the pitiful remaining shields and main turrets of the human smuggling transport ship.

Seven assault sailboats carrying boarding troops activated their mimicry engines, shielding themselves from electromagnetic frequencies and blending into the night sky.

They quickly approached the transport ship and used dark matter beams to melt holes in the armor one after another.

Soon, the boarding troops on the assault sailboats drove in in Destroyer aircraft, bombing the facilities along the way and clearing out any resistance forces.

The simple defense system in the transport ship was unable to stop them, and the armed servants fell one after another.

The eyeless Ughur ghouls rely on their keen sense of smell to find their way to the bridge.

The warriors of the conspiracy are like dancers in the dark, destroying the enemy's vital parts with gorgeous scimitars, daggers or any weapons.

Their advance was swift, clearing a safe path for the Archons.

hiss~
The snake-man bodyguard followed a nightmare warrior, crawling forward, vigilantly searching for any traces.

"My dear, this ship is more valuable than I expected..."

Randall uses the newsletter to flirt with his favorite.

The Archon was covered in hideous, slender black armor and slowly floated into the cabin with the help of anti-gravity facilities.

He didn't like to set foot in the slaves' quarters, as that would undermine his own nobility.

Randall looked at the blood of the robot servant mixed with machine oil flowing on the ground and couldn't help but despise it.

Humans are an inferior race.

Their blood was not worth mentioning and was only fit to be used as material for slaves and soul furniture. In fact, he would rather call those guys tender-skinned beasts.

It is best to peel off the skin completely and use it to make furniture.

"Hurry up and finish this job, you bastards. We have to get back as soon as possible."

Randall urged.

He hoped to return to his own plunder ship's bedroom as soon as possible and enjoy the painful howlings of the beasts on the soul furniture.

However, as the raiding party advanced deeper, the Archon grew uneasy.

Except for the first robot servant.

They seemed to find no "tender beasts" or any valuable cargo.

What about the crew and escort on the transport ship?

"Master, the prey is still alive. They just left..."

The snake bodyguard uttered clumsy and stiff Eldar language from his sharp-toothed mouth, as if warning someone of something.

More information came in, pointing to one conclusion - it was an empty ship.

"No, it's a trap!"

Randall's heart suddenly tightened when he heard this.

He was extremely alert and immediately gave the order to retreat: "Everyone retreat, return to our ship!"

It's a pity it's too late.

A gentle voice came out from the entire ship's broadcast communication at the same time, speaking the ancient Eldar noble language: "Sorry, an unknown archon.

I am the rescuer... Ahem, I am a descendant of the noble Asuman family - Raphael Asuman..."

Roan spoke in the Eldar tongue of his disguised identity, a descendant of Asurman, an ancient Eldar family that could be traced back to the War in Heaven and has now disappeared without a trace.

The name "Raphael" means "god-like savior" in the Eldar language.

He continued: "I'm sorry, this is a trap. We will take away your ship and everything. As compensation, I will kindly give you a small gift..."

This sudden change caught the entire robbery team off guard.

The fear of the unknown and out of control is spreading.

"damn it!"

Randall contacted his mistress, the seductress named Lemine, without any hesitation.

He roared, "Iris, activate all defense systems. We have fallen into another executive's trap. They want to seize the ship!"

In his opinion, only another consul would dare to frame him in this way.

However, a familiar voice came from the other side of the communicator, exactly the same as the one on the radio: "Who are you looking for, Iris?
Oh, that little sweetheart is in my arms, Ms. Iris, someone seems to be looking for you..."

The communicator seemed to be stuffed into the witch's arms.

But Iris seemed to be ravaged by big hands, making some unclear sounds, like pain and groaning.

She had no way of answering the call.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Randall flushed completely and crushed the communicator violently, his lungs feeling like they were about to explode from holding the air.

He had never been humiliated like this since he was born, like a clown in a theater.

"Plunder Team, follow me back and cut that damn bastard into pieces!"

Randall tightly grasped the poisonous blade in his hand and vowed to give the Archon named "Raphael" the most horrific pain in the galaxy.

He wanted to chop the other party into a human pig and hand him over to the Haemolings to be made into a toilet, so that he would bear the slaves' filthy excrement forever!

Woo~
Before Randall and others could rush back to the entrance, a shrill alarm sounded in the cabin.

That was a small gift left by Ron, and the self-destruct program was activated.

Even more terrifying is that many areas of the ship are filled with highly explosives.

"***!"

The consul cursed in shock, and in fear, he and the raiding team were engulfed in the flames of the explosion.

The entire transport ship was destroyed in the violent explosion, along with all the lives aboard.

ho-

Half of Randall's body flew away with the fragments of the explosion.
He breathed hard, his body gradually repairing itself with the help of the soul machine, and at the same time he realized that he was drifting towards the plundering ship.

This couldn't help but give him a glimmer of hope.

As long as I can get back on the boat, there is still a chance!

But the next moment, the consul saw a desperate scene.

A figure was watching him from the observation porthole of the plundering ship. It was the conspirator who had designed him!
At this moment, the guy was hugging Iris and nodding slightly towards this side.

It's like saying goodbye.

The plunder ship's engines suddenly lit up and then entered high-speed flight mode.

Randall was also blown into the boundless galactic void by the flames.

"No!"

He realized that the nearest planet was hundreds of light years away, and he became increasingly angry and desperate.

The Archon, who had tortured countless lives, would drift alone in the void, trapped in endless captivity until his soul was completely devoured by the hungry lady.

……

The Thorn-class frigate flies at high speed.

Inside the ship's cabin.

"A devil more terrible than Mandela!"

A bloody killing was going on, but the killers were not the Eldar pirates, but an extremely dangerous human warrior.

The former abuser has become a weak lamb.

In the hall, bloody and fleshy remains were scattered all over the floor.

A nightmare warrior roared and swung his sword in an attempt to fight back and chop off the enemy's head.

They are one of the most elite troops in Comoros, a brutally trained killing machine, and a warrior group famous throughout the galaxy.

Since in Dark Eldar society, one's personal status can only be improved by killing superiors, most Archons will not entrust security tasks to members of the conspiracy.

Armed groups like Nightmare, which are completely neutral, highly contractual and powerful, are very popular in the mercenary market in Comoros.

They are one of the best choices for bodyguards.

Randall spent a huge amount of money to hire two nightmare warriors as bodyguards. One followed him onto the transport ship and died, while the other stayed on the plundering ship to protect the spoils.

However, the hostile archon used teleportation to board the ship and quickly occupied the bridge.

He ordered everyone to submit.

The Nightmare Warrior refused this order that violated the contract and led a group of warriors to resist.

But they soon realized that they were facing a terrifying killing beast.

The Nightmare Warrior's blade shattered, followed by a heavy blow that made him dizzy.

Afterwards, his head was grabbed by a pair of big hands and twisted off.

Dark red blood covered the human warrior's body, and the blood slowly flowed down the scar on his face, making him look even more terrifying. An elite warrior of the Dark Eldar died just like that, without any ability to fight back, and completely shocked the other warriors of the conspiracy.

"That's enough, Titus."

Ron's voice was heard, stopping the warrior's actions before he could kill all the warriors.

He looked at this tough guy who could tear a big demon apart with his bare hands and felt quite satisfied.

My investment is totally worth it.

Now, all of Titus' legendary equipment has been modified into the style of the Dark Eldar, making him look even more violent.

He now appears as a bodyguard for his own Dark Eldar clone.

This kind of identity is normal.

Comoros is a trading port dominated by the Dark Eldar. Their trading partners are spread all over the galaxy, and almost all races have trade relations with them.

There are also many human and alien mercenaries and pirates serving them.

Therefore, the Archons will choose various powerful beings as their bodyguards.

If you are wealthy enough, you can even hire some poor Space Marine chapters to help you deal with your opponents.

Given such a social environment.

Ron was able to more boldly incorporate his own warriors into the Redemption Conspiracy as mercenaries.

For example, Titus, the Dread Warrior, or the Greenskin, etc.

Now, what he urgently needs to solve is the problem of his own identity.

He had to become a true Archon of the Cabal, with a territory and his own team of Dark Eldar.

Only then can we continue to attract more people and gather wealth to hire more Dark Eldar forces.

Let them serve themselves.

"You should feel lucky..."

Ron slowly walked out of the darkness and came in front of everyone, every movement was so graceful.

He glanced at the Kabal warriors and said in the ancient accent he had learned from Elsa:

“You lowly fellows got rid of that rubbish Randall and welcomed the truly noble Archon, a descendant of the House of Asurman.

The great Raphael Asurman, the future Supreme King.

If I hadn't had anyone to use, you wouldn't have received any attention even if you knelt on the ground and begged."

"The Asurman family?"

When Iris heard this term, her eyes widened and she subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands.

As a Lamien witch of the Lilitu Sisterhood, she had studied the epics of the Ancient Elf Empire and knew the legends of this ancient family.

The Asurman family can be traced back to the glorious period of the ancient Eldar Empire. The family name is even more related to the Eldar's ancient goddess of life, Aisha, and they have served as noble priests for generations.

Unfortunately, after the disaster that led to the fall of the Eldar, the Asurman family disappeared without a trace.

Legend has it that the family perished after the fall of the gods, and there is also information that they are hiding deep in the ruins somewhere.

Iris looked at the man who had hurt her not long ago, her eyes shining slightly.

This being does look like a descendant of a noble and ancient family.

He was taller than the average Dark Eldar, and his skin was slightly pale instead of simply brown-black.

The gorgeous robe the other person was wearing was of the style of the Ancient Spirit Empire, and the material of the clothes was a precious and lost craft.

Adventurers in Comoros can occasionally find pieces of cloth in the ruins and sell these precious relics to nobles.

The nobles would fill their clothes with it as a luxurious decoration.

"Is that... the purest soul energy?"

Iris sniffed and smelled the scent of this descendant of Asurman.

She suddenly felt an unbearable desire and became more and more shocked.

That was pure soul energy. He had only smelled this scent briefly once when he passed by the workshop of a certain Haemonchi master.

vivid memory.

But the pure soul fragrance emanating from this descendant of Asurman was many times stronger and more alluring than that fragrance.

That was something that any noble would greedily inhale, and yet he actually let it evaporate around him like that. It was so extravagant that it was unbelievable!
That was just a special soul perfume that Ron concentrated and extracted using soul healing potion.

The pure energy from the Eldar Goddess of Life is simply a racial special attack.

If it weren't for something as incredible as the subspace extraction device, there would be no way to bring special life energy into the real universe.

Soul perfume is mainly used to enhance your status.

He hoped that wherever he went, he would leave behind the luxurious fragrance of the soul, and that this extremely precious, life-saving thing would evaporate in the air all the time.

Make the Dark Eldar envious, jealous, and hateful, shed tears of inferiority, and even lick the path you have walked.

This is true nobility.

In fact, Ron's identity is not a disguise, but a deliberate lowering of his status in order to avoid influence.

The so-called Asurman family is just a family favored by the Eldar gods.

And he himself is a person who has worshipped the gods of the Eldar. From a certain perspective, shouldn't he be able to defeat the so-called Asurman family?
Of course, after the great disaster when the Lord of Pleasure was born and the long period of time that passed, Aisha's faith in the Eldar is now almost non-existent.

Recovery needs to be done slowly.

Today, the nobles in the dark city of Comoros are all impoverished people.

The supreme overlord Asdubal Victor was born a slave. How could he be compared with the descendant of an ancient family like himself?

Soon, I will show those lowly people in Comoros what a true nobility is.

Iris' voice was a little hoarse, and she couldn't help but kneel on the ground:
"Ah... Lord Asurman, I, the Remine Siren Iris of the Lilitu Sisterhood, am willing to serve you."

The warriors of the conspiracy group also realized the nobility of the people in front of them, and they all knelt on one knee and bowed their heads, performing the etiquette of the Eldar.

To show submission.

Even the hound-like Ugur zombie was slapped by the warrior next to him. It whimpered, lowered its head and fell to the ground with its butt sticking up.

The warriors lowered their heads and breathed in hard, trying to absorb more of the soul power in the air.

But they didn't dare to make any big moves for fear of angering this adult.

They knew that the tempers of the nobles were more terrible than those of the most ruthless archons, and they did not want to be made into strange objects.

Suffer eternal torture.

Although the warriors of Comoros like to kill their superiors and replace them, they still dare not offend those whose abilities and status far exceed their own.

It’s like people will obey the Supreme Overlord Victor, even if it means death.

Because the consequences of defying that overlord are far more terrible than death.

Ron showed no expression, but looked at the dirty ground covered with corpses with disgust: "Clean this place up, these things are yours."

He pointed lightly, then turned and walked towards the Archon's room.

Titus stared at the warriors as he dumped a box of soul-healing potion onto the filthy ground like he was taking out the trash.

Then he turned and followed the adult.

Iris looked at the medicine sealed in a test tube on the ground with a slight sediment, her eyes full of desire.

There is high-quality soul power in there.

Even if you do it yourself, you will need to accumulate resources for several months to exchange it!
In fact, it is a relatively low-end medicine.

Ron took the advice of a wise counselor and adjusted the soul potion.

The lowest-end version of the potion is a massively diluted version, containing only trace amounts of life or soul energy, and has only a slight healing effect.

Except for a small amount of medicinal effects, the rest are chemical products that are not poisonous enough to kill people.

After that, the higher the level of the potion, the more complete the efficacy, and the more powerful and stimulating substances will be added.

From low-end diluted to high-end concentrated versions, it is divided into about ten levels, and there are different series.

What is now bestowed upon these low-level warriors are merely low-end third-level products.

Iris hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to pick them up. The adult didn't say he would give them to her.

She knew what she had to do and quickly followed the adult.

The warriors didn't dare to pick it up because the ground had not been cleaned yet.

They tried their best to clean up the body parts and blood on the ground as desperately as possible, hoping to get the treasure quickly.

It was almost licked with the tongue.

No one would be foolish enough to anger that being, and even those foolish enough would not have survived to this day in a dark place like Comoros.

Everybody knows.

As long as he serves well, the noble descendant of the Asurman family will give him more and purer souls.

All they need to do is give everything and get the approval of that adult!
(End of this chapter)