Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 480 Savior: Goal, to build a satellite zone with Comoros characteristics!
Thorn-class frigate.

The Archon's Palace, the Great Hall.

Ron looked at the witch Lemien beside him:

"Iris, from now on you will be my personal advisor. I hope you can help me manage the conspiracy."

He needed an assistant who was familiar with Comoros and the surrounding satellite areas, and these socialites of the Lilitu Sisterhood were the best candidates.

They possess extremely tempting lust, are able to make and identify poisons, and have learned a lot about the dark city.

Able to help yourself handle many affairs.

"Sir, maybe I can help you more, including anything..."

Elise mustered up the courage to approach, showing off herself to the fullest, hoping to gain more favor from the descendants of Asurman.

The smell of that adult intoxicated her.

But Iris quickly stopped, and the other party's cold eyes extinguished the flame of lust in her heart.

All illusions were shattered.

She lowered her head in shame, knowing that she was not worthy of him and that even getting close would be a blasphemy.

"I swear on my soul that I will fulfill my duties as an assistant." Iris regained her elegant demeanor as a witch and said respectfully.

Among the Dark Eldar, swearing on one's soul is one of the most solemn and unbreakable oaths. Everyone knows what will happen to a soul once it falls into the hands of the Hungry Lady, the Lord of Pleasure.

"Your efforts will be rewarded accordingly."

Ron was very satisfied with the sense of boundaries of this witch, she was a smart person.

"Oh, it hurts so much..."

"very hungry."

"Emperor, who is going to kill me?"

As we got deeper into the hall, the painful groans coming from the humans became louder and louder.

Ron discovered the source of the sound. It was a set of furniture made of living human skin. More than a dozen humans were sewn together.

The dry mouth wailed helplessly.

He frowned, feeling angry and a little sad.

This is what humans face in the galaxy. In addition to natural disasters and hunger, they are also subjected to cruel torture by ignorant religious superstitions and heretical aliens.

bang——

A dark matter beam hits and destroys the furniture, ending the poor people's suffering.

Ron deadpanned:

"Destroy all such creations in my chambers. I do not like such low-grade, vile, and noisy things."

He is unable to eliminate the phenomenon of the Dark Eldar torturing humanity for the time being, but once he gains more power and wealth, he will be able to create new products to replace these things.

If these soul furniture become worthless, naturally no one will make them.

As for directly annihilating the Dark Eldar, the Empire does not have the ability to do so. Even if it had this strength, it would not have fallen to its current state.

Not to mention that the Dark Eldar inherited a more complete set of technological relics from the ancient Eldar Empire, and can also escape with the help of complex webways.

If the Empire destroys the Dark Eldar on a large scale, the Ark Eldar will not allow this to happen, and it will inevitably trigger a larger-scale war.

This is a result that neither side can bear.

The best way is to slowly gain control of their economy and beliefs, and then change and weaken them step by step.

By boiling the frog in warm water, it becomes weak and even dies.

Ron came to a bloody machine that looked like a hookah and was glowing with a faint light. He could vaguely see the energy bubbling in the tank.

He grabbed the tube connected to the machine and took a breath, and the slightly groaning, smelly smoke rushed into his nostrils.

At the same time, he could feel a small amount of soul entering his body, giving him a little power to heal his soul.

This should be one of the Archon's most valuable assets, storing a large amount of souls that can be consumed.

Those high-ranking beings of the Dark Eldar love to enjoy these tortured souls, which is considered their favorite health-preserving and entertainment activity.

Unfortunately, in Ron's opinion, this was too low-level.

Whether it is the intensity of soul or life energy, the speed of effectiveness, or the entertainment effect, it is not as good as his own soul potion.

The quality of the soul in this machine is at most equivalent to level 4-5 soul potion, and it is boring.

Ron also destroyed the bloody machine to keep his residence more peaceful.

"It's really a pity..."

Iris felt more and more distressed as she watched this scene.

Precious wealth was destroyed just like that. Even after serving for decades, he could not gain so many souls.

But she could understand.

Because the higher the rank of the nobility, the less they can tolerate inferior products, as this would undermine their nobility.

These things are indeed not worthy of the descendants of Asurman. Perhaps only the top-level soul creations made by the Haemonculus masters can catch his eye.

Iris and her servants cleaned up the palace thoroughly, and moved away and destroyed all the soul creations that might cause disgust to the descendants of Asurman.

Afterwards, she respectfully took her leave.

This La Mien witch had lost her status as a favorite concubine and was no longer qualified to stay in this palace.

Before the palace door was closed.

Iris received a reward, a crystal clear pure soul potion sealed in a crystal jar, with an imprint engraved in ancient Eldar language on it.

"Blissful Dream, seventh level?"

She held the soul potion carefully, trying to identify the mark on it.

This was undoubtedly an expensive and luxurious soul product. Iris had never seen it before, and she had never been qualified to enjoy a soul of this quality.

Perhaps, following this descendant of Asurman is his greatest luck.

Iris couldn't wait to return to her residence and inject the soul into the storage machine.

In order to prevent the pure soul potion from being contaminated, she even endured the pain and absorbed all the souls she had previously stored at once.

After the soul potion called "Elysian Fantasy" was injected into the machine, a faint pink light flickered faintly in the glass jar, which was so charming.

“I wonder how delicious such a pure soul is?”

Iris took a deep breath and tentatively absorbed a little pure soul.

In an instant.

The incomparable healing pleasure spreads throughout the body without any delay.

The temptress could feel her soul, which had been shrunken by the Lady of Thirst, becoming fuller and the pain of being eroded dissipating.

Then, a dreamlike feeling came over me.

That is an intense healing that no other soul can give.

If the effect of the Dark Eldar absorbing souls in the past was a stream, then the soul potion given by the descendants of Asurman was a surging wave.

Iris, the enchantress who has been serving in the satellite area, has never experienced such healing joy.

In other words, even the adults in the noble district of Comoros probably don't have many opportunities to enjoy such a pure and wonderful soul.

She was trembling all over and was suddenly knocked unconscious.

After that, Iris fell into a deeper dream.

In her dream, she saw a great being, the ancient Eldar god - Aisha.

That being sat in the mists, like a queen of darkness, promising the Eldar more salvation and happiness.

After waking up the next day.

Iris was full of energy. The pain in her soul that had accumulated over the years had healed a lot, and even her wrinkles had disappeared.

She became more beautiful.

The Dark Eldar are able to absorb souls to make themselves younger and more powerful, especially those that are pure.

Elise realized that this gift was more valuable than she had imagined.

She devoted more loyalty and enthusiasm to serving the descendant of Asurman, hoping to receive more rewards.

At the same time, secretly worship the goddess of life.

With Iris's assistance, Ron quickly became familiar with the affairs of the conspiracy, and the Thorn Conspiracy was renamed the Redemption Conspiracy.

Soon, the ship arrived at an ancient webway entrance and headed towards the satellite area where the Thorn Cabal was stationed.
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Strange webway.

The Thorn-class frigate that Ron and his crew were on was guided by the guide stones as it shuttled through the dilapidated remains of the city.

Those ancient cities were so magnificent that large ships could pass through them with ease.

Soon, the waystone locked onto a glowing beacon, linking it to the ship.

next moment.

The Thorn-class frigate seemed to have entered a bubble of different dimensions, but soon returned to the real space.

It slowly slowed down and landed at the entrance of the dock, with other looting ships visible nearby.

"finally reached……"

Ron set foot in the satellite area belonging to Comoros, which was emitting a faint red light all the time.

The light from the dead star illuminated everything. Looking into the distance, he could vaguely see a huge, inverted shadow.

Although he couldn't see clearly what it was, Ron knew it was Comoros.

If Comoros is a giant bubble in the Webway, then thousands or even more satellite areas are small bubbles that are constantly being included in the influence of the Dark City.

Each satellite region has access to the Comoros and vice versa.

Residents of the Comoros occasionally visit some distinctive satellite areas to enjoy delicious soul service.

There are hundreds or thousands of light years between them, but webway technology can make any distance close at hand.

"I don't know what that city looks like."

Ron stared at Comoros's shadow intently, feeling quite emotional.

He had read some written materials, but he had no concrete impression of what the city really looked like.

That is the place they need to conquer, and it is also the dream of most satellite area conspiracies, hoping to occupy a place in that city that is many times larger than any planet.

But he can't go yet.

The Supreme Overlord Victor and the Black Heart Conspiracy have extremely strong control over Comoros, and our small number of people will not be able to cause any trouble if they go there.

There is no way to develop.

Once targeted by that despicable and experienced conspirator, I'm afraid nothing will be left.

Ron's plan is to occupy this satellite area and invest a lot of his own resources to build an unbreakable satellite area base.

Then, a large number of soul potions were produced to absorb and attract more and stronger powers.

Once we have accumulated enough strength, we will move towards Comoros, where we can attack or defend.

The risks involved are not low either.

If some forces associated with Black Heart or other powerful conspiracy groups tip off during the process of occupying the satellite area, the situation will become extremely difficult.

Therefore, the action to occupy the satellite area must be quick and decisive.

"Iris, this place is even more barren than I thought..." Ron sighed slightly as he walked on the ruins.

“Sir, this satellite area is quite large, but it is full of abandoned areas and is quite remote, so no one wants to come here.

Even the cabal is pitifully small.”

Iris has some low self-esteem.

The Thorn Conspiracy led by Randall was driven to this satellite area with little presence because they couldn't make it in other places.

This unwanted witch was hired by Archon Randall at a low price and now had someone to serve.

The Thorn Cabal she serves is also at the bottom of this satellite area.

Simply put, the Thorn Conspiracy and Iris herself are the poorest of the poor, but now they are hooking up with a super rich man.

Became a member of the Redemption Conspiracy.

Elise thought of something.

She looked at Ron with eyes that sparkled and full of longing: "Sir, you can make this satellite area prosperous, right?"

This descendant of Asuman did not go directly to the main city of Comoros, probably because he wanted to build his own private territory, like those large conspiracies.

Iris was born in this satellite area and she also hopes that it will prosper and become one of the paradises of Comoros.

Ron couldn't deny that this was why he chose the Poor Conspiracy as his target.

Such small forces and satellite areas with no sense of presence are easier to control and develop.

Any disturbance in those big places will be immediately noticed by the big forces.

It's not easy to get away from it.

Ron passed through several intricate streets one after another, and saw piles of bones and flesh everywhere, as well as several platforms selling slaves.

Those iron cages contained humans, Tau people, or skinny greenskins, as well as some unknown alien races.

Sly-eyed vendors roam everywhere, selling all sorts of so-called Elven artifacts, claiming they can heal the soul.

Some areas that are decorated with living creatures are occupied by flesh sculptors.

Ron walked forward curiously and took a look.

The skinny flesh-sculptor was fusing bright blue feathers into the body of a Dark Eldar woman.

The child next to him might be his adopted daughter, whose skin has been remade into mottled snake scales.

After that, he visited the dens and taverns that provided soul-stirring narcotics.

As for the soul and flesh engine factories further away, we did not go to see them. It is said that slaves of various races are working there.

The mortality rate is very high.

Ron could feel that the people here were quite in awe of him.

People dared not show any disrespect to this consul who looked noble and exuded the fragrance of a luxurious soul.

I didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

At the same time, there are more hidden eyes watching from a distance.

Those were spies sent by other conspiracies.

Soon, all the conspiracy groups in the satellite area knew that Randall was dead and a man who looked more ruthless and difficult to deal with took his place.

The noble appearance of the consul and the power he may have behind him are even more frightening.

For a time, the conspiracy groups in the satellite area gathered their own think tanks.

Discuss countermeasures.

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The Redemption Cabal's headquarters.

This is a fortress made of metal and skeletons, with a spire on top that is characteristic of the Eldar. Only the Archons are qualified to live in the spire.

Ron had no interest in observing the fortress, but immediately summoned all the armed forces.

Today, the Redemption Cabal has dozens of Serpent-Man bodyguards, hundreds of Cabal warriors, and even more Urguls, Ether Hounds, Claw Terrors, and Slave Cannon Fodder troops.

There are also several pain engines produced by the Haemonculus Guild.

These forces are too few and not enough to fight against other conspiracy groups.

Fortunately, he brought a group of his own forces in the name of mercenaries.

For example, the number one bodyguard Titus and dozens of elite fear warriors.

Now these Dread Warriors have become a well-known mercenary group in the galaxy, and they can kill anything except humans.

If the reward is enough, even the Chaos Demon will be no problem.

At first, Titus didn't get along well with those guys, but with Ron's mediation, the genetic offspring also promised to cooperate with the operation.

After all, this operation is aimed at attacking the Dark Eldar aliens.

hum~
Ron's communicator received the latest intelligence from the spies, and the last looting team that went out also returned to the satellite area.

That means all the Archons in the area are here.

He gave the order to the Dark Eldar forces of the Kabal:
"Block the satellite area's docks and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving until I issue an order to lift the ban."

Then, he looked at Titus and the fear warriors behind him: "Bring me the heads of all the archons in this satellite area!"

Ron plans to swallow up all the conspiracy groups in one go and completely occupy this satellite area.

Titus nodded solemnly and led the Dread Warriors away.

Soon after, the sounds of fighting and gunfire filled many areas.

These violent warriors implemented the most radical boarding and decapitation tactics, and they directly killed their way into the core of the fortress of other conspiracies.

The Dark Eldar were hacked to pieces and cried for their parents, if they had any.

Just two days later.

Ron saw the heads of the archons.

Under the attack of the third-level soul potion, the work of gathering the armed forces of other conspiracy groups also went very smoothly.

The armed conspirators were also afraid that their noble descendant of Asurman would reject their allegiance.

Everyone knows how important it is to follow a good consul.

“You guys did a great job.”

Ron praised all the fighters who took part in the decapitation, especially Titus.

After the soldiers left.

He returned to the office and continued to look through the documents.

The document, titled "Five-Year Plan for Building a Characteristic Satellite Zone in Comoros," was one of the things this savior was best at.

Ron wanted to create a dreamlike satellite zone of bliss to conquer the Dark Eldar in their areas of expertise.

He frowned slightly: "I hope this will go well..."

at the same time.

A black fleet is speeding towards this satellite area.

(End of this chapter)