Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 481 Victor: Savior, I want to see your pitiful appearance

"The Dark Eldar's entertainment model is still too primitive and poor..."

Ron flipped through the information about the Dark Eldar and shook his head.

It's not just the Dark Eldar.

At present, the entertainment model of the entire galaxy is not as good as the 2K era in my previous life.

Only the heretics who believe in the Lord of Pleasure can play a little bit.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Almost all races in the galaxy are facing cruel survival problems. They can’t even get enough food to eat and their personal safety is not guaranteed. How can they have the energy to develop the entertainment industry?
In particular, due to the existence of the Lord of Pleasure, the state religion further restricted pleasurable behavior, and entertainment methods were once again compressed.

In order to maintain their will, some believers not only do not enjoy entertainment, but also use whipping machines to whip their bodies from time to time.

Make yourself alert.

Although this may cause pleasure and thus depravity to people with certain tendencies.

The same is true for the Eldar.

They are targeted more than humans and are the primary targets of corruption by the Lord of Pleasure. They dare not even mention the name of that being.

It can only be replaced by the hungry lady.

The Ark Eldar choose to wear soul stones and practice abstinence to resist corruption, while the Dark Eldar choose to hide in the Webway and absorb souls to resist.

Once they stop absorbing souls, they will soon be taken away by the evil god.

Under such high-pressure conditions, the Dark Eldar had more ways to torture people, but their other forms of entertainment were quite primitive.

Even the arena is the oldest mode, with a bunch of people chopping and slashing at each other.

So, I have a chance to give them some strength.

The Dark Eldar use all kinds of torture just for the pleasure of healing that pitiful soul.

What if I gave them higher quality soul power and more diverse and enjoyable entertainment?

What will be the result?

"It feels great. I can finally let go this time!"

Ron was quite excited.

When I was in the Savior's territory before, I didn't dare to get involved in these entertainment industries, for fear of corrupting the atmosphere of the territory.

it's good now.

I can give full play to my abilities and enjoy myself on the Dark Eldar’s territory.

The appearance of the Eldar is no worse than that of humans, and the succubi of the Dark Eldar are even more amazing.

Ron marked the satellite district's development documents.

This paradise city will introduce modern entertainment management concepts, with the Death Arena and Soul Paradise as the core of its development, while also combining it with the gambling and credit industries.

Let the Dark Eldar have the most exciting experience.

Anyway, everyone can enjoy the carnival of the soul. If they have no money, they can borrow it. If they can't pay it back, they can sign a contract to sell themselves and work.

Absorb wealth and personnel on a large scale.

After Ron approved the document, he sent the satellite area renovation plan to Iris.

Let her organize the manpower to carry out the construction.

Iris already has her own secretarial team that can handle more affairs, and will gradually refer to the structure of the Ancient Elf Empire.

Several departments are set up to be responsible for corresponding affairs.

The Dark Eldar have inherited a lot of technology from the Ancient Eldar Empire. Their industrial base is stronger than that of humans, and they are able to build a prosperous territory.

But they were too lazy to do it and instead handed it over to half-dead slaves.

The slaves were of varying quality, some were missing limbs, and were tortured while working.

It's normal for everyone to die halfway through the work.

As for the management and construction of the city, there is even less.

It is basically in a chaotic and unmanaged state, with no one bothering to deal with the ruins and bones and flesh scattered everywhere.

The conspiracy groups in Comoros are killing each other. Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say. They only destroy and do not build.

If it weren't for the fact that all of Comoros' buildings were based on spirit bones, were huge in scale and could absorb energy and expand on their own, this area would have been destroyed long ago.

According to Ron's prediction.

If I could organize a basic city management system, combined with the Eldar's construction technology, millions of slaves, and some resources and manpower under my own command.

It is highly likely that all transformation goals can be completed within five years.

Of course, such a system cannot be too detailed and can only serve as a temporary team for construction.

In the future, various happy education and entertainment systems will be used to further undermine the combat effectiveness of the Dark Eldar.

Otherwise, truly make the Dark Eldar great again.

That would be troublesome.

"My lord, I will take care of it."

Iris received the documents and tried to get used to the new working mode: "We found a lot of working construction machines in the underground warehouses of various fortresses.

This will greatly increase the speed of our work.”

Her current job was different from what she had imagined before. It did not require her to prepare poisons, design murders or organize robberies, but to carry out construction.

The Lamienne witch was unable to understand such construction behavior.

The Dark Eldar basically live a life of plundering with no one knowing when their soul will be taken away.

And the Comoros, a huge ancient city that is constantly expanding and absorbing satellite areas, is a ready-made one.

They have little idea of ​​urban construction.

At most, they could build some weapons factories or flesh and blood workshops.

Anyway, as long as they have spaceships and military force, the wealth and resources in the cities of all races in the galaxy will belong to them.

They are able to raid and plunder the entire galaxy with ease using the Webway.

"Perhaps the ancient nobles do things differently from us."

Iris thought about it and didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

All he had to do was to obey the orders of Lord Asuman and get his rewards.

The enchantress walked away with graceful steps.

Nourished by the pure soul, she became younger and more beautiful.

This is why the Dark Eldar nobles are so obsessed with pure psychic energy.

Even if they absorbed a large amount of souls to get rid of the thirsty lady, they would still need more soul energy to maintain their bodies.

Ron's previous iron-blooded methods shocked the entire satellite area, making all ruling behaviors unusually smooth.

There was no hindrance in the issuance and execution of his orders.

After all, the bodies and heads of those archons and conspiracy warriors are still hanging in various areas.

However, while the construction activities were still being prepared, bad news came.

When the executive officers were purged, someone used special communications to contact Comoros's higher-ups, the Cabal, for help.

The conspiracy group received the message and led their fleet to retaliate aggressively!
In the conference hall.

Ron listened to the intelligence gathered by the snoop and remained silent.

Titus and other responsible persons also looked somewhat gloomy, and the atmosphere in the entire conference hall was depressing.

"My Lord, the Iron Thorn Conspiracy is a medium-sized conspiracy."

Iris looked solemn: "They have hundreds of thousands of soldiers and a large number of warships and heavy weapons. We in the satellite area have no way to fight against them."

Ron sighed and asked, "Can we completely block the port route and keep them out?"

"No, all medium-sized and larger conspiracies have relic-level guidestones that can ignore the route blockades of ordinary ports."

Ron frowned.

This is even worse news, which means that before he has enough strength, he will have no way to resist the arrival of other forces.

The hard work of building the satellite zone may end up serving the benefit of others.

This is also the reason why the Dark Eldar are unwilling to build. Looting is the norm here. They spend all their money on weapons and ships, and if they can't hold on any longer, they can just pack up and run away.

But if you invest it in the territory, it may all become someone else's.

Many behaviors are shaped by the environment.

It was as if in my previous life someone had mocked the people in some small countries for being lazy, eating wild bananas to fill their stomachs, and being unwilling to farm or build houses.

However, it’s not that they are lazy, but it’s not worth doing so.

After you have worked hard to open up new land and plant crops, before the crops even mature, they are eaten up by other crops.

Even in his own country, there have been incidents of crop looting. Who would dare to continue farming in such an environment?

This is the situation in Comoros.

The end result is that except for a few truly powerful conspiracy groups, all other conspiracy groups are engaged in zero-dollar shopping.

If you see good stuff in the galaxy or someone else’s territory, go grab some.

This is what Ron is really worried about.

Once the Iron Thorn Conspiracy entered this satellite area, they saw the supplies they had worked so hard to transport.

That's trouble.

Even if we repel them, those guys will spread the news.

Won’t there be more conspiracy groups coming to take advantage of the situation by then?
The Redemption Satellite Zone must accumulate enough strength and establish a strict defense system before it can show its wealth to the outside world.

The bigger trouble is that the staff under his command are not in place yet, let alone large-scale recruitment.

It might not even be able to stop the first wave of the Iron Thorn Conspiracy.

There is no way around it.

Ron couldn't just bring his organized army to the Redemption Satellite Zone, as this might expose his true identity.

The entire plan was ruined and there was no way to gain a foothold in Comoros anymore.

At present, his identity as a Dark Eldar descendant of the House of Asurman is particularly important and is the foundation of his rule.

If their identities were exposed, the Comoros forces would surely rise up and attack once they learned that humans had occupied the satellite area.

That was a war between the Dark Eldar and humans, and it would be difficult for him to gain an advantage in that war.

But if they occupy the satellite area as descendants of Asurman, then it will be a competition among the Dark Eldar, and they can develop according to the traditional rules of competition.

As long as you are strong enough to defeat the Supreme Overlord, it doesn't matter even if you rule Comoros.

Therefore, I must maintain this identity at all costs.

"Sir, please give the order."

The Nightmare Commander was ready for battle, and the other conspiracy leaders also looked over, waiting for the Archon's next order.

Either continue to garrison and fight, or abandon this satellite area, load up all your belongings and run away by ship.

They can all accept it.

Some people feel that the Redemption Cabal will not be able to hold the satellite area.

Running away is the best option.

But they dared not reveal such thoughts for fear of being treated cruelly.

That noble being probably couldn't tolerate such an act of fleeing without a fight.

After hesitating for a while, Ron issued an order for everyone to defend and build as many defensive positions as possible at the port dock.

It is impossible for him to give up on redeeming the satellite zone until the last moment.

If I abandon this place, I don’t know when I can find another suitable area.

By then, the chaos caused by the Comoros split might have ended, and it would have been even harder for me to have the opportunity to develop.

After the Archon issued the order, all commanders obeyed the instruction and moved all the weapons to the port area to build a defense line.

The last stand!
Ron looked at the commanders' departing backs, a trace of worry flashing across his eyes.

Fortunately, the Redemption Cabal is not in a losing situation.

Today, the Redemption Conspiracy has about 100,000 fighters and many armored units, and they are fighting at home.

As long as the Iron Thorn Conspiracy does not come out in full force, we can still stop them.

Moreover, he also made preparations for both scenarios in order to save the situation.

He returned to his office and worked hard, patiently waiting for the final results.

At the same time, inside the webway.

The black fleet belonging to the Iron Thorn Conspiracy is still moving forward, preparing to plunder the archon of the Redemption Conspiracy who is said to be very wealthy.

The consul was also a nobleman.

But for the conspiracy group, the powerless nobles are lambs to be slaughtered.

Perhaps you can also seize the other party's family inheritance through interrogation.

bang——

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. When the Iron Thorn Conspiracy's fleet passed a corner of the webway, it was rear-ended.

The battleship made of scrap metal seemed to be out of control and crashed towards them violently.

After that, there were more similar warships.

They broke up the fleet's formation and opened fire fiercely.

Those noisy bombers swooped down on one battleship after another, launching suicide attacks.

"Low beast!"

The Archon of the Iron Thorn Conspiracy was furious and tried to organize a counterattack, but it was too late.

"Waagh...black bean sprouts!"

The greenskins poured in from the breach above the ship like dumplings, almost drowning the ship.

A brutal fight broke out inside the entire ship.

But all these only made the greenskins more excited. The Iron Thorn Conspiracy was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and was defeated one after another.

Soon a ship crashed.

Just half a day later, the Iron Thorn Conspiracy's fleet was destroyed by the greenskins' attack.

Afterwards, the news spread in Comoros.

But it didn't cause much commotion, and no one was willing to go out and chase after this group of greenskins.

As long as the greenskins don't invade the main city of Comoros, the Eldar pirates won't care. Whoever encounters those brainless beasts will be in trouble anyway.

Occasionally they will use these mindless beasts to attack rival territories.

Eventually, the news reached the ears of the Supreme Overlord Asdubal Victor, but he didn't care at all.

He just said lightly: "How come these bastards are coming to the Comoros route again? Let our people be more careful..."

Such a small matter is not worth his trouble.

At this moment, Victor was wearing gorgeous robes, lying lazily on the throne, enjoying the oral service of the twin witches.

He was watching a killing show in the Cruel Castle, the most magnificent arena in the galaxy, where a tall succubus was dueling with a human salamander warrior.

The succubus used her superb skills to leave wounds on the body of the salamander warrior.

Causing cheers from the audience.

Victor didn't have much interest in this. Now the only thing that could attract his full attention was the duel with the owner of the arena, the succubus queen Lalith.

His attention had long been elsewhere, plotting one conspiracy after another to deal with the nobles who opposed him.

Now, Victor is thinking about the Savior.

The branch route of the Webway opened up by the Savior has intersected with the route to Comoros, which is an unbearable infringement.

He could not tolerate another king in the galaxy controlling so many webways.

Before, he had already signaled several conspiracy groups to cause sabotage, and even destroyed the opponent's node buildings with dark matter singularities.

"not enough……"

Victor's sharp nails drummed on the armrests of the chair, and more conspiracies flashed through his mind.

Perhaps, we can use the power of the devil.

He planned to lay out a complicated conspiracy, and then use the demonic frenzy in the Warp to overwhelm the Savior's Webway. He believed that the Chaos Gods would be interested in this scene.

The Supreme Overlord was kind of looking forward to seeing the Savior's pathetic expression after losing the Webway.

……

"Great!"

Iris excitedly reported the destruction of the Iron Spike Cabal fleet, and there was no sign of that group of greenskins invading the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Ron also had a smile on his face, but he wasn't as excited as one might imagine.

That was the Steel-Tooth Greenskin Army he had arranged, responsible for blocking the invading fleet on the route.

Fortunately, those guys arrived in time.

He inquired, "Do you know the route to the Ironthorn Cabal satellite area?"

Generally, larger conspiracy groups have their own satellite areas.

"Feel sorry……"

Iris felt guilty for her unprofessionalism: "I was so happy that I almost forgot about this important matter. I will arrange the looting operation right away!"

The Iron Thorn Conspiracy has been badly damaged, so this is a good opportunity to go and plunder. Perhaps other conspiracy groups have already gone there to steal things.

If we rush over now, maybe we can get some benefits and grab some slaves to help with the construction.

"Please arrange for someone suitable. I have something else to do so I won't go."

After Ron said this, he walked out of the fortress with his personal bodyguard Titus.

As soon as he came out, he saw a ferocious-looking blood-ringer.

The Haemonchi's body was covered in blood and flesh residue, with several glass jars filled with souls stuck in his back, and his six arms had been transformed into deformed appearances of different races.

There is also a long scorpion tail coiled under its feet.

Such flesh-and-blood artists are a terrible threat wherever they appear.

They see the galaxy as one giant banquet hall, and humans, Necrons, Tau, and Greenskins are all their material to be toyed with as they please.

Even some high-ranking warriors could not escape the fate of being dismembered and studied.

Even the archons of the conspiracy group would respect these flesh-and-blood artists and would not dare to show any disrespect to them.

When the Blood Orc saw Ron, he turned his head 180 degrees and revealed a ferocious smile.

"Hello, Lord Archon!"

His scorpion tail stood up high, as if in salute: "Kronni has been waiting for you for a long time!"

This high-ranking member of the Haemonchia Guild had no pride towards his employer at all, like a bootlicker.

That's also something that can't be helped.

Kraney has been stuck at his current level for too long, and is just one step away from becoming a Haemolycod Master.

However, the Tyranid Flesh and Blood Project he was researching was too unpopular and costly, so no employer was willing to fund his research.

Furthermore, due to poverty, they had to move the laboratory from the main city of Comoros to the satellite area to reduce the competition they faced.

But life is still not easy.

Now Cronny finally met a descendant of a noble family, a local tycoon, and a great enemy.

The other party not only provided his purest soul as flesh and blood material, but also provided any necessary resources.

Must we be respectful?

He even worried that the other party would regret it and terminate the contract because he thought his research was meaningless.

Ron didn't say anything, but nodded slightly. The Haemolyx wisely made way for him and kept a slight distance from him.

So as to avoid the smell of medicine on your body affecting your employer's good mood.

Ron walked towards the area where the aircraft were parked, while Titus and Craney followed silently behind him, one on each side.

It was clear that Cronney had something to say, but was hesitant about how to bring it up.

Ron glanced at the Haemolyx and said, "The bugs you need will be delivered soon, including a large mutant tyrant."

"I have no way of repaying your generosity!"

Crane excitedly spit out his hideous mouthparts: "If necessary, I will sew up your body for free, so that you can perfectly revive... revive..."

He realized that this was not very polite and began to stutter.

While stitching together corpses and resurrecting them for their employers is a primary service of the Haemonculi, no Archon wishes to ever use their services.

Ron didn't mind the words.

If he had the chance in the future, he would like to experience the Dark Eldar's resurrection technology and see what the process is.

Afterwards, the group boarded the aircraft and flew to the only arena in the satellite area.

If we were to select the most popular industry of the Dark Eldar, the Death Arena would definitely rank at the top; it is simply a den of gold for high-level beings.

Various witch cults used it to amass huge wealth and create unparalleled influence.

That is also the key project that the Redemption Satellite District wants to build.

The purpose of Ron's trip was to inspect the arena.

The best outcome would be to take down the arena and the succubus in it together.

(End of this chapter)