Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 482: Salamander Sarkhan: Hiss, there is something wrong with this Eldar alien territory!
Redemption Satellite Zone, Shadow Death Arena.

Ron's aircraft landed in the VIP area of ​​the arena, and then took Titus and Craney to the box hanging on the curved wall of the arena.

That's the best location.

Today, he is the arena's most distinguished customer.

If the Kabal's fortress spires are the seat of political power in Dark Eldar society, then the Witch Cult's arenas are the beating, bloody hearts of the settlements.

The wealthy class of the Dark Eldar often lose their keen senses due to long-term indulgence, and only like more exciting duels and bloody performances.

To attract their attention.

So they are willing to spend a lot of resources to buy a good seat in the arena and enjoy the endless killing fights.

You can also absorb some tortured souls while watching the duel.

In the box.

Ron looked out at the killing display not far away.

The bottom of the deep pit in the arena was covered with many spike traps, and dozens of gladiators were shouting and fighting.

They hacked at each other with razors, cut open their opponents’ bellies with snake knives, and reduced their opponents to large chunks of flesh with the help of knife nets.

With the Dark Eldar clone's keen senses, he could smell the potent scent of desire mixed with sweat and blood.

Get a taste of the fear and adrenaline of the gladiators.

You can even appreciate the details of the tendons and bones on each severed limb.

But not everyone has such keen senses. Most of the audience watched the duel with the help of opera glasses.

Then suck the pitifully few tortured souls.

"What a terrible and unremarkable performance..."

The Haemonchi dropped his beautiful opera glasses, feeling bored.

He had seen countless similar performances in arenas in the main city of Comoros and its satellite districts with thousands or even more people.

"Kronnie, you are right."

Ron rubbed his brow and stopped watching.

He picked up the bloody red wine and greeted the tall and beautiful arena manager, the succubus Alla, beside him.

The person in charge came specifically to accompany this distinguished audience.

But his words were not polite at all: "Excuse me, this is a terrible performance.

It's obvious that the gladiators tried very hard to attract attention, but all they could do were outdated and clumsy tricks."

The succubus Alla's chest heaved violently.

The words of the descendant of Asurman were like sharp thorns that pierced deep into her heart and negated all the efforts of her and her sisters.

She tried to protest, but was powerless.

Because the facts are right in front of us.

No matter how exciting the killing is, it will become boring if you watch it too much.

The competition in the arena is fierce. They must show more grand scenes and tricks to cultivate famous succubi.

To attract the audience.

It was obvious that Shadow Arena had lost in this competition, as less than one-tenth of the audience seats were occupied and the VIP seats were also empty.

Only if a gladiator was dismembered could the audience be aroused with such pitiful enthusiasm.

If this situation does not improve, Shadow Arena will be completely abandoned by the audience like other dilapidated arenas.

Allah and the others will also lose their status as succubi and will not be qualified to dedicate their killing skills to the people of Comoros.

Eventually she becomes someone's bodyguard or mistress.

"Your Excellency, Archon, we are not useless." Allah hoped to restore his dignity in front of this ancient nobleman.

She tore off her dress, revealing her cheetah-like agile and charming body, with an exquisite waistline on her belly.

Ron admired the succubus's body.

This succubus is like a combination of a yoga instructor and a female fitness trainer.

Her gear was simple, a Dark Eldar-style barbed headband, a fitted black sports bra, thigh-high boots, and a thong.

The only weapon was a pair of daggers.

Of course, she may have hidden more weapons. It is said that succubi can hide weapons in any hidden parts.

If I have time in the future, I would like to explore it in depth.

After Ron looked around, he drank the bloody red wine in the glass.

Maybe it’s because they’re clones, but this specialty drink of the Dark Eldar is quite delicious.

"Ms. Anla, I look forward to your performance."

He said quite politely.

But such an attitude implied a hint of arrogance and disdain, and did not acknowledge the succubus at all.

Ron came to the arena this time just for the CPU succubus. If he doesn't suppress them severely, how can he subdue them at a low price?

The succubus Allah felt this emotion.

She felt more and more aggrieved, and just wanted to vent her suppressed emotions with a killing spree: "You will see my skills..."

Allah walked to the edge of the terrace, then turned and fell backwards.

Without any protective measures, the succubus dived into a nearly 100-meter-deep pit filled with traps.

Any misstep could turn her into a pile of rotten meat.

However, the succubus perfectly avoided all deadly dangers and landed on the ground like a black cat.

At this time, the other two succubi in the arena also landed and walked to her side, drawing their sharp blades.

The cell at the bottom of the arena opened, releasing all the alien warriors, as well as two huge ant bulls.

Angry roars filled the pit.

"Allah, Allah, Allah!"

The Dark Eldar audience realized something and cheered.

Cheer for the arena's brightest star.

Allah led the two sisters to attack all enemies, weaving through various traps and dancing on spikes and blades.

Their flexible blades are like the fangs of poisonous snakes. Every strike will pierce the most fatal part of the prey, taking away life and soul.

Especially Allah.

Her attacks were swift and brutal, spraying blood mist wherever she went, with broken spines following in her wake, and arms, legs, and heads scattering all over the ground.

Many opponents died before their broken limbs began to bleed.

Soon, Allah and her sisters were hunting ant bulls, beasts more than three meters tall and powerful enough to destroy tanks.

They coordinated so perfectly, like a rhythmic ballet, constantly leaving wounds on the beast.

In the end, Allah intervened and put an end to the Ant Bull, completing the ballet of killing.

The audience cheered endlessly.

The succubus Allah stood on the corpse of the ant-cow, enjoying the praise from the audience.

Maybe it's because of resentment.

I cooperated very well with my sisters, without any mistakes, and gave the most perfect performance ever.

A smile finally appeared on her face, and she gracefully bowed to the audience and took her leave.

"Tsk, there's still something there..."

Ron looked at the succubi below and raised his eyebrows slightly.

These succubi are indeed the Dark Eldar who are proficient in killing skills. If they work together, they can probably kill a team of Space Marines.

Allah and her sister returned to the box using the arena's lifting ropes.

She raised her head slightly and walked to Ron in a cat-like manner. There was a hint of brightness on her bloodstained face: "Your Excellency Archon, how was our performance?"

"Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?"

Ron asked back as he sat on the luxurious throne in the box.

Allah's breath paused slightly: "I need the most truthful answer."

Ron stood up from the throne, walked closer and looked down at the succubus, with a clear view: “Miss Succubus, anything that is not perfect is a waste.

In my opinion, you are not perfect enough, far from it.

Your pride nowadays is somewhat ridiculous..."

He pointed to the audience seats on the terrace and said, "Look at what kind of audience are cheering for you?
Those are guys who bought cheap tickets to get in. Anyone can please them by donating some blood and dancing.

Did you see any nobles or high-ranking warriors come to admire your skills?"

When the succubus Alla heard these words, the self-confidence that she had built up with great difficulty collapsed again and she became even more depressed.

Ron took another step closer, full of pressure: "Tell me, do you want to perform poorly in such a shabby arena for the rest of your life?

Or move to a higher stage and let the whole Comoros be eager to appreciate your skills and be crazy about you.

Just like the succubus queen, Lyris!"

The words of the descendants of Asuman’s family touched Allah’s heartstrings.

The succubus queen is the most dazzling existence in Commorra, and everyone wants to witness her killing skills, even the Supreme Overlord.

The conspirators even resorted to fighting each other in order to gain the opportunity to cooperate with her.

But, can I become that kind of succubus?

Ron didn’t give Anla a chance to think and continued to put pressure on him: “Based on the operation of the arena, you can’t hold on for much longer.

Soon, you won't be able to afford the prey provided by the raiding parties, and this arena will lose all its spectators.

You will also become worthless and good for nothing.

You don't have the power to choose, the only chance is me.

A noble investor, descendant of the Asurman family.

I will transform you into a more perfect stage, and the audiences in Comoros will rush to the arena to watch your performance.
Even the most discerning aristocrats.

Even Lyris would be jealous of your popularity."

He stared at the succubus in front of him: "Give me the answer now, will you accept the new path and submit to me?"

Allah's chest rose and fell slightly.

She suddenly realized that if she gave a negative answer, the only aristocratic audience in the arena would leave without hesitation.

Never coming here again.

This archon comes from the profound Asuman family and possesses incredible wealth. He may be the last hope for himself and his sisters.

No matter what, I will not allow this arena to fall into disrepair and be closed down.

Succubus Anla slowly closed her eyes and gave the answer: "I am willing to obey you, Lord Archon." Ron showed a satisfied smile, raised his hand and stroked her face: "Miss Anla, you made the best choice in your life."

Allah subconsciously wanted to resist because he was a dancer who had mastered the art of killing, not a plaything.

But she tried to endure it.

Fortunately, the descendant of Asurman did not take any further action.

“Okay, my succubus ladies, from now on I will be responsible for everything of yours, including this arena.

This... is my sincerity. You will get such compensation every month in the future.

And there will be more and more.”

After Ron finished speaking, Titus placed an exquisite mechanical box in the center of the table.

When the mechanical box blooms like petals, you can see twelve level seven "Poison Kiss" soul potions on the "petals".

In an instant, the pure fragrance of the soul filled the entire box.

In Comoros, such a pure soul is the hardest currency, no doubt about it.

"Mr. Archon, is this for us?"

The succubus Alla and her sisters looked at the soul potions with shining eyes, somewhat incredulous for a moment.

As the arena gradually declined, they had forgotten how long it had been since they had tasted high-quality souls.

Furthermore, the soul potion given by this descendant of Asurman was purer than anything they had ever seen before.

Not to mention the succubi, even the Haemolyx Cronin felt a little jealous.

Perhaps, I have to find a way to get more from the descendants of Asurman?
Thinking of this, he looked at Ron with an even more flattering expression.

Allah tried to take his eyes away from the soul potion and looked at the descendant of Asuman: "Then...what should we do next?"

Since I have obeyed this adult, I have to listen to him.

What's more, she also hopes to improve the situation in the arena more quickly and attract more spectators.

"It's very simple..."

Ron looked down at the deep pit below the arena: "The first thing you have to do is blow this place up and destroy the price."

"What do you mean?"

Allah was a little anxious: "This is our sister's only property!"

"Don't worry, I just think this stage is too small and too shabby."

Ron comforted the succubi: “After demolishing this arena and the surrounding buildings, I will build a bigger arena here.

Just like the Cruel Castle in the main city of Comoros, that arena known as the most magnificent in the galaxy, is as big as an entire city.

Perhaps the new arena will be more attractive than the Cruel Castle, and even the Succubus Queen will want to challenge here."

When Allah heard this, he and the other succubi looked at each other in confusion.

But they seemed to have no better choice than to obey.

“In short, our people will arrange everything, and you just need to train according to the plan.

Then at the right time, I will take the stage and show myself to the Comoros.”

Ron is only responsible for taking down the succubus and the arena, and more professional personnel will handle related matters later.

Now he is able to deploy his own personnel to the satellite area.

After this matter was resolved, he didn't have much desire to stay and prepared to return.

Ron had just walked out of the box when he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and turned back.

He walked up to a succubus and said, "My lady succubus, I am deeply attracted by your superb skills. Would you like to have dinner with me?"

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of high-level soul perfume as a gift.

The succubus was pleasantly surprised, nodded, accepted the invitation and took the extremely precious soul gift.

The invitation from the ancient nobles is still quite exciting.

Afterwards, the succubus Allah watched her sisters and the descendants of Asurman leave.

She felt an inexplicable sourness in her heart, and even a hint of frustration.

Isn't my skill more exquisite than that sister's, and my body more deadly and attractive?

Little did they know that it was just Ron's PUA.

He knew that Allah was somewhat resistant and would not easily surrender completely, so he started with the sister around her and aroused her desire to compete.

It will be much easier then.

The most important thing is that the succubus he chose has bigger breasts.

Wait until late at night.

Ron finally realized that these succubi, who had been exercising for a long time, had extremely flexible bodies and were able to perform any movements.

How exciting it is.

……

Redemption satellite area, port area.

Ships of the Black Mechanicus arrived one after another, bringing more engineering equipment and construction materials.

At the same time, the Redemption Conspiracy's looting ships were also continuously transporting resources back.

More people were recruited.

Iris and the others were increasingly amazed at the wealth and background of the descendant of Asurman, and were even more shocked that he could drive the members of the Black Mechanicus to work for him.

Those guys always have their eyes set high.

The archons often had to spend huge amounts of wealth, resources, and even ancient technological relics to invite them to build weapons factories.

There was nothing that could be done about it, as the Dark Eldar were using only weapons in stock.

Few members are able to take the time to learn these mechanical skills.

They are more interested in studying the art of killing and blood.

Soon, the grand transformation of the Redemption Satellite Area began.

Ron issued a number of bans in the name of the Archon, one of which was a ban on the wear and tear of labor.

Especially slaves like humans who are responsible for construction work.

Violators will be severely punished.

Of course, it is still possible to torture other aliens, but banning them all at once might lead to resistance.

What's more, he also provided a large number of low-end soul potions.

Although those things were harmful and painful, at least they were much better than the soul-healing effect brought by torturing slaves.

If necessary, you can also purchase more advanced soul potions.

A large soul potion factory is also under construction, right near the Archon Fortress.

The special energy of the Goddess of Life continuously enters the Redemption Satellite Area through the subspace extraction device, and is then converted into different series of potions.

The rest was stored as one of the construction materials for the Soul Paradise.

In addition, the Shadow Arena has been demolished and redesigned, and many residential buildings have been built around it.

Once the arena becomes popular, we can sell the residence at a high price.

The target is the nobles and high-level warriors.

This way, the Redemption Satellite Zone will be safer, as no one wants their valuable property to be looted and destroyed.

Of course, this is just one measure.

The defense array and fortress of the Redemption Satellite Zone are also being designed.

Those areas equipped with super-heavy cannons and forbidden weapons are like iron walls, capable of blocking and destroying any conspiracy groups that dare to invade.
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Three years later.

late at night.

Redemption satellite area, ruins area.

A shadow emerged from the rubble and headed towards the construction area using cover.

In the darkness, you can see a pair of slightly red pupils.

"By the Emperor, I hope my battle-brothers are still alive."

The Salamander warrior Sarkhan prayed silently in his heart.

Several years ago, their company followed the orders of Vulkan Hestan, the Father of the Forge, and went to the Savage Planet to search for the whereabouts of the Song of Entropy, one of the Nine Artifacts.

I hope to find all the artifacts as soon as possible and welcome back my genetic father Vulkan.

However, while searching for the artifact, Sarkhan and his companions accidentally broke into the entrance of an ancient webway and thus entered the territory of the Dark Eldar aliens.

They were attacked, scattered, and some of their battle brothers were captured.

Sarkhan sneaked into this satellite area in the hope of finding an opportunity to rescue his battle brothers from the Dark Eldar xenos.

And the tortured human slaves.

The Salamanders are perhaps the most wealthy, harmonious and loyal Chapter in the Imperium.

They have mastered advanced forging skills and possess the most artifacts and relics.

When there are no combat missions, they will choose to return to the dangerous home planet and live with their mortal fellows.

He loves the people like his own children.

Sarkhan used special relics to conceal his presence and aura, achieving an effect similar to invisibility.

Sneaking into the alien territory like this is an extremely dangerous thing.

But salamanders never lie.

Sarkhan promised to bring back all his battle-brothers, and he would do so.

Even if it means sacrificing one's life for it.

The Salamander warrior hid his tracks and followed the tracking signal, moving step by step towards the area where his brother was imprisoned.

Soon after, he arrived at the construction area where work was underway.

Sarkhan hid in the bunker, observing the bustling construction site where human slaves and many aliens were working hard.

Even late at night it didn't stop.

But there was no expression of suffering on their faces, instead they were filled with smiles.

Some human slaves even talked and laughed with the Dark Eldar overseers?
Ok? ? ?
Sakan was completely stunned as he looked at this scene.

This scene seems different from what I imagined. There is something wrong with this territory of the Dark Eldar aliens.

Just when he was in a daze.

"There's an unusual smell over there!"

Three Nightmare Warriors on patrol noticed something and surrounded the area where Sarkhan was hiding.

(End of this chapter)