Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 486: Miss Beida, you don’t want the Supreme Overlord to know about this, right?
Malrak stared at the tall consul and sentenced him to death in his heart.

Suddenly, the tall archon noticed something and turned around with a gentle smile, as if to say hello.

Marlak also nodded and forced a smile.

A person in a high position like him should always maintain the proper decency, even if he is thinking about killing someone.

Not revealing one's intentions and emotions is a basic quality.

Anyway, that guy is dead.

"It seems that the old man is also a man of temperament..."

Ron turned around with emotion, not knowing at all that the other party was thinking about how to kill him.

It’s not that he wasn’t vigilant, but he assumed that everyone might be against him.

Over the years, from Chaos Gods, Demigods, Alien Leaders to Humanity's opponents, there have been countless beings who wanted to kill the Primarch of Hope.

I'm used to it.

So he always remained vigilant to avoid any mishap.

But Ron also found that as the energy of the dark side gradually increased, it became increasingly difficult for him to suppress some impulses.

He became more adventurous and some of his behaviors became radical.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why there are so many crazy people in the galaxy?
Fortunately, I was able to control everything to some extent and it did not cause too much impact.

The main body is also in a relatively safe place.

After the duel with the succubus ended, Ron also selected his target.

He stood up and walked towards the target's box.

"I'm Marlak, you should have heard of my name."

The old archon came over and stopped Ron: "Listen to my advice, that woman is not someone you are qualified to touch."

This ruthless guy didn't want to be followed by annoying flies when he went to meet Miss Beda, and it was also inconvenient for him to slap the queen of the arena to death on her territory.

"Mallak?"

Ron vaguely remembered seeing this name in the information about Comoros City. It should be the name of the governor of a large conspiracy group.

Such an existence is simply not within the scope of one's opponents.

But this is Comoros, and he doesn't want to cause disputes and trouble at this time.

"Thank you for your advice."

Ron shrugged and glanced over there: "Let me remind you, you have quite a few opponents, I suggest you hurry up."

He stepped back a little and didn't squeeze into the corridor at this time.

After all, I still have a lot of targets, so I have to hurry up and deal with other ladies and girls.

This dark city is much more open than the Empire, but also more dangerous.

At this moment, there were already quite a few people in the corridor of the mysterious Miss Beda's box.

Not only her servants, but also several archons from different conspiracies were waiting to catch a glimpse of her beauty, or to express their admiration.

It is said that Miss Beida came to the Comoros alone and had a lot of property and resources.

Such a beautiful and wealthy lady would naturally attract the covetousness of the consuls, who would want to get both her and her wealth.

"You're a sensible fellow."

Marlak smiled as he watched the tall consul's departing back, and felt that he would have to reward this country bumpkin with a dignified death in the future.

He looked toward the corridor and saw warriors decorated in different colors and several archons.

Marlak knew the Archons.

They all claim to be powerful, and each is a rising star who has controlled a conspiracy group through exploitation, conspiracy and brutal assassinations.

What matters is that they are young and handsome, and more threatening.

"Maybe I should take action."

Marlak's smile turned grim.

He did not squeeze into the corridor like the other consuls, which was not decent.

The consul took a look at the box and the crowd, walked in the opposite direction, boarded his modified raider and flew away.

A few days later.

Malrake was finally ready and felt that he could go to Miss Beda.

He did not bring his alien bodyguards and conspiracy warriors with him, only a tall butler followed him.

The butler kept a proper distance and carried a large box.

The consul thought that bringing his army to meet Miss Beda would make him appear weak and impolite.

Not the act of a strong man or a gentleman.

When Marlak came to visit, he had made careful preparations.

His old body was transformed by the Haemoling Master. His loose skin was stretched tight with flesh nails, and his hair was replaced with a black and neat short hair.

It was freshly peeled off the head of a warrior.

A mixture of various drugs and hormones were injected into his body, rejuvenating his muscles, and the latest soul potion bought on the black market made his soul full of vitality.

Even his pupils glowed a healthy blue.

Marlak followed the deformed servant to Miss Beda's living room.

He strode with his head held high, his close-fitting battle armor, purple cape, and the latest style of shoulder pads only accentuating the archon's heroic appearance.

Just like when I was young.

"That poor Miss Beda will be conquered by me without any resistance."

Marlak thought so.

He walked into the luxurious living room, which was filled with extravagant furniture and huge floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the spires of the Comoros.

Miss Beida looked at the scenery outside, still looking cold and lustful.

Like an expensive winged creature in a cage longing to be stroked.

She turned her back to the Archon with pride, and said in a low and soft voice, "Sir Marlak, what do you want from me?"

"Every time I see this city, I can't help but be mesmerized by it. I'm afraid there is no other place as beautiful as this in the Milky Way."

Marlak walked to the French window and talked to himself.

Miss Beida turned around, walked to the leather sofa and sat down, showing off her elegant figure.

Her black pupils stared at the Archon, as if waiting for him to state his true purpose.

"I'll be frank with you, Miss Beda."

Marlak's smile widened, revealing his ivory-jeweled teeth. "I have intentions towards you, and I hope you will become mine."

After hearing these words, the lady did not become obsessed or fall to her knees like the other women.

She shook her head slightly: "This is not a good idea."

Marlak approached, full of oppression:
“That’s a great idea, really.

I have inexhaustible wealth, a powerful army, hired witches, succubi and natural disasters, war machines capable of destroying planets and fleets capable of spanning the stars.

People know my name, fear my presence, and my deeds..."

"Everyone in the Comoros knows about this. It's a legend in the galaxy?" Miss Beida added: "I've heard this a lot. It's nothing new."

Marlak was stunned: "What?"

"That's what my suitors all said. They were all more handsome and obedient than you."

Miss Beida drank the soul wine, and a trace of liquid flowed along the corner of her mouth to her white neck, making her even more tempting.

She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be asking: "How are you better than them?"

"Suitors?"

Marlak was not discouraged by the other party's words, and said softly: "From now on, you have no suitors, not even one.

Except me."

As he spoke, the archon took the large box from the butler and opened it, revealing a series of terrified human faces.

These were all peeled off the heads of Miss Beda's suitors.

"Now they are all dead, and all the weapons and wealth belong to me."

Marlak stared at Miss Beda with hungry eyes: "You are mine too, and you have no right to refuse."

This is delicious power. With just a single order, he can even kill the lives of an entire planet. The legend of the bloody butcher is circulating in the galaxy.

Especially those human monkeys, they are even more afraid of my appearance.

He hoped to see the lovely girl's expression of horror and fear, and perhaps the next moment she would tremble and beg for his mercy.

However, Miss Beda did not show too much fear, and her voice was still lazy: "You are indeed amazing, and you are dedicated enough. I think you have won this competition."

She stood up, as if she had some expectations: "Now, I am yours. If you are confident enough...you can do whatever you want to me."

The lady's black evening gown gloves brushed across her chest, revealing more of her beauty as they were untied.

However, things did not develop as the consul expected.

"No...what did I do!"

Marlak looked at everything in front of him and suddenly became frightened, trembling all over, and the box fell to the ground.

The remains of the Archons' bodies were scattered.

Because he saw a pendant on Miss Beida's fair chest, which was a shadow force field generator.

More importantly, there is a terrifying symbol on it, which belongs to a supreme figure - Asdubal Victor!
"Ms. Beda is the mistress of the Supreme Overlord?!"

Marlak looked terrified, losing all his dignity and grace.

The information he found was wrong, which caused him a big disaster. He even wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

In the dark city of Comoros, no one dares to have anything to do with the Supreme Overlord's concubines, because the consequences will be more terrible than death.

At this time, the figure of Nightmare also appeared in the shadows everywhere in the living room.

They are elite bodyguards who can dismember offenders at any time.

Miss Beida looked at the Archon who was almost crying, and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"Go away, you incompetent piece of shit."

She loved to see these pretentious guys make a fool of themselves in front of her, and she never got tired of it.

This is why she concealed her identity and treated it as a game, even though it would cause some bloodshed and the archons involved would suffer a miserable end.

After Marlak crawled away, the mistress of the Supreme Overlord sat back on the sofa.

She felt a little lonely and bored.

In fact, the old man Victor could not bring her happiness. She was like a bird in a cage, losing any chance to satisfy her desires.

Because no one dared to challenge the authority of the Supreme Overlord, let alone touch her.

Miss Beida suppressed her desires and wished someone could conquer this body.

Unfortunately, that is impossible.

"Comorian men are cowardly!" She laughed coldly and looked at the Nightmare Warriors, but those guys turned away.

They dare not even more.

Outside the mansion.

"Sir Marlak, what a coincidence."

Ron greeted the governor warmly, whom he had met once, but the guy didn't seem very happy.

It seems that the pursuit has failed.

That target was not easy to achieve, but fortunately I was well prepared.

Malrake tried to hide his embarrassment and didn't even have the mind to speak. His mind was full of thoughts about what to do.

The answer is to flee the Comoros and never come back.

Or should I personally apologize to the supreme overlord and accept the punishment for everything I have?
Malrak glanced at the tall governor who walked into the mansion without any warning.

That guy was lucky, because when he sent his men to assassinate him, he didn't find anyone, but now the other party has provoked the Supreme Overlord.

His fate will definitely be worse than mine!

In the luxurious living room, the remains of the Archon on the ground had been cleared away.

Miss Bedard awaited the arrival of her next suitor with great interest.

A new round of the game begins.

She looked at Ron who came in with a hidden look in her eyes, as if she was looking at a toy for her to play with.

This toy seems to be more handsome than the previous suitors, and has an inexplicable temperament in his bones?
But it doesn't matter.

Soon this pursuer would reveal his ugly side in front of him, and even become incontinent upon hearing the title of the Supreme Overlord.

"Sir, I don't think I've heard of your name..."

Miss Beda changed her sitting position, and her fair skin was faintly visible under her dress.

"That's not important. You don't need to know my name, because next I'm going to..."

Ron glanced around without the slightest hesitation, then spoke crude words in the Eldar language.

At this moment he looked more like a robber than a pursuer.

It was the first time that Miss Bedard heard such vulgar and ungentlemanly words.

She was completely stunned, not knowing how to respond.

What decent guy would say to a girl right away, "I'm going to kill you"? !

"you you……"

Before Miss Beida could react, she suddenly found her hand being grabbed and her whole body was in the other person's arms.

She thought of something and became terrified, things seemed out of control.

If she were violated this time, I'm afraid that old man Victor would not forgive her. He might even peel off her skin and hang her on the roof of the palace to torture her forever.

But why are those nightmare guards indifferent to all this?
In fact, the Nightmare Guards reacted immediately after they noticed something was wrong.

However, they were blocked.

As the Nightmare Guards drew their swords, they noticed the shadows beneath their feet moving.

At some point the shadow turned into a dark human figure with white hair, a blurred face, a little bit of human skin draped over his body, and the faint glow of runes.

That's... Mandela!

One of the most feared creatures in Commorragh, even the Dark Eldar themselves fear this vile species.

Some top Archons like to hire Mandrake as an assassin.

They are extra-dimensional creatures who move freely in and out of the shadows and can pull their targets into the dark dimension in an instant.

Theoretically, they can enter any dark place, even the bed in the safest secret room.

Under normal circumstances, driving Mandrakes is difficult, especially so many high-level Mandrakes.

But Ron conquered these shadow creatures with a vast amount of pure soul, gained their obedience and raised them.

This is also one of the reasons why he dared to come to Comoros.

In an instant, the high-level Mandrakes covered the mouths of the Nightmare Guards and silently dragged more than 20 Nightmare Guards in the hall into deep darkness.

Now, nothing can save Miss Beda.

Miss Beida became more and more frightened after realizing that the Nightmare Guard had disappeared.

But she still had a glimmer of hope.

This daring archon might be frightened by the terror of the Supreme Overlord and flee from here.

"Archon, I am... um..."

Before Miss Beida could say anything, her mouth was blocked by an unknown force and she could no longer speak.

"Shh, don't talk, it will be fine soon."

Ron patiently tried to calm the target before him, not knowing that this would only make him more daunting.

The other person was in tears.

Afterwards, he held down Miss Beida and used psychic interrogation techniques to explore her thoughts and consciousness.

Skillful techniques and mild psychic powers are good for gaining access to the secrets of a target's mind without causing too much damage.

Of course, this is only true when facing the existence of weak thinking.

Those with strong wills have to use violence to obtain it, and that may not even work.

For example, the Inquisition could not get the information it wanted after torturing a tough guy like Titus for hundreds of years.

Ron's eyes turned white as he threw himself into the manipulation of his psychic skills, penetrating deeply into the mind of his target.

He doesn't want to talk about any bullshit love now, he just wants to get intelligence!

These days, while Victor and the main force of the conspiracy were not in Comoros, Ron had used similar methods to raid several targets and obtained a large amount of secret information.

Many ladies remained silent about this or even took the initiative to cover it up.

They can't let everyone know that not only were they deceived, but they also exposed the secrets of those around them, right?
The person in front of you is the most important one. He plans to run away after completing this mission.

However, this time, Ron encountered some difficulties because the target seemed to have some kind of mental restrictions.

It looks like a big fish has been caught!
He became even more excited and tried his best. Fortunately, the Dark Eldar were not good at psychic powers and did not have many targeted defenses.

It didn't take long.

Ron bypassed the mental limitations and obtained the information he wanted in his mind.

At the same time, there are greater gains.

This woman is Asturbar Victor's mistress, and she seems to be quite bad.

From her mind.

Ron got more information about Victor.

Some of the old guy's functions are not working well, which is caused by defects in his soul. Even installing new organs will be of no use.

No wonder it's so perverted.

In addition, there are some secret or special passage locations about Comoros.

There isn't much else to the rest.

But he didn't expect to know all the secrets.

After all, Beda is just a mistress, and it's good enough that she can hear some secrets.

This is because Victor is confident enough. Before the Great Schism, no one dared to betray or resist him for hundreds or thousands of years.

From the fragments of his thoughts, Ron noticed a special term - the Black Throne.

Anything with words like that is dangerous.

Such as the golden throne, the glazed throne, and now a black throne has appeared.

It seems that the Supreme Overlord wants to do something big behind the scenes. Is it possible that it has something to do with the Emperor?
He decided to investigate thoroughly after he returned.

"Please, save...save me!"

Miss Bedar's consciousness suffered some damage due to the high-intensity exploration.

Her consciousness became blurred and she prayed to the robber in front of her to save her.

In reality, such injuries are not fatal.

Ron took out the top-grade soul potion and fed it to the beautiful lady.

She couldn't get into any trouble yet, so as not to alert Victor.

The special soul energy of the Goddess of Life has a strong healing effect on the Dark Eldar, able to heal both their bodies and souls.

Miss Beida was suddenly exposed to such high-level soul healing and she was instantly transported to heaven.

She clung to the Archon Bandit beside her.

Ron was not polite either, after all, he saw some information from his mind consciousness.

This woman wants to make fun of me, so she must be taught a lesson.

After that, there were violent storms, spiral whirlpools, and the ultimate jet pendulum.

A certain seductive secretary shed tears of envy as she had been the mistress for so long.

Got nothing.

Miss Beida woke up slowly, and after realizing everything that had happened last night, her beautiful face became distorted:

"Do you know what a mistake you have made? Soon you will face the most cruel punishment and torture!"

"Please calm down."

Ron sat on the sofa drinking premium soul wine as if he were at home.

He poured a glass for the other person as well:
"Ms. Beida, you don't want the Supreme Overlord to know about this, right?"

Such words calmed Victor's mistress down and she no longer acted impulsively.

She realized that she and the other person had become grasshoppers on the same rope.

I have exposed too many secrets about that old man Victor to this consul, and there is no turning back.

It didn't take long.

Ron reached some agreement with the other party, swaggered out of the mansion, walked into the dark street and disappeared.

In the living room.

Miss Beida was still lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the city scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

She felt a little fear, but also some anticipation and aftertaste.
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Comoros, airspace.

Violent colorful colors distorted in the light, and countless black sails fluttered in the void.

Asturbar Victor, the supreme overlord of Comoros, ended his crusade against the noble traitors and returned to his palace.

His eyes once again surveyed the city.

(End of this chapter)