Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 487 Black Throne, the Emperor’s Clone?
"The Black Throne..."

In a secret room in an underground pipeline somewhere, Ron received information about the Black Throne from the forbidden archives of the Inquisition.

That thing actually came from a secret deal between the Imperial Mechanicus and the Dark Eldar.

In order to repair the gradually crumbling Golden Throne, the Mechanicus invited the Haemonchir Master of the Dark Eldar.

The High Lords agreed to the plan, hoping to repair the sacred creation with alien technology.

The cost of this hire was a large forge world, eight tithe settlements, and tens of billions of souls.

These places will be de-defended and given to the Dark Eldar.

The Empire believes that such a sacrifice is worthwhile. The Golden Throne is the lifeline of mankind. Once it fails, mankind will face immeasurable losses.

"Tsk, it fits my stereotype of the Empire."

Ron frowned and continued to watch. He could faintly hear the sound of searching footsteps outside.

After the contract was signed, the Mechanicus and the Dark Eldar's Haemonculi jointly studied the Golden Throne and attempted to repair it.

However, the deal eventually spiraled out of control.

Because after the Dark Eldar came into contact with the Golden Throne, they secretly retained the relevant technology and tried to recreate this magnificent creation on their own.

They devised a plan called Black Throne.

The Dark Eldar attempt to use the Black Throne to prevent the Chaos incursions and loss of control that have occurred frequently in Commorragh since the Great Rift.

But the Black Throne, like the Golden Throne, also requires a powerful psychic to control it.

But they don't have such psychics.

The Dark Eldar chose to create an "Emperor" of their own. While studying the Golden Throne, the Blood Orcs secretly collected blood stains on the equipment and dried liquid on the broken pipelines.

Those are the genes of the Emperor.

They sought to create a twisted clone of the Emperor to control the Black Throne.

Eventually, the Inquisition and the Custodes intervened to reclaim the Emperor's genetic material, destroying all facilities involving the Dark Eldar xenos and disposing of the personnel involved.

Trade with the Dark Eldar also came to a halt.

"It now appears that the Dark Eldar have not stopped the construction of the Black Throne and are even creating clones of the Emperor."

Ron thought of the secrets he had obtained, his eyes filled with worry: "I just don't know how far their research has progressed, and whether they have really created a new 'Emperor'."

He had no doubt that the Dark Eldar could accomplish this, for those Haemonchi masters were most skilled in the arts of flesh and resurrection.

Instead, they were curious about what the cloned "Emperor" would look like.

Even more terrifying is that the twisted clone of the Emperor could become a weapon for the Dark Eldar to use against humanity, and more likely to be used by the Chaos Gods.

An emperor's body that can be corroded is still quite terrifying.

The mere presence of this image is enough to split the faith of the empire and absorb rebellious or corrupt forces within the empire.

Ron was somewhat glad that he discovered this secret, otherwise the Dark Eldar alien’s plan would have succeeded.

It is estimated that more disasters will occur.

The problem now is that he has no idea where the Black Throne and the Emperor's clones are hidden.

But there is no doubt that this important facility must be subject to the strictest protection, just like the Golden Throne.

Perhaps I can only wait until I take control of Comoros before I can search and rob it on a large scale.

His desire to occupy the Comoros became increasingly urgent.

Once the Black Throne and the Emperor's clone are found, there is hope that the technology there can be used to improve the gradual collapse of the Golden Throne.

After all, the Golden Throne is also a death warrant for the empire.

After the sounds of the search outside subsided, Ron, Iris and others moved to a new place.

They need to contact some of the Cabal forces that belong to the Redemption Satellite Zone to create more influence in Comoros.

The noble archons' plan to rebel against Victor had failed, and he could just inherit their legacy and absorb the defeated rebel forces.

He believed that there were enough people in this city who wanted to rebel against the bloody rule of the Supreme Overlord.

I just don’t dare to do it for now.

What we need to do is to dispel that fear and trigger more resistance.
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Inverted spire, the High Throne Hall.

Chaotic light filtered in through the high windows, bringing all sorts of sickening colors into view.

The colors were set off by the forest of chains that hung from the ceiling, each chain dangling a flayed body, many still twisting and trembling in agony.

But they couldn't make any sound.

This is what happens to those who resist, experiencing their own death in centuries of slow torture before their souls are fed to the Lady of Thirst.

Well! ! !
Marlak was also hanging from one of the chains, struggling desperately.

After the executor desecrated the mistress of the Supreme Overlord, he did not dare to run away. Instead, he took the initiative to admit his crime and was willing to offer all his property in begging for forgiveness.

But he was not forgiven.

Marlak stared at the scene in the hall with his bloodshot eyes. Amid the gloomy and noisy sound of iron chains colliding, the consuls waited anxiously, not daring to make any sound.

Warriors in black armor filed in, they were the elite forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy.

Afterwards, the Supreme Overlord's courtiers and playthings also poured into the auditorium.

A sound like the friction between sharp knives and jigsaws sounded.

The slaves lined up and sang hymns to welcome the arrival of the Supreme Overlord.

When the singing reached its painful climax, slaves one after another fell under the piercing of the torture instruments, offering their tortured souls.

The dark and ugly throne, covered with sharp angles and blades, slowly descended.

The supreme overlord of Comoros was among them, overlooking and gazing at all the archons present. Everyone wanted to escape from that gaze, but no one dared to do so.

Victor's old body, which has lived for ten thousand years, has an unusually youthful appearance, with smooth pale skin and no wrinkles.

But those deep, dark pupils emanated a viciousness and cunning that was inconsistent with his appearance.

The archons tried hard to suppress their fear and meet the gaze of the Supreme Overlord. Any evasion or uneasiness could result in death.

"You guys are always so reserved, why don't you smile?"

Victor looked at the archons below the stage with an intolerable confidence on his face.

He knew that people were afraid of him, and he enjoyed the fear.

The Supreme Overlord's words made the archons even more terrified. They didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Because the man on the throne always likes to speak sarcastically, but sometimes it is true.

Unpredictable.

Some consuls tried their best to smile, but were met with even colder looks, which made them feel despair in their hearts.

They realize they made a mistake and it is remembered.

Fortunately, Victor is not interested in killing irrelevant people now.

His voice was like a venomous snake, echoing in the hall: "My poor and beautiful dark city... why are there always so many people plotting to destroy it?"

The consuls remained silent. No one was stupid enough to speak at this time.

Victor paced on the platform with the scepter in hand, muttering to himself: "Do they want to destroy this city, or do they want to oppose its master..."

He stopped in front of a body hanging upside down and covered in blood.

That was the spoils of war this time, the traitor who betrayed the Supreme Overlord - the noble archon Helarak. Their united action to resist the tyrant had failed.

The rebellion of these nobles created a great division in Comoros, and they even tried to revive Lord El Uriak, Victor's former greatest rival.

Let the ancient lord lead you to victory.

Unfortunately, the resurrection plan was corrupted by Chaos and failed, and the nobles were either killed or captured.

Now, the traitor Heracle has become a prisoner, becoming the proof of the Supreme Overlord's authority.

Under the gaze of all the Archons, the Haemochoricians expertly peeled flesh from the traitors, causing dozens of times the pain at the same time.

Victor fiddled with the hanging strips of meat and sneered, "These punishments are not enough to make up for the damage you have caused, especially in destroying the unity of the Comoros."

The unity that the Supreme Overlord refers to is absolute obedience, even though he often kills archons who are loyal to him for inexplicable reasons.

Heralak's eyes revealed pain and hatred towards the Supreme Overlord, but his vocal cords had been removed, so he couldn't utter even the simplest insults.

He looked at Victor and the uneasy archons with a strong sense of reluctance.

If the archons unite, they will be able to defeat Victor and end his evil rule and oppression in Comoros.

However, they did not do so, but instead destroyed the rebels.

The archons did not dare to have any ideas about Victor, but just desperately coveted others and looked for opportunities to defeat their competitors.

Perhaps this is the purpose of the Supreme Overlord, to be able to secure his throne amid the struggles among the Archons.

Victor glanced at the archons and talked about his past achievements:

“My friends, I am the one who cares most about Comoros, I saved many people during the Great Depravity and brought them to this city.

It is unforgivable that some people want to destroy all of this and maliciously instigate division in this city."

He returned to the throne and looked down at everyone: "I summoned you here to end the Great Schism in Comoros. All traitors will not be able to escape, just like Heracle, and will eventually be judged.

And you should also take responsibility!"

The Supreme Overlord announced his order, calling all cabals into action to eliminate any intruders from outside the Veil, entities possessed by demons, and any possible traitors.

This heralds a new round of fighting.

The archons of the conspiracy received the orders from the Supreme Overlord and walked out of the throne room silently.

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, yet wary of the others, especially their competitors.

These Archons are no doubt considering how to feed their rivals to the invaders or demonic entities that are wreaking havoc in Commorragh.

Everyone could be a traitor, and no one would miss the opportunity to settle old scores and resolve old enemies.

Soon, the Archons divided themselves into different groups on their way to the spacecraft, determined their goals, and then began to act.

Of course, they also have to deal with invading entities and hunt down traitors in their area of ​​responsibility during the process.

"Once the Black Throne and the body are completed, no one will be able to challenge my authority..."

Victor sat alone on the throne, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

It is true that not many consuls dared to rebel against him now, but the betrayal and great division of the nobles did leave a flaw in his authority.

That's a dangerous signal.

Born a slave, Victor never ignores any danger.

He looked out the huge observation window, in which the entire city of Comoros was reflected, with each area the size of a planet.

In the dark area, many purple scars can be seen.

Those were all traces of the subspace invasion. Cracks had appeared in many areas, demonic entities kept entering the city, and some greenskins and insects were creating chaos.

Fortunately, there are not many chaotic areas, and this dark city still maintains basic order, and has not affected the core urban areas.

Victor has a secret in his heart, which he has not told anyone.

These cracks were actually created by him. Only a certain degree of external threat can force people to unite.

Thereby diverting hatred and attention from the Supreme Overlord.

Now that the rebellious nobles have been defeated, it is time to deal with these threats from the outside world.

He balanced the situation with subtlety.

After the archons cleaned up the chaos in the city and fought a round, depleting the active forces.

Everything will return to normal.

Victor propped up his chin and returned to his lazy look.

His sharp fingertips swept across the pages floating in the air, which recorded one conspiracy after another.

The attack on the Savior Webway has entered the late stages of preparation, and many dark devices will bring about a frenzy of demons.

In addition, there are also alienations and looting against the Empire and the Ark Eldar cousins.

Then, the supreme overlord saw an unfamiliar name - Redemption Satellite Zone.

It is a satellite region among countless remote border regions. Its name has recently appeared in Comoros, and it may be worth paying attention to.

He gave the order.

Let the Black Heart Conspiracy's spies collect more information about the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Victor set his sights on an area that seemed to hide special wealth, and no place could resist plunder from the Supreme Overlord.

Especially those border areas.

All Frontiers that defied him have been destroyed, either through land-destroying artifacts or Warp rifts.

After reading the intelligence, he summoned his concubines to serve him, and at the same time heard an interesting piece of news.

Anecdotes about the favorite concubine Beda.

All offenders have been punished, but there is still one unknown person in hiding, a little creature who is quite good at hiding.

Maybe we should catch that guy.

……

In a secret basement room of a tavern somewhere.

"Ms. Maris, we must create enough influence before the aftermath of the chaos subsides."

Ron looked at the female archon of the Viper Conspiracy in front of him and put forward his own suggestions.

Maris is one of the most recent cabal forces to join the Redemption Satellite Zone, and is also a resistance force that has been besieged within Comoros.

She was one of Victor's consorts before forming the Cabal and was known for her superior intelligence.

But after a while, the Supreme Overlord became disgusted with this overly clever consort and expelled her from the court.

Over the next thousand years.

Maris led her followers to escape a series of assassinations by Victor and established a mysterious bond with the Eldar's Harlequin Troupe.

They hid in remote webways and built secret bases and poison factories one after another.

After the Great Schism, Maris returned to Comoros, hoping to form an alliance with the nobles, but was met with hostility and rejection.

They were unwilling to trust a person who had once been the bedfellow of the supreme overlord.

Later, Ron contacted Evelyne through Guilliman, and through Evelyne he contacted the Harlequin Troupe, and then found Maris following the clues he obtained.

He promised to join her in seeking revenge against the Supreme Overlord.

Now they have joined forces and are ready to stir up some trouble in the Comoros.

Of course, Ron didn't completely believe this woman.

Who knows if the other party was a plan that the madman Victor had planned for a thousand years, just to sting the law enforcement and let the former spouse stab the collaborator in the back at the critical moment.

Destroy all resistance forces in one fell swoop.

Marys' body was still stained with blood. She drank a bottle of high-level soul potion and savored it:
"Descendants of Asurman, can you tell me why the soul energy you collected is so fascinating?"

"It's a secret, or I'll tell you in the future, but now we should talk business."

Ron did not reveal the most core secret of the Redemption Satellite Zone, at least not before getting rid of Victor.

"Well, from now on, all my men in Comoros are under your command."

Maryse flirted, "You really don't consider my assassination plan, or a large-scale attack."

"That's too old-fashioned."

Ron shook his head: "What we need to do is to dismantle Victor's authority. Then someone will naturally come to kill him, and he won't be able to escape even if he cries for help.

As for now, we have to send a signal.

The great descendant of Asuman is about to come to Comoros. He will only do three things: fairness, fairness, and damn fairness! "

"That's one thing."

Ron scratched his head and loaded the dark matter pistol:

“That’s about it. We need to make everyone understand that Comoros and the Redemption Satellite Area belong to everyone, and they can enjoy more wealth.

Instead of fighting hard for a long time and not even getting a bowl of soup.

The obstacle to all this is the Supreme Overlord Victor. As long as he falls, everyone can share the tempting wealth. "

He said as he fired a shot into the area of ​​the secret room door.

As the gunshots were heard, the gate was breached and the nightmare warrior who rushed in first was attacked by the forbidden weapon and was dismembered.

Turned into black juice.

Ron noticed that there seemed to be more people chasing him, which meant the beginning of the confrontation with Victor.

Afterwards, he fled to a webway with Maris and others, while manipulating people in various parts of Comoros to carry out propaganda operations.

Once people know about the Redemption Satellite Zone and the descendants of Asurman, we can spend money lavishly and undermine Victor's prestige.

Everyone will know who to follow for better results, rather than enduring brutal rule and living in uncertainty.

Aren't the Dark Eldar craving for soul energy? Then he, the descendant of Asurman, the Primarch of Hope and Savior, would fill them up with souls.

So much so that I can't say no.

As time went on, more and more Comorians heard the legend of the Redemption Satellite and the descendants of Assuman.

The mysterious descendant of Asurman seems to have endless wealth and will bring more and more wonderful souls to people.

There is a way to escape the gaze of the Lady of Thirst, and bring redemption to the sad fate of the Dark Eldar.

Various soul potions from the Redemption Satellite Zone are also continuously imported into Comoros through the black market.

After tasting it, people will never want to absorb those inferior souls again.

at the same time.

Several invited descendants of Dark Eldar nobles, soul poets, and flesh-and-blood artists secretly went to the Redemption Satellite Area...

(End of this chapter)