Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 488 Ah, this is what the Dark Eldar civilization should look like!

Sana is a self-proclaimed poet of the soul and one of the most fun-loving people in the Comoros.

For thousands of years, he traveled through every area of ​​this dark city, exploring one human slaughterhouse, tavern, paradise, arena and flesh workshop after another.

Expect to find more fascinating torture instruments, delicious tortured souls, and enjoyable and thrilling competitions or performances.

Then compose hymns of pain to praise it.

Due to Sana's perseverance, rich experience and artistic achievements, he became a well-known figure in Comoros.

People are happy to accept recommendations from soul poets to try new places or services.

For example, trying a special transplant at the Tentacle Flesh Workshop or tasting the soul of a new race.

Even the Supreme Overlord is like this.

The descendants of the Primarch of Hope, Asurman, also noticed this soul poet and used him as an important propaganda tool:

“Isn’t that Comoros’ top anchor and store explorer? Hurry up and invite him to the Redemption Satellite Area!”

Soon, an archon who knew Sana sent an invitation.

Hopefully, the Soul Poets will come and experience the new Dark Eldar paradise that is the Redemption Satellite.

"Is it finally here?"

Sana got off the Destroyer spaceship and looked at his colorful long nails with some boredom.

It was a relic-level work of art, taken from the mummified corpse of a noble of the Ancient Spirit Empire.

He followed the nobles and other artists into the passage.

Almost all of them were invited guests, and some nobles came to seek refuge.

Comoros may be in turmoil recently. Under the order of the Supreme Overlord, the archons have begun large-scale cleansing of related areas and fighting each other.

These nobles were afraid that they would be implicated or attacked in this chaos, so they simply took the opportunity to flee to the border areas.

Prepare to go back after the chaos is over.

Like other visitors, Sana was scanned again and again before finally boarding the aircraft heading to the ground.

That's for everyone's safety.

All forbidden weapons or artifacts are not allowed to enter the Redemption Satellite Area, lest those dangerous things destroy the entire continent.

He agrees with this very much.

The Soul Poet hated those dangerous weapons, and several of his favorite paradises were inexplicably destroyed along with the entire area.

All lives in those areas were also destroyed, and their souls returned to the Lady of Thirst.

"I'm afraid this is going to be a boring journey. I hope the boring old drama won't drive me crazy."

Sana frowned and looked uninterested.

The Dark Eldar are now terribly degenerate, especially in terms of artistic achievements, which are becoming increasingly lifeless.

He's seen the same thing too much, nothing new.

"The Dark Eldar art is dead."

Sana once said this, and at the same time became more fascinated by the past of the Ancient Spirit Empire.

That period was truly a paradise for art, and the tribesmen were able to pursue the most extreme art and experience.

Today's Dark Eldar are timid and still practice old-fashioned soul torture, but they dare not inflict it on themselves.

That kind of experience is greatly reduced.

Of course, there is also the reason why the hungry ladies covet it.

In fact, Sana was reluctant to come to this remote border area. He didn't think there could be any new tricks here.

It is nothing more than a bunch of slave slaughterhouses, with all kinds of torture instruments stimulating and transforming flesh and blood bodies, and at most mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

Everyone has been seeing these things for thousands of years, what new things can there be?

I heard there is an arena here.

So what? The Dark Eldar have been watching duels and massacres for a lifetime and are already tired of it.

In order to add some freshness, some arenas have begun looking for warriors of new races and higher-level beings.

It is difficult to buy decent warriors and slaves in such a remote border area, as the resources have long been monopolized by the large arena in Comoros.

There is simply no way to compare it.

However, Sana came anyway.

Because he was recharged, the archon who invited him gave a large number of top souls as reward.

That was a price that couldn't be refused.

"Even so, the soul poet's pursuit of art cannot be distorted. The descendant of Asuman cannot bribe me!"

Sana thought fiercely in his heart.

But when he thought of the subsequent rewards, his whole body began to tremble with excitement again.

That was a high reward that he would not be able to obtain for hundreds of years, enough to buy more ancient works of art.

Not to mention that the reward includes the treasures of the nobles of the Ancient Spirit Empire.

Perhaps, I can find a balance between art and soul and just say a few words of praise.

Like many nobles, Sana stepped into the Redemption Satellite Area with disdain, wanting to criticize the poverty and rudeness of the border area.

However, as soon as they stepped off the aircraft, they were shocked.

This satellite area is so prosperous.

The various defense arrays were incredibly dense, and the towering spires of the buildings reached into the sky, no less than those in Comoros.

And compared to the shabby buildings in Comoros.

The cities here are almost entirely new, full of the style and art of the Old Eldar Empire, while taking into account the preferences of the Dark Eldar.

It makes people feel as if they have returned to the most glorious era of the elves.

"Oh no, the air here is the sweetness of the soul!"

A Dark Eldar noblewoman held her head high with an incredible look on her face.

The luxury here is beyond everyone's imagination.

In the center of the city stands a statue of the Goddess of Life of the Ancient Elf Empire that pierces the sky, and large soul fountains around it continuously spray out soul energy.

The precious resources that the Dark Eldar depended on for survival evaporated into the air so easily.

There are even faint traces of souls on the surfaces of those buildings, and in some of them one can even clearly see souls attached to them.

When the noble lady saw the noble approaching, she stepped aside in shame and hid the human skin bag in her hand behind her back.

She discovered that the nobles passing by were all wearing complete sets of soul clothing, filled with the fragrance of the soul.

Both the concentration of the soul and the artistic value far surpassed the accessories on his hands and body, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a more advanced product.

At this moment, this Dark Eldar noblewoman looked more like a bumpkin from the border area, out of tune with everything around her.

"How did the descendant of Asurman obtain so many souls? Could it be that he has a large territory in the Milky Way to raise alien life?"

Sana was also shocked. This was the only way to explain the wealth here.

He could see that people on the street were enjoying wonderful soul potions anytime and anywhere, and could even buy expensive souls in street shops.

Even in the most advanced urban area in Comoros, there wouldn't be such a scene, right?
In fact, this wealth is both real and fake, and many people are taking out loans to consume these spiritual creations.

The price is to sign a soul contract with the descendants of Asurman and serve them.

Many of them had accumulated tens or even hundreds of years of service, and some even sold their entire lives to the descendants of Asurman.

But these Dark Eldar never tire of it.

Anyway, if he didn't serve the descendants of Asurman, he would have to fight for other conspiracy groups, so he might as well follow this descendant of the ancient nobles.

At least the pay is high and you can enjoy yourself.

"What a wonderful city..."

Sana no longer had the disdain he had before, and instead felt a sense of respect and pride:

"It is indeed a paradise built by the descendants of Asurman. That noble being inherited the artistic heritage of the Ancient Elven Empire."

The great fall of the ancient spirits happened so suddenly.

Even now, there are still many people within the Dark Eldar who miss their former glory.

The ancient Eldar Empire city built by Ron undoubtedly catered to the hidden expectations of the Dark Eldar.

This makes them feel favorable toward the Redemption Satellite Zone, and even admiring it.

Sana became cautious and began to tour the Redemption Satellite Area under the guidance of the witch Remine.

He devoted himself to this journey, not only for the reward from the sponsor, but also for the glorious dream hidden in his heart.

The soul poet’s first stop was the Soul Paradise.

He experienced some of the extreme entertainments of the ancient spirit empire, such as extreme sensory experiences and torture, which were much more exciting than simply torturing slaves.

And not being hunted by the power of the hungry lady.

Sana was still swimming in the man-made ocean of souls, and it was a more beautiful experience than ever before.

Even experienced death once.

He and the tourists experienced the deepest fear of death in various ways, and then were quickly stitched back together by the Haemolycoris.

This project is quite expensive.

But for tourists, it is already cheap.

After all, not everyone can easily invite a Haemonchi master with so many souls as recovery materials.

Afterwards, Sana went to the Soul Casino and experienced a carnival of mind and soul.

The air here is filled with high levels of stimulants and soul energy, and all kinds of wonderful soul wines, foods, and potions are readily available.

There are also various entertainment boxes where you can enter and pay to experience them at any time.

He saw people who had put away their entire fortunes, felt joy in their minds and souls in extreme tension, and then suffered a tragic bankruptcy.

An extreme amount of emotion was achieved in a short period of time.

There was also a slave who pressed down the only currency and was lucky enough to win a huge fortune.

He became rich overnight.

Everything can be bet here, whether it is wealth, power, spouse, or even one's own soul, all can be converted into chips.

A group of conspiracy warriors gathered together with great interest, discussing the so-called sky-repairing plan or some way to increase luck.

Sana loved this place.

There are so many gambling projects here, so dynamic that every soul is in extreme excitement.

It is a far cry from the lifeless entertainment areas in some of the Comoros.

The long years and the corruption of the Lady of Thirst have made the spirits of many tribesmen dead and without much vitality.

And here the visitor's emotions are fully activated.

Sana also tried it, but he quickly lost all his rewards, emptied his account, and left in a cold sweat.

This soul poet experienced the long-lost poverty and excitement, and he planned to experience it again after receiving the subsequent rewards.

Sana's second stop was an upscale residential area.

He was surprised to find that it was so comfortable here that he couldn't feel any stares from the hungry ladies.

That means the souls of the residents don't have to languish in a constant nightmare, something no Comorian resident could imagine!

Sana inquired about how to obtain the living quarters, but was offered a price he could not afford.

Perhaps, only high-ranking nobles and consuls could afford to live in such a comfortable and precious place.

But soon the sullen soul poet burst into laughter because the witch guide gave him a contract for a high-end residential area.

It is said that the generous descendants of Asurman appreciated his talent and specially gifted him a mansion in a high-end residential area.

"The descendants of Asurman are truly generous and wise. They are able to appreciate my talent..."

Sana took a deep breath and touched up her makeup.

He cleared his throat and was inspired to compose a melodious and emotional hymn for the descendant of an ancient noble who had given him money and a mansion.

And it is in the form of an ancient elf literary epic.

The entire poem praises the greatness, wealth and noble heritage of Asurman's descendants.

He is the shining light in the dark years, and the Dark Eldar cannot live without him, just as the Dark Eldar cannot lose Commorra.

But after singing the hymn, Sana felt something was wrong.

After all, such a poem seemed to offend the supreme overlord of Comoros, so he euphemistically stated that the hymn was a private creation.

I hope the witch doesn't leak it out.

However, the witch told him that the hymn had been simultaneously conveyed to the office of the great lord, the descendant of Asurman.

Sana was a little nervous about this, but he felt that the descendants of Asurman would not spread this hymn everywhere.

The old nobleman was not one to boast about himself.

After visiting the mansion gifted by the descendants of Asurman, the soul poet took a flying vehicle to another area.

That is the arena, an essential area and entertainment facility in the Dark Eldar settlement.

Sana is not very interested in the Redemption Arena.

Because no arena can surpass the pearl of Commorros - Cruel Castle, which, under the operation of the arena queen Lalith, has become the most magnificent arena in the galaxy.

No one thinks there will be another arena that can compare.

However, as soon as Sana arrived at the Redemption Arena, he heard a huge roar, and the shouts and roars of the audience could be heard in the distance.

He felt the difference in this arena.

The Redemption Arena is larger than the Cruel Castle, like a large city, and the atmosphere seems more lively.

Sana sat down in the VIP area of ​​the terrace.

He felt the adrenaline rush before he even sat down.

The souls you get just by sitting and breathing in the arena are more than those you get by watching duels in other arenas!

When the black curtain in front of his seat slowly opened, he suddenly felt tense and threatened, and his heart beat faster.

"What the hell is that?!"

Sana was really scared.

Because in the air not far away, there was a Tyranid bio-ship floating, and a large number of spore sacs smashed to the ground, and a swarm of insects poured out like a tide.

There were even more black cloud-like swarms of insects hovering in the sky.

Further away is the fortress of the green-skinned orcs. The rude roars can be heard here, and densely packed greenskins are driving various war machines to the battlefield.

The last area is the Dark Eldar marauding army, which has more ships and large war machines.

He realized something.

This is an incredibly crazy building.

The Asurmanites have recreated a real war in the Arena City, using dangerous Tyranid and green-skinned creatures!
Sana couldn't imagine.

If these terrifying beast armies get out of control, the consequences will be horrific.

Will all the spectators in the entire arena city die?

Even a large conspiracy group would find it difficult to contain these alien life forms that can reproduce rapidly and in large numbers.

No matter which intelligent race in the galaxy, they will feel fear when encountering the Tyranids and the greenskin army.

That is a deadly threat.

What’s more, the distance is so close!
He could sense the anxiety and even fear among the audience around him, and some nobles wanted to leave.

However, they were told that the force field had been closed and it was more dangerous to go out now.

This is the new arena that Ron spent a lot of effort to build. It provides a 360° 6D real battlefield experience, where you can experience the terrible and bloody fighting firsthand.

The entire auditorium shook violently under the bombardment.

As the alarm sounded, a black cloud of Tyranid swarms rushed towards the audience. People could hear the swarm's roar and its desire for flesh and blood.

The Dark Eldar audience began to fear.

They are here to absorb souls, but they don’t say they will become lunch for insects!
The Tyranid swarm pounced on the edge of the curtain of the auditorium, and a bloody smell spread. It could be seen that the defensive capabilities of the force field curtain were gradually decreasing.

The terrified audience discovered various weapons around them and began to grab them to destroy the bugs in front of them, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

And every time they kill a bug, the machine on the seat will spit out a corresponding soul reward.

Under the attack, the bugs were unable to break through the force field curtain.

This made the audience even more excited, and they attacked frantically under the stimulation of adrenaline.

They participated in this exciting duel instead of simply watching it, and everyone felt the deadly threat personally.

That’s the thing about Redemption Arena.

The audience can watch the real war and participate in it. With the help of ubiquitous virtual images, they can watch the life and death battles of every gladiator in the chaotic war.

From the Cabal Warriors, Nightmares, Mandrakes, to the highly skilled Succubi, all are fighting on the battlefield.

The arena also controls a large number of Tyranids, greenskins, etc., creating an unparalleled sense of reality.

More large monsters to challenge.

You can even see the large Zerg Titan and Eldar Titan fighting each other.

Audiences can also spend money to upgrade their weapons or launch large-scale bombings on the battlefield, or wear corresponding equipment and fight on the battlefield themselves.

The Redemption Arena provides adequate protection to keep spectators alive.

At least the audience can be rescued and stitched together before they turn into pieces.

Not only that, the arena also arranges betting items, so you can bet on your favorite unit while watching the war.

To win more rewards.

Of course, such large-scale war competitions can only be held once or twice a month. In addition, there are many traditional or non-traditional events.

Such as battle royale, deathmatch, etc.

There are also new gadgets like electronic cricket fighting, where you can choose your favorite race of units to arm, transform, and alienate, and then throw them into the arena to participate in gambling fights.

Finally win unimaginable rewards.

A good bug or warrior will be fought over by many financiers, who will provide various data analysis, trend judgment, and transformation plans.

As long as there are enough resources and wealth.

You can even use biomass to grow an ordinary axeworm into an incomparable mutant behemoth.

Or you can use special methods to create your own combat unit.

Even if you raise a combat unit in poverty, it may not necessarily lose!

Nowadays, the arena has developed specialized Haemonculus trainers, and some veteran players also talk about the related technical training routes with great relish.

Even poor people can place bets on the outside to try to get rich or just feel the atmosphere.

If you are adventurous or broke, you can go out and have a thrilling competitive journey yourself.

In short, the Redemption Arena combines tradition and innovation, with unimaginable variety, which can make any audience linger and pay attention for a long time!

Sana stayed in the Redemption Arena for a month, but still felt unsatisfied, so he took out a loan and bought a very good Terra Swiftboneworm.

As for the green skin, I can't bear to buy it because it is more difficult to train.

He felt that he had acquired some skills in identifying good units and was almost there.

Sana had no idea that these things were worthless in the outside world, and were used as cheap slaves or flesh and blood materials in Comoros.

But unfortunately, the Redemption Arena does not accept any combat units from outside. Only combat units selected in special breeding rooms can obtain bloodline certification and participate in the competition.

Then win wealth and glory, and get everyone's envy.

Some expensive combat units can even be worth the price of a medium-sized combat sailing ship.

It is said that there are already middlemen selling combat units.

Some guys with a keen sense of smell began to hype up the prices of certain series and varieties of combat units.

The Redemption Arena, a competitive city built on an entire continent, has ushered in a prosperous economic system.

Sana wrote a travelogue and a poem of praise based on his experiences in the Redemption Satellite.

He praised this prosperous border area and its noble descendants of Asurman with unreserved enthusiasm.
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Comoros.

Within weeks, the works of soul poet Sana spread wildly in this dark city, and a wave of enthusiasm for the redemption satellite zone was set off.

The most widely circulated version is the one modified by Asurman's descendants themselves.

Such as:

"Ah, this is what the Dark Eldar civilization should look like!", "This scene in the Redemption Satellite Zone showed me the power of the Dark Eldar", "Raphael Asuman, the last glory of Commorra", "Perhaps, the Dark Eldar should reflect on their loss after the Great Fall", etc.

For a time, the Redemption Satellite Zone and the noble descendant of Asurman were known to everyone.

There are even legends that the descendant of Asurman can bring salvation to Commorra and free the Dark Eldar from the pursuit of the Lady of Thirst.

Cruel Castle, top floor box.

There were some special flyers scattered on the ground.

Victor sat on the throne, playing with a jeweled ball.

It was an ancient relic, a tool used by the planetary sculptors of the Eldar Empire to carve stars.

It can collapse a meteorite belt into a world, or tear a planet into a desired shape in a short period of time.

Such a creation only requires some psychic energy to activate it.

He has many more toys like this.

Victor held the spherical relic tightly, his face grim and cold:
"Where did this descendant of Asurman come from? How dare he dare to challenge the authority of the Supreme Overlord?!"

(End of this chapter)