Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 489: The battle is exciting, the powerful Titus slashes the aliens online!
When the Supreme Overlord Victor is angry, an extraordinary ballet of killing takes place in the arena.

Arena Queen Lylith's blade pierced the enemy's deformed head, executing the Chaos Lord.

She was enjoying the audience's cheers as usual, with her body stretched out, and every part of her body was in perfect proportion.

However, the succubus queen's face was gloomy because she found that the number of audiences in her theater was one-fifth less than before.

Especially the audience in the VIP area, there are even fewer.

"The Redemption Arena has taken away the attention of Cruel Castle, and a new competitive star is rising..."

Lalith thought about it and felt a sense of crisis.

These days, she has been hearing more and more rumors about the Redemption Arena and its new succubus star, Allah.

There are more extreme performances and tricks there.

Some Archons secretly said that the performance at Cruel Castle had become stale and that the Arena of Redemption might take its place.

The former succubus queen will be ignored.

Lalith severely punished those who spoke so wildly, but she couldn't think of how to restore the reputation of Cruel Castle.

The succubus queen decided to take a trip to the Redemption Arena.

In addition to watching the performances, she would also take on challenges. She would never allow anyone to be superior to her.

Especially in the area of ​​killing skills.

Soon, Lylith's graceful figure disappeared into the shadows of the arena.

She left.

……

Inside the top floor box.

"Where's Lylith?"

Victor questioned his maid and bodyguard Nosha: "Why did she refuse my summons and the order of the Supreme Overlord?"

Nosa replied:
"My Lord, she left. She left Cruel Castle through a secret passage. Our spies speculated that she went to the Redemption Satellite District."

This answer made Victor's anger uncontrollable.

The relic ball he threw smashed the soul machine on the table, and the green smoke formed by the evaporation of the medicine spread and floated above his head.

The departure of the Succubus Queen will have more impact.

Now even the pearls of the Comoros have gone to the Redemption Satellite and entered the territory of the descendants of Asurman.

This will undoubtedly enhance the other party's reputation.

Victor knew the foundation of his rule - fear and prestige.

His own intrigues and brutal killings made the Archons and the residents of Comoros tremble at the mere mention of the Supreme Overlord.

I didn't dare to have any thought of resistance.

He killed all the consuls who dared to resist and seized their property.

In this way, the Black Heart Conspiracy can control the webway routes throughout Comoros and collect the tithe of souls from other conspiracies through the entrance checkpoints to maintain their rule.

As a result, he possessed the largest fleet and armed forces in the conspiracy.

But the Comoros were still too large and their power too numerous to be completely eliminated.

Especially those nobles from the old days.

So he must maintain that fear and prestige, especially while the aftermath of the Great Schism has not yet disappeared.

Because once people no longer fear themselves.

The hatred and anger that have been suppressed over the years will completely erupt, and he will face the biggest crisis in history.

Of course, that's just a possibility.

Victor regained his composure and decided that he would not let that happen.

never!

He ordered his favorite concubine, Beda, to come and serve him to calm his temper.

The favorite concubine lived near the hippodrome.

However, the supreme overlord received even more infuriating news: Miss Bedda was missing!

According to the interrogation of the Nightmare Warrior, she most likely betrayed the Supreme Overlord.

Miss Beda had an affair with another archon, and there was vague evidence that the archon was a descendant of Asuman.

"Kill them, by any means..."

The green smoke above Victor's head grew thicker, and he became calmer instead.

He dealt with all those who knew about it, and then ordered a hunt for the descendants of Asurman and Miss Beda.

This matter involves the prestige and dignity of the Supreme Overlord, and only complete death can eliminate it!

Soon, the assassins and warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy were searching the entire Comoros, at any cost.

All those involved in the existence of the descendants of Asuman and Miss Beida were brutally killed.

Even if you've just met them or handed out promotional leaflets.

at the same time.

Victor sent a large number of spies to the Redemption Satellite Area.

After finding the corresponding attack route and entrance, his fleet will completely capture the area and plunder all the wealth of that sewer rat!
……

Port Derian, a secret underground poison factory.

This poison-making base of the Viper Cabal has been urgently converted into a large printing plant capable of printing special leaflets.

It was a display technology of the Eldar Empire that could form dynamic text or images on special paper.

Ron oversaw the promotion and printing activities, with piles of promotional materials shipped to various regions via secret web channels.

He must accumulate his own reputation through propaganda offensives in order to attract more forces to deal with the Supreme Overlord.

Otherwise, it would most likely be Mary's fate.

Even if they took the initiative to seek cooperation, those arrogant Dark Eldar forces would not accept it, let alone dare to accept it.

"Sir Asuman, several of our factories have been attacked again, and the forbidden relics have razed them to the ground."

Maris was a little worried.

This was the first time she took the initiative to launch a counterattack against the Supreme Overlord, but she was forced to hide from the opponent's attacks.

"So we need to quickly stock up on the corresponding promotional materials."

Ron quickly processed some intelligence information and sent out a communication asking the soul poet to write more material.

When it comes to propaganda work, the pen is quite important.

After the guy's affair with the Cricket Supreme Overlord was exposed, he no longer dared to return to Comoros and completely became his lackey.

Now, apart from being afraid, the soul poet's daily life is spent writing literary epic works that praise the descendants of Asuman and denounce and slander Victor.

There was no turning back for him, his only hope was that Victor would fall.

Ron thought of something and turned to ask, "By the way, has your person picked up Miss Beida? We need her to cooperate with the publicity."

Maris nodded. "Our people have found her. They are rushing to Port Derian via the webway."

The complex network structure of the webpaths within Comoros gave the rebels room to maneuver.

Otherwise, the supreme overlord would have wiped out all opposition forces long ago.

"Work hard. After we defeat Victor, everyone will be able to enjoy higher quality souls!"

Ron was quite satisfied with the current situation. He waved his hand and distributed more soul potions to the members of the Viper Conspiracy.

At the same time, more pies were drawn.

"Long live the descendants of Asurman!"

The members of the Serpent Cabal were inspired and worshipped this noble being even more.

Since the arrival of the other party, these rebels have ended their situation of going hungry for nine meals every three days, and their souls have gradually become richer.

Maris looked at this scene and felt a little uncomfortable.

The warriors under his command seemed to obey the orders of the descendants of Asurman more than their own.

But she didn't say anything.

After all, the descendant of Asurman promised him more.

Two days later.

The Viper Conspiracy brought Miss Beda safely and brought back bad news.

The armed forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy have tracked them down and will soon find this secret factory base.

With their current strength, they are simply unable to resist!
hum~
The prismatic mechanical device suddenly floated above the dock.

The next moment, black lightning flashed around the mechanical device, and the space collapsed to form a void.

A singularity black hole appeared.

It sucked in all the matter around it, whether it was steel buildings, defensive arrays, or the life within them.

The Derian Port dock and the poison factory underneath were completely destroyed, leaving only a giant semi-spherical crater more than ten kilometers long.

It was like some void monster had taken a single bite and consumed all matter in the area.

"Phew~ Fortunately we retreated quickly..."

Ron looked at the neat wreckage in the distance and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The technological relics of the Eldar Empire are so terrifying. They can throw a small black hole at the slightest disagreement like Victor did. No one can stop them!
This is also the reason why he waged guerrilla warfare and propaganda warfare.

In a battlefield like the Comoros, sending in your own army to fight would be a pure loss. Even sending in a fleet to bomb would not be very effective.

This is simply a complex entity the size of a star region, and the fleet coming in is no different from a small insect.

Putting aside the city’s orbital defense, just bombing it once would be enough to bankrupt oneself.

Every shot costs pure silver!

It would be better to launch a propaganda war, stir up internal strife among the Dark Eldar, and let them fight among themselves.

What's more, I, the descendant of Asurman, came to eliminate tyranny and save the Dark Eldar.

"My Lord, I...what should we do next?"

Miss Beda hugged Ron's arm and trembled with fear. She was frightened by the terrible attack of the Black Heart Cabal.

"We will retreat strategically first, and then launch a counterattack when we are fully prepared."

Ron was not panicking at all, everything was going as planned.

The resources he has stockpiled now are not enough, especially the soul energy, which is not enough to support the subsequent plans.

Next, Aisha will have to work harder.

Although the goddess of life has absorbed more faith and has been outputting her energy day and night, she is becoming thinner and thinner, and her skin is almost bald after "taking a bath".

But there is nothing we can do about it.

The dark city of Comoros is linked by employment and contracts, and the price paid is souls. The Supreme Overlord can always implement cruel rule because he controls the entrance to the webway route and collects a large amount of soul tithe to maintain his own armed forces.

If he wanted to defeat Victor, in addition to improving his reputation and undermining the opponent's prestige, he also needed to have enough souls.

Make those wavering and ulterior motives an offer they can't refuse.

Soon, Ron and his group entered the webway and headed to another area.

The main entrance to the web.

Trackers from the Blackheart Cabal followed the trail left by the descendants of Asurman to find the entrance, and saw a large chest at the entrance.

"Be careful, this might be some kind of destructive weapon!"

A tracker warned.

The other tracker reacted quickly, immediately establishing a shielded stance, then remotely scanned and opened the box through a mechanical machine.

However, what was inside shocked them even more.

Because the box does not contain any explosive weapons, nor any hazards, but pure soul potion.

It is a treasure for any member of the conspiracy.

???

Both trackers were stunned.

It was left behind by a descendant of Asurman, and came with a one-off message that seemed to be an attempt to bribe those who were hunting him.

But he did not put forward any conditions, nor did he ask them to betray him.

I just want to say that my brothers have worked hard in hunting me down, so I’ll leave some souls for everyone to use for health care and drink some fine wine.

Faced with such wealth, the two pursuers kept their distance, wary of sneak attacks from the other side.

But they soon reached an agreement to divide the wealth in half and keep it secret.

The trackers took the soul potion.

But they did not dare to conceal the information and still reported the escape route of Asuman's descendants to their superiors.

It was just a few minutes late, after all, that being gave a little too much.

After that, more and more hunting teams received recharges from the descendants of Asurman without any conditions.

Some of them were exposed and punished, some ran away on the spot, and some were not discovered and kept silent about it.

Since everyone took it, it’s the same as no one took it.

Sometimes, if the higher-ups take it, it would be unreasonable for the lower-ups not to take it, as it would affect internal unity.

The conspiracy groups themselves don't have much moral bottom line, especially the affiliated conspiracy groups.

Everyone works with their soul.

What's more, the Black Heart Conspiracy drove them to hunt down by issuing orders.

There is no reward at all.

Now that you can get paid and don’t have to disobey orders, why not do it?
But their mentality has subtly changed.

On one side are the beings that drive you to do things and punish you if you fail to complete them, and on the other side are the noble descendants of Asurman who recharge for no reason.

It is clear who is good and who is bad.

The pursuit troops that were secretly recharged in various parts of Comoros couldn't help but slow down their pace.

Maybe it’s because the sponsor gave too much, or maybe it’s because he wants more.

After all, if the descendants of Asurman were caught, they would be gone in the future. Everyone understands this truth.

They hope this manhunt will last as long as possible.

……

web channel.

"hateful!"

Maris leaped forward, dodged the attack of the dark matter ray, and fell to the ground, stunned.

She had no time to pay attention to the wounds on her body, and swung the sharp steel fan violently, shooting out several poisonous needles.

The poison needles hit the pilot of the Decapitation Flying Vehicle, causing it to lose control and collide with the vehicle next to it. Both vehicles rolled over and crashed into the wall next to them.

"Are you OK?"

Ron raised his hand and pulled up the collaborator, then threw a plasma grenade to blow up the Destroyer motorcycle that was crashing into him.

He did not look back at the explosion at such close range, letting the aftermath and debris of the explosion pass by and blow up his long black hair.

Maris shook her head. She found that this descendant of the nobility was always so elegant and confident.

This is also one of the reasons why she trusts him so much.

That existence seemed to be able to cope with any situation, even such a desperate situation - their team was separated and was hunted down by the elite armed forces directly under the Black Heart Conspiracy Group.

They mistakenly trusted an old map and entered a ruined section of the Webway.

This delayed their escape and they were surrounded.

Ron took Marys through the complex web of channels. It was so strange and unreal here, without any dust or dirt.

The surroundings are filled with spider-web-like barriers that extend into infinite space, as if one can see the entire universe from the barriers.

They just need to pass through this webway to reach a safe area.

However, before the two had gone far, a creepy roar was heard.

Three "Talos" flesh-and-blood pain engines produced by the Haemonculus Society, equipped with mechanical arms, scalpels, and various dissection tools, caught up.

That is a creation powerful enough to destroy the demon engine.

The Haemonculus Society even claimed that the Chaos Demon Engines were nothing but dolls in front of Talos.

"Sir Asuman, we may be approaching the end..."

Maryse closed her eyes in despair.

She is good at poisoning and assassination, and does not have much fighting ability, and that noble being is even more so.

It's hard to escape these killing machines.

"Not necessarily."

Ron didn't run away in panic, because he couldn't escape anyway.

In order to fit the aristocratic image of the Asurman family, this Dark Eldar clone is not very strong and has difficulty using psychic powers.

At most, their combat power is slightly stronger than that of ordinary Space Marines.

He stopped Maris who was trying to fight back and said, "Madam, don't despair yet. My alien bodyguard Titus is here..."

As he was speaking, the dull sound of combat boots hitting the ground could be heard on the webpath, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Roar!
A bloody pain engine pounced on them, the smell of blood went straight into their noses, and the huge blood-stained claws were about to tear the bodies of the two men apart.

But the next moment, a dark shadow flashed past the two of them.

The tall body rushed straight towards the flesh and blood pain engine.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill.

Titus had a determined look on his face. He raised his arm and crashed into the Painful Flesh Engine without hesitation. Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of flesh and blood exploding.

The hideous flesh and blood creature burst into electric arcs under the violent collision, and disintegrated at a scale visible to the naked eye, with flesh, blood, juice, and mechanical parts scattered all over the ground.

The tough guy directly crashed into the flesh engine!
Snapped--

Titus crushed the alien creature's head, grabbed the remaining thick thorn chain and wrapped it around his fist, then shook off the filthy blood foam on it.

He tilted his head slightly to glance at the clone of his genetic father and nodded in respect.

"What an amazing warrior!"

Maris held her breath and dared not move at all.

She couldn't imagine how powerful this human genetic warrior was, he actually crashed a Taros!

What was even more terrifying was the murderous aura he unintentionally exuded, as if the warrior would kill him in the next second.

Ron looked at Titus with great satisfaction, he was indeed one of the bravest warriors under his command.

My full set of legendary equipment is worth the price of the ticket.

Boom boom boom——

Titus pulled out his Arbiter composite bolter and fired a volley of alchemical ammunition, knocking back a Flesh Engine.

He then quickly switched weapons, activating the force field of "Glory", and dismembered another Flesh Engine and the Dark Eldar xenos on it with swift slashes.

As the blood and limbs fell, a vicious mechanical scorpion tail pierced through the blood and stung, and the poisonous crystal at the end of the tail flashed coldly.

Those are spikes that can easily penetrate armor!

Titus dodged the fatal blow by turning his head, grabbed the mechanical scorpion's tail, pulled the last flesh engine over, and smashed it to the ground.

Then, he struck out with his fists wrapped in thick chains, again and again!
This tough guy smashed the Flesh Engine to death, and the dirty blood covered his scarred face, making him look even more hideous.

After he dealt with the enemy, he silently returned to the Father of Genes and was on standby at any time.

"Titus, remember to wear a helmet when you fight next time."

Ron kindly reminded him, showing concern, even though he himself didn't usually wear a helmet.

Titus was a little surprised, but he nodded heavily.

He never communicated too much with the Gene Father when aliens were present, so as not to accidentally expose the information.

Marys also breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed they were safe.

But soon, she heard the roar of more mechanical engines, and a large-scale armed force arrived!
Everyone raised their heads and looked forward.

It was an organized armed pursuit team.

Several Ripper anti-tank sailboats, "Kronos" parasitic engines, more pillager troop carriers, and raider motorcycles, carrying many conspiracy warriors and nightmare fighters.

There is also a group of Sharp Claw Terrors and Ether Hounds, and even the Dark Eldar Scourge can be vaguely seen flying in the air.

This is enough weapon to destroy several full-strength Primaris Space Marine squads!
"What should we do now?"

Maryse didn't even have time to despair and asked subconsciously.

Such a large number of pursuers was beyond Ron's expectations.

He swallowed and said, "Pray for a miracle to happen, or hope that Titus can kill all the pursuers."

There are about thirty vehicles, hundreds of soldiers, and more than a thousand alien beasts? !

I don't know if there is anything behind it, I can't see it clearly...

"I will take care of all my enemies."

Titus's eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation.

He grabbed the helmet and put it on, closing it, the electronic eyepiece turning scarlet.

Afterwards, the warrior stood in front of the Gene Father, holding the combat dagger and the power sword in his hands, and slowly walked towards the attacking alien army...

(End of this chapter)