Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 497 Savior: Tremble, Comoros, the Shadow Legion attacks!
"By the Emperor, you cannot escape the tracking and lock of the Imperial Guards, even through the spiritual network!"

The commander of the imperial guards looked at the anonymous poster whose profile picture was a giant crow and replied with gritted teeth.

But his words were quickly drowned out by numerous other replies.

That post has become a hot topic on the headlines, and more people have come to watch.

Say anything.

Conservatives felt that the post was blasphemous to the Guards and it would be best to delete it to avoid angering them.

The radicals believe that this is the spirit of the spiritual network, where nothing can be mentioned and nothing can be said.

Then the Imperial Forum would have no meaning to exist.

The weirdo sighed and said that the Imperial Guards' loss of the vehicle was too dangerous and careless.

What if the empire’s core technology is learned by heretical aliens?
The spectators nodded repeatedly, saying that what you said made sense, and then they liked the post crazily to increase its popularity.

"Perhaps, I need to contact the Lord Savior to erase such blasphemous content."

The commander of the imperial guards thought so.

But the next moment, his breathing stagnated.

Because I hope the Primarch Savior liked the post!
That existing account is not anonymous, the logo is very obvious, and the forum program also gives it a striking and hot recommendation.

But soon, the like was cancelled.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

I hope that after sending this reply, the original host will go offline.

As if nothing had happened.

In fact, except for important secrets involving aliens and heretics which will be automatically hidden, no one has the right to delete other people's posts on the Imperial Forum.

The Mechanical Goddess is responsible for full monitoring.

This is also Ron's purpose, to let everyone speak boldly so that more secrets can be collected.

All useful information will be automatically extracted and stored in the database.

In this way, if the spiritual network really finds any serious alien and heretical behavior, it will be convenient to make a list and let the Inquisition come to the door to provide assistance.

Although the Lingwang Empire Forum has freedom of speech, it cannot lose its bottom line.

Any evil will eventually be brought to justice!
The Lord Commander of the Custodes realized that the Primarch would not interfere in this matter, so he gave up the idea of ​​contacting him.

While watching, he reported the situation to the imperial guards.

The Imperial Guards were unable to affect the operation of the Imperial Forum and the Spiritual Network, but they acted quickly to make up for the shame caused by their mistakes.

"There are even Imperial Guard weapons on the Gyrfalcon. The quality of these weapons is so good that I want to bid for them!"

The anonymous poster continued to reply to the post, showing a close-up of the spare explosive weapons on the weapon rack of the Imperial Guard vehicle.

At this moment, everyone in the forum was a little confused.

"Swear in the name of the Emperor, did you steal the Custodian's vehicle?"

"Little crow, have you revealed your true colors?"

"You can't run away. The Imperial Guards will come to arrest you soon. Just wait for the bombs to explode!"

"Someone here is disloyal, the Inquisition is dispatched!"

Under the leadership of the Oil Man, the people in the Imperial Forum have already become proficient in using the terminology of the Spiritual Network and have adapted to the style of the forum.

The anonymous poster was a little nervous and tried hard to explain:

"Emperor, I have nothing to do with the Blood Raven traitors. I was just using monitoring equipment to secretly observe this transaction.

I was almost discovered just now, it was so dangerous!"

The poster didn't seem to want to have anything to do with Blood Crow, but no matter how he explained the matter, no one believed him.

The commander of the Imperial Guards suddenly discovered a new message:

"If the Imperial Guards vehicle had been sold to us earlier, it would have been worth more. Unfortunately, we don't need it now. It's a bit late to throw it away. Hahahahaha."

He was keenly aware of something unusual and looked up at Jubal who was sitting in the driver's seat next to him.

The chapter commander was driving the vehicle at high speed and operating something on the data pad, with a smile on his face.

But he noticed the gaze of the imperial guards, and slowly put away the data tablet while the two of them looked at each other.

The commander of the imperial guards stared at Jubal, keeping a close eye on him:

"What are you doing?"

He suspected that the message just now was left by the White Scars Chapter Captain.

“I was just looking at the map…”

Jubal looked nonchalant: "Sir, what happened?"

The commander of the Imperial Guards looked at it for a few seconds before lowering his head to continue looking at the data board.

He seriously suspected that this guy was the one who left the message, but he also realized that there was no point in dwelling on it.

That would only make things more awkward.

Now he only hoped that the Imperial Guards could find the lost vehicle as soon as possible, and allow some of the Imperial Guards to access the spiritual network as soon as possible, so as to control some public opinion.

At the same time, it deters the existence of some empires.

If they simply reject them, it will only put them in a more disadvantageous situation on the spiritual network.

With the return of the Primarch, and especially the rise of the Savior, the Empire is no longer a place where the Custodes have the final say.

They must also adapt to new changes in order to better guard the Emperor.

The Imperial Guards need a spiritual network even more so as not to lag behind other departments and forces in the empire in intelligence.

Soon, new changes appeared in the post, with a few more pictures added.

It was a blurry photo of the Custodes' heavy Gratus-type dreadnoughts breaking into the black market, as if taken in a state of tension.

Heavy fearless violence destroyed the defenses of the black market's gate. The black market members inside all showed expressions of horror, demonstrating the immense deterrent power of the Imperial Guards.

The anonymous poster seemed to be in a state of panic:
"Your Majesty, I was wrong. The Imperial Guards really came to our door through the spiritual network!"

The people who were chatting excitedly in the post also quieted down and stopped saying anything out of line.

The Imperial Guards might have some means of searching, and it would be troublesome if they really found us.

After a while, someone left a message asking, "Original poster, are you dead?"

No one responded for a long time.

Just as everyone was preparing to mourn the passing of this warrior, the anonymous poster replied:
"I was trampled by a heavy dreadnought of the Custodians and nearly died.

Alas, the fleet of the Inquisition has surrounded this airport. I have to find a chance to retreat. See you later, brothers..."

After that, there was no news about this post.

But everyone can guess the ending. Those Blood Crow traitors will probably not have a good end, and the black market will be completely wiped out.

As for that warrior, we can only wish him a safe escape.

It would be fine if it was an insider of the Inquisition, but if it was a smuggler or a noble who made profits on the black market, it would be terrible if he was caught.

But no one knows whether what he said is true or false, or whether he is a member of the Blood Ravens, and the Imperial Guards will not reveal the results of this operation.

The commander of the imperial guards finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this result.

In any case, the matter has come to an end.

He devoted his energy to the mission, and with the help of the information in the spiritual network database and the intelligence held by the Imperial Guards, he found a possible trading port.

Afterwards, he went to the port with the White Scar warriors.
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web channel.

Secret base, entrance to Erindrach.

Ron looked through the intelligence sent by the joint team of the Imperial Guard and the White Scars and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that they have found the clue."

They found clues about the Emperor's clones and were able to continue their pursuit.

I can also devote more energy to dealing with Vicott without having to be distracted by dealing with too many things.

Suddenly, he noticed something and looked towards the void.

boom--

There was a roar in the distance.

A beam of scorching red light rose up, its power unstoppable.

Next, there were cracks formed by the rupture of the cyberspace, and malicious eyes were spying through the cracks.

That's the horny lady!

Everyone in the area fell into extreme fear, not daring to move, and even stopped breathing.

Afraid of attracting the attention of the evil god of the subspace.

Even Ron felt that gaze full of desire and hunger, which was so uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the cracks healed slowly after a while.

"Is this the power of the forbidden artifact?"

Ron looked at the changes in the void in the distance and his face turned gloomy.

Apparently, the Supreme Overlord Victor's troops had successfully attacked one of his own Webway bases.

It is hard to imagine what the consequences would be if such an attack were to land on the Redemption Satellite Zone or its own Webway area.

What's more terrifying is that the tearing of the webspace barrier may also attract demons and chaos gods.

It is much easier for demons to enter the webway than to enter the real universe, and there is almost no cost.

The most serious consequence is that it will become the entrance from the Warp to reality, just like the Webway of the Emperor himself, with endless demons pouring in.

And he doesn't even have the Golden Throne to suppress them.

Although Victor wouldn't be crazy enough to do such a self-destructive thing, we still have to be on guard.

Not long after, Iris came to report the latest intelligence. The secretary still had a hint of fear:

“Lord Asurman, our black market base… was destroyed. An unknown weapon destroyed the landmass, leaving no buildings behind.

Fortunately, the attacking force has retreated and did not discover this place."

"Notify all bases to strengthen their defenses. The enemy's attack force has become more intense."

Ron ordered, frowning.

Fortunately, I was more careful and set up a new defense system, transferring most of the personnel and supplies to this secret base in advance.

Otherwise, this wave of attacks will fall on your own heads.

Fighting against a being like the Supreme Overlord Victor who possesses forbidden technology is really like walking on thin ice.

He doesn't try to argue with you at all, he just turns the table over as soon as he comes.

Who knows, one day, a space ship full of demons might come crashing down like a meteorite.

But it’s not okay to keep taking hits like this. The Redemption Satellite Zone has been on passive defense for too long, and it won’t be able to hold on any longer.

Now all the plans are ready, and there is sufficient soul energy and combat supplies.

It's time to fight back.

I must enter Comoros at a faster speed, strike at Victor's power and authority, and steal each other's home!
laugh--

A cold wind blew in from somewhere and blew the candlelight all over the place.

The light in the entire hall became dim and uncertain.

Then there was a malicious hum, cold runes appeared on the surface of objects, and moving shadows could be seen in the mirror.

"Sir, they are coming!"

Iris felt cold and couldn't help shivering.

Ron said nothing, got down from the obsidian throne, and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

Although the witch secretary was afraid, she still followed the descendant of Asurman out. After all, it might be more dangerous to stay in the hall.

They came out of the hall and onto the square outside.

The sky was dark, without a trace of light. The void of the portal of Erindrach deep in the square was like the rippling surface of water, with something constantly emerging from it.

But no one could see what it was.

Iris and many Dark Eldar warriors sensed a growing sense of helplessness and panic.

An oppressive atmosphere made the air thick, like the silence before death.

They couldn't help but think of the horror phenomena and absurd stories circulating in the Comoros.

Those who managed to survive recounted, in trembling whispers, their horrific experiences with creatures from the dark dimension.

People didn't dare to breathe.

At this moment, the darkness in the square seemed to come alive.

Shadows are everywhere!

"Creeping in fear..."

Iris uttered a term in the ancient Dark Eldar language, which was the Dark Eldar's code for the terrifying dimensional creatures.

It is usually directed at the most evil creature among them - Mandrake!

Anyone can communicate with Mandela through some kind of medium through mysterious rituals.

Such as standing alone in front of a dark mirror; immersing in a pool of blood, mercury and body parts; or inhaling mourning roots to enter a trance.

At the same time, using the evil stone as a medium can attract Mandela's attention and summon them.

If the summoner can pay a strange and terrible price, their loyalty can be gained.

But this is often a difficult thing to do.

Because Mandela had no need for worldly wealth and was willing to accept helpless living captives as payment at most.

In reality, what these dimensional beings really want are precious memories, secret true names, heartbeats, and precious souls.

If the summoner fails to produce what they want, they may be devoured.

When Ron summoned these creatures from the dark dimension, he promised them his endless soul.

No one has ever been able to contract so many shadow creatures at the same time, and if one day he is unable to pay such a large number of souls as a reward.

Then he will be devoured by countless shadow creatures.

These horrific creatures can easily enter the real universe and unknown dimensions, and move with the help of any shadows.

For the people of the galaxy, it may be more difficult to deal with than the devil.

That means you may be attacked at any time, and you can never close your eyes again. As long as there are shadows, it is not safe!
This is why he must defend the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Once the device that draws and stores the energy of the Goddess of Life in the Redemption Satellite Zone is destroyed, he will not be able to continue to supply so much soul energy.

Before Victor could take any action, he might be overwhelmed by the shadow creatures.

But no matter what, huge costs and risks mean unimaginable benefits.

Ron strolled in the square under the terrified gazes of the crowd, with the shadows under his feet extending infinitely.

Those are living shadows.

One after another, grotesque humanoid creatures stood up from the shadows, their bodies covered with creepy runes and their eyes as cold as ice chips.

The thin, twisted limbs held hideous torture instruments.

This is Mandrake, a creature from the shadow dimension.

They are good at launching unprovoked terrorist killings behind the enemy, can entangle the enemy to create an inescapable nightmare, and break into any possible area to assassinate the target.

Mandela will never give up hunting down their prey. Instead, their biggest expectation for their prey is that they can resist for as long as possible.

Even if they are eliminated, it is possible that more dangerous lives of Eileen Drach will be attracted.

Once these shadow creatures appear en masse, they will cause constant fear and disturbance to the people in the area, like some kind of curse that is difficult to dispel.

"What a wonderful creature..."

Ron walked through the tide of hideous shadows without any fear.

Wherever this descendant of Asurman passed, all the shadow creatures knelt on the ground, as if paying homage to their king.

The dark elves at the entrance of the hall were forced to kneel down under such momentum.

Ron looked at the terrifying figure crawling and spreading to the end of his vision and smiled.

This is the Shadow Legion under his command. The last piece of the puzzle for attacking Comoros is in place.

He gave the order:

"Go, my Shadow Legion... Go to Comoros, go to every spire, and let the residents there bear witness to your terror!"

Following the orders of the descendants of Asuman, all the shadows surged madly and rushed towards Comoros in some form.

Ron has already arranged the most appropriate targets and combat methods for these shadow creatures.

The nightmare of the Shadow Legion will loom over the dark city, bringing gifts from the descendants of Asurman to the terrified people there.

And he will become the most important and irresistible existence in Comoros!
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Comoros.

Rouge Harbor, Spire District.

This dark city is always gloomy, and now there are more creeping shadows between the towering spires and statues.

There was no one to be seen on the streets, and the lights were dim and flickering.

"Father, look at that..."

The young child stood in the middle of the empty street, as if he had seen something horrible.

"Come back quickly!"

The Dark Eldar merchant rushed over anxiously, pulled his child back into the shop, locked the doors and windows, and lit all the candles.

He warned the child quietly not to let him run out again.

The family members whispered around the candlelight, and the Dark Eldar merchant told a dark fairy tale that he had experienced personally, and the protagonist of the story was a terrifying dimensional creature.

At that time, he followed the conspiracy group to transport a batch of high-quality human slaves. However, on the way back to Comoros, a bizarre incident occurred...

With the trembling voice of the Dark Eldar merchant, the slowly swaying candlelight and the interweaving shadows, more fear appeared on the family's faces.

no doubt.

An unknown darkness enveloped the area and people were in fear.

The spire, the residence of the consul.

Valek, Archon of the Unclean Kabal, is hiding in the halls on the highest floors.

He lit up all the lights and force fields, making this ancient hall magnificent and golden. Many hidden poison crystal guns and dark matter light spears were aimed at all possible passages.

The Nightmare Guards also stood in the designated positions, trying to eliminate any shadows as much as possible.

"Darkness is coming..."

Valek's eye sockets were sunken; he hadn't slept for days.

This was the first time he was so afraid of the area he ruled since he killed his superior, declared his allegiance to the Black Heart Cabal and became Archon.

The consul was clearly aware that those nightmarish monsters were coming for him.

But he couldn't get rid of that curse.

Suddenly, Valek noticed some movement and looked outside.

He looked through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall and saw a terrifying figure on the building opposite.

The shadow crawled along the vertical wall like a spider, then suddenly turned its head and looked over here, as if it had locked onto its prey...

(End of this chapter)