Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 498: Savior: The descendants of Asuman have come, and there will be peace in Comoros!
"That nightmare monster has found me!"

Valek showed fear on his face and immediately ordered his cabal warriors to attack.

shhhhh--

Poison crystal fragments and dark matter rays poured out, and a colorful curtain of light flooded the roof of the building opposite, completely destroying that area.

In the poisonous fog and smoke, everyone saw the hideous shadow again.

Mandrake Shadow Weavers fold their limbs and bodies into impossible angles, disappearing from view.

"Stop him, don't let that monster in..."

Valek's voice was a little hoarse.

He knew that the shadow creature had not left, but was getting closer to him, and the vicious buzzing around him became stronger.

The entire defense system of the Consul's Palace was put into operation.

Nightmare and Cabal warriors are watching every corner, weapons in their hands ready to go.

They must be wary of any area, otherwise they may lose their lives.

The Archon's Palace fell into silence, so quiet that one could hear the warriors' heartbeats, and fear was spreading silently.

However, after a long time, the attack still did not come, but no one dared to take it lightly.

"That guy was toying with us, trying to torture our spirit and soul."

Valek took a big gulp of the blood-red liquor and injected himself with stimulants to cheer himself up.

Not only him, but even the warriors were tired.

This is the horror of shadow creatures, especially high-level creatures like Mandrake Shadow Weaver.

They have enough patience to wait for their prey's weakness, unless the prey can never rest.

Even then, the shadow creature is interested in continuing to spend time with its prey.

Forever.

"I can hold on. Support from the Black Heart Cabal will arrive soon."

Valek consoled himself.

He stood alone in the center of the hall, the crystal lamps and candlelight illuminating every angle of his body, ensuring that no shadows appeared.

As long as the shadows are eliminated, there will be a chance to deal with the shadow creatures.

Those guys are not immortal, they are just a little more difficult to deal with.

The Dark Eldar are excellent killers or succubi, and can even hunt down those shadow creatures alone.

The consul looked pale and weak.

So sleepy, so sleepy...

The vicious buzzing sound emitted by the shadow creatures was destroying his will. The stimulants were about to lose their effect and an irresistible drowsiness came over him.

But he told himself that he must not fall asleep, as that could mean death.

But all the thoughts and images in his brain were telling Valek that he needed a soft bed, needed to close his eyes, and needed a dark environment.

His body wanted to rest.

Gradually, the sky darkened and night fell around us.

"How is it possible that there is no light in my mansion?!"

Valek shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.

His heart was beating violently, and he had just closed his eyes and fallen asleep without realizing it!
Once he fell asleep on the ground, the shadow created was enough for the shadow creatures to launch an attack.

And it was without any warning.

Fortunately, he was still in the light and did not see any shadows, nor were there any signs of danger around him.

call--

Valek stretched his stiff body and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment.

Ah!
The screams of the conspiracy warriors came from the lower area, as if they had encountered some irresistible terror.

Then there was the sound of heavy gunfire.

Lower area.

The warriors of the conspiracy looked at their fallen companions and opened fire.

The enemy is attacking!
There was more than one shadow creature coming to attack, and their methods of attack were so hard to defend against.

The victims of the attack often hear their companions screaming first, and then see a dark ghost figure emerging from the opponent's shadow, with long limbs holding hideous torture instruments.

Prepared to use it to pierce the hearts of living people or chop off their heads.

What's even more terrifying is that they can pass through any gap like a shadow and arrive at an unexpected location to launch an attack.

Snapped--

The lights went out, and bursts of gunfire illuminated terrified faces.

The lines of the cabal warriors fell into disarray, each trying to shoot or chop at the moving shadows, but unable to cause much damage.

The Mandela attackers' movements were strange and agile, darting across walls, ceilings, and the ground, or blending into shadows to appear in other locations.

They were more like playing with their prey than simply killing each other.

"Die monster!"

The Nightmare Guard seemed to be enraged, and suddenly pulled out a powerful weapon and blasted it towards the ceiling.

Bang!
The floor shook violently.

Valek was also shocked, and then he found a hole in the floor.

He shouted angrily in the communication channel: "You rubbish, you are not allowed to use high-powered weapons to destroy buildings!"

If you destroy the hall's defenses or collapse the floor, you'll be finished too.

yah~
Valek was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at a certain area.

He found that the crystal lighting facilities there were bursting with arcs of electricity, obviously caused by the attack just now.

This results in a loss of light.

A black shadow appeared on the floor of the hall.

Valek subconsciously took a few steps back, but before he could react, the shadows began to move.

Accompanied by the spreading fog.

The dark ghost slowly stood up from the shadows, the surrounding lumens began to flicker, and the entire hall became dim.

He finally saw the appearance of the nightmare monster clearly. In addition to the runes emitting faint light all over its body, he could also see a pair of scarlet bat wings.

That's Mandrake Shadow Weaver!
Such advanced shadow creatures are able to manipulate darkness, sucking away natural and artificial light, plunging the environment into a gloom where even sensors are unable to function.

It can also weave the strands of shadow into shape, further deepening the intensity of darkness.

"Guard!"

Valek subconsciously looked at the Nightmare Guards at the door of the hall, but they had been dragged into the shadows by the other Mandela attackers.

In other words, now he can only rely on himself.

The consul reacted quickly, pulling out his pulverizer pistol and firing at Mandela.

It was his usual monofilament weapon, which, when fired, released an ever-expanding web of monofilament that would tighten upon capturing an enemy and rip him to shreds.

Because monofilament nets can extend over a large area, they are almost impossible to avoid, and the sharp monofilament lines can even cut through heavy armor.

It is an extremely powerful weapon.

Valek has killed many enemies, including a human Chaos Terminator, using the monofilament web fired from his shredder pistol.

It's simply invincible.

In an instant, the monofilament web stretched out and bound the Mandrake Shadow Weaver, then quickly contracted.

"Success!"

This made him happy.

But the next moment, Valek's heart sank.

Because the contraction of the monofilament web failed to harm the target, Mandrake Shadow Weaver turned into a shadow and merged into the ground, disappearing.

My most powerful weapon has failed!
After realizing this, Valek immediately switched to another more powerful energy weapon - the thermal spear pistol.

That would be enough to kill any Mandela.

As he grabbed the Heatspear pistol, a dark figure jumped out from the shadows under his feet.

A dim light flashed.

Before the consul could do anything, the thermal spear pistol broke in two and fell to the ground with a clatter.

He realized the danger was coming and activated his final defense. His personal force field exploded and knocked the abominable monster away.

Valek turned around and ran desperately towards his bedroom.

The explosion of the force field just now can only temporarily stop the opponent, and I must escape to a safe place as soon as possible.

He entered the passage in the bedroom and fled along the secret passage, which was blocked by layer upon layer of sturdy doors.

Finally, he entered a secret room.

Valek gasped violently, watching the final door close.

As a result, even armored forces would find it difficult to break through the defenses here in a short period of time.

But immediately, a feeling of despair arose in his heart:
"It's over, this is a mistake..."

Perhaps because he was too panicked or his mind was influenced by the shadow creature, Valek found that he had made a fatal mistake.

Such a defense would not be able to stop Mandela at all, but would instead put himself in a desperate situation.

There is not even room to escape!

yah~
The lights flickered, cold runes appeared on the walls of the secret room, and another shadow appeared.

The hideous figure of Mandrake Shadowweaver appeared before the Archon, and he had no means or weapons to deal with it. "I am willing to sacrifice more rewards, spare my life..."

Valek's voice was trembling and his back was against the wall. He had no way to retreat.

He looked at the darkness that had solidified on the monster's body and the bloodstained torture instruments, and the fear in his heart was beyond words.

Praying for any possibility of survival.

However, Mandela Shadow Weaver remained unmoved.

This terrifying high-level shadow creature disdains to accept any conditions and focuses on executing the orders of its master.

As he approached step by step, the smell of death became stronger and stronger.

"No!"

Valek's hands felt cold and he closed his eyes in despair, welcoming the arrival of the end.

However, death did not come as expected.

He sensed something was wrong and slowly opened his eyes. Mandrake Shadow Weaver was standing there looking at him, with no intention of continuing the attack.

In his hand was a box, and the storage tanks inside were filled with concentrated souls.

???

Valek was a little confused.

That horrible shadow creature had just stuffed a box full of massive amounts of souls into his hands, giving it to him by force?
He smelled the fragrance of the soul.

These souls were so pure that they were equivalent to what his conspiracy group had plundered for decades.

After all, after paying the eleventh tax on souls to the Supreme Overlord, not much is left for them.

What is going on? Are the shadow creatures making such a big fuss just to give me this?
Just as the Archon was stunned, the hoarse voice of Mandela Shadowweaver sounded, as if trying to utter a syllable: "A... Man..."

Valek suppressed his fear and tried to hear every syllable clearly: "Descendants of Asurman?"

Mandela heard this, nodded and tried to force out a hideous smile:

He pointed to the box in the Archon's hand: "...a gift!"

At this time, a report came from Valek's communication channel.

The Mandrake attackers had retreated, and the shadow creatures hadn't killed anyone except the unfortunate ones who were killed by their own people.

Valek finally understood what was happening. The shadow monster had been trying to break through the defense and get the box into his hands these days?
That was the order from the Shadow Monster's employer, the descendant of Asurman.

After Mandela Shadow Weaver sent the box, he turned into a shadow and merged into the ground. He still had to find other targets.

Valek slumped to the ground.

He looked at the box in front of him, his eyes revealing a hint of greed. This was a white, pure soul!

But the consul soon thought of something and became frightened.

The descendants of Asurman are the enemies that the Supreme Overlord has designated to be eliminated. Is it considered a betrayal if I accept their gift?
If the Supreme Overlord gets to know about this, it will be the end!

But then again, I received the gift in a secret room, no one should know about it, not to mention that this is a pure soul that does not need to be taxed!

How could anyone refuse such lucrative illegal income?
Valek sighed deeply and murmured, "That descendant of Asurman is really wealthy. He is so generous in his spending..."

He thought of the Supreme Overlord.

Not only did their conspiracy group not receive any compensation for serving that entity, they also had to pay taxes to the other party.

How abominable that is!
If the Supreme Overlord dies one day, it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to follow the descendants of Asurman, right?
But now, that abominable being is still alive, who dares to resist him?

The archon looked greedily at the rich spiritual gifts in the box and fell into fear and entanglement.

……

In a remote webway in the Comoros.

"That's right. It is indeed the right choice to let the Shadow Legion deliver the package!"

Ron looked at the intelligence information that had been gathered and nodded with satisfaction.

Those guys can ignore most terrains and defense systems and deliver their gifts accurately to the target.

He is simply a natural errand runner, the kind that works 24 hours a day!
"Oh my god..."

The evil secretary Iris opened her eyes wide and felt numb.

Those shadow creatures are among the most feared assassins in the galaxy, and Lord Asurman only allows them to do this kind of thing?

She looked at the dark ghost figure in front of her who was giving a back massage and freezing drinks to the descendants of Asurman, and suddenly she felt that this hideous creature had become handsome.

It doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Today, the Shadow Legion is responsible for executing one of Ron's strategies to conquer Comoros: forced recharge!
He did not send the Shadow Army to assassinate people or kill people to create panic.

Such an army could not completely conquer the Comoros.

The high-level warriors of the Dark Eldar are no weaker than Mandela, and large-scale assassinations are bound to cause heavy casualties to the Shadow Legion.

Moreover, if he did that, he would be no different from the Supreme Overlord, and the people of Comoros would hate him as a descendant of Asurman.

Thereby cooperating with the Supreme Overlord to destroy himself.

So, Ron used Mandela's mobility and asked them to send generous soul gifts to the archons, including a heartfelt letter of promises.

Use forced bribes to shake the minds of the consuls.

Let them know how generous the descendants of Asurman are, and everyone can eat meat.

This is tantamount to an open conspiracy.

Whether they voluntarily admit that they accepted the bribe or conceal it, it will undermine the trust between them.

No one knew how many traitors who had received gifts from the descendants of Asurman were hiding among them.

Ron also dared to bet that those archons would not dare to reveal to the Supreme Overlord that they had accepted gifts from the descendants of Asurman.

After all, being honest with that capricious being is almost like committing suicide.

And we should not underestimate the archons' desire for souls. The soul tithe in Comoros is not much lighter than that in the Empire.

Ron positioned himself as "Zhang Mazi" who upholds justice, rather than a supreme overlord like "Huang Silang" who would collect taxes from Comoros for many years.

What he had to do next was to completely expose the ugly face and weak side of the Supreme Overlord to everyone.

Try to eliminate people's fear of that existence as much as possible and provoke their rebellious mentality.

In short, the wind is about to blow in the Comoros.

All Asurman needs to do is wait for the right time, enter the city openly, and then, with the support of the masses, deliver a fatal blow to the Supreme Overlord!
……

On the streets of the Spire District.

It was some time after those nightmarish monsters left that people dared to return to the streets.

They talked about this terrible experience and the horror of those hideous shadows, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

"Then... those monsters are coming again!"

However, riots soon broke out in the streets again, and people fled in all directions screaming.

The terrible nightmare monster comes again!

In the shadows of the streets, some hideous ghosts emerged again, and many people had no time to escape.

They became more and more frightened.

In fear of the Dark Eldar residents, the Mandelas took out a few posters and pasted them in conspicuous places on the street, and handed out a few leaflets to the residents nearby.

Afterwards, they sank into the shadows, only to reappear somewhere else to continue pasting posters or handing out flyers.

The efficiency is particularly high.

That is the propaganda force of the Shadow Legion, whose main task is to post posters and distribute leaflets.

This is the real way to open the dimensional army!

The Shadow Legion is now divided into three teams:
One team was responsible for running errands and delivering gifts; one team was responsible for posting posters and distributing flyers; and another team was dedicated to drilling into various pipes, underground dark rooms, and ruins to assist the Imperial Guards in searching for the Emperor's clone and the Black Throne.

This shadow creature unit, responsible for posting posters and distributing flyers, has a heavy task.

They have to post all kinds of promotional materials all over the streets and alleys of Comoros, preferably at the door of the Supreme Overlord's residence or at the head of his bed!

Since many areas in Comoros are controlled by black-hearted conspiracy groups, this is impossible to achieve under normal circumstances, and the propagandists sent out will be quickly wiped out.

But these shadow creatures are different. They can move through the shadows with impunity, get close and run away, and are very difficult to catch.

Most suitable to complete this difficult task, in order to promote the ideas of the descendants of Asurman or to discredit and eliminate the terrifying image of Victor.

Street corner.

A dark Eldar child was crying loudly as he looked at the nightmare monster next to him, fearing that the monster would dismember him like in the horror story.

boo——

Mandela quickly silenced the kid.

Under everyone's desperate gaze, he suddenly stuffed an opened soul potion from the powerful dream series into the child's mouth, and then handed him a flyer.

"A gift from the descendants of Asurman..."

After leaving these words, he merged into the shadows.

The powerful Dream Series Soul Potion, which contained more than 90% of special substances, instantly made the Dark Eldar child's body red and almost made him fly to the sky.

But the soul energy contained in it restored the color of his pale and shriveled body, and he also felt much better.

Due to the cruel tithe on souls, the lower classes of the Dark Eldar barely get any souls, and the long-term erosion of the Lady of Thirst has left them on the verge of death.

Many children die before they even grow up.

This little bit of soul is a great tonic for them!
"Not only do nightmare monsters not kill people, but they also emit souls?"

The residents of Comoros were very surprised and a little eager, but they were not afraid of this.

After all, the lack of soul is more terrible than death.

They suppressed their fear and approached Mandela on their own initiative, taking the flyer handed over to them, and indeed received a low-level soul potion.

But when the residents saw the text and pictures on the flyers, they felt a little scared again.

(End of this chapter)