Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 500: Savior: This Governor Smith is a Talent

Rouge Port.

The streets are narrow and winding, with towering spires on both sides piercing the sky like sharp teeth.

Today is the low point of the Black Day swing, which is early morning.

The locked dying star stared coldly at the twisted city as it always did.

The air was filled with a mixture of metal, rotting meat, and spices, pungent and strange, yet morbidly alluring.

There were not many pedestrians on the street. I don’t know when more posters were posted in conspicuous places, and more flyers were scattered on the ground.

It was as if these posters and flyers had never been cleaned up.

The passers-by were all leaning sideways or lowering their heads, and their figures appeared blurry and distorted under the dark red light.

They dared not look at the posters and leaflets, fearing that their actions of viewing the blasphemous content would be seen by the warriors of the Black Hearted Conspiracy and thus bring them into retaliation.

"The descendant of Asurman is a powerful figure. I really hope he can kill that old fellow Victor!"

The Dark Eldar merchant Bairam thought viciously.

He lowered his head so that his expression and the thoughts revealed wouldn't be seen by others.

The businessman suddenly discovered that he dared to call out the name of the Supreme Overlord in his heart without feeling too much fear.

These days, he learned a lot by sneaking glances at posters and flyers.

For example, the descendant of Asurman is a generous being who likes to give souls to everyone and promises to drive Victor off the throne.

It can also block the corruption of the Thirsty Lady.

The Supreme Overlord Victor was just a humble slave many years ago, even worse than them, but he relied on his cunning to ascend the throne.

Then he enslaved these upright dark elves and deprived them of the means to obtain souls.

That guy is very weak and fearful. When he encounters danger, he can only hide behind the throne and tremble. There is nothing to be afraid of.

There is a legend circulating recently.

That is, when you encounter a nightmare monster, secretly say "Long live Lord Asuman!" or "Down with Victor!" and you will get a soul reward.

A very precious soul.

Or you can look in the mirror in the middle of the night and summon nightmare monsters.

If you are lucky, they will appear and you can get a reward by saying the same thing again.

Balam hopes that he can encounter a nightmare monster in some dark corner and obtain a precious soul.

After all, he had been reselling the skins and bones of the Titanium people for a long time, but he couldn't get that many souls.

Suddenly, Balam stopped, a look of fear on his face.

Not only him, but other pedestrians as well, because at some point, the bodies of several Black Hearted Conspiracy warriors were hung on the clock tower in the middle of the street!
The corpses were shattered and their bones were twisted. It was obvious that it was done by the nightmare monster.

"These guys should have died a long time ago."

Balam controlled his expression and thought happily in his heart.

He knew these warriors, who had executed many people in the streets, including his neighbors.

bang bang bang-

Poison crystal fragments came flying, and several onlookers were hit and fell to the ground wailing.

The warriors of the Black Heart Cabal discovered the bodies of their colleagues.

They rushed over and opened fire to disperse the crowd and avoid further impact.

The crowd screamed and fled in all directions. Balam was swept into the street by the crowd and fled through the narrow and complicated alleys.

However, it didn't run for long.

He saw a black shadow coming out of the wall, carrying a bucket of paste.

"Oh my god, it's a nightmare monster..."

Balam was terrified, fearing that he would be dismembered by the nightmare monster like in the dark story.

The whole person stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

The Mandrake ignored the Dark Eldar merchant and simply applied paste in the middle of the wall and put up a poster.

Then he prepared to leave.

However, before Mandela merged into the shadows, a suppressed yet hopeful voice suddenly emerged from the quiet alley:

"Ah...Long live Lord Asuman..."

Mandrake paused and looked towards the Dark Eldar merchant.

Seeing that there was no one else in the alley, Balam mustered up the courage to shout the slogan as rumored.

He saw that the nightmare monster had noticed him, and his heart beat faster. He gritted his teeth and raised his fist, as if swearing an oath:
"Down with Victor!"

The soul tithe in Rouge Harbor has become more severe, and the Lady of Thirst has become more active.

The souls acquired by the businessman have made it difficult to support the family.

Seeing his wife and children being tortured by the thirsty lady, they became thinner and paler.

If this continues, they will have to flee deeper into the Webway ruins, risking being swallowed by the Scourge, just like the exiles.

Or die in agony.

He had to take the risk to obtain the reward from that being and alleviate the torment caused by the lack of soul.

whoosh-

Balam's eyes blurred, and he found that the nightmare monster was standing in front of him, which frightened him so much that he almost fainted.

"My Lord, I didn't mean to disturb you..."

He regretted his recklessness. Perhaps the legend was false. He rashly attracted the attention of the nightmare monster and would only face a tragic end.

But the next moment.

Balam saw the nightmare monster’s smile.

Although it looked somewhat ferocious, the monster was indeed trying to smile and show a friendly attitude.

"Ah...descendants of Suman, the black sun of Comoros..."

The nightmare monster slowly spoke these words in broken Eldar language.

Then, under Balam's expectant gaze, the nightmare monster took out a crystal clear soul potion and handed it to him along with a small statue of a descendant of Asurman.

Balam took the soul potion with great excitement, his hands were shaking.

These souls are enough to support his family for a year.

"Black Sun... The descendant of Asurman is my sun!"

He looked at the image of the descendant of Asurman on the soul potion and almost cried.

The legend turned out to be true, that noble being was so generous.

"Traitor, you can't run away!"

Suddenly, the warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy chased into the alley.

They were clad in pitch-black armor inlaid with black gems and sharp spikes, and their eyes flashed with coldness and greed.

It seems like it will tear any life apart at any time.

The cabal warrior captain was extremely fast, advancing with graceful steps, passing by like a ghost.

He caught up with the escapee in seconds, the sharp razor in his hand drawing precise and deadly arcs, like a performance.

When the samurai captain stopped, the four or five escapees fell to the ground, leaving a pool of blood and body parts.

Balam looked at the conspiracy warriors not far away and felt extremely desperate.

If his worship of the descendants of Asurman was discovered by the Black-hearted Conspiracy, he would probably be caught in the middle of the street and cruelly punished like the other traitors.

Even his own family members are not immune!

"What a boring hunt."

The warrior captain shook the blood off his razor and walked towards the pale-faced merchant holding the soul potion.

His smile became even more sinister: "Oh, there is a little mouse hiding here, a mouse that worships the descendants of Asurman."

However, before the conspiracy warrior captain could make a move, the other warriors showed horror in their eyes.

Because the shadow under the warrior captain's feet seemed to come alive, and a dark figure appeared silently behind him, with the torture instrument flashing coldly.

They try to warn: "Watch out for shadows!"

"damn it……"

The warrior captain's pupils shrank and he also felt the chill behind him.

He turned suddenly and swung his sword backwards.

Phew.

A head flew up and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the walls of the alley and the black armor red.

The cabal warrior captain fell.

Mandela's attacker was faster and chopped off his head before anyone could react.

The warriors of the conspiracy looked at this scene with their eyes wide open and their breathing stagnated.

They realized that they had no chance of dealing with the shadowy nightmare monster in such a narrow alley.

"withdraw!"

Without any hesitation, the conspiracy warriors turned around and ran out of the alley.

However, after running a few steps, another dark figure blocked the way out.

There is more than one nightmare monster.

Seeing the two nightmare monsters approaching and their strongest captain dead, the conspiracy warriors became even more desperate.

I'm afraid they will all die here.

In this desperate atmosphere, an abrupt slogan rang out, echoing in the silent alley: "Down... Down with Victor!"

There was a hint of hoarseness in the fear in the voice, and it was shouted by a warrior of the conspiracy.

When the conspiracy warriors heard this, they subconsciously looked at the guy who shouted, thinking that he had gone crazy.

However, what was unexpected was that the nightmare monster really slowed down.

"Haven't you heard the legend?"

"Whoever utters these words or honors the descendant of Asurman will be rewarded," said the cabal warrior.

Maybe this will also prevent us from being attacked.”

Upon hearing this, the other conspiracy warriors immediately understood.

They had all seen the slogans and heard the so-called legends when they were clearing out blasphemous posters and leaflets.

The Supreme Overlord is indeed terrifying, but when it comes to one's own life, one cannot care less.

They tried to chant: "Down with Victor, long live Lord Asurman..."

After these words were spoken, the nightmare monsters stopped moving, and those cold eyes examined them, as if judging something.

"It really works!"

The knights of the conspiracy were more and more excited after escaping death. They raised their razors and shouted vigorously, showing more and more loyalty:

"Down with Victor, long live Lord Asurman!"

The warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy shouted more and more excitedly, especially when they thought of the high soul tax they paid. This is the difference between Comoros and the Empire.

Although the empire also collected high taxes, it was supported by the faith in the emperor, and people were more willing to make contributions, believing that their efforts would receive more protection.

Generally speaking, unless we experience extreme suffering, we won’t have too many negative thoughts.

After all, such contributions are an inherent obligation. The more you give, the sweeter your life will be, and you will have the chance to return to the throne.

But the Comoros implements a high-pressure terrorist rule, which is maintained entirely by the cruel means of the supreme overlord. Once people's fear mentality is reduced.

These dark elves, who already love to kill each other, will only feel that it is the Supreme Overlord who has plundered their souls.

People in Comoros are sometimes skeptical.

What on earth does the Supreme Overlord want to do by collecting so many souls?
"Down with Victor!"

"Kill that old thing!"

"Long live the descendants of Asurman!"

The shouts of the conspiracy warriors echoed in the alley and even reached far away.

But at some point, the alley fell silent again.

The Kabal warriors' voices caught in their throats.

The nightmare monster disappeared, leaving behind a soul potion that clanked to the ground, and two conspiracy warriors just walked in from the other end of the alley.

They looked over here with horror, seeing what had just happened.

The two sides stared at each other, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence, while a dangerous atmosphere spread.

"Kill them."

The eyes of the conspiracy warriors who had shouted slogans before became gloomy, and they brandished sharp razors and rushed towards the two conspiracy warriors who witnessed everything.

His betrayal has been seen. If he doesn't kill these two warriors and keep the secret, he will be dead!

The two conspiracy warriors reacted quickly and immediately turned around and ran out of the alley.

They also realized that if they were caught up by these traitors, there would be no possibility of survival.

Only by escaping and finding the other cabal warriors can the traitor be rescued and executed.

Soon, the figures of the conspiracy warriors disappeared into the alley without a sound.

after awhile.

Something moved in the corner of the alley.

"Alive...alive?"

Only then did Balam dare to breathe.

His legs were so weak that he couldn't even run, so he had to hide in the corner and didn't dare to say a word.

Balam stood up with the help of the wall, and was stunned again. The crystal clear soul potion on the ground in the distance attracted his attention.

The warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy didn't even have time to pick up the soul potion left behind by the nightmare monster, which was a soul of a higher level.

It is much more precious than what I got before.

Balam looked around, mustered up his courage, walked over, and picked up all the soul potions.

He had made a fortune. These souls were the sum of his income over several decades, an unimaginable gain!

After the Dark Eldar merchant took away all the soul potions, he turned around and ran away, his speed getting faster and faster.

"These are unwanted souls, gifts from Lord Asurman..."

Balam thought excitedly.

After he returned, he planned to take his family and flee from Rouge Port, the farther the better!
Not sure if it was an illusion, but as Balam ran, he heard more and more calls from afar.

I heard the name of Lord Asuman.

……

The spire, the residence of the Unclean Archon.

The tall tower belonging to the Archon stood on the side of the block, overlooking the streets below and the Rouge Port in the distance.

The lights in the hall were still dazzling. A huge crystal was suspended on the towering ceiling, and its dim white light was cold.

Those lights seemed to tear apart the darkness, but also brought deeper depression.

Ever since the last attack by the nightmare monster, Valek installed more lighting facilities in his mansion, but all this did not bring him any sense of security.

Because what threatened his life was not the nightmare monster or the uncontrollable chaos about Asurman in his jurisdiction, but something much more terrifying.

The consul sat on a chair made of bones, with needles inserted all over his body, and colorful special medicines were continuously injected into his body.

To calm the agitated nerves.

"What on earth does that lord mean?"

Valek looked even more uneasy, with sunken eyes and pale face.

He was worried about the attitude of his superior consul and the possibility of losing his life at any time.

The last time he received a gift from the descendants of Asurman, he did not choose to keep it for himself, but handed it to his superior archon overnight and swore his loyalty to the Supreme Overlord.

Valek thought that this would allow him to clear himself of suspicion of infidelity.

However, from that moment on.

The way his superiors, the Archon and his colleagues looked at him changed, and now they were filled with fear.

"They thought I was unfaithful and wondered if I had betrayed them."

Valek thought so.

So the archon showed his loyalty even more, executing any possible followers of Asurman and offering more property.

He firmly stated that he would draw a clear line between himself and the descendants of Asurman and that he would never reconcile with them, and was willing to offer everything to the great Supreme Overlord.

At the same time, hand over any confiscated property related to the descendants of Asurman.

However, despite his best efforts, he was unable to dispel the consuls' suspicions.

"How can I get rid of the suspicion of betrayal..."

Valek grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then swallowed them, letting these stimulants developed by the Haemolings whip his nerves severely.

He felt that he was about to die, either from mental confusion or at the hands of the archons.

Valek vaguely sensed it.

The superior archon and his colleagues looked at him with murderous intent, and the assassin could arrive at any time.

If the status quo is not changed.

He would lose everything and die in a very tragic and tormented way at the hands of his superior archon.

But all the methods that should be used have been used.

He couldn't think of a better way to express his loyalty to the Supreme Overlord and his superior Archon.

Click.

Valek heard a sound.

He raised his head suddenly, the fear in his heart was beyond words: "Are they here to kill me?!"

Fortunately, there was nothing at the source of the sound but a familiar box.

Valek let out a breath, and his tense emotions relaxed.

He understood the situation at a glance. The nightmare monster had brought Asurman's gift again.

He weakly raised his hand and used his mechanical claws to grab the box.

The consul opened the box.

He did not choose to accept it, but was ready to take a look and immediately set off for the adult's mansion.

Hand over this unfaithful gift and give away all your property.

To show loyalty.

Valek no longer asked for anything, he just wanted to keep his life.

"Ok?"

He frowned slightly. This time, in addition to the soul potion and letters, there was also a note in the box.

The group of witch secretaries under the descendants of Asurman are responsible for communicating with all the archons who accept bribes and analyzing their personalities in order to make different replies or instructions.

The note in the box was written by them in the name of the descendants of Asurman.

The contents of the note could be seen at a glance.

The consul looked at the words on the note and was struck by lightning. He murmured, "So that's how it is. I've taken the wrong path..."

The content of the note was: "Sir Valek, you don't have to worry, Governor Smith took more."

That Governor Smith was none other than Valek’s superior governor in the Black Heart Conspiracy!
Not only that, even the descendants of Asurman took notice of Governor Smith during an inspection and believed that he was capable of the task.

The original words of the descendants of Asurman are as follows:
“Tsk, I didn’t expect that the Supreme Overlord has such a powerful general under his command. This Governor Smith is quite good, he is a talent.

In the future, give Smith more souls and invest resources in such people. I feel relieved! "

Valek burst into tears and he realized it.

I was too slow and took too many detours.

He finally understood why Lord Smith and his colleagues were wary of him and even wanted to get rid of him.

It turns out that I am the only one loyal to the Supreme Overlord, and I am the only one who is doing my best to eliminate the traitors.

He was out of step with his superiors and colleagues, and was even unwilling to accept gifts from the descendants of Asurman, which made them feel threatened.

Naturally, they will be feared and hostile.

After all, how could Lord Smith feel at ease if he didn't accept the gift from the descendants of Asurman?
"Hahahaha!"

Valek suddenly pulled out the tubes on his body, grabbed the high-level soul potion in the box and poured it into his mouth, enjoying the pure soul.

The advanced Supreme Fantasy series soul potion is so wonderful that it is worthy of being a gift from the descendants of Asurman.

After the consul figured it out, all his illnesses were cured and he became full of energy.

He already knew what he had to do.

Not only did he have to take the gifts from the descendants of Asurman, he had to take them ruthlessly.

Then follow Mr. Smith's footsteps and make progress together with your colleagues! ——
Outskirts, Sparrows district.

The entire temporary Redemption Satellite Zone base was put into action and began the transfer operation.

Now that the situation has changed and the influence of the descendants of Asuman has increased, more areas have been brought under their control, and the relevant personnel can go to the suburbs of Comoros as planned.

At the same time, one transport sailboat after another loaded with soul potions sailed to various regions in Comoros.

The most elite Mandela Shadow Weaver team also rushed to the central city carrying special mechanical devices, targeting one of Victor's bedrooms.

The troops under the command of the descendants of Asurman were full of enthusiasm, and they all saw the possibility of winning this struggle.

"Hope everything goes well..."

Before boarding the sailboat, Ron looked back at the bustling scene with a frown on his face.

Because he sensed the fluctuations coming from the subspace, a storm was quietly brewing.

What's more troublesome is that there are not many sacred ashes weapons in the Savior's territory, and it is difficult to place the sacred tower on the web. Perhaps he will face a crisis that he cannot cope with.

Ron buried these worries in his heart and boarded the sailboat. An area in Comoros was waiting for his arrival...

(End of this chapter)