Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 501: Supreme Overlord: Oh no, this is the ultimate humiliation!
Inside the network.

The sailboat carrying the descendants of Asurman quietly sailed into a private port and then disappeared.

It didn't take long.

A Ripper sailboat followed the same route.

"Just now... was there a sailboat passing by?"

Valek looked into the distance, wondering if he was dazzled.

Now all his fatigue was gone, he was full of energy and looked much younger.

This is the racial advantage of the Dark Eldar. Once they absorb enough soul energy, they can quickly repair their bodies and restore vitality.

After the archon figured it out, he quickly boarded his Ripper sailboat into the special webway and headed for the residence of his superior archon.

As the Ripper slowly docked at the private webway port of Senior Archon Smith, a hint of barely perceptible awe flashed in Valak's eyes.

The spire that belonged to Lord Smith was much larger than his own residence, and the huge black tower pierced into the void like a sword.

As if declaring the master's authority.

As usual, Lord Smith held a meeting in the hall of his mansion.

Many lesser archons gathered to discuss with the Lord how to curb the chaos in the region caused by the descendants of Asurman.

The decoration inside the hall vividly displays the luxury and cruelty of the Dark Eldar.

The ceiling was dizzyingly high, made up of countless black crystals inlaid with bones, and the wailing of souls could be faintly heard.

Valek observed the decoration of the hall with great interest and felt that it was simply art.

I didn’t have the mood to appreciate these things before, but now it’s different, I feel extremely relaxed.

Especially with the nourishment of a pure soul, the senses become much sharper and one can appreciate this beauty even more.

Of course, the main thing is that I am no longer in danger as before and my life has been continued.

That’s the most wonderful thing.

Valek straightened his back and walked to his own position.

This time, he did not jump out to express his loyalty to the Supreme Overlord, nor did he hand over the gift from the descendants of Asurman.

The archons who came here should have received the soul gift just like me yesterday.

After Valek, the somewhat slow-witted Archon, figured out the secret, he had a different feeling when he looked at the other Archons.

Obviously, those are our own people.

The archons realized something, and their eyes turned friendly when they looked at Valek.

"Valek, you have done a good job on your recent mission."

Governor Smith looked at the once stubborn governor and felt a little relieved:
"You have made a contribution to the Black Heart Cabal. I am very satisfied with your performance."

He looked at everyone and said, "We are all equally loyal to the Supreme Overlord, aren't we?
So we must obey the orders of that existence better and make him feel at ease..."

Valek nodded in agreement along with the other archons, all smiling. Everything was self-evident.

He understood what Lord Smith meant.

That is, one does not have to actually do anything to betray the Supreme Overlord, but one does not have to carry out the orders of that being with all one's heart.

In short, there are orders from above and countermeasures from below to maintain the illusion of a stable situation.

At some point, they will have to add fuel to the fire and undermine the blockade, intensifying the chaos and pulling more people into the camp.

In this way, the more people there are, the safer they will be, and the greater the power of the descendants of Asurman will be.

After all, they have already chosen that distinguished descendant of the nobility, and the ultimate goal is of course to drive that old guy Victor off the throne!
Valek believed it.

Such changes are not only happening in Rouge Port, there will be more people like Smith and himself in other areas of Comoros.

Everyone has endured the Supreme Overlord Victor for too long and hopes that there will be a better existence to replace him.

No matter what, we must help the descendants of Asurman win this victory!
Valek decided to continue the Supreme Overlord's pursuit order after returning to Rouge Port, but it was just a lot of noise with little results.

Allow the belief in the descendants of Asurman to grow.

This is happening in many places in the Comoros.

The comprehensive crackdown and hunt is still going on, but the power of the descendants of Asurman is growing stronger, gradually eroding the power that originally belonged to the Supreme Overlord.

Many people noticed this and chose to join.

After the meeting in the hall, Governor Smith hosted a private banquet.

Like many other consuls, Valek offered more flattery and small gifts of his own, taking the opportunity to get closer to his superior consul.

To express one's desire for progress.

He also actively communicated with other consul colleagues, and many transactions, cooperation, and murders were accomplished in such inadvertent moments.

Wait until the party is over.

Valek and other archons went to the port and boarded their own sailboats to return to the areas they were responsible for.

In the corridor outside the banquet hall, Senior Consul Smith walked steadily and maintained his dignified demeanor.

The maids and concubines followed behind him with their heads down, their gorgeous robes swaying slightly in the shadows without making the slightest sound.

Afraid of disturbing his master.

Everyone knows how cruel the methods of this superior consul are. He kills people without shedding blood.

Even the Supreme Overlord praised his abilities and collected the horrific torture instruments he invented.

Soon, the witch concubines received instructions and left silently.

Smith walked alone, his steps became lighter, and a hint of flattery appeared on his face.

He also went to the private rooms on the lower floor of the mansion to visit the noble being.

I... also want to improve myself!

Smith stood at the door of the private quarters and knocked gently.

Then, a gentle yet majestic voice came from the room: "Come in."

He took a deep breath, walked in with an elegant manner, and performed the etiquette of the Eldar nobles: "Your Excellency Asuman, the superior Archon Smith welcomes you."

That being came here secretly, and this was the first time he met him.

As for why he wanted to join the camp of the descendants of Asurman, it was of course because the other party gave too much. Although he was the superior archon, he had to bear more soul tithes accordingly.

Especially recently, the Supreme Overlord has been more eager for souls, and his own territory has long been overwhelmed.

And that being not only did not collect taxes, but also gave him a large amount of pure soul, which was impossible to refuse.

It's one more option.

The descendant of Asuman said with satisfaction: "You have made a contribution to the redemption of the Satellite District. I am very satisfied with your performance."

When Smith heard this, he bowed more respectfully, and then he dared to raise his head.

He finally saw what the descendants of Asurman looked like.

That being sat casually on his throne, exuding an air of dignity even when doing nothing.

"He is weaker than I thought..."

Smith looked at the other person, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and his heart became even more active.

The descendant of Asurman had no guards around him and just sat there openly. His body was so weak that even the Nightmare Warrior could easily kill him.

Not to mention myself.

If he executed or captured the other party and handed him over to the Supreme Overlord, he would surely receive immense favor.

Who knows, he might even be able to enter the core group of archons and become a figure above and below everyone else in the black-hearted conspiracy group.

But the next moment, Smith killed the idea.

Because he realized that the descendant of Asurman in front of him was not his real body, but a temporary substitute made by some kind of Haemonchi. No wonder he was so weak.

The superior archon was not offended by the fact that the descendant of Asurman came to see him in a double, but was rather pleased.

It seems that this being is just like the Supreme Overlord, a cunning and cautious person with many clones and unfathomable depth.

This is a good thing, as it means the other side will not be defeated so easily.

If the descendants of Asurman were to risk coming here in their true form, then they would have to worry about whether their surrender was worth it.

Ron hung up the communication device and looked at his superior, the Archon, and said, "Smith, you seem to have doubts?"

"My Lord, I do have a question."

Smith expressed all his doubts: "According to your plan, we are going to dethrone the Supreme Overlord within three months, and spread the news?"

"Yes."

"So what are our chances of winning?"

Ron raised three fingers and said, "Based on the current situation, we have at least a 30% chance of winning. It all depends on how that old guy Victor handles it."

Smith frowned slightly, thought for a moment and asked again: "Then why do we spread souls in Comoros?" According to the plan, the Redemption Satellite Zone will soon spread a large amount of soul potions in all the core areas of Comoros, which can be picked up at will by both ordinary residents and conspiracy warriors.

This is really heartbreaking.

He added: "I believe no one dares to pick up those souls. Even if they do, they will hand them over under the pressure of the Supreme Overlord."

"That's the result I would like to see, and that would give us a 60% chance of winning."

Smith's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Why do you think people give up souls that are so easily obtained?"

“Because of fear.”

"What's in that fear?"

Smith suddenly realized: "And anger, anger towards the Supreme Overlord."

Ron looked at his superior archon and admired him more and more: "Yes, I will definitely arouse the anger of the entire Comoros and drown that old guy Victor."

After hearing these words, Smith looked more expectant: "Lord Asuman, I think we can win."

"That's natural. You'll help whoever wins, right?"

Ron could not deny it and said it directly.

"You are an extremely wise being, so I won't disturb your rest. Please allow me to leave."

Smith saluted more respectfully.

The consul's doubts were all dispelled and he left satisfied.

Ron looked at Smith's departing back without paying too much attention. There were hundreds of senior governors like him who were temporarily under his command and controlled many areas of Comoros.

Although this accounts for less than 20% of the Comoros armed forces.

But soon more beings were able to see the situation clearly and joined the camp of the descendants of Asurman.

Ron's eyes were sharp: "Victor, I have already delivered a crucial blow, it depends on how you respond."

The next moment, his temporary body squirmed and turned into flowing blood.

It's like it never appeared.
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Central city of Comoros.

In a bedroom in the Supreme Overlord's city, Victor woke up from the soft human skin bed and walked out with a gloomy face.

Only the evil concubines were left on the bed, covered in bruises and with a hint of resentment in their eyes.

In the corridor of the bedroom, Victor was already covered in his iconic black robe. A senior consul appeared at some point, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He reported: "Sir, the Black Throne has been built, and the biological experiment has reached the final stage. According to the report of the Haemonchi Master, we need to return more souls."

Victor said expressionlessly: "Then collect more taxes and raise the tax rate. We must ensure the stability of the experiment at all costs."

"With the current tax rate, many consuls are already dissatisfied. If we continue to collect taxes..."

The superior archon was speaking.

Suddenly he noticed the change in the Supreme Overlord's eyes and did not dare to continue: "I will complete your orders. The souls of the descendants of Asurman collected from various places can also fill a large number of vacancies."

The will of this being cannot be disobeyed, and anyone who resists taxation should be executed.

The Supreme Overlord said nothing, but just raised his hand slightly, and the senior archon disappeared into the shadows.

"The people of Comoros, don't you know that everything I do is for them?"

Victor sighed slightly, with a trace of sadness on his face: "It only requires paying a few more souls, suffering a little temporarily, and causing some deaths.

As long as we can get through this period, we will be able to have peace and stability. "

He felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. Not only did those lowly guys not support him, but they also followed the descendants of Asuman to cause trouble.

How sad is this?!
Boom boom boom——

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound of artillery fire outside.

The entire palace's defense array was activated, forming a sophisticated defense line capable of resisting large armored forces.

News of the attackers arrived.

It was a group of Mandela's elite team that tried to sneak into the palace to carry out an assassination.

"It is so infuriating, that a descendant of Asurman should look down upon me so much?"

Victor sneered.

Not to mention a small team of Mandela, even if there were multiple Mandelas, they would never be able to break through the defense line he had built.

What's more, even if they successfully crossed the line of defense and destroyed this body of his, what would that matter?
I am an immortal being!

Victor walked to the terrace with his hands behind his back to observe the siege in person.

He wanted everyone to see how powerless the descendants of Asurman were against his attacks.

However, when Victor walked to the terrace, the scene in the square made his face turn green.

The attack from the descendants of Asurman broke the defense of the supreme overlord in an instant, making him feel like he had swallowed the intestines of a plague demon.

Not only him, but also the archons of other black-hearted conspirators were the same.

In the center of the square, the Mandela Shadow Weavers tried to avoid the attack of dark matter rays and placed a mechanical device on the ground.

Then, the machine unfolded and ejected an alloy ball into the air.

The force field of the alloy sphere temporarily blocked the attack, then suddenly separated to the left and right, and a giant poster unfolded and appeared in front of everyone.

The giant poster shows the powerful body of the descendant of Asurman, who is hugging one of Victor's concubines, Miss Bella.

Miss Bella smiled happily.

Behind the two of them is the crying Supreme Overlord with his face painted white, a red nose, and green messy hair.

Like a clown, extremely weak and ridiculous.

The title in the poster is even more eye-catching, and the subwoofer and loud speaker scream passionately under the powerful music:

"It's green, it's green, the Supreme Overlord is green!

It's bad, it's bad, the Supreme Overlord's concubine ran away with the descendant of Asurman, and he is no longer able to satisfy a woman, both physically and spiritually!"

Any race that reproduces by both sexes would be considered a disgrace to lose this ability.

This is roughly equivalent to the greenskins being unable to fight and being called a fart spirit who cries when someone steps on his toes.

"Destroy it now...for me."

Victor's face turned green and red as he looked at the giant poster and the smiling face of the descendants of Asurman.

What a brazen provocation that was.

He maintained his composure as best he could and ordered the destruction of this abominable creature.

This is what the Supreme Overlord is most worried about. The creation before him is undoubtedly a blow to his majesty.

Once people see too much propaganda like this, they will lose their fear and awe of themselves.

That's trouble.

The conspiracy warriors stationed in the bedroom reacted quickly and immediately adjusted the decomposition pulse to destroy the creation.

Victor was relieved to see the giant poster destroyed.

But he realized something, his body trembled slightly, and he murmured:
"broken……"

The next moment, the sound of the subwoofer and loud speaker came from farther away, and a new giant poster floated on the spire outside the palace's defense line.

The face of Asurman’s descendant on the poster is still smiling at this side, matched with the clown version of Victor in the background.

Extremely sarcastic.

The giant poster in the square just now was just Ron's deliberate mockery. He has more such propaganda machines that can float in many core areas of Comoros.

The distribution areas include but are not limited to Comoros, and it has also been launched in some areas of the subspace and the galaxy.

Not only that, in addition to the giant poster version, there are also ordinary posters, flyers, as well as explosive secret stories, bedtime story versions, and pitiful goblin versions.

It is bound to let everyone know that Victor is a green clown!
Such propaganda is difficult to contain.

"Sigh~"

The superior archons near Victor also realized this and gasped.

This world attaches great importance to face and dignity.

The evil gods will fight for rankings, and the high-level beings will fight to the death to see who is stronger and who is weaker.

Even the Primarchs would spark competition for some false reputation, or be broken down by verbal attacks, ultimately leading to defeat.

Not to mention the supreme overlord who was once a slave and always attached great importance to his dignity in order to maintain his reign of terror.

This new mode of dignity critical strike made the senior archons tremble in their hearts.

The actions of that descendant of Asurman were so cruel and vicious, it was the ultimate humiliation!
The way they looked at the Supreme Overlord also changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)