Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 502: Supreme Overlord: The descendants of Asurman are the Primarch of Hope and the savior? !
On the terrace.

The back of the Supreme Overlord Victor remained motionless, as if he had no reaction to this.

Snapped--

A high-ranking Archon came under attack from unknown sources.

He let out a shrill wail, and his personal protective field and his body were shattered in the twisting, turning into scattered debris.

This sudden attack stunned the superior archons, and they reacted immediately.

He lowered his head and dared not look at the supreme overlord again.

Obviously, that strange attack was sent by the Supreme Overlord, a terrorist attack by an unknown relic, which made it impossible to resist.

Such attacks continued, and two more senior archons died in extremely tragic ways.

The atmosphere of fear is spreading. Nothing scares the Dark Eldar more than death without reason.

That means their souls could be taken away by Lady Thirst.

The contempt in the hearts of the superior archons was cut off, and they lowered their heads with even greater effort, almost touching the ground.

No matter what, this supreme overlord has the ability to take one's life at any time and cannot be desecrated.

At least it's something they can't desecrate.

The entire terrace was silent. The terrifying image of the Supreme Overlord Victor once again filled the hearts of the superior archons, and no one dared to have any other thoughts.

This is what he hoped for.

Victor knew clearly that he had to be tough and not show even the slightest bit of weakness or compromise.

Otherwise, those vicious and cruel consuls would begin to doubt whether they were weak and would engage in tentative disobedience in various ways.

That's his weakness.

The rule formed by majesty and fear was torn into pieces.

The pent-up greed and hatred will soon turn into a torrent and impact one's rule.

Therefore, even if he knew that the descendants of Asurman were secretly bribing his people, he could not choose to appease or win them over.

Or express that you don't mind, as long as you are loyal.

That would be a sign of weakness.

The only way is to conduct a thorough investigation and confiscation, and kill anyone found.

Unfortunately, the descendants of Asurman were bought off too quickly, and he himself could not produce an equivalent soul.

Instead, more of your soul is consumed every day.

As a result, the speed of investigating the consuls could not keep up with the speed at which they were bribed.

The governors of many regions were bribed; they were cunning enough and pretended to obey but actually disobeyed, so it was difficult to distinguish them.

Now, his authority has been further undermined.

Victor suppressed his anger and sneered in his heart. This was the situation he was facing.

The only thing we can do is kill some people to suppress the situation.

The senior archons spent their days like years, maintaining the same posture, not daring to move, for fear of attracting any attention from that being.

Even the slightest movement.

Because the senior consuls who did so were all dead, the debris and blood almost covered the soles of the survivors' boots.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Ants always have some thoughts that they shouldn't have."

Victor was finally satisfied.

He slowly turned around and looked at everyone, his voice full of majesty and horror:
"But please remember - before your souls dry up, they are still my playthings; after your ambitions rot, they are nothing more than the humblest sacrifice in the dust of Comoros.

I allow you to struggle because that wailing nourishes My authority; I tolerate your betrayal because that blood waters My crown.

Now, crawl on the ground while I..."

“…It’s green, it’s green, the Supreme Overlord is green!

The concubine of the Supreme Overlord ran away with the descendants of Asurman..."

Suddenly, powerful rhythmic music and passionate shouts came out from the new subwoofer speaker in the distance.

These powerful noises echoed in the terrace, completely destroying the terrifying atmosphere that the Supreme Overlord had worked hard to create and maintain.

Extreme mockery and joy.

ho-

Victor almost choked out his breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, more like some kind of palace attendant who had lost his roots.

The clown position that had disappeared before has returned to this being again.

His face turned red and green again, as if he was wearing a clown nose, and he realized that no matter what he did now, it was too late to save the situation.

"Archon, send out all the armed forces of the conspiracy to continue to clear out all the blasphemous machines, leaving no one behind!"

Victor could no longer maintain his composure and gave the order in a hoarse voice.

The consuls dared not hesitate at all.

They quickly dispersed to carry out their mission, not daring to stay for a moment, for fear of angering the Supreme Overlord due to their negligence.

Let yourself fall into a tragic fate.

"Descendant of Asurman, you are the first person I hate so much!"

Victor turned around and looked at the giant poster and sound generator that were destroyed by artillery fire again, and almost gritted his teeth.

He had been trying to hide the physical mutilation caused by the thirsty lady, and no one dared to reveal it.

Because once a concubine speaks it out loud or expresses it in some form, it will be immediately destroyed by the special bomb set up in the body.

Furthermore, any concubine who showed contempt was executed.

But what was unexpected was that the descendant of Asurman actually dug out this secret and dared to make it public.

What an extreme humiliation this is?!

In fact, Ron hit the jackpot by accident, as he used psychic interrogation to dig out the inhumane secrets of the Supreme Overlord deep in Miss Bedda's mind.

Afterwards, he specifically asked the Haemoling Master Kronni to remove the special machine from Miss Bedda's body, so that she could cooperate with the propaganda.

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

Not long after, Mandela's elite squad released another giant poster.

Start taunting the Supreme Overlord.

This is their combat mission. In any area where the Supreme Overlord appears, they will play explosive loudspeakers 24 hours a day, and the content will also be rotated according to time.

Make sure everyone who watches the show can hear something new.

Victor took a deep breath and closed his ears, not wanting to hear anything else related.

The supreme overlord trembled convulsively, his fingertips dug deeply into his palms, and then he staggered into the depths of the bedroom.

Soon, the crisp sound of metal clashing came from the shadows - that was the vibration made by the collision of special torture instruments.

When the first screams of the witch concubines pierced the curtain, it was like a rusty blade cutting through silk, followed by even more miserable wails, mixed with the sound of bones being precisely disassembled.

These terrifying symphonies floated in the dark corridors.

After all this was over, the Supreme Overlord walked out of the dormitory and regained his composure. This being liked to use this method to calm his emotions.

Throne Hall.

Victor sat down on the obsidian throne, his dark spider silk cloak drooping like a living thing, with several crawling, chained slaves beside him.

The supreme overlord returned to his former lazy posture, with a cold and cunning look in his eyes.

He supported his chin with one hand and tapped the armrest with the fingertips of the other hand with precise rhythm. The faint green sparks flickered with the tapping.

The skinless bodies hanging upside down in the forest of chains above the palace twisted and struggled, letting out wails from time to time.

"I lost my composure..."

Victor reflected on his previous behavior: "Perhaps the long reign made me forget the fact that I was once a slave.

I forgot that I once knelt before the nobles and swallowed every mouthful of leftovers mixed with saliva and ridicule.

I forgot my forbearance and clarity in the face of humiliation, and forged my anger into a sharp blade to stab my enemies.

At that time, I was never afraid of any humiliation or possible danger, because I was always in danger, always. "

Victor suddenly grabbed a slave's hair, then tore open his collar and forced him to look up at the hideous slave brand on his neck.

No matter how many bodies he changed, he deliberately kept this mark of shame to warn himself.

Victor seemed to be telling a story:
"Look, this is the mark given to me by the rulers, but they all died, and I, the slave, survived.

I survived the Great Fall and climbed upward in this dark city, carving a vow on the minaret of Comoros with every step: never let anyone overlook my back again!

Either you build the stairs to the throne with the bones of your enemies, or you let your back be crushed into dust..."

He threw the dumb slave away and spoke more firmly:
"The descendant of Asurman is not the most powerful enemy I have ever encountered, nor is he the most dangerous one, and he cannot defeat me."

The Supreme Overlord had realized that such tactics of the scion of Asurman might cause trouble, but would not defeat him.

It's not enough.

What's more, he has a trump card that can determine his victory.

Victor lay on the throne.

He wanted to see what other tricks that guy had.

The supreme overlord flipped through the special black notebook again, checking the progress of the conspiracy and the latest intelligence collected.

Soon, he discovered something.

The intelligence about the Redemption Satellite Zone and many other areas revealed a clue.

That is, the descendants of Asurman have a close connection with the savior of mankind, and their behaviors overlap in many ways.

"Interesting..." Victor tapped the portrait of Asurman's descendant with his fingertips and sneered:
"So you are a traitor who is colluding with the short-lived species, or you have fallen into depravity and become their puppet, or... you are the savior?!"

……

In the central city, the tall tower opposite the Supreme Overlord’s residence.

"Tsk, today is a big day..."

Ron walked along the twisting corridors and onto the terrace of the tower, gazing at the towering spire palace of the Supreme Overlord in the distance.

He knew Victor was there, or at least his usual clone was inside.

After planning for so long, he finally gained a certain amount of strength in Comoros.

Today, Ron has taken control of many of Comoros' outer regions and dozens of core areas, which is equivalent to the area of ​​several galaxies.

Moreover, this area is where the webway is laid, making it many times more precious than an ordinary galactic planet.

It also controls a large number of conspiracy group armed forces.

Only in this way can we break through the numerous blockades, transport large amounts of resources to various areas of Comoros, and reach the central urban area of ​​this dark city.

Officially declare war on that old guy Victor.

Of course, you have to win, and win quickly, to achieve everything.

Otherwise, under the enemy's counterattack, all previous achievements will be wiped out and heavy losses will be incurred.

If he wanted to seize Comoros again at that time, he would have to invest countless troops and lives to slowly grind it down.

That's something no one wants to see.

"Lord Asuman, the soul resources in each area are ready."

Iris reported on the communication channel.

The witch secretary's voice trembled a little. No matter how many times, she still felt extremely shocked and regretful when she thought of so many souls being sent to Comoros.

To the Dark Eldar, this is roughly equivalent to a Space Marine Chapter throwing its gene-seed into the Warp.

But no one could disobey the orders of the descendants of Asurman.

That wealthy being who squanders so much only gains more admiration.

"It's not easy..."

Ron sighed, feeling very emotional.

It is really not easy for me to accumulate so many souls.

The goddess of life, Elsa, has been soaking in the spring water for many years and is almost exhausted.

If it weren't for the energy of his own little sun and the Dark Eldar's newfound faith in the Goddess of Life.

I'm afraid she will fall into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption of her life energy.

The goddess was already resisting and crying, and even felt that this experience was more painful than drinking plague soup.

Ron himself felt a little guilty, as if he was worse than the Lord of Plague.

He comforted Aisha for a long time before he calmed her down.

Promise that you won't let her consume so much life energy in the future.

What's more, after this incident, the feedback from the Dark Eldar's faith will make the Goddess of Life even more powerful.

After all, this is a race that has given birth to many gods through faith and also given rise to evil, so the quality of their faith is still quite high.

Ron was looking forward to it, because today, as a descendant of Asuman, he would send souls to his fellow countrymen in Comoros.

Not only the residents of Commorros, conspiracy warriors, etc., but also the Dark Eldar traveling in the galaxy and the warp will receive relevant news.

In short, the descendants of the great and generous Asuman are distributing souls in Comoros, so hurry back and claim them!

Now all the forces belonging to the Redemption Satellite Zone have been mobilized to fully cooperate with this crucial operation, which involves the victory of the struggle.

Ron squinted his eyes and observed the palace opposite through the binoculars.

When the telescope's field of view shifted to a terrace, the figure of the Supreme Overlord Victor appeared in the circular frame.

That was the first time I saw this opponent in real life.

Suddenly, the supreme overlord Victor, as if he had predicted the future, slowly turned his head and looked over here, with a smile on his lips.

Ron was startled and jerked aside, his hand on the telescope.

He looked at the palace opposite with a serious expression:

"The Supreme Overlord is showing off his arrogance. He has bad intentions..."

Beside him, Archon Fok was a little nervous. He came over and weakly corrected him, "Lord Asuman, we... are the ones who are coming, right?"

Ron typed something into the communicator and said:
"None of this matters. What matters is whether we can handle him and win."

"Do you think it's safe here?"

Fok looked around anxiously, very scared: "We shouldn't be discovered by the Supreme Overlord, right?"

"It's safe. I feel relieved with you around."

Ron didn't mind the fact that he was seen, and he didn't tell Fok that his location had been exposed to avoid causing unnecessary panic.

This guy Fok is not very strong.

But he had encountered the White Scars Primarch Khan more than a dozen times in the Webway before, and he was attacked at close range, but he was not killed.

As a result, they also gained a large amount of weapons and wealth.

I guess he has some lucky attributes and is somewhat unlucky against the Dark Eldar.

In Ron's opinion, sometimes metaphysics plays a more important role in this world than external strength.

For example, the old one-eyed Yarick from the Empire can use his mortal body to beat the greenskins who are difficult for even the Space Marines to deal with, and he is not afraid of even the greenskin warlords.

That is an existence close to the original body.

When some Chaos warriors are unlucky, they will be beaten to death by the Imperial soldiers with the standard flashlights. There are even outrageous rumors that Khorne Daemons were driven away by peasants with pitchforks.

Therefore, he specifically named Fok to participate in this operation, just to get some good luck.

Meanwhile, across from the palace terrace.

"My Lord, shall we bomb the area where the descendants of Asurman are located immediately?"

The senior archon lowered his head and asked the Supreme Overlord.

"Bombing? That would take away my fun..."

Victor shook his head and did not order the destruction of the building where the descendants of Asurman were located.

He knew that cunning rat. Before absolute victory came, there was no way the other party would appear in front of him in his true form.

That is just a meaningless attack, which will make you appear to be overly afraid of the other party.

Victor wanted the descendants of Asurman to see with their own eyes how he won this victory:
"That rat will slit his own throat... and I will just have to watch this dance of self-destruction."

This supreme overlord occasionally expresses his thoughts in a rhythmic, operatic manner.

He looked across the terrace with interest, not worrying at all about what might happen next.

hum~
The hidden virtual projection device was running, projecting an image body hundreds of meters high in the air.

The huge image of the descendant of Asurman appeared openly on the streets of the central city, facing the spire palace of Victor.

Ron waited for a while, and after making sure that there was no attack coming, he activated the virtual projection.

The reason why he dared to show up so openly was that he had studied the old man Victor's character and knew his cautious and arrogant nature.

If we put ourselves in Victor's shoes, we will realize that instead of bombing this descendant of Asuman and forcing him to move his position, it would be better for him to deal with it openly.

It is also convenient for monitoring.

What's more, this is just a clone and not worth making a fuss about.

Cough!

Ron controlled the virtual image's speaker and was about to shout to the palace.

Suddenly, a black virtual image rose up opposite to his virtual image. It was the equally huge body of the Supreme Overlord Victor.

In this way, the descendants of Asurman and the supreme overlord stood face to face in the central city, competing with each other.

Attracted everyone's attention.

Ron was stunned.

He had a feeling that his far-leading core technology seemed to have been learned by the other party.

However, there is nothing strange about this. With the technology inherited by the Dark Eldar, it is easy to create such virtual imaging facilities.

More advanced ones are possible.

"Descendant of Asurman."

Before Ron could react, Victor's huge virtual image spoke, and his majestic voice echoed in the streets of the central city and spread to more distant areas.

The virtual image said with a scrutinizing look:
"You are a traitor from Comoros, a coward who is good at disguising yourself. It's really surprising.

Who would have thought that your true identity is a short-lived person, or should I call you Ron Grant, the savior of mankind...?"

The words of the Supreme Overlord caused an uproar.

All the archons, conspiracy warriors, and Comoros residents who were watching widened their eyes in disbelief.

The descendants of Asurman are the savior of mankind's hope? !

Not only the members of the Black Heart Conspiracy and the residents of Comoros, but also the governors and personnel of the Redemption Satellite Zone were shocked.

On the spire terrace.

Everyone looked at the descendants of Asurman with questioning eyes.

Faced with all this, Ron took a deep breath and didn't panic too much.

He smiled slightly, and his voice was transmitted to his virtual image through the speaker, spreading out:
"Yes, I am the savior..."

(End of this chapter)