Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 503: Shocking, Super Powerful Soul Potion Waterfall, Everyone is Excited? !

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The descendant of Asurman had no words to refute, leaving all the Dark Eldar present stunned.

After a moment of silence.

The whole area was throbbed with the buzz of conversation, especially among the Dark Eldar who worshipped the descendants of Asurman.

They had an absurd sense of shattered faith, as if the sky had fallen.

"No... Impossible. The descendants of Asurman cannot be short-lived..."

Fok was panicked and couldn't believe this fact.

No Dark Eldar could have imagined that this generous and wealthy descendant of Asurman was anything but a short-lived being in disguise.

I couldn't believe he would admit it directly.

"But I must point out the mistakes in your remarks, Your Excellency the insidious and cunning Supreme Overlord."

Ron watched people's reactions quietly, and then said, "I am indeed a savior, but not the savior of mankind, but the savior of the Dark Eldar.

I am a descendant of the House of Asurman, the noble bloodline remaining in the Eldar Empire - Raphael Asurman.

I was born to save the Dark Eldar and end the suffering of my pitiful people..."

Ron had already been mentally prepared and had a plan for Victor revealing his identity.

After all, the old guy is smart and cunning enough, and it is very likely that he can figure out this matter through some clues from the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Many traces are not easy to cover up.

The way he chose to deal with it was to deny it.

Who could believe that he, the savior of mankind, would come running to bring warmth to the dark elves.

Not only was the Redemption Satellite Zone built to provide shelter, it also provided a perfect arena.

Souls were also generously distributed to alleviate the suffering caused by the Lady of Thirst.

For the Dark Eldar, who love infighting, killing each other, and value souls more than their lives, even their biological father is not as close to them as this one.

This is also the reason why he was able to shake the power structure that had been maintained in Comoros for thousands of years in just a few years.

What's more, he has already established roots in Comoros.

As long as they can provide shelter and give away souls, the Dark Eldar don't care who you are.

The Supreme Overlord Victor is a pure dark elf.

But how did he treat his people?
Endless exploitation and cruel killings, the Dark Eldar of Commorra were treated as slaves and played with in the palm of their hands.

In this case, what would it matter even if he really admitted that he hoped to be the savior of the Primarch?
As long as he gives enough, there will be a lot of Dark Eldar following him, acting as guides to lead him to kill the Supreme Overlord.

Such things had often happened in the empire before.

Under the pressure of cruel tithe tax, many planets successively surrendered to the Tau Empire.

Even more loyal than the pure Tau Empire people.

Of course, unless I have to, I will not reveal my true identity.

At least not now.

Sure enough, after Ron said these words, although some people still had doubts, most people chose to believe it.

Especially the Dark Eldar who defected to the Redemption Satellite Zone.

No matter what, it is difficult for people to admit that they have made a wrong choice, especially when they stand to lose everything because of it.

What's more, the people of Comoros have long been accustomed to the capriciousness and hypocritical lies of the Supreme Overlord.

That being likes to put on a smiling face while stabbing people in the back with a poisonous blade, which is why people are even more afraid of him.

They are fearful rather than trusting and are more inclined to believe that the conspirator is lying.

This is also one of Victor's disadvantages. The people of Comoros have long stopped trusting him.

The huge virtual image of the descendant of Asurman raised his hand and pointed at the image of the Supreme Overlord, and said in an extremely firm tone:

"Asdubal Victor, within three months, I will drive you, the slave who stole the power, off the throne!
I will end your cruel rule as a tyrant and free all oppressed Dark Eldar."

"That's the funniest joke I've ever heard."

Victor didn't react much and just gave his signature sneer.

He did not dwell on the issue of his descent from Asurman, but chose to pass it over.

After seeing everyone's reactions, the Supreme Overlord knew that this incident would not have much impact on the descendants of Asurman.

What's more, he was just guessing and had no solid evidence, so raising this matter was just a test.

If you continue to pester her, you will only expose your ugly side.

Later we can find definite evidence, or create some evidence, and then release it slowly.

There will always be some people who believe and therefore oppose.

As for the threat from the descendants of Asurman to dethrone him within three months.

He even disagreed.

He even deliberately allowed the descendants of Asurman to say these words, giving more people hope of victory.

“Hope is the sweetest poison.”

Victor thought: "While you were counting the hourglasses and fantasizing about the coronation of the descendants of Asurman, I was admiring the magnificent posture of conspiracy twisting and expanding under the nourishment of hope.

Until this hope is completely devoured, ushering in endless withering and eternal winter..."

He deliberately made the farce bigger so that when hope was dashed, it would create more despair and fear.

This can further highlight the terrifying and invincible nature of the Supreme Overlord, making people dare not even think of resisting.

Victor has used this tactic many times, and even deliberately cultivated rebels behind the scenes.

Let them fall into the abyss when they are close to victory.

It was the rebels' repeated failures and despair that built his unshakable power.

Many of those who rebelled are still alive today.

They were secretly concocted, skinned, and hung upside down in the forest of chains in the throne hall, enduring extreme torture day and night and uttering uncontrollable groans of pain.

Some of this suffering has lasted for thousands of years.

This will alert all Archons who come to the throne room, and then spread the news through their mouths.

Let people realize a fact.

That is, never go against the Supreme Overlord!

Victor looked at the descendant of Asurman. Soon this pathetic rebel, this sewer rat, would become one of them.

It is an honor for him to personally participate in the preparation.

After all, there are not many people who can make him, the supreme overlord, take personal action. Over the years, there are only more than ten people.

"How on earth are you going to do that?"

Victor watched the performance of the descendants of Asurman with great interest. It was much more interesting than the pantomime of the slaves.

Ron controlled the virtual projection and gave a passionate speech to the Dark Eldar.

Afterwards, all the images will be spread to every corner of Comoros through its own propaganda machine.

This is also his usual method.

With great sincerity, Roan made a promise to the Dark Eldar: “I, the descendant of Asurman, make a promise to all of my people who have suffered from the Hungry Lady since the Great Fall.

Not only will I free you from the tyrannical rule of the Supreme Overlord, I will also free you forever from the torment brought by the Thirsty Lady and usher in a new life.

These insignificant souls are the guarantee of my promise..."

The huge virtual image of the descendant of Asurman raised his hands: "...all the Dark Eldar people can enjoy it to their heart's content!"

The words just fell.

boom--

Several shadow-like transmission channels appeared in the area around the virtual image, and a steady stream of soul potions flowed to the ground from them.
It was like two waterfalls cascading down, flooding the entire street, so shocking!

"Soul, that is pure soul..."

On the street, the warriors of the conspiracy looked at the soul potion pouring down, trembling and screaming: "These are all pure souls!"

All the Dark Eldar present were deeply shocked, including those in the Redemption Satellite Zone.

Even though they knew that the soul potion would appear in this form, they were still inevitably shocked and would never forget it.

Many people knelt down and cried bitterly, and some Comoros residents fainted due to excessive excitement.

If I had to describe this feeling.

That is equivalent to some regiments in the Empire that are deeply trapped in genetic mutations, eagerly hoping, and even willing to sacrifice the lives of their soldiers to recover the gene seeds.

Suddenly, I saw gene seeds raining down from the sky.

In this situation, there is no other way to express such extreme emotions except kneeling down and crying, thanking the emperor for his gift.

Such was the case with the Dark Eldar who witnessed the Soul Elixir Falls today.

That is a pure soul that can save lives and relieve pain!

They watched the soul potion hit the ground with a clatter and rushed to a farther place like a flood, and they were more and more shocked.

This was a grand scene deliberately created by Ron to leave a deeper impression.

Those soul potions that fell to the edge fell into the area below and were picked up by many Comoros residents.

At this moment, no one believed what the Supreme Overlord had said before.

Who said that the descendants of Asurman are short-lived? Can short-lived people give us souls?

Don't say it's a short-lived species.

Who else would do this in this dark city except the descendants of the great and generous Asurman, the noble and noble bloodline?
"We, the Dark Eldar, finally have a savior..." "He is the Black Sun of Commorra!"

Some of the tortured, thin Comoros residents knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

Today, no one doubts Ron's identity anymore, but instead regards him as a higher being.

More people hope that he can end the rule of the Supreme Overlord and become the new ruler.

But even so, not many people picked up the soul potions that were flooding the main street.

Unless a soul potion accidentally fell into their pockets or on their armor, the Cabal warriors would hide it secretly, and they also lack souls.

But soon, the sound of glass shattering was heard.

Those soul potions that hit the ground and were oppressed at the bottom shattered, and the souls that had been added with many explosive substances dispersed.

A large number of broken soul potions formed clouds of colorful smoke, which covered more areas with the wind and spread in the central city.

Mists with different effects, such as yellow psychedelic, green painful, red excited, and black manic, covered a large number of dark elves in the entire area.

That is a super strong soul mist mixed from many series!

Soon, all the Dark Eldar who came into contact with the soul mist subconsciously absorbed it.

To fill the soul defects caused by the erosion of the hungry lady.

In an instant, the whole area cheered and became excited.

Those Dark Eldar could no longer control themselves, and their fear of the Supreme Overlord was suppressed.

They began to scramble for the soul potions on the ground, and more frenzy appeared.

"……Long live!"

Someone shouted, and it was like lighting a powder keg. People shouted and worshipped the descendants of Asurman.

Shocking the sky!

This is true whether it is the residents of Comoros or the warriors of the Black Heart Cabal.

The scene fell into extreme frenzy and chaos.

"Your plan is absolutely perfect!"

Fok looked greedily at the soul potions scattered all over the ground, praising the extraordinary wisdom of the descendants of Asurman, and he almost jumped down to grab some.

But he still resisted the urge.

These soul potions are nothing. As long as you do good things for the descendants of Asurman, you can even get a luxurious mansion that can resist the hungry ladies.

And it’s the kind that’s equipped with a pure soul swimming pool!
The descendants of Asurman only distributed low- and mid-end soul potions, which made it look like there were more of them. There were also advanced, deluxe, and supreme versions.

The effect is very different with each level increase.

Even an advanced version of the soul potion is enough to rival the beautiful soul that has been carefully tortured by the Haemonchi.

Fok swallowed and tried to comfort himself.

I am a top-level resident in the Redemption Satellite Zone, and I can't be like those country bumpkins in Comoros.

Losing control for such a small soul.

Many Dark Eldar who came to live in the Redemption Satellite Area had a vague idea of ​​being superior to others due to the superior living environment.

"Sigh~"

Ron looked at the enthusiasm below and felt a little dumbfounded.

This was not something I had planned at all; it was purely an accident. Who could have thought that these glass bottles of soul potions would be so fragile?

Whoever designed those glass bottles needs to be held accountable!

It is simply a low-quality product and does not meet their own high-quality production standards.

But he soon thought of it.

It seemed that he had directed the production of soul potion not long ago, and had suggested that the relevant personnel design the glass bottle to be thinner.

This saves materials while also making it look crystal clear and more beautiful.

"The designs nowadays are pretty good. It's normal for precious things to be fragile."

Ron dismissed the thought he had just had, satisfied with it.

The current scene is even more influential and has triggered my own inspiration. I feel like I can hold more carnivals like this in the future.

This is more like the tone of the Dark Eldar.

His plan went smoothly.

Once these soul potions are spread and then confiscated by the Supreme Overlord, it will arouse tremendous anger.

Then I can implement the next plan.

……

Along with the challenge and promise of the descendants of Asurman to the Supreme Overlord.

It was not just the central city area that was poured with large amounts of soul potions; the same was true of the main streets in many areas of the Dark City.

A large number of transport sailboats loaded with soul potions rushed into the neighborhood, spreading the soul potions as much as they could.

Even the archons of the Black Heart Conspiracy did not order the destruction of the transport sailing ships that appeared in their jurisdiction.

Those are boatloads of pure souls. Who would be willing to just bomb and destroy them like this?

Even if we take a step back, it is better to rob it yourself than to destroy it.

More consuls felt heartbroken that these pure white souls were just being released to the residents.

What a crime!
The distribution of soul potions, in addition to pouring them in major streets to create a sensation, was also precisely distributed by the Mandrakes of the Shadow Legion.

These dimensional creatures use shadows to travel between areas, giving gifts to anyone they meet, ensuring that any being receives a gift from the descendants of Asurman.

Today, those Mandrakes, the terrifying nightmare monsters of legends, have almost become errand boys, and are even more beloved lucky creatures and gods of wealth by the Comorians.

After all, whoever encounters them will not only not be harmed, but will also get soul potions.

Moreover, the soul potions that the Comoros residents get are random, and if they are lucky, they can even get advanced and deluxe versions of the potions.

It's almost like winning the jackpot.

You can live a relatively wealthy life in Comoros.

The residents of Comoros will excitedly say a few auspicious words after receiving the soul potion from the lucky nightmare monster.

For example, words like "Long live the descendants of Asurman!" and "Down with Victor!"

The dark city of Comoros was in a frenzy because of the selfless generosity of the noble descendants of Asuman.

Perhaps this is the happiest moment for the Dark Eldar in ten thousand years.

After all, ever since the Great Fall, the race that once dominated the galaxy has fallen into extreme darkness.

They felt like gutter rats, hiding in webways from the thirsty ladies.

The Dark Eldar below felt it even more deeply.

Not only do they have to suffer the erosion of the Hungry Lady, but they also have to be exploited by the Black-Hearted Conspiracy, and they get almost no souls.

As for the souls of intelligent creatures, don't even think about it.

That was for the nobles, consuls and conspiracy warriors, most of whom could only absorb some scraps, and some could not even afford wild beasts and birds.

I can only catch some small creatures in the pipes to fill the hunger of my soul.

Most of these lower-level Dark Eldar, the nearly immortal species, do not live more than a hundred years and die in agony of soul exhaustion.

If you are unlucky, your soul will be taken away by the Lady of Thirst after death and fall into eternal torment.

There will be no liberation forever.

But now the people of Comoros have descendants of Asurman who can give them souls and promise to help them free themselves from the torment of the thirsty lady.

He is... the savior of the Dark Eldar!
In addition to the inhabitants of Comoros, the warriors of the Kabal also received gifts from the descendants of Asurman.

When the conspiracy warriors were patrolling the road or driving away the residents, nightmare monsters suddenly appeared and forced a bunch of soul potions on them.

They were all incredulous: “I, a member of the Black Heart Conspiracy, am also involved?

Even the enemy?"

This made the warriors of the conspiracy happy and they began to have a favorable impression of the descendants of Asurman.

Because the soul potions they received were several times their usual income.

It is not easy for them to obtain souls. They have to risk being devoured by the Lady of Thirst or death by plundering outside the Webway.

Who wouldn’t be happy to get so many souls for free?
In short, today the soul of the entire Comoros is entirely controlled by the descendants of Asuman!
……

On the palace terrace.

The superior archons issued one order after another, allowing the conspiracy groups in various regions to control the situation and curb the chaos.

At the same time, confiscate all soul potions.

The Supreme Overlord still maintains a fearful deterrent in Comoros, and no one dares to disobey.

Victor looked down at the chaos below, his body shaking.

But on the face of this supreme overlord was... an excited smile, as if his conspiracy had succeeded.

“This is a good move by the descendants of Asuman, using the gain and loss of souls as bait to incite the anger of the entire Comoros.

And this anger will eventually turn into a poisonous blade that stabs me..."

Victor looked up at the spire in the distance. There stood the descendant of Asurman, the sewer rat.

He seemed to have anticipated the situation and said to himself:

"Let me think, should you distribute poisoned weapons to the people of Comoros next?
It's a pity that all you did was just a foolish struggle, and those souls actually helped me a lot!"

(End of this chapter)