Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 504 Savior: Is it possible that I predicted the enemy’s prediction?
"The ignorant opened the curtain of the feast and put the noose around their necks..."

Victor looked down at the soul potion waterfall below and smiled with satisfaction.

He finally collected enough souls he had longed for.

The supreme overlord ignored the chaos in the central city because someone would take care of it.

He turned back to the bedroom and walked into a passage lift.

The lift fell into the twisted edge of the web and was swallowed into a downward-pointing, bloody passage.

After that, it began to drop rapidly, and then drop again.

Before Victor's eyes were passing machines full of hooks and twisted flesh, pale lights in the darkness, and the stacked and intertwined slums of hell.

It was filled with countless exiles and deformed slaves.

He ignored these insignificant things and looked at the curtain at the edge of the webway.

What is visible to the naked eye is the reddish tide, which is filled with strong desire and traces of joy, pain and torture everywhere.

Even the Supreme Overlord had a hint of fear in his eyes.

Those are beings in non-real dimensions that are neither born nor dead.

He uttered the ancient Eldar language: "The Unborn, God's Fragment, Shaitan..."

One of the names for those terrible creatures, but the galaxy has a common name for them - demons.

Victor is undoubtedly afraid of demons, or more precisely, he is afraid of the existence called "God" behind these demons.

The one he feared most was the Thirsty Lady, the eternal nightmare of the Dark Eldar.

As long as He keeps His eyes on Comoros, He will never have peace and His life will be in danger.

To make matters worse, the Lady of Thirst is increasing her incursions into the Webway, chipping away at the veil between the Webway and the Warp.

If left unchecked, more cracks will appear in Comoros' Webway veil before long.

The sight of the Lady of Thirst will be completely cast on Comoros, and no one can escape Her pursuit.

Including Victor himself.

He had no faith to face a "god" who had caused the fall of the Eldar Empire.

The residents of Comoros do not know about this yet, and they do not need to know.

That would only create more confusion.

No one knows that the culprit behind all this is the Supreme Overlord Victor.

He repeatedly used forbidden artifacts and demons to strike at his rivals in Commorragh, causing the veil of this ancient creation to be overwhelmed and become thinner.

Victor didn't like such instability and threats, so he began to look for a force that could resist the warp.

He soon discovered the perfect force to defend against the Warp - the Emperor of Mankind.

The Emperor is a natural born psychic, possessing a body and mind of unrivaled power, feared even by demons and gods.

Though he was reduced to a skeleton upon his throne, he still guarded the veil of the Webway.

Protect the human empire from the demonic tide.

And Comoros in the Webway needs just such capabilities.

Victor was extremely excited and immediately sent messengers to contact the Haemorrhoids, gaining their trust through conspiracy and deception.

Finally obtained the desired technology and emperor genes.

"Those short-lived creatures thought they had destroyed my plan, but they had no idea that the real conspiracy was hiding out of sight, blooming where no one could see."

Victor thought smugly.

He fooled all the short-lived people, including those pretentious guys in the Emperor's Palace, who were indeed stupid enough.

After obtaining the Black Throne's forging technology and the genes of the Emperor and the Primarchs, the Haemonculi immediately began experiments on the throne and clones.

This experiment lasted for thousands of years and consumed countless resources, especially souls.

The technological differences between humans and the Eldar require a large amount of soul energy to convert and make up for.

According to the original plan, the Black Throne and the clones would take hundreds of years to complete.

By then, demons might have already invaded, and the experiment would most likely fail under the influence of the demons.

Fortunately, the descendant of Asurman was so foolish and generous that he provided a large number of souls.

Instead, it contributed to the success of the experiment.

The elevator accelerated, and Victor passed through the abyss and ancient foundations, glimpsing dark tunnels that seemed to reach the root of the galaxy.

They are like the extremely greedy souls of the Dark Eldar, striving to devour all the light.

Next is a huge underground space filled with people.

"Hurry up, damn slave!"

"All slaves, speed up and close this pipeline!"

Tens of thousands of construction machines, even more cabal warriors, and tens of millions of slaves of various races are working at full capacity to build.

Many surveillance aircraft hover in the air, executing any slaves, traitors or slackers who may have an impact here.

Except for a few existences, any life that enters this place will never be able to leave.

Never see the light of day.

This massive undertaking gave birth to a vast machine that is still expanding.

All the looted parts, reshaped elements, and reverse-engineered structures form a huge mechanical forest aggregate.

It was like a huge fortress buried deep underground, and in the center of the fortress, there was a throne that exuded deterrence and was fixed in layers, surrounded by special runes and psychic link facilities.

That is the Black Throne.

The Blood Eldar mastered the throne construction technology, and then drove researchers and mechanics of various races to truly create a throne belonging to the Dark Eldar.

It's much better than the Emperor's crudely cobbled-together Golden Throne.

Even before the machine was activated, unimaginable psychic power was accumulated.

Victor stepped out of the lift and made his way down the private passage, one of the closest to the throne.

He looked at the black throne and sneered:

"The short-lived creatures have misunderstood the function of the throne. If they knew the truth about the throne, I'm afraid no one would accept it.

They were absolutely unwilling to believe that the being that their race revered as God was related to a machine.

In other words, it is that machine that allows the user to go deeper into the subspace and absorb more faith or energy.

In this way, you can be promoted to a higher level of life—God!"

Victor's eyes turned slightly blue, and his expression suddenly revealed a hint of uncontrollable desire.

Although he is an immortal, immortal ruler, he is even older than the thirsty lady.

Lived a long life.

But compared with the real God, there is still some difference, and that is the essential difference.

This supreme overlord does not want to be controlled by any being, nor does he want them to look down on him.

"If you don't reach that level, you will always be an inferior existence, not even qualified to face..."

Victor muttered.

For example, right now, the unpredictable god of trickery and lord of change is stirring up his own ambitions.

And he could only passively bear it, but could not do anything about it.

This is extremely painful for a ruler.

Of course, Victor is also using the Lord of Change to gain deeper hidden knowledge through Him.

He also knew that His real purpose was to use him as a chess piece to attack the Thirsty Lady.

There were also fierce struggles among the gods.

"But who could have imagined that this chess piece would soon jump out of the chessboard and become one of the controllers of the chessboard?"

Victor has a will and hatred that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and he has come to this point as a slave.

Become one of the most feared beings in the galactic powers.

Not just in the Comoros.

His armed forces plundered across the galaxy, spreading more fear and hatred.

Everyone knows it. Everyone knows it.

Victor is deliberately creating fear and hatred.

He had been preparing for all this ever since he knew the secret of how to ascend to godhood through the warp.

It is not easy to become a being at that level.

Of the eight paths to godhood in the legendary subspace, four have already been firmly occupied and are difficult to shake.

The erosion and destruction within it will soon be occupied by the short-lived emperor, and he can only choose other ways.

Ultimately, the path Victor chose was dissolution by greed.

It portends the all-encompassing hatred that swirls through the Warp like an Eternal Dragon feeding on its own tail.

Extend the hatred and direct it toward oneself.

Chaos is its essence and disorder is its synonym.

In such self-destructive hatred.

There are no allies except a new, more unpredictable being itself.

However, the path to becoming a god is not that easy, and one must create corresponding changes in the galaxy or the subspace.

To reshape the cognition of many lives and form changes in beliefs or other emotions.

It can be positive or negative.

This makes no difference to the Chaos Subspace, and everything will eventually be twisted into the corresponding path.

Vector's choice was to rely on the Dark Eldar to create more fear and hatred, directed at his erratic self.

Making the lives of the galaxy fear and hate oneself is also a manifestation of faith.

The emotions and soul power of the Dark Eldar are so strong that they gave birth to many gods and even the Lady of Thirst.

Even after the Great Fall, the cousins ​​of the Dark Eldar, the Ark Eldar, still gave birth to a powerful prototype of the god, the god of death, Inijad. Now, the Dark Eldar and many other creatures have accumulated thousands of years of fear, hatred, and torture, which will inevitably give birth to a powerful force.

"The countless ghosts of fear and hatred hovering in the dark city of Comoros are so beautiful..."

Victor gave the order to execute a group of human slaves, then closed his eyes and felt the souls that died from torture.

The unknown power gathered in the Dark City has increased a little bit.

Fanaticism appeared on his face: "This is enough to elevate my ordinary body to godhood and become the greatest miracle in the galaxy."

A once humble slave ascended to become a god, what a shocking feat!
Victor couldn't wait to sit on that painful black throne and be done with it all.

Too bad he can't yet.

Because the "key" to the Black Throne has not yet been created, but it will be soon.

Victor's own essence in the subspace is too weak, so he hates and envies those who have powerful essences but refuse to accept him.

For example, the short-lived Primarch Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire.

He was so wasteful and refused to accept all this for the sake of so-called justice and the lives of a short-lived race.

This is especially true for the short-lived emperor, as the power he has gathered is so enormous.

He could clearly ascend to godhood at any time, becoming the king of darkness, one of the most powerful gods, but he refused to take that step.

How stupid?
Victor didn't understand what those guys did.

If I could become a god, what would it matter if I sacrificed everything?

If sacrificing all the Dark Eldar could make him stronger, he would do it without hesitation.

"Sir, the creation of the key has entered the final stage..."

The Haemophilus Master came over to report.

He was looking forward to the key allowing the Supreme Overlord to gain the divinity of the Warp and then cut off the tentacles of the Lady of Thirst targeting the Webway.

In this way, the Dark Eldar had their own god, a more vicious and cruel one who could fight against other Outer Gods.

That is the Dark Eldar's only hope.

Victor nodded with satisfaction.

This was what he needed, a key that contained the Emperor's blood, genetic sequence and a shell that mimicked his unrivaled power.

Normally, he cannot use the Black Throne.

Not only him, even the powerful beings of the Eldar Empire could not withstand the impact of the throne.

But short-lived emperors can.

With the shell as a key, he can trick the throne's bio-interface and tap into its latent psychic powers.

This would allow Vect to merge into the Warp, drawing upon the twisted power that the Dark Eldar and other beings have gathered on Commorragh over the millennia.

Thus going deeper into the path of dissolving greed, gaining divinity, and becoming another level of life.

This would give him the ability to use the Black Throne to sever all of the Lady of Thirst's tentacles reaching out to the Webway.

Gain better control over Webway buildings including Comoros.

Those Chaos Gods and even the Emperor couldn't do anything to him.

It can even seize control of the Webway occupied by other life forms, such as the Webway in the Savior's territory.

Those short-lived species are not qualified to occupy such ancient buildings.

“This is what I have done for Commorragh and the Dark Eldar, becoming a god and protecting this place.

It’s a pity that I am not understood…”

Victor felt a little emotional.

But he quickly gathered his emotions and walked deeper into the tunnel, where he was heavily protected by many forbidden artifacts.

Now no one can stop me from ascending the Black Throne and becoming a god...
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"Descendants of Asurman, you are forbidden to give any souls to Victor!!!"

???

Ron received an unknown warning and suddenly became nervous.

What happened?
He looked at the information about the black-hearted conspiracy groups in various regions confiscating souls, and felt a headache.

This warning is a little slow in coming.

I have spent all my soul reserves, and I guess there is no way to get them back.

Ron saw the secret contact location attached to the warning message, and then took his men there.

See what secrets the warner has.

Not long after, Ron stood in the ruins of the dilapidated webway, with a cold wind blowing past.

He saw a bunch of clowns, real clowns.

"What is this, a theatrical performance?"

Ron was a little puzzled.

In the sight, the clowns appeared above the ruins with complex and smooth backflips, performing a tragedy of the fall of the Eldar gods.

He even saw the role of the goddess of life in it.

That should be the Eldar clown troupe, Eldar space clowns wearing masks?
I have to say, there is something about the Harlequin Troupe.

They performed this tragedy so brilliantly that even someone like me, who has no artistic talent, enjoyed it very much.

The Eldar clowns of the Harlequin Troupe worship Xigochi, the god of laughter.

That person is similar to Tzeentch, a real fun-seeker and an expert on galactic plans.

Xigoqi protects the souls of the Eldar Harlequins from the corruption of Slaanesh.

The tragedy ends, and the elegant and sad clown song begins:

"Come, come all, a long journey awaits you.

Heed our call, and may laughter be bestowed upon you.

When you fall, don't be afraid of losing everything.

May the return path set you free brothers and sisters, friends and enemies.

Come and watch our farewell performance..."

Ron clapped politely and turned to talk to Fok next to him: "This is a great performance, isn't it?"

Fok was somewhat involved.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Lord Asurman, this is the best performance I have ever seen."

"Right? I think we can invite the clowns to perform in the arena. That kind of stage is more suitable, but I don't know the price..."

Soon, exaggerated laughter interrupted the conversation between the two.

Many of the Eldar clowns retreated, leaving only one clown with exaggerated costumes and a laughing god-like appearance.

Upon seeing this, Fok tactfully withdrew, leaving space for the leaders of both sides to communicate.

Ron had noticed that guy a long time ago because he always occupied the center position in the tragedy.

He could also roughly guess the other party's identity, the embodiment of nobility among clowns, or the great clown in common parlance.

Only a great clown is qualified to play the role of a laughing and playful person.

It is equivalent to the "king" of the clown troupe, with the most exaggerated appearance and the best equipment.

Usually they are the first to be targeted, and will be cursed: "Blow up that colorful stinky *B."

But there is no doubt that the other party is one of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

The big clown approaches with an elegant dance and an oppressive posture, speaking in a pompous tone:

"Look... your fate is tangled in knots, and I happen to have a pair of scissors in my hand...

Or a pen?

After all, the great God of Laughter is better at rewriting than editing.”

Damn it, I hate the Riddler the most!
Ron cursed in his heart, trying to understand the meaning of the big clown's words:
"You mean to say that I am in a desperate situation and only your gods can change my fate?"

The clown smiled and turned in a ballet style on tiptoe: "You are standing in the center of the stage, but you haven't even read the title of the script.

Dance with me, at least the curtain call will be filled with laughter instead of screams."

"So, you have the key information, and I will end up in disaster if I don't cooperate with you?"

Ron shook his head, a little hesitant: "The cooperation between the two sides should be based on friendship. I cannot agree to such threatening cooperation."

It is obvious that the big clown or the laughing god behind him hopes to threaten and dominate himself.

This is to solve these problems.

The big clown stretched out his entire exaggerated ugly face:

"You can refuse, of course, but when historians turn the page, your name will only be 'the idiot who made Higgins laugh'."

Call ~
Ron took a deep breath and took out the highly dangerous forbidden artifact.

The big clown was stunned for a moment, then took a few steps back silently.

"I suggest you talk to me in a normal tone, otherwise I will go crazy and I won't be able to control myself."

Ron said in a serious tone, "If the news you're talking about is that Victor wants to use the Black Throne and the Emperor's clones to become a god, causing Commorragh to fall into disaster.

Then there is no need to say more.

I predicted Victor's prediction, and I sent those souls to him on purpose."

Victor is a guy who dreams of becoming a god, and he also hopes to get the Emperor's clone as soon as possible to deal with new threats while attacking the opponent's rule foundation.

Ron knew that Victor was anxious, but he was more anxious than Victor.

He continued:
“I also know that the Lord of Joy is about to invade Comoros. The Laughing God must be terrified, right?
In short, the secrets and truths I know are beyond your imagination, and everything is going according to plan!"

As soon as the words fell, a heart-pounding breath suddenly erupted from the ruins of the Webway.

A crack appeared in the curtain above, and the terrifying figures of many demons emerged.

???

In an instant, Ron and the big clown changed their expressions.

(End of this chapter)