Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 508 Savior: Such a big crack, is it our plan?!
Ron was covered in a gorgeous black robe, holding a scepter, and his shadowy cloak swept across the gems on the ground.

When he descended into the passage to the main arena of the Redemption Arena, the archway made of hundreds of thousands of alien and demon skeletons opened with a bang.

Those suspended stands were like the open ribs of a giant god, and every beam of spiritual bones was playing a welcome song composed of death screams.

What is even more eye-catching is a huge jagged wall with many demons bound on it.

It's like a living, breathing building.

Today, the Redemption Arena has undergone two rounds of expansion and is now the size of several cities. It is the most magnificent and largest arena in the galaxy, without a doubt.

The overall architectural style has also changed. It is luxurious and hideous, but less bloody.

The main materials are no longer human flesh and bones, but the remains of some cruel aliens or demons.

That is the real enemy of the Dark Eldar.

Today, this arena gathers countless gladiators of various races.

It has giant greenskin fortresses, large Tyranid bio-incubation ships, dark elves' spires, and giant war machines of various races.

Including nearly thirty modified and more ferocious Redemption Titans, as well as more super-heavy weapons of various races.

It can present the most magnificent war scenes and the most exciting fights to the audience at any time.

It can be said that the galaxy's craziest and cruelest gladiators and the most deadly weapons are all gathered here.

This was the result of Ron's deliberate operation.

The Redemption Arena offers so much, and there are so many top gladiators.

This attracted more high-level warriors from across the galaxy to come and fight, and some of the empire's impoverished and warlike interstellar regiments would also sneak over to fight.

While blasting aliens and demons to report back to the Emperor, you can also earn some rice.

Payment can even be made in gene-seed.

There were even some Chaos Warriors who were not classified as Chaos and came over, hoping to sign up to participate in the fight.

To win more kills and glory.

These are all allowed.

After all, the Arena of Redemption is fair and honest, and will generously accept any spectators and challengers willing to participate in the fight as long as there is no ill will.

Now the Redemption Arena is gradually gaining some fame.

The arena features a variety of gladiatorial games, combat unit development, and thrilling betting and gambling games.

It has attracted more distinguished audiences from across the galaxy, who are willing to spend a lot of money here.

In addition to the Dark Eldar, there are millions of visitors from the galaxy and local tycoons spending money here.

This also allowed Ron, the owner of the arena, to earn a huge amount of wealth and resources.

He looked down at the magnificent arena building and the packed audience area, and was quite moved:
"I didn't expect that Galaxy Entertainment City would be the most profitable..."

Most of the projects carried out by the Savior's territory are aimed at grabbing the resources of the empire, and often times resources have to be invested in subsidizing the poor civilized world.

It can be considered as a central transfer payment.

And to be honest, the Human Empire is not considered wealthy in the galaxy. There are too many people and life is hard.

How many resources can one have if he is struggling to make ends meet?

Even though the Savior's territory looks extremely wealthy and luxurious, it can continuously accumulate wealth.

But the more money we earn, the more we spend on construction, so we have always been in a state of resource shortage.

But some local tycoons in Galaxy are different.

Most of them have inherited unimaginable wealth or are extremely famous in the galaxy, allowing them to enjoy and squander their wealth to their heart's content.

Maybe they don't have to struggle for survival since they were born.

Just throwing out some heritage relics would be enough to make humans drool.

The human empire had been betrayed by the aliens, and seeing that they were so wealthy, they were eager to exterminate the aliens.

Ron originally wanted to use the Redemption Arena to collect information about the local tycoons, and then send troops over to get some good stuff.

But after considering it, I gave up.

After all, the galactic aliens or the local tycoons in chaotic neutrality are not fools. The technology they possess is no worse than that of humans, and they may be able to find traces of tracking.

Moreover, if he did this, it would also be a blow to the reputation of the Redemption Arena.

No one dared to come here anymore.

The Dark Eldar pirates had a bad reputation to begin with, and they were in cahoots with the vicious humans.

With such darkness, wouldn't the local tycoons have to avoid it?
What's more, war consumes resources and lives, and recovery and management after the war are also a big hassle.

In this way, they openly engage in lucrative business and attract visitors from all over the world.

Let them spend a fortune and put their entire fortune on the line, and then charge them some membership fees and handling fees.

It’s faster and more profitable than just robbing.

The VIP qualification of our own arena is a membership invitation system.

Only the more affluent nobles in the galaxy or the most famous nobles in the region can receive invitations. If newcomers want to come, they need the recommendation of other members.

Such a high threshold ensures that all those who come here are high net worth individuals.

Most of the noble beings in the galaxy have long lifespans and unimaginable wealth.

They tend to prefer pursuing excitement or gaining more resource benefits.

The Redemption Arena provides them with such a platform, with unlimited bets, the most exciting entertainment in the galaxy, and beauties of all races.

Even green-skinned beauties’ services can be provided to fully satisfy any fetish.

As long as they spend enough money, they can even personally dissect the chaos demons that originally frightened them.

Or, under the protection of gladiators, you can personally fight the devil.

Enjoy the adrenaline rush between life and death.

This is something that cannot be experienced anywhere else in the galaxy.

The Milky Way is so vast that many planets may maintain peaceful lives for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

But once the devil appears, it means the destruction of the planet.

Those noble beings in the galaxy know how terrifying demons are, but if they had the chance to come into contact with such horrific lives, they would kill them with their own hands.

It will definitely add more honor and glory to their boring lives.

It can also be a form of comparison.

"I have lived through the centuries and witnessed more coronations than many breaths of life.

When the hundred thousandth duke knelt before me, trembling and repeating the same oath, even mockery became a pathetic duty.

Life has turned into a withered rose. Even living is a torture. Life is meaningless.

Lord Asuman, time is the damn poison, and longevity is a curse..."

not long ago.

Heye, an alien royal family who owns several star districts on the edge of the galaxy and has lived for thousands of years and is extremely mentally exhausted, was recommended to the Redemption Arena.

The guy was lying on the luxurious throne and was carried to the audience, like a breathing zombie.

That's what he complained to Ron.

Ron, a descendant of Asurman and the owner of the arena, said:
"You are too young to play."

In the entire galaxy, when it comes to which race is the best at having fun, no one can compare to the Eldar.

He absorbed and inherited the culture of the Eldar, and the Redemption Satellite District under his command took its essence and removed its dross.

Carry forward this traditional culture of the elves.

Ron asked the Haemoling Master to carefully prepare a set of top-level, extremely stimulating, crazy spiraling mental potions for the alien royal family.

It can fully activate every cell in the body, like a whirlwind torpedo hitting the core of the planet.

This allows the alien throne to get the ultimate sensory experience in extreme pain and pleasure.

It's as if every layer of skin, flesh, and cell in the body is being caressed, peeled off, ravaged, and then sublimated.

Then, a set of pan-galactic race health care was arranged, with succubus as the main and greenskins as the auxiliary, and ultimate training for more than ten races.

Then throw them into the arena to experience the cruelty of life and feel the despair and helplessness when facing the Tyranid swarms and demons.

Finally, the dying flesh of the alien royal family was dragged out for treatment and recovery.

The first words that the alien royal family said when he woke up were: "Ah, I witnessed the true pastime of the nobles. This is the meaning of life..."

Ron didn't have much feeling.

What the hell is the meaning of life? The real meaning is that I have to find a way to get the gold coins from these nobles who are tired of living.

Let them know what it means to be penniless, and make greater contributions to the galaxy and humanity.

This way they can have fun and be happy too.

Now, the alien royal family member named Heye is full of energy and lives directly in the Redemption Arena.

Even all in every day.

Experience the gains and losses of wealth between life and death, and feel the hormones and the pounding of your heart as you bet on staggering wealth.

That guy was quite lucky and won a lot of good things, and his resources and wealth increased significantly.

Ron didn't mind this at all, and was very happy instead.

This is a living advertisement.

Anyway, what the other party wins is the wealth of other noble members, which has nothing to do with oneself, and one can even collect a commission from it.

No matter what, you make money.

In short, I'm not afraid of him winning, I'm just afraid that he won't come.

On the contrary, for lucky people like Heye, Ron would beat drums and gongs to celebrate with the whole audience.

Let others also desire to win such resources and wealth.

Then arrange top guards such as fear warriors to ensure the safety of distinguished members.

If they want to return to their territory, they will arrange a fleet to escort them along the way.

If you encounter any blind creatures, just kill them and take them as trophies.

It is precisely because of this kind of honest management that Redemption Arena has won the trust of many entities.

In short, the Redemption Arena is all-encompassing. In addition to the above services, it also sells various luxury weapons, provides body modification, personal protection and other services.

There is also a trading area where you can make various mortgages and resource purchases while having fun, just by paying a handling fee.

Most of the various resources listed in the arena are things that other local tycoons have lost.

There are even some mortgaged planetary territories.

This can, to a certain extent, replace the black markets throughout the galaxy and be safer.

Ron can also make a lot of money as a middleman.

Those black markets will always exist anyway. Instead of letting other people make the money, it’s better to make it yourself.

Ron wasn't worried that those guys would default on their debts.

Because the many conspiracy groups in the Redemption Satellite Zone rarely go out to plunder now, their main business is to perform security and debt collection work with the Dread Warriors.

Once any noble in the galaxy dares to disobey the collection order.

Then they can only collect the debts by force, and then they will have to pay the service fee of the conspiracy and the fear warriors for their door-to-door service.

Ron couldn't help but feel worried when he thought about the impending crisis.

This Redemption Arena has become one of the most profitable projects he has ever undertaken.

We want to build it into the first pan-entertainment zone in the galaxy and attract more nobles of various races.

The Redemption Satellite Zone is an important area for the future resettlement of the Dark Eldar.

He didn't want this place to be destroyed by the demonic tide of the Lord of Pleasure or other evil gods.

Under the respectful gaze of the audience, Ron, the descendant of Asurman and the master of the arena, walked up the crystal steps to his throne.

That is the area with the best view, and one can clearly see the entire main arena.

Clusters of dark crystals float above the Soul Falls, illuminating the screaming vines that dot the landscape.

The special vines that look like decorations can better convey any emotions and sound effects.

In order to achieve better viewing effect.

Ron was pacing on the crystal stairs when he suddenly heard a fanatical voice.

He stopped and looked, and saw a figure standing proudly.

"Great and wise ruler, noble descendant of Asurman, I would like to compose a poem in praise of you."

The Dark Eldar soul poet Sana performed standard Eldar etiquette with elegance and grace, showing the demeanor of an artist.

He pondered for a few breaths, then composed a poem of praise on the spot, and sighed out beautiful notes through his transformed throat:
"Ah~
The shadow cast by your eyelashes is enough to shame any existence. Your drooping eyes can make the fossilized Medusa in the myth of the Eldar marry.

The aftershocks of your Adam's apple's vibration are commanding the galactic cantilever to adjust its rotation rhythm."

Sana bent down with more respect, “Great descendant of Asurman, every cell in your body is rewriting the definition of the beauty of darkness.

Noble beings, please imprint the word "submission" into the depths of our souls.

So that when we are broken and reassembled, we can still remember the arc of kneeling..."

The hymn of the soul poet caused the recording attendant beside him to change his expression slightly.

Licking, licking so much!
The recorder suddenly felt that this artist, who was once a famous figure in the Dark City, had changed a lot.

Lost the soul of art.

"Good, very literary."

Ron raised his hands and clapped softly, giving an appreciative look: “We need talents like you to redeem the satellite area.

Worthy of encouragement! "

Upon hearing this, Iris signaled to her assistant to give it to the soul poet and artist of the Dark City.

Send some funds.

Ron really needs someone like Sana as a mouthpiece, whose main purpose is not to praise himself, but to praise the Redemption Satellite Zone.

That guy is the first blow in the Redemption Satellite Zone.

He wrote many poems and articles about this place, praising the life in the Redemption Satellite Zone while criticizing and reflecting on the current situation in Comoros.

The effect achieved is even stronger than that of Yilin in the previous life.

This has led to the residents of Comoros yearning to redeem the satellite area, hoping to obtain residency or household registration here.

Even after the black-hearted conspiracy issued a ban, they risked their lives sneaking across the border to redeem the satellite zone.

However, since they are illegal residents, most of them need to undergo strict screening and can only live on the outskirts of the Redemption Satellite Area.

The living conditions are much worse than those with household registration.

After Ron recharged the Soul Poet, he ignored it.

He entered the throne area and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Lord Asuman is so generous!" Sana was quite excited after receiving a large number of souls.

He didn't want to lick it like that, but the other person gave him too much.

This soul poet plans to write more works praising the Redemption Satellite Area after he returns.

Sana stood there respectfully until the figure of the descendant of Asurman disappeared, then he turned around and returned to his VIP area.

Then he sat in his seat, calculating something and muttering something like winning rate, lucky day, just bet once a day, and the Sky-Repairing Plan.

He was calculating the physical data, combat record, mental state, etc. of the units that would appear in the next fight.

It also mixes in some metaphysics and stuff like that.

There are also evaluations and recommendations of various gladiatorial units by gladiatorial assessment masters.

Sana spent a lot of money to buy these materials.

It is said that if you follow the guidance of the information, there is more than 80% chance of betting on the winner.

He devoted all his energy to research, even more seriously than writing poetry.

This soul poet had been washed up some time ago due to overconfidence.

Even the mansion gifted by the descendants of Asurman was lost.

But he believed that he could repair the sky with his own strength.

That is to say, win a little every day according to the plan, and slowly win back what you have lost.

No matter how bad the situation is, you can still win more rewards through your own precious combat units.

yah~
A burst of fire broke out in the darkness.

Those were the sparks produced by the friction between the hard keratin and the alloy cage.

"Oh, my darling, you must be hungry, aren't you?"

Sana noticed the noise behind him and ran over happily, fearing that his beloved combat unit would be unhappy.

That will affect combat effectiveness.

The soul poet looked at the ferocious Tyranid warrior worm with a metallic luster in the cage with his eyes full of love.

This is his most valuable possession, ranked 3895th on the list of Tyranid combat units in the Redemption Arena.

He is also considered a top-ranked Tyrannosaurus trainer in the Redemption Arena.

This mutated Tyranid warrior worm has amazing combat power due to careful training.

Much stronger than ordinary samurai bugs.

Sana pulled out a block of expensive metal and put it into the feeding device, allowing the baby combat unit to digest and absorb it.

The Tyranid combat unit is the favorite combat pet of the wealthy people in the Redemption Arena.

They often spend a lot of effort on customized cultivation and transformation, and invest a lot of rare biomass, precious metals and various high-energy resources.

Make these Tyranid combat units more powerful.

The Dark Eldar and other noble beings in the galaxy would invest in their own treasuries or travel around the galaxy to collect even more precious materials to feed their combat units.

A certain noble even fed his ancient relic vehicle to his baby Tyrannosaurus.

This is because the relic vehicle contains the galaxy's finest alloy, and it is a product that cannot be restored with existing technology.

The value is immeasurable.

He believed this would make his Tyranid combat units more powerful, and this was indeed the case.

After the mutated Tyranid absorbed the ancient metal, it developed a harder shell that even heavy artillery fire could not break through.

Even players like Sana who are not wealthy enough.

They all decided to feed their beloved Tyranid warrior worms with their ancestral bagpipe instruments and metal relics of the ancient elf empire.

They also live frugally and feed the fish valuable biomass and precious metals every day.

The Tyranids live better than him and even have their own special cleaner.

In fact, all of this is to cultivate a swarm of Zerg for the Savior's Tyranid clone, Blade Wing.

Ron can get a large number of mutated Tyranids without investing any resources.

Much stronger than ordinary Zerg.

All he paid was some biometric information authorization.

Allow the wealthy people who have purchased the Terran units for training to be able to give them simple commands.

Then willingly invest your own resources.

"My little darling, I'm counting on you from now on..."

After Sana fed her baby Tyran, she patted its metal shell carefully.

Then he returned to his seat contentedly.

At this time, a communication request came from the VIP box next door. After Sana passed it, the curtain between the rooms rose.

"Brother Sana, why are you still looking at this thing? There are no private fights to bet on today."

Heye's hearty laughter was heard.

Recently, this alien royal has been hanging out with Sana, the soul poet who is a descendant of Asurman.

Study each other's techniques for training Tyrannosaurus.

In Heye's opinion, a poor guy like Sana could train Terran to such a level.

It must rely on technology.

But he is different. He relies entirely on spending money and resources.

Sana looked at the huge Tyranid creature with colorful metallic luster in the cage behind his friend Heye, his eyes full of envy.

The alien royal family was also well-known in the Redemption Satellite Area and was lucky enough to win a lot of wealth.

Then he invested all of it into the training of Tyron.

He invested enough resources to buy several planets and trained a lowly swift-bone worm into a powerful hive tyrant.

It can easily overturn and destroy super-heavy tanks, and fight against several Chaos Dreadnoughts at the same time.

It can be said that the combat power is amazing.

Sana and Heye, two close friends, chatted briefly and exchanged some of the latest information on Terran's training, then fell silent.

They are looking forward to today's grand performance.

It is said that this was a grand spectacle carefully prepared by the Redemption Arena that only happens once in a thousand years.

It allows the audience to enjoy the most extreme thrills in the galaxy.

boom--

After the performance of the Harlequin Troupe ended, destructive weapons exploded in the center of the arena city building.

A brilliant explosion of sparks arose.

In an instant, countless roars rang out from the giant fortresses, Tyranid bio-ships and ferocious Dark Eldar spires in the arena.

Dozens of units of Titan-level war machines and creatures are also ready to go.

The roar of their movements alone shook the entire arena city.

That heralded the start of a grand performance.

At the same time, underground on a street outside the Redemption Arena.

"This moment has finally arrived..."

The Black Heart Conspiracy's strike force hid underground for nearly a year to avoid being tracked.

Now, they have obtained the forbidden artifact sent by the Supreme Overlord and will launch a devastating attack!

hum~
The forbidden artifact - the space-tearing engine was activated, and the plasma energy that burst out in an instant destroyed all life around it.

The spherical machine broke through the ground of the street and rose high into the sky, gathering more energy.

Visible to the naked eye, there were signs of tears in the surrounding space, and one could see the chaotic darkness on the other side of the curtain.

boom!
At the moment of the energy explosion, a series of artillery fire rays exploded next to the spherical machine, creating more energy turbulence.

That was the "fireworks" of the Redemption Satellite Zone.

The subspace engine vibrated violently, and the exploding energy rays deflected and hit the center of the Redemption Arena.

yah~
A giant crack nearly one kilometer long was torn in the airspace in the center of the Redemption Arena.

The terrifying aura of chaos and indescribable whispers spread, almost causing the hearts of all living things nearby to stop.

"Sigh~"

Ron took a deep breath, suddenly stood up from the throne and looked at the terrible crack.

He couldn't believe it: "Such a big crack is also a program arranged by us?"

Not long ago, he asked the person in charge of the Redemption Arena to hype it up during the celebration and give the audience something new and exciting.

Isn't this too exciting? !
Iris swallowed and said tremblingly:

"Ah... Lord Asuman, this doesn't seem to be the program we arranged, but an attack by the hungry lady!"

hiss--

Accompanied by the crazy hellish music, numerous Slaanesh howling demons flew out from the cracks, forming a black mass.

On the ground, the ferocious demon vanguard cavalry stepped out, roaring angrily.

Here comes pain and torture!

Such a terrifying aura caused all the audience to fall into silence.

But the next moment, they burst into thunderous cheers.

"As expected of the great Lord Asurman, you are able to create such a magnificent spectacle for a grand performance that only happens once in a thousand years!"

Sana and Hjelm were extremely shocked and cheered heartily.

Like other audience members, they felt that the high ticket prices were justified.

This trip was really worth it, this was probably the most exciting day of their lives!
???

The Slaanesh demon vanguards stood in the center of the arena, and just as they were about to roar, they were drowned out by the cheers.

Facing the revelry of their prey, they were confused for a moment...

(End of this chapter)