Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

When the Supreme Overlord Victor was angry, an outstanding ballet of killing was going on in the arena.

The sharp blade of the arena queen Lyris pierced the enemy's deformed head and executed the Chaos Lord.

As usual, she enjoyed the cheers of the audience, and her body stretched out, and every part of her body was extremely and perfectly proportioned.

However, the face of the succubus queen was gloomy, because she found that the audience in her theater was one-fifth less than before.

Especially the audience in the VIP area, there were even fewer.

"The Redemption Arena has taken away the attention of the Cruel Castle, and the new arena star is rising..."

Lyris thought and felt a sense of crisis.

These days, she has heard more and more rumors about the Redemption Arena and the new succubus star Allah.

There are more extreme performances and tricks there.

Some archons secretly said that the performances of the Cruel Castle have become old-fashioned, and the Redemption Arena may replace it.

The former succubus queen will be ignored.

Lyris severely punished those guys who spoke wildly, but she couldn't think of how to restore the reputation of Cruel Castle.

The succubus queen decided to go to the Redemption Arena.

In addition to watching the performance, she would also challenge. She would never allow anyone to be superior to her.

Especially in the killing skills.

Soon, Lyris's elegant figure disappeared in the shadow of the arena.

She left.

...

In the top box.

"Where is Lyris?"

Victor questioned his maid and bodyguard Nosha: "Why did she refuse my summons and the order of the Supreme Overlord?"

Nosha replied:

"My master, she left and left Cruel Castle through the secret passage. The spies speculated that she should have gone to the Redemption Satellite Area."

This answer made Victor's anger difficult to suppress.

The relic ball he threw smashed the soul machine on the table, and the green smoke formed by the evaporation of the liquid spread and floated above his head.

The departure of the succubus queen will cause more impact.

Now even the pearl of Comoros has gone to the Redemption Satellite Zone and entered the territory of the descendants of Asuman.

This will undoubtedly strengthen the other party's reputation.

Victor knows what the foundation of his rule is - fear and prestige.

His conspiracy and cruel killings made the archons and the residents of Comoros tremble at the name of the Supreme Overlord.

They dared not have any thoughts of resistance.

He killed all the archons who dared to resist and took away their property.

In this way, the Black Heart Conspiracy Group can control the webway routes in various parts of Comoros, collect the soul tithe from other conspiracies through the entrance checkpoints to maintain their rule.

Thus, they have the largest fleet and armed forces among the conspiracies.

But Comoros is still too big, and there are so many forces that they cannot be completely eliminated.

Especially those nobles of the old days.

So he must maintain that fear and prestige, especially when the aftermath of the Great Schism has not yet disappeared.

Because once people are no longer afraid of him.

The hatred and anger suppressed over the years will completely erupt, and he will also face the greatest crisis in history.

Of course, that was just a possibility.

Victor regained his composure and would not let that happen.

Never!

He ordered his favorite concubine, Beda, to come and serve him to relieve his anger.

The concubine lived near the arena.

However, the Supreme Overlord received a more infuriating news: Miss Beda was missing!

According to the interrogation of the Nightmare Warrior, she was very likely to have betrayed the Supreme Overlord.

Miss Beda had an affair with another archon, and there was faint evidence that the archon was a descendant of Asuman.

"Kill them, by any means..."

The green smoke above Victor's head became thicker and thicker, but he became calmer.

He dealt with all the existences who knew about it, and then issued an order to hunt down the descendants of Asuman and Miss Beda.

This matter involves the prestige and dignity of the Supreme Overlord, and only complete death can eliminate it!

Soon, the assassins and warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy searched the entire Comoros at any cost.

All the existences related to the descendants of Asurman and Miss Beda were brutally killed.

Even if they had only seen them or delivered propaganda leaflets.

At the same time.

Victor sent a large number of spies to the Redemption Satellite Area.

After finding the corresponding attack route and entrance, his fleet armed forces will completely occupy that area and plunder all the wealth of that sewer rat!

...

Port Derian, underground secret poison factory.

This poison production base of the Viper Conspiracy has been urgently modified and turned into a large printing field that can print special leaflets.

That is a display technology of the Eldar Empire that can form dynamic text or pictures on special paper.

Ron supervised the progress of propaganda and printing activities, and piles of propaganda materials were transported to various areas through secret web channels.

He must accumulate his reputation through propaganda offensives in order to attract more forces to deal with the Supreme Overlord.

Otherwise, it is likely to be the end of Maris.

Even if he took the initiative to seek cooperation, those arrogant dark Eldar forces would not accept it, let alone dare to accept it.

"Sir Asuman, several of our factories have been attacked again, and the forbidden relics have razed them to the ground."

Maris was a little worried.

This was the first time she took the initiative to launch a counterattack against the Supreme Overlord, but she was hiding from the opponent's attack.

"So we have to quickly stock up on the corresponding propaganda materials."

Ron quickly processed some intelligence information and sent a communication to let the soul poet write more materials.

For propaganda work, the pen is still very important.

After the matter of the Cricket Supreme Overlord was exposed, that guy dared not return to Comoros and completely became his lackey.

Now, in addition to being afraid, the soul poet is desperately writing literary epic works that praise the descendants of Asuman and denounce and discredit Victor every day.

He has no way back, and his only hope is that Victor can fall.

Ron thought of something and turned around to ask: "By the way, have your people received Miss Beda? We need her to cooperate with the propaganda."

Maris nodded: "Our people found her, and they are rushing to Port Derian through the webway."

The complex webway network structure inside Comoros gives the rebels room to maneuver.

Otherwise, the supreme overlord would have wiped out all the opposition forces long ago.

"Work hard. After overthrowing Victor, everyone can enjoy a higher quality soul!"

Ron was quite satisfied with the current situation. He waved his hand and distributed more soul potions to the members of the Viper Conspiracy.

At the same time, he painted more cakes.

"Long live the descendants of Asuman!"

The members of the Viper Conspiracy were excited and worshipped this noble existence more and more.

Since the arrival of the other party, these rebels have ended the situation of three days of hunger and nine meals, and their souls have gradually become richer.

Maris looked at this scene and felt a little uncomfortable.

The warriors under her command seemed to obey the orders of the descendants of Asuman more than her own.

But she didn't say anything.

After all, the descendant of Asuman promised her more.

Two days later.

The Viper Conspiracy safely sent Miss Beda and brought back a bad news.

The armed forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy tracked them and would soon find this secret factory base.

With their current strength, they can't resist at all!

Buzz~

The prismatic mechanical device suddenly floated above the dock.

The next moment, black lightning flashed around the mechanical device, and the space collapsed to form a void.

A singularity black hole appeared.

It sucked all the surrounding matter, whether it was steel buildings, defense arrays or the life in them.

The Derian Port dock and the poison factory underneath were destroyed, leaving only a giant hemispherical pit more than ten kilometers long.

It was like some kind of void monster biting off all the matter in the area.

"Huh~ Fortunately, we retreated quickly..."

Ron looked at the neat wreckage in the distance and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

The technological relics of the Eldar Empire are so terrifying. Like Victor, who throws a small black hole at the slightest disagreement, no one can help!

This is also the reason why he fights guerrilla warfare and propaganda wars.

In a battlefield like Comoros, sending your own army in to fight hard is a pure loss, even if you send a fleet in to bomb, it is not very effective.

This is simply a complex entity the size of a star region. The fleet coming in is just like a small bug.

Putting aside the city orbital defense, a simple bombing is enough to make oneself poor.

Every shot is a lot of money!

It is better to engage in propaganda wars, provoke internal struggles among the Dark Eldar, and let them fight each other.

What's more, I, a descendant of Asurman, came to eliminate tyranny and save the Dark Eldar.

"My lord, I... what should we do in the future?"

Miss Beda hugged Ron's arm and trembled with fear. The terrible attack of the Black Heart Conspiracy scared her.

"First, retreat strategically, and then launch a counterattack after a while when we are fully prepared."

Ron was not panicked at all, everything was as planned.

Now he has not accumulated enough resources, especially in terms of soul energy, which is not enough to support subsequent plans.

Next, Aisha has to work harder.

Although the goddess of life has absorbed more faith and outputs her energy day and night, she is getting thinner and thinner, and her skin is almost bald after taking a bath.

But there is nothing to be done about it.

The dark city of Comoros is linked by employment and contracts, and the price paid is souls.

The Supreme Overlord can always implement cruel rule because he controls the entrance to the webway route and collects a large amount of soul tithe to maintain his own armed forces.

If he wants to overthrow Victor, in addition to improving his reputation and undermining the prestige of the other party, he must have enough souls.

Give those wavering and ulterior motives a price that cannot be refused.

Soon, Ron and his party entered the webway and went to another area.

At the entrance of the webway.

The trackers of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group found this entrance along the traces left by the descendants of Asurman, and then saw a large box at the entrance.

"Be careful, this may be some kind of destructive weapon!"

A tracker warned.

Another tracker reacted quickly, immediately established a shielding position, and then opened the box through mechanical remote scanning.

However, what was inside shocked them even more.

Because the box does not contain any explosive weapons, nor does it pose any danger, but is pure soul potion.

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For any member of the conspiracy group, it is a fortune.

? ? ?

The two trackers were stunned.

That was left by the descendants of Asurman, and it also came with a one-time message, which seemed to want to bribe the people who were chasing him.

But he did not put forward any conditions, let alone let them betray.

Just said that the brothers who were chasing him had worked hard, and left some souls for everyone to take for health care and drink fine wine.

Faced with such wealth, the two trackers distanced themselves and were wary of the other party's sneak attack.

But they soon reached an agreement, divided the wealth in half and kept it secret.

The trackers accepted the soul potion.

But they did not dare to conceal the information, and still reported the escape route of the descendants of Asurman to their superiors.

It was just a few minutes late, after all, that existence gave a little too much.

After that, more and more pursuit teams received recharges from the descendants of Asuman, without any conditions.

Some of them were exposed and punished, some ran away on the spot, and some were not discovered and tacitly kept it a secret.

Anyway, everyone took it, which means no one took it.

Sometimes if the upper level took it, it would be unreasonable for the lower level not to take it, which would affect the internal unity.

Those conspiracy groups themselves do not have too many moral bottom lines, especially the affiliated conspiracy groups.

Everyone is doing things with their souls.

What's more, the black-hearted conspiracy group drives them to pursue in the form of issuing orders.

There is no reward at all.

Now there is a reward and no need to disobey orders, so why not do it?

But their mentality has subtly changed.

On one side is the existence that drives them to do things and punishes them if they fail to complete them, and on the other side is the noble descendants of Asuman who recharge for no reason.

Who is good and who is bad is clear at a glance.

The pursuit teams that were secretly recharged in various places in Comoros couldn't help but slow down a little.

Maybe it was because the sponsor gave too much, or maybe he wanted more.

After all, if the descendants of Asurman were caught, they would have nothing to take in the future. Everyone understood this principle.

They hoped that this pursuit would last as long as possible.

…

Netway.

"Damn it!"

Maris jumped up and dodged the attack of the dark matter ray, and fell to the ground.

She didn't have time to pay attention to the wound on her body, and swung the sharp steel fan violently, shooting several poison needles.

Those poison needles hit the pilot of the Decapitation Flying Vehicle, causing it to lose control and collide with the vehicle next to it. Both rolled and crashed into the wall next to it.

"Are you okay?"

Ron raised his hand to pull the collaborator up, and threw a plasma grenade to blow up the Devastator motorcycle that hit him.

He didn't look back at the explosion at close range, letting the aftermath and debris of the explosion pass by, blowing up his long black hair.

Maris shook her head. She found that this descendant of the nobility was always so elegant and confident.

This was one of the reasons why she trusted him so much.

That existence seemed to be able to deal with any occasion, even such a desperate situation - their team was separated and they were hunted down by the elite armed forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group.

They mistakenly believed in the old map and entered a destroyed webway.

As a result, they delayed their escape and were surrounded.

Ron took Maris through the complex webway, which was so strange and unreal, without any dust or dirt.

There were spider web-like barriers covering infinite space everywhere, as if the entire universe could be seen from the barriers.

They only needed to pass through this webway to reach a safe area.

However, before the two had gone far, a goosebump-inducing roar came.

Three "Taros" flesh and blood pain engines produced by the Haemonculus Association, covered with mechanical arms, scalpels and various dissection tools, caught up.

That was a creation that was enough to destroy the demon engine.

The Haemonculi even claimed that the Chaos Demon Engines were nothing but dolls in front of Talos.

"Lord Asurman, we may be facing the end..."

Maris closed her eyes in despair.

She was good at poisoning and assassination, and did not have much combat power, and that noble being was even more so.

It was difficult to escape the hunting of these killing machines.

"That may not be the case."

Ron did not run away in a panic, because he could not run away anyway.

In order to fit the noble image of the Asurman family, this Dark Eldar clone was not strong, and it was even more difficult to use psychic power.

The combat power was at most stronger than that of ordinary Space Marines.

He pulled Maris who was trying to fight desperately: "Madam, it's not to the point of despair, my alien bodyguard Titus is here..."

As he spoke, the dull sound of combat boots stepping on the ground appeared on the webway, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Roar!

A flesh and blood pain engine pounced, the smell of blood drilled into the nose, and the huge blood-stained claws were about to tear the bodies of the two.

But the next moment, a shadow flashed past the two of them.

The tall figure rushed straight towards the blood and flesh pain engine.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill.

Titus had a resolute look on his face, raised his arm and rushed towards the pain blood and flesh engine without hesitation, followed by the sound of flesh and blood exploding.

The ferocious flesh and blood creation erupted with an electric arc under the violent collision, and disintegrated to a degree visible to the naked eye. Flesh, flesh, juice, and mechanical parts were scattered all over the ground.

That fierce man directly smashed the flesh and blood engine!

Snap——

Titus crushed the head of the alien creation, grabbed the remaining thick chain of thorns, wrapped it around his fist, and shook off the filthy blood foam on it.

He turned his head slightly to glance at the clone of his genetic father and nodded to show respect.

"What an amazing warrior!"

Maris held her breath, not daring to move at all.

She couldn't imagine how powerful this human genetic warrior was, and he actually crashed a Talos!

What's even more frightening is the murderous aura he unintentionally exudes, as if that soldier will kill him in the next second.

Ron looked at Titus with satisfaction. He was indeed one of the bravest warriors under his command.

His complete set of legendary equipment is worth the price of admission.

Boom boom boom——

Titus took out his "Arbiter" composite bolter and fired a stream of alchemical ammunition, knocking back a flesh engine.

Then he quickly switched weapons, lit up the force field of "Glory", and dismembered the other flesh engine and the Dark Eldar alien on it with a quick slash.

When the bloody stumps were scattered, a vicious mechanical scorpion tail penetrated the blood and stabbed at it, the poisonous crystal at the end of the tail flickering with cold light.

Those are spikes that can easily penetrate armor!

Titus turned his head to avoid the fatal blow, grabbed the mechanical scorpion tail, pulled the last flesh and blood engine over, and smashed it to the ground.

Then, he struck hard with his fist wrapped in a thick chain, one after another!

This fierce man smashed the flesh and blood engine to death, and the dirty blood covered his face covered with scars, making it even more ferocious.

After he finished dealing with his enemies, he silently returned to the Gene Father and was ready for him at any time.

"Titus, remember to wear a helmet when fighting in the future."

Ron reminded him kindly, which was a kind of concern, even though he didn't usually wear a helmet himself.

Titus was a little surprised, but nodded heavily.

He never communicated too much with the Gene Father when there was an alien presence, so as not to accidentally expose information.

Maris also breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed they were safe.

But soon, she heard the roar of more mechanical engines, and large-scale armed forces arrived!

Everyone looked up and looked ahead.

It was an organized armed pursuit team.

Several Ripper anti-tank sailing ships, "Kronos" parasitic engines, more Marauder personnel carriers, and Raider motorcycles, all carrying many Cabal warriors and Nightmare warriors.

There are also a group of clawed terrors and aether hounds, and even dark Eldar natural disasters can be vaguely seen flying in the air.

This is enough armament to destroy several full squads of Primaris Space Marines!

"What now?"

Maris didn't even have time to despair and asked subconsciously.

So many pursuers were beyond Ron's expectations.

He swallowed: "Pray for a miracle to happen, or hope that Titus can cut down all the pursuers."

There are about thirty vehicles, hundreds of warriors, and more than a thousand alien beasts? !

I don’t know if there’s more behind it, I can’t see clearly…

"I will deal with all my enemies."

Titus' eyes were firm and there was no hesitation.

He grabbed his helmet, put it on and folded it up, the electronic eyepieces were scarlet red.

Afterwards, the warrior stopped in front of the Gene Father, holding the combat dagger and power sword in both hands, and slowly walked towards the incoming alien army...