Chapter 478 - Savior: I, the real son, the biggest drug dealer in the galaxy

"Hey, Aisha is getting better and better..."

Ron experienced the goddess of life's dedicated and active service, and almost couldn't resist.

Ever since she received the crystal with the power of the Lord of Joy, she has been constantly learning the corresponding skills.

Hope to get more joyful power.

I also come over from time to time to communicate with her and make progress together.

At this moment, Aisha looked like a queen. Her tall yet muscular body was covered in black, close-fitting soft armor, and she was holding a thorn whip.

Similar to the Dark Elf Queen Sylvanas in her previous life in Warcraft, she has a different kind of allure.

Ron glanced from top to bottom and shook his head slightly: "It's not enough. Your temperament and demeanor must be more cold."

"Is that so, my savior?"

Aisha looked down at the person in front of her, revealing a trace of herself, exuding an air of inviolability.

"That's right!"

Ron clapped his hands, very satisfied with the understanding ability of the goddess of life.

He made the other person like this not simply because he wanted to experience cosplay, but to shape his new image and turn him into a two-in-one spirit god.

Today, the Eldar are completely split into different branches. The Ark Eldar advocate restraint and reject pleasure and indulgence, while the Dark Eldar are in the completely opposite direction.

With the original image of the goddess of life, she might not be able to gain the faith of the Dark Eldar, so she would have to disguise herself.

For example, it slightly fits the image of the chaotic side.

This Eldar god can appear in front of the Eldar in two different forms and protect their souls.

The Goddess of Life was imprisoned by the Lord of Joy and the Lord of Plague, and was unable to protect her people.

Now within the protection of the Divine Sun, she was able to slowly exert influence over the Eldar.

Ron looked at Elsa who was like the Queen of Darkness and confirmed this image, which was quite exciting.

It is equivalent to the advanced version of the Dark Eldar Succubus.

"Then... wouldn't this be better?"

Elsa's posture is cold and cool, and she transforms into a lace and black stockings version, making her even more alluring.

Ron looked at the goddess of life and frowned: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

These words made Elsa a little nervous.

She maintained her cold attitude and returned to her previous appearance as the Queen of Darkness.

"Serve me."

Ron sat on the throne made of vines, changed his position slightly, and said so.

Ron struggled for a long time with the supreme god that the Eldar would believe in in the future, until he was exhausted.

That's not because he's not strong enough, but because the power of the Goddess of Life is growing, and it's on the life side. It's much stronger than Little Sun's essential recovery ability.

Of course, after using the dark side power, his combat effectiveness is still not weak, but it is explosive and cannot be maintained for a long time.

Ron felt that he had to absorb more faith and continue to become stronger, otherwise it would be hard to eat this soft rice.

Moreover, such relationships must be kept secret.

Otherwise, the Eldar knew that their gods were so connected to the savior of mankind, and they would not faint from crying.

After Ron took care of Elsa, he walked towards the Well of Life area.

The greenish psychic spring water inside the Well of Life is crystal clear.

This artifact is continuously collecting the energy of the goddess of life, forming some kind of power that can protect the soul.

As a deity of the Spirit Clan, she has special powers of protection for the Spirit Clan.

Not only that, but there is another stream of energy coming from the little sun that intersects with it.

He injected his own energy into it to better influence.

Soon, the special psychic power from the Well of Life will enter the bodies of the Eldar in the form of potions.

It's like the plague energy created by the Plague Lord affects the receptors in a certain way, affecting the matter and soul in reality.

Buzz~

There was a roar.

The large-scale subspace extraction device inside the Well of Life is extracting the energy into the real universe for utilization.

Ron didn't stay in the Garden of Life long. After checking the situation of the Well of Life, he hurriedly returned to the real universe.

He had to check on the research progress of the soul healing potion.

The Goddess of Life did provide relevant techniques, but it is not that easy to create finished products in reality.

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Dream number.

Ground floor, biopharmaceutical laboratory.

Ron took the elevator down for nearly a kilometer and arrived at the deepest secret laboratory.

Over the years, there have been too many messy, invisible and taboo laboratories hidden in his flagship.

It can be said that it brings together the most cutting-edge technology in the galaxy.

This is also a more suitable choice. The ship structure from the golden age can resist more threats.

I travel around the galaxy all year round, and time is calculated in years, so I can rest assured that these precious technologies stay with me.

Inside the biopharmaceutical laboratory.

Many energy pipelines transport special life energy from the subspace. The biological sages are conducting their own research here, and from time to time, the shrill wails of the Eldar aliens can be heard.

It is painful torture that goes deep into the soul.

"Has the soul restoration potion taken effect?"

Ron asked eagerly as he looked at the great sage and laboratory director walking over.

I don't have that much time to wait.

No one knows when the great division of Comoros will end. Once the turmoil subsides, he may lose this opportunity forever.

"Lord Savior..."

While processing the data, the great sage respectfully reported: "The first batch of medicine has been produced and will soon enter the stage of human experiment."

"So fast?"

The progress of the medicine research was somewhat beyond Ron's expectations.

He was quite satisfied: "Then arrange it, I will personally observe the process of the experiment."

Soon, everyone came to the laboratory where the Dark Eldar aliens were imprisoned.

It was a Dark Eldar assassin who was captured when the Savior was assassinated in Holy Terra, and he just happened to be the target of the experiment.

At this moment, the Dark Eldar was wailing miserably.

He was in decay all over his body, his face was old, his skin was withered, and even his teeth fell out.

Not only was the body in decay and pain, but even the soul was suffering.

The pain was chilling.

"Tsk, this is the fate of the Dark Eldar..."

Ron looked at this scene and sighed.

Compared to humans, the Dark Eldar were extremely unlucky.

The pain of the Dark Eldar assassin was not caused by the laboratory, but by a congenital defect, and he had to endure the decay of his body and soul.

The older he got, the more serious this phenomenon became.

He did not have the protection of soul stones and soul circuits like the Ark Eldar, and was constantly devoured and tortured by the evil energy of the Lord of Pleasure.

Even after death, it would not end.

The Lord of Pleasure would enslave their souls forever and ravage them to their heart's content.

In other words, they could neither live nor die.

But there must be something hateful about pitiful people, and these guys do not deserve any mercy.

The Dark Eldar are one of the most immoral beings in the galaxy.

In order to resist the corruption and torture of the Lord of Pleasure, they explored a completely different path.

That is, to fill their own empty souls with the painful torture of other lives' souls.

In other words, the Lord of Pleasure absorbs the souls of the Dark Eldar, while the Dark Eldar torture and absorb the souls of other lives to fill them.

Thus extending their own lives, they never get tired of it.

Their senior members can even achieve theoretical immortality by sucking souls.

For example, the supreme overlord of Comoros, Victor, has lived for tens of thousands of years by using various technologies and sucking souls.

The members of the Dark Eldar are obsessed with a decadent and extravagant lifestyle.

The cultural traditions include flesh carving, mass carnival, drug abuse, etc., and they do everything possible.

But Ron feels that humans are not qualified to despise the Dark Eldar.

From the perspective of the entire galaxy, in the eyes of other aliens, the Dark Eldar are the evil race second only to humans.

As for the Tyranids and the greenskins, they are more like some uncivilized beasts.

Although the Dark Eldars will plunder other races, at least they will not torture the souls of their own people, and will not take the initiative to destroy the civilization of other aliens.

In other words, the Dark Eldars are just robbing, while humans are going for extinction with artillery fire.

Especially those extremists, who smell the smell of aliens and go over to bomb the orbit of other people's planets, leaving no armor behind.

When they are ruthless, they even exterminate their own people.

In addition, humans have developed many uses for their own souls.

The most typical ones are psykers, cherubim, servitors, whippers, etc.

These beings are often put into various machines and endure endless pain in the name of faith.

The moral model of the galaxy, the Tau, once strongly condemned this behavior, claiming that humans are the most cruel and evil race in the galaxy, without a doubt.

After visiting the Golden Throne, a certain Haemonculus master praised it as the most magnificent and amazing mental torture machine in history.

I am ashamed of myself.

If someone looks at the problem from a perspective beyond the tragic human perspective, they will suddenly find that the bad guy is actually me?

But Ron will not condemn it, it's all for survival.

Humans had no choice before.

Now that I have the opportunity, I hope that humans can become more and more civilized, and they don't have to be too extreme about aliens. Those who should be killed should be killed, and those who should be used should be used.

"Great Sage, speed up the experiment."

Ron urged.

He could see that the dark Eldar assassin was about to die physically due to not absorbing souls for a long time.

His own laboratory did not have the physical resurrection technology like the Haemonculus.

At that time, I have to go to the Alien Tribunal to find a group of suitable experimental subjects.

Amid the tense mood of the crowd, the mechanical arm injected a tube of micro-green potion into the dying Dark Eldar assassin.

Waiting for the potion to take effect.

After a few seconds, the wailing of the Dark Eldar assassin stopped abruptly.

"Savior, we succeeded!"

The Great Sage's electronic voice was a little excited, and he quickly called up a number of data: "The decline of the body and soul of the experimental subject has temporarily stopped, and the pain has also been alleviated.

Our soul healing potion has proven to be effective!"

"Then put it into production."

Ron gave the order without hesitation.

Anyway, these potions are used on the Dark Eldar aliens, as long as they are effective.

With their physical fitness and ability to torture and transform themselves, it doesn't matter even if there are some side effects.

In the future, data can be collected and optimized through a large number of samples.

But after seeing the confused expression of the Dark Eldar assassin, he suddenly stopped the order.

Ron frowned and looked at the Great Sage:

"Wait a minute, it can't be put into production yet. We need to adjust the ingredients of the potion again."

The great sage was a little puzzled: "Sir, the savior, the current ingredients are already the most effective.

This is the blessing of the mechanical goddess. In the past, we had to conduct dozens of experiments to obtain such suitable data. "

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"But such a mild potion is not in line with the Dark Eldar's preference."

Ron has a strong product mindset and thought about the issues related to potion promotion, trying to create a product that the Dark Eldar couldn't stop.

He thought: "Can you add more irritating or even irresistible ingredients without changing the efficacy of the medicine, such as dozens of times the stimulant, or something that makes people feel painful?"

"My Goddess of Machinery, this is such a wonderful idea."

The great sage suddenly understood, and several robot hands clicked wildly on the input device of the data pad.

He quickly called up large-scale data calculations and even took the time to post a question on the machinery forum.

It didn't take long.

The great sage gave a conclusion: "Lord Savior, we can meet your requirements and add more ingredients to the soul restoration potion that satisfy the Dark Eldar aliens.

Perhaps some of our taboo pharmaceutical techniques in the past can also be used. "

The Great Sage summarized the savior's requirements and formed the final plan. The color of the potion will turn into dark red.

In addition to low-end mild potions, high-end potions will contain many other irritating ingredients.

Such as extreme hallucinations, depression, pain, excitement, etc.

It can also be divided into different product lines and series, such as poisonous kiss, blissful dream, and painful hell, making it a popular product in the traditional culture of the Dark Eldar.

Of course, the main ingredient is to heal the body and soul, and it is very safe.

Those mild versions of the potions can be supplied in large quantities to ordinary Dark Eldar, while the high-end versions are used to harvest the wealthy classes and high-ranking people.

Nothing is more precious than your own life.

Ron believed it.

Such a gadget that can save the souls of the Dark Eldar and create extreme experiences will definitely be very popular in the dark city of Comoros.

Once his soul healing potion continuously enters Commorragh, a large number of Dark Eldar users will be generated.

It will inevitably have an unstoppable influence.

Those Dark Eldar are accustomed to the healing effect of potions, and the previous methods of torturing and absorbing souls to heal themselves will become boring.

He will definitely cry and beg to get his potion.

The redemption conspiracy that you created yourself and mastered the only method of potion production can also flourish.

This is the true competitiveness of the Redemption Cabal.

"Those crappy soul-absorbing methods are laborious and troublesome, but they're not exciting enough. What's the point?"

Ron looked at the Dark Eldar assassin and showed an inexplicable smile: "Let the great savior come to save you and let you know what real pleasure is."

As the true son of the Dark Eldar nobles, he will create a powerful conspiracy and rule.

In short, good days are coming for the dark city of Comorra.

The residents there don't have to worry about their souls dying due to erosion, and they can also use soul healing potions to squeeze out wealth.

Shape their new living habits.

Instead of plundering slaves everywhere like before, struggling for a long time just to get that rotten soul to keep myself alive.

He would like to see it.

At that time, will those dark spirits choose themselves and the goddess of life behind them, or the supreme overlord Victor.

in the following time.

The Dark Eldar assassin experimental subject tried all series of soul healing potions and was completely immersed in soul healing and extreme experiences.

In the deep illusion created by the potion, he saw the spirit god, Elsa, the goddess of life in the form of the Dark Queen.

Under the influence of the special life energy contained in the potion, he became a devout believer in it.

This result made Ron even more excited:

"Our redemption conspiracy can try to enter Comoros!"

The only thing he lacks now is a shell of a conspiracy, so he may have to plan something.

——

Taiping Star Territory, remote airspace.

A transport ship was hit by a Scythe interference missile and its engines stalled, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Whoosh——

The Thorn-class frigate of the Dark Eldar roared in, and the missile just launched was from this warship.

This plunder ship is loaded with slaves and loot and is about to return to its satellite territory.

Unexpectedly, he happened to encounter a human transport ship, so he greedily followed it, hoping to grab more slaves as soul supplies.

And more wealth.

However, this plundering ship was quite cautious. After launching missiles to restrict the transport ship, it slowed down its flight speed.

He seemed to be checking the surroundings for danger.

In the cabin hall.

There was a crisp sound accompanied by a slight collision between the chain and the cage.

"You devils, the Greater Good and the Savior will not allow such evil, you'd better let us and the other captives go!"

In the cage, a shackled Tau man was angry and heartbroken.

These damn Eldar pirates captured themselves and their clansmen, and there were many humans and green-skinned aliens imprisoned with them.

"Shut that guy up."

Randall, the Archon of the Thorn Cabal, frowned slightly, and the next moment the Tau people's heads turned into paste.

There was a smell of scorched earth and alkali salt, which was the smell of the blood of the Tau.

He loved it.

Randall sat down at the table in the hall, enjoying a cocktail of Tau blood and unknown brains.

The surroundings were still very noisy, some kind of moaning that was neither dead nor alive.

But these sounds did not come from the prisoners, but from the dining table in front of the consul and the chair under his buttocks.

It was a precious Xueling artifact, made of bones and leather pieced together from more than a dozen human skins.

Those poor guys were still alive, with wide, bloodshot eyes and moans coming out of their dry mouths.

Randall usually likes to sit here and eat.

Although this set of furniture is a little noisy, just sitting there, the painful and tormented souls in it can make you feel healed.

That kind of energy can slow down aging and pain.

"You should drink some too."

Randall playfully poured some cocktail into the mouth of the miserable face on the table.

This choked the unfortunate guy and made him moan even louder.

Suddenly, he felt the sound of footsteps so slight that he couldn't detect it, and he immediately became alert.

That's a subconscious habit.

As the Archon of the Cabal, Randall has the most servants, the most dangerous and vicious spouse, and the most wealth.

If you were richer, you could still afford a reliable Xuelingren doctor.

But it all comes at a price, and the Archons face the most daily dangers.

For example, subordinates mixed poison into their food, used blades to test the hardness of their necks, or other accidents arranged by the Archons of the Cabal.

One day when the conspiracy becomes famous, they may even be invited to have a cup of missing tea by the supreme overlord Victor himself.

But he doesn't have that ability yet.

After Randall cut off the head of the previous Archon and became the new Archon, his only hope was to grow his conspiracy.

It would be best to hire a Haemonculus master as your personal doctor.

In this way, even if you are shattered to pieces, you don't have to worry about dying.

"My dear, you are always so quiet."

Randall suddenly hugged Lemien, the enchantress, who walked gently over, and pulled her into his arms.

That's his mistress.

These Comorian socialites and hot women from the Lilitu Sisterhood would always become the consul's bedfellows, responsible for sleeping with them, testing drugs, and making suggestions, among other things.

"How was the final profit?"

Randall skillfully moved around the witch's body while avoiding the poisonous blades hidden in certain parts.

"We haven't finished counting yet, my Lord Archon."

The witch pressed Randall's ear and breathed out softly: "Currently we have harvested 50,000 slaves, two keels of refined fuel, and more than twenty bundles of hallucinogenic silk stems.

You know, that's the most valuable thing.

Any port would love to have such a joyful thing. "

The demon girl’s ears turned red with excitement: “There is also good news, we captured a smuggling transport ship, the kind that was not escorted by any imperial frigates.

I'm afraid our harvest this time will exceed your imagination! "

In her excitement, she grabbed the human face on the leather table and dug her sharp nails into its eyeballs, causing it to scream more.

Blood spilled.

Randall didn't mind that his pampering ruined the beauty of his furniture.

If this robbery goes well, he will have enough wealth to buy a more precious home, such as luxurious bedroom furniture made by the Haemonculi and made of thousands of human skins.

Includes a large bed and carpet.

Being able to heal your soul in your sleep without having to dream about those horrific nightmares of pleasure.

"We must remain vigilant."

Randall didn't let his luck get to his head.

He looked at the Banshee: "Let the pilot check the surrounding airspace again, and then organize a plundering team to enter from the side of the transport ship and seize control of the ship."

Shortly after, Randall confirmed the airspace was clear.

The Cabal of Thorns strikes.

He personally led the Cabal Warriors, Snakemen, Clawed Terrors and other warriors onto the Devastator space assault sailing ship and rushed towards the lamb-like transport ship...