Chapter 482 - Salamander Sarkhan: Hiss, there is something wrong with this Eldar alien territory!
Redemption Satellite Area, Shadow Death Arena.
Ron's aircraft landed in the VIP area of the arena, and then took Titus and Crane to the box hanging on the curved wall of the arena.
That was the best seat.
Now, he was the most distinguished customer of this arena.
If the fortress spire of the conspiracy group was the political power center of the dark eldar society, then the arena of the witch cult was the beating, bloody heart of the residential area.
The wealthy class of the dark eldar often lost their sensitive senses due to long-term indulgence, and only more exciting duels and bloody performances.
Can attract their attention.
So they are willing to spend a lot of resources to buy a good seat in the arena to enjoy the endless killing and fighting.
They can also absorb some tortured souls while watching the duel.
In the box.
Ron looked at the killing performance not far away.
There were many spike traps at the bottom of the deep pit of the arena, and dozens of gladiators were shouting and fighting.
They slashed each other with razors, cut open their opponents' bellies with snake knives, and used knife nets to turn their opponents into large pieces of flesh and blood.
With the keen senses of the Dark Eldar clone, he could smell the strong smell of desire mixed with sweat and blood.
Taste the fear and adrenaline of the gladiators.
Even appreciate the details of the tendons and bones on each broken limb.
But not everyone has such keen senses. Most of the audience watched the duel with the help of a telescope.
Then absorb the pitiful tortured souls.
"What a terrible and featureless performance..."
The Haemonculus threw down the exquisite telescope and felt bored.
He had seen countless similar performances in thousands of arenas in the main city of Comoros and various satellite areas.
"Kronnie, you are right."
Ron rubbed his eyebrows and stopped watching.
He picked up the bloody red wine and greeted the tall and beautiful arena manager, the succubus Allah beside him.
The manager came specifically to accompany his distinguished audience.
But his words were not polite at all: "Excuse me, this is a bad show.
It can be seen that the gladiators tried hard to attract attention, but what they can do is still outdated and clumsy tricks."
The chest of the succubus Allah rose and fell violently.
The words of the descendant of Asurman were like sharp stings, piercing deep into her heart and negating all the efforts of her and her sisters.
She tried to refute something, but she was powerless.
Because the facts are in front of her.
No matter how exciting the killing is, it will be boring if you watch it too much.
The competition between the arenas is fierce. They must show more big scenes and tricks and cultivate famous succubi.
In order to attract the audience.
Obviously, the Shadow Arena failed in this competition. The audience seats were less than one-tenth of the people, and the VIP seats were empty.
Only when a certain gladiator was dismembered could the audience's pitiful enthusiasm be aroused.
If this situation does not improve, the Shadow Arena will be completely abandoned by the audience like other dilapidated arenas.
Allah and the others will also lose their status as succubi and will not be qualified to dedicate their killing skills to the people of Comoros.
They will eventually become bodyguards or mistresses of certain people.
"Your Excellency Archon, we are not useless." Allah hopes to restore her dignity in front of this ancient noble.
She tore off her dress, revealing a cheetah-like agile and charming body, with a delicate waistline on her lower abdomen.
Ron admired the body of the succubus.
This succubus is like a combination of a yoga instructor and a female fitness coach.
Her equipment is also very simple, with a dark Eldar-style barbed headband, a close-fitting black sports bra, long boots and thongs.
The only weapon is a pair of daggers.
Of course, she may also have hidden more weapons. It is said that succubi can hide weapons in any hidden parts.
If I have time in the future, I would like to explore it in depth.
After looking at it, Ron drank the bloody red wine in the glass.
Maybe it's because of the clone, this special drink of the dark Eldar is quite delicious.
"Miss Anla, I look forward to your performance."
He said politely.
But such an attitude implies a hint of superiority and disdain, and does not recognize this succubus at all.
Ron came to the arena this time for the CPU succubus. If he doesn't suppress them severely, how can he subdue them at a low price?
Succubus Anla felt this emotion.
She felt more and more aggrieved in her heart, and just wanted to vent her suppressed emotions with a killing: "You will see my skills..."
Anla walked to the edge of the terrace, then turned and fell backwards.
Without any protective measures, this succubus dived into a pit nearly 100 meters deep and full of traps.
Any mistake could turn her into a pile of rotten meat.
However, this succubus perfectly avoided all fatal dangers and landed on the ground like a black cat.
At this time, the other two succubi in the arena also landed and walked to her side, pulling out their sharp blades.
The cell at the bottom of the arena opened, releasing all the alien warriors and two huge ant bulls.
Angry roars filled the deep pit.
"Allah, Allah, Allah!"
The Dark Eldar audience realized something and cheered.
Cheer for the brightest star in the arena.
Allah led the two sisters to attack all enemies, shuttled through various traps, and danced on spikes and blades.
Their flexible blades were like the fangs of venomous snakes, and each attack would pierce the most fatal part of the prey, taking away life and soul.
Especially Allah.
Her attacks were swift and cruel, spraying blood mist wherever she passed, followed by broken spines, arms, long legs and heads scattered all over the ground.
Many opponents died before their broken limbs began to bleed.
Soon, Allah and her sisters hunted the ant bulls, beasts that were more than three meters tall and could destroy tanks.
They coordinated so perfectly, like a rhythmic ballet, constantly leaving wounds on the beasts.
In the end, Allah took action and put an end to the ant bull, completing this killing ballet.
The cheers of the audience were endless.
The succubus Allah stood on the body of the ant bull, enjoying the praise given by the audience.
Perhaps it was because of resentment.
She and her sisters cooperated well, without any mistakes, and presented the most perfect performance ever.
She finally had a smile on her face, and gracefully bowed to the audience and left.
"Tsk, there is still something..."
Ron looked at the succubi below and raised his eyebrows slightly.
These succubi are indeed the existences of the Dark Eldar who are proficient in killing skills. They can probably kill a team of Space Marines together.
Allah and her sisters returned to the box with the help of the lifting ropes of the arena.
She raised her head slightly and walked to Ron in a cat-like manner. There was a hint of brightness on her blood-stained face: "Mr. Archon, how is our performance?"
"Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?"
Ron sat on the luxurious throne in the box and asked back.
Allah's breath stagnated slightly: "I need the most truthful answer."
Ron stood up from the throne, walked closer and looked down at the succubus, with a clear view: "Miss Succubus, anything imperfect is a waste.
In my opinion, you are not perfect enough, far from it.
Your pride now is a bit ridiculous..."
He pointed to the audience seats on the terrace: "Look, what kind of audience are cheering for you?
Those are guys who bought cheap tickets to come in. Anyone can please them by just donating some blood and dancing.
Have you seen any nobles and high-level warriors come to appreciate your skills?"
When Succubus Allah heard these words, the self-confidence that she had built up with great difficulty collapsed again, and she became more depressed.
Ron took another step closer, full of oppression: "Tell me, do you want to perform poorly in such a shabby arena for the rest of your life?
Or move to a higher stage, so that the whole Comoros is eager to appreciate your skills and be obsessed with you.
Just like the succubus queen-Lalith!"
The words of the descendants of the Asuman family touched Allah's heartstrings.
The succubus queen is the most dazzling existence in Comoros. Everyone wants to witness her killing skills, even the Supreme Overlord.
The archons of the conspiracy group even fought against each other in order to win the opportunity to cooperate with her.
But can I become such a succubus?
Ron did not give Anla a chance to think and continued to exert pressure: "According to the operation of the arena, you can't hold on for long.
Soon, you can't even afford the prey provided by the looting team, and this arena will lose all the audience.
You will also become worthless and useless.
You have no power to choose, and the only chance is me.
A noble investor, a descendant of the Asuman family.
I will let you change your appearance and step onto a more perfect stage. The audience of Comoros will rush to enter the arena to watch your performance
Even the most picky nobles.
Even Lalith will be jealous of your popularity."
He stared at the succubus in front of him: "Give me an answer now, do you accept the new path and surrender to me?"
Anla's chest rose and fell slightly.
She suddenly realized that once she gave a negative answer, the only noble audience in the arena would leave without hesitation.
Never come again.
This archon came from the Asurman family with a deep foundation and had amazing wealth. He might be the last hope for her and her sisters.
No matter what, she would not allow this arena to fall into a state of ruin and closure.
Succubus Allah slowly closed her eyes and gave an answer: "I am willing to obey you, Archon."
Ron showed a satisfied smile, raised his hand and stroked the other's face: "Miss Allah, you made the most correct choice in your life."
Allah subconsciously wanted to resist, because she was a dancer who was proficient in killing skills, not a plaything.
But she tried to endure it.
Fortunately, the descendant of Asurman did not take any further action.
"Okay, my succubus ladies, I will be responsible for everything from now on, including this arena.
This... is my sincerity. You will get this kind of compensation every month in the future.
And it will be more and more."
After Ron finished speaking, Titus placed an exquisite mechanical box in the center of the table.
When the mechanical box bloomed like a petal, twelve level 7 "Poison Kiss" soul potions could be seen on the "petals".
In an instant, the pure soul fragrance filled the entire box.
In Comoros, such a pure soul is the hardest currency, bar none.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"Executive... Lord Archon, is this for us?"
Succubus Allah and her sisters looked at those soul potions, their eyes glowing, and they were a little unbelievable for a moment.
Due to the gradual decline of the arena, they have forgotten how long it has been since they tasted high-quality souls.
Moreover, the soul potion given by this descendant of Asuman was pure as they had never seen before.
Not to mention the succubi, even the Haemonculus Cronnin was a little sour.
Maybe, I have to find a way to get more from Asuman's descendants?
Thinking of this, he looked at Ron with an even more flattering expression.
Allah tried to move his eyes away from the soul potion and looked at the descendants of Asuman: "Then... what should we do next?"
Since I obeyed this master, I had to listen to him.
What's more, she also hopes to improve the situation in the arena quickly and attract more spectators.
"It's very simple..."
Ron looked down at the deep pit below the arena: "The first thing you have to do is to blow up this place and destroy it at the cost."
"What do you mean?"
Allah was a little anxious: "This is our sisters' only property!"
"Don't worry, I just think this stage is too small and shabby."
Ron comforted the succubi: "After demolishing this arena and the surrounding buildings, I will build a larger arena here.
Just like the Cruel Fortress in the main city of Comoros, the arena known as the most magnificent in the galaxy is the size of a city.
Perhaps, the new arena will be more charming than Cruelty Castle, and even the Succubus Queen wants to challenge here. "
When Allah heard this, he and the other succubi looked at each other.
But they seemed to have no better choice but to obey.
“In short, our people will arrange everything, you just need to train according to the plan.
Then take the stage at the right time and show yourself to Comoros. "
Ron is only responsible for taking down the succubi and the arena, and more professional personnel will handle related matters in the future.
Now he has the ability to arrange his own manpower in the satellite area.
After this matter was settled, he didn't have much desire to stay, so he prepared to return.
As soon as Ron walked out of the box, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and turned back.
He walked up to a succubus: "My succubus lady, your superb skills have deeply attracted me. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of high-end soul perfume as a gift.
The succubus was pleasantly surprised, nodded and agreed to the invitation and accepted the extremely precious soul gift.
The invitation from the ancient nobles is quite exciting.
Afterwards, Succubus Allah watched helplessly as her sisters left with the descendants of Asuman.
There was an inexplicable feeling of sourness in her heart, and there was even a hint of frustration.
Aren't my skills more exquisite than that sister's, and my body more deadly and charming?
As everyone knows, it's just Ron's PUA.
He knew that Allah was somewhat resistant and would not give in easily, so he started with the sisters next to her to arouse her desire to compete.
It will be much easier then.
The most important thing is that the succubus I chose has bigger breasts.
Wait until late at night.
Ron finally realized that these succubi were constantly moving, had extremely soft bodies, and could make any movement.
How exciting it is.
…
Redemption satellite area, port area.
The ships of the Black Mechanicus came one after another, bringing more engineering equipment and construction materials.
At the same time, the plundering ships of the Redemption Cabal are also continuously transporting back resources.
More men were recruited.
Elise and others were increasingly amazed by the wealth and heritage of Asuman's descendants, and even more shocked that he could command members of the Black Mechanicus to do things for them.
Those guys always have their eyes above their heads.
Archons often have to spend huge amounts of wealth, resources and even ancient technological relics to invite them to build weapons factories.
There is nothing that can be done about it. The Dark Eldar use only weapons in stock.
Few members are willing to learn these mechanical skills.
They are more interested in the art of killing and flesh and blood.
Soon, the vigorous renovation of the Redemption Satellite Area began.
Ron issued many prohibitions in the name of the consul, one of which was the prohibition of breaking or destroying labor.
Especially slaves like humans who are responsible for construction work.
Violators will be severely punished.
Of course, it is still possible to torture other aliens, but if they are banned all at once, they may usher in resistance.
What's more, he also provided a large number of low-end soul potions.
Although those things are harmful and painful, at least they have a much better soul-healing effect than torturing slaves.
You can also purchase more advanced soul potions if necessary.
A large soul potion factory is also under construction, built near the Archon's Fortress.
The special energy of the Goddess of Life continuously enters the redemption satellite area through the subspace extraction device, and is then converted into different series of potions.
The remainder is stored as one of the building materials for the Soul Paradise.
In addition, the Shadow Arena has also been demolished, redesigned and rebuilt, and many residential buildings have been built around it.
When the arena becomes popular, we can sell the residence at a high price.
The target is the nobles and high-level warriors.
In this way, the Redemption Satellite Zone will be safer. No one wants their precious property to be plundered and destroyed.
Of course, this is just one of the measures.
The defense array and fortress of the Redemption Satellite Zone are also being designed.
Those areas where super-heavy cannons and forbidden weapons are installed are like a copper wall, which can block and destroy any conspiracy group that dares to invade.
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Three years later.
Late at night.
Redemption Satellite Zone, Ruins Zone.
A shadow emerged from the rubble and went to the construction area with the help of concealment.
In the dark night, a pair of slightly red pupils can be seen.
"Emperor, I hope my fighting brothers are still alive."
Salamander Warrior Sarkhan prayed silently in his heart.
A few years ago, their company followed the order of Vulcan Hestan, the father of the forge, to go to the Savage Planet to find the whereabouts of one of the nine artifacts - the Song of Entropy.
Hope to find all the artifacts as soon as possible and welcome back their genetic father Vulkan.
However, in the process of searching for artifacts, Sarkhan and others accidentally broke into an ancient webway entrance and entered the territory of the Dark Eldar aliens.
They were attacked and scattered everywhere, and some battle brothers were captured.
Sarkhan sneaked into this satellite area to find an opportunity to rescue his battle brothers from the Dark Eldar aliens.
And those tortured human slaves.
The Salamanders may be the richest, most harmonious and most loyal warband in the empire.
They mastered advanced forging skills and had the most artifacts and relics.
When there is no combat mission, they will choose to return to the dangerous home planet and live with their mortal compatriots.
It can be said that they love the people like their own children.
Sarkhan used special holy relics to cover up his figure and breath, achieving a similar effect of invisibility.
It is extremely dangerous to sneak into the alien territory like this.
But the Salamanders never lie.
Sarkhan promised to bring back all his battle brothers, and he will definitely do it.
Even if it costs his life.
The Salamander warrior hid his tracks and followed the tracking signal, moving step by step towards the area where his brother was imprisoned.
Soon after, he arrived at the construction area under construction.
Sarkhan hid in the bunker and observed the busy construction site, where human slaves and many aliens were working hard.
Even in the middle of the night, they did not stop.
But there was no expression of suffering on their faces, but smiles.
Some human slaves even talked and laughed with the Dark Eldar supervisors?
Hmm? ? ?
Sarkhan looked at this scene and was completely confused.
Such a scene seemed different from what he imagined. There was something wrong with this Dark Eldar alien territory.
Just when he was stunned.
"There is an abnormal breath over there!"
The three nightmare warriors in charge of patrolling noticed something and surrounded Sarkhan's hiding area.
