Chapter 486 - Ms. Beda, you don&Chapter x27;t want the Supreme Overlord to know this.
Mallak stared at the tall archon and sentenced him to death in his heart.
Suddenly, the tall archon noticed something and turned around with a gentle smile. It seemed like he was saying hello.
Mallak also nodded and smiled.
A high-ranking person like him should always maintain the dignity he should have, even if he is thinking about killing people.
Not exposing one's intentions and emotions is a basic quality.
In short, that guy is dead.
"It seems that the old man is also a man of temperament..."
Ron turned his head and sighed, not knowing that the other party was thinking about how to kill him.
It's not that he was not vigilant, but that he assumed that everyone might be unfavorable to him.
Over the years, from the Chaos Gods, the Demigod Demons, the Alien Leaders to the Human Opposition, there are countless people who want to kill the Primarch of Hope.
It's no surprise.
So he always stays vigilant to avoid capsizing in the gutter.
But Ron also found that as the energy of the dark side gradually increased, it became increasingly difficult for him to suppress some impulses.
He became more adventurous, and some of his behaviors became radical.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why there are so many crazy people in the galaxy?
Fortunately, he could still control all of this a little bit, and it didn't cause too much impact.
The main body was also in a relatively safe place.
After the duel with the succubus ended, Ron also chose his target.
He stood up and walked towards the target's box.
"I'm Marlak, you should have heard of my name."
The old archon came over and stopped Ron faintly: "Listen to my advice, that's not a woman you are qualified to touch."
This ruthless character didn't want to be followed by annoying flies when he went to see Miss Beda, and it was not convenient to slap the other party to death on the territory of the arena queen.
"Marlak?"
Ron vaguely remembered that he had seen this name in the information about Comoros City. It should be the name of the archon of a large conspiracy group.
Such an existence is not within the scope of his opponents at all.
But this is Comoros, and he doesn't want to cause disputes at this time, which will cause trouble.
"Thank you for your advice."
Ron shrugged and glanced over there: "I also remind you that you have many opponents. I suggest you hurry up."
He gave way a little and did not squeeze into the corridor at this time.
After all, he still had many targets, and he had to hurry up to deal with other ladies and girls.
This dark city is more open than the empire, but it is also more dangerous.
At this moment, there are already many people in the corridor of the box of the mysterious Miss Beda.
Not only her servants, but also several archons of different conspiracy groups, waiting to see her beauty or express their admiration.
It is said that Miss Beda came to Comoros alone, and she still has a lot of property and resources.
Such a beautiful and wealthy lady will naturally attract the covetousness of the archons, who want to get both people and money.
"You are a sensible guy."
Malak smiled at the tall archon's back as he left, and felt that he would have to reward this bumpkin with a decent death in the future.
He looked at the corridor and saw warriors decorated with different colors and the figures of several archons.
Marlak knew those archons.
They all boasted of being powerful, and each of them was a rising star who controlled a conspiracy group through exploitation, conspiracy and brutal assassination.
What was important was that they were young and handsome, and more threatening.
"Maybe, I should take action."
Marlak's smile became ferocious.
He did not squeeze into the corridor like other archons, which was not decent.
The archon glanced at the box and the crowd, walked in the opposite direction, boarded his modified raider spacecraft and left.
A few days later.
Marlak was finally fully prepared and felt that he could go to see Miss Beda.
He did not bring his alien bodyguards and conspiracy warriors, only a tall butler followed him.
The butler kept a proper distance and carried a large box.
The archon thought that bringing his army to see Miss Beda seemed weak and impolite.
It was not the act of a strong man or a gentleman.
When Marlak arrived, he had made careful preparations.
His old body was transformed by the Haemonculus Master. His loose skin was tightened by flesh nails, and his hair was replaced with black and energetic short hair.
It was freshly peeled from a warrior's head.
Various drugs and hormones were mixed and injected into his body, which revitalized his muscles. The latest soul potion bought on the black market made his soul full of vitality.
Even his pupils flashed a healthy blue.
Marlak followed the deformed servant to Miss Beda's living room.
He strode with his head held high. His close-fitting combat armor, purple cloak and the latest shoulder pads made the archon look more heroic.
Just like when he was young.
"That poor Miss Beda will be conquered by me without any resistance."
Marlak thought so.
He walked into the luxurious living room, which was filled with luxurious furniture. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows could see the spire of Comoros.
Miss Beda looked out at the scenery outside, still looking cold and lustful.
Like an expensive winged creature in a cage longing to be stroked.
She turned her back to the consul haughtily, and her voice was low and soft: "Your Excellency Malak, what do you want from me?"
"Every time I see this city, I can't help but be intoxicated. I'm afraid there is no such a wonderful place in the Milky Way."
Malak walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and muttered to himself.
Miss Beda turned around, walked to the leather sofa and sat down, showing off her elegant figure wantonly.
Her black pupils stared at the Archon, as if waiting for him to express his true purpose.
"I'll tell you the truth, Miss Beda."
Malak smiled even wider, revealing his teeth made of ivory and gemstones: "I have intentions for you, and I hope you can become mine."
After hearing these words, the lady did not become obsessed or fall to her knees like other women.
She shook her head slightly: "This is not a good idea."
Malak approached, full of oppression:
“That’s a good idea, really.
I have inexhaustible wealth, a powerful army, hired witches, succubi and natural disasters, and at my command are war machines capable of destroying planets and fleets capable of crossing the stars.
People know my name, fear my presence, and my deeds..."
"Everyone in Comoros knows that it is a legend of the galaxy?" Miss Beda added: "I have heard these words too many times, and they are nothing new."
Malak was stunned: "What?"
"That's what my suitors say. They are all more handsome and obedient than you."
Miss Beda drank the soul wine, and a trace of liquid flowed along the corner of her mouth to her white neck, making it even more tempting.
She seemed to be talking to herself, or asking: "What makes you better than them?"
"Suitor?"
Malak was not hit by the other party's words, and said softly: "From now on, you have no suitors, not one.
Except me. "
As he spoke, the consul took the big box from the steward and opened it, revealing frightened faces inside.
These were all ripped from the heads of Miss Beda's suitors.
"Now that they are all dead, all their weapons and wealth belong to me."
Malak stared at Miss Beda with hungry eyes: "You are mine too, and you have no right to refuse."
This is the delicious power. With just one order, he can even kill the life on the entire planet. There are legends about bloody butchers circulating in the galaxy.
Especially those human monkeys are even more afraid of their own appearance.
He hoped to see this lovely woman's frightened and frightened expression, and maybe the next moment she would tremble and beg for his mercy.
However, Miss Beda did not have much fear, and her voice was still lazy: "You are indeed amazing, and you are hardworking enough. I think you won this competition."
She stood up, as if she had some expectation: "Now, I am yours. If you are confident enough... you can do whatever you want to me."
The lady's black evening gown skimmed across her chest, releasing more of her beauty as the restraints were untied.
However, things did not develop as the Archon expected.
"No...what did I do!"
Malak looked at everything in front of him and suddenly became frightened, trembling and weak, and the box fell to the ground.
The remains of the archon bodies were scattered.
Because he saw a pendant on Miss Beda's white chest, which was a shadow force field generator.
What's more, there is a terrible symbol on it, which belongs to a supreme figure - Asdubar Victor!
"Miss Beda is the mistress of the Supreme Overlord?!"
Malak looked terrified, losing all dignity and grace.
The information he investigated was wrong, which caused a big trouble, and he even wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.
In the dark city of Commorragh, no one dares to have anything to do with the Supreme Overlord’s concubines, because they will get a fate worse than death.
At this time, nightmare figures also appeared in the shadows everywhere in the living room.
Those are elite bodyguards who can dismember the offender at any time.
Miss Beda looked at the consul who was almost crying in front of her with a hint of sarcasm:
"Go away, you incompetent waste."
She likes to see these pretentious guys showing their ugly face in front of her, and never tires of it.
This is why she hides her identity and treats it as a game, although it will cause some murders and the consuls involved will end badly.
After Malak crawled away, the mistress of the Supreme Overlord sat back on the sofa.
She felt a little lonely and bored.
In fact, that old guy Victor couldn't bring her happiness. She was like a caged bird, losing any chance to satisfy her desires.
Because no one dares to challenge the authority of the Supreme Overlord, let alone touch her.
Miss Beda suppressed the desire in her heart, hoping that someone could conquer this body.
Unfortunately, that is impossible.
“None of the men in Comoros have any seeds!”
She smiled coldly and looked at the Nightmare Warriors, but those guys turned away.
They even dare not.
Outside the mansion.
"Lord Malak, what a coincidence."
Ron greeted the Archon whom he had met before warmly, but the guy didn't seem very happy.
It seems that the pursuit failed.
That goal was not easy to achieve, but fortunately I was well prepared.
Mallak concealed his embarrassment and didn't even want to speak. He was thinking about what to do.
Should he flee from Comoros and never come back?
Or should he apologize to the Supreme Overlord in person and accept the punishment with everything he has?
Mallak glanced at the tall Archon who walked into the mansion without any reminder.
That guy was lucky. When he sent his men to assassinate him, he didn't find anyone, but now he has provoked the Supreme Overlord.
Please...collect 6...books...!
His end will definitely be worse than his own!
In the luxurious living room, the remains of the Archon on the ground have been cleaned up.
Miss Beda waited for the arrival of the next suitor with interest.
A new round of games began.
She looked at Ron who came in, and a hint of obscure eyes flashed across her eyes, as if she was looking at a toy that she could play with.
This toy seemed to be more handsome than the previous suitor, and had an inexplicable temperament in his bones?
But it didn't matter.
Soon, the pursuer will be exposed in front of him, and even lose control of his bladder after hearing the name of the Supreme Overlord.
"Archon, I don't seem to have heard of your name..."
Miss Beda changed her sitting position, and her fair skin was faintly visible under her dress.
"That's not important, you don't need to know my name, because next I will..."
Ron glanced around, without any restraint, and then uttered vulgar words in the Eldar language.
At this moment, he didn't look like a pursuer, but more like a robber.
It was the first time that Miss Beda heard such vulgar and ungentlemanly words.
She was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
Which decent person would say to a girl that he would kill you right away? !
"You, you..."
Before Miss Beda could react, she suddenly found that her hand was grabbed and she was in the other person's arms.
She thought of something and became terrified. Things seemed to be out of control.
If she was violated this time, I'm afraid that old guy Victor would not forgive her, and might peel off her skin and hang her on the roof of the palace to suffer eternal torture.
But why are those nightmare guards indifferent to all this?
In fact, the nightmare guards reacted immediately after they noticed something was wrong.
However, they were blocked.
As soon as the nightmare guards drew their swords, they found that the shadow under their feet moved.
The shadow turned into a dark human figure with white hair, blurred face, a little human skin on his body, and the glow of runes.
That was... Mandrake!
One of the most terrifying creatures in Comoros, even the Dark Eldar themselves would be afraid of this evil species.
Some top archons like to hire Mandrake as assassins.
They are extra-dimensional creatures, freely moving in and out of the shadows, and can pull the target into the dark dimension in an instant.
Theoretically, they can enter any dark place, even the bed in the safest secret room.
Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to drive Mandrake, especially so many high-level Mandrakes.
But Ron conquered these shadow creatures with a vast amount of pure soul, obtained their obedience and raised them.
This is also one of the reasons why he dared to come to Comoros.
In an instant, the high-level Mandrakes covered the mouths of the Nightmare Guards and quietly dragged more than 20 Nightmare Guards in the hall into the deep darkness.
Now, nothing can save Miss Beda.
After Miss Beda realized the disappearance of the Nightmare Guards, she became more and more panicked.
But she still had a glimmer of hope.
This daring Archon might be frightened by the terror of the Supreme Overlord and escape from here.
"Archon, I am... woo..."
Before Miss Beda could say anything, her mouth was blocked by an inexplicable force and she could no longer speak.
"Shh, don't talk, it will be fine soon."
Ron patiently comforted the target in front of him, but he didn't know that this was even more frightening.
The other party's tears came out.
After that, he held Miss Beda down and used the technique of psychic torture to explore the other party's thinking consciousness.
Skilled techniques and gentle psychic power can well obtain the secrets in the target's mind without causing too much harm.
Of course, this is only for those with weak minds.
For those with strong wills, violence is needed, and it may not work.
For example, a tough guy like Titus, the Inquisition tortured for hundreds of years but failed to get the information he wanted.
Ron's eyes turned white, and he devoted himself to the manipulation of psychic skills and went deep into the target's mind.
He didn't want to talk about any bullshit love now, he just wanted to get intelligence!
These days, Ron took advantage of Victor and the conspiracy group's absence in Comoros, and used similar methods to raid several targets and obtained a lot of secret information.
Many ladies kept silent about this, and even took the initiative to cover it up.
You can't let everyone know that they were not only deceived, but also exposed the secrets of the people around them, right?
And the one in front of him is the most important one, and he is ready to run away after this vote.
However, this time, Ron encountered some difficulties, because the target seemed to have some kind of mental restrictions.
It seems that a big fish has been caught!
He became even more excited and tried his best. Fortunately, the Dark Eldar were not good at psychic powers and did not have many targeted defenses.
It didn't take long.
Ron bypassed the limitations of his mind and got the information he wanted in his mind.
At the same time, there was a greater harvest.
This bitch is Asdubal Victor's mistress, and she seems pretty bad.
From her mind.
Ron gets more information about Victor.
Some of the old guy's functions are not working properly, which is caused by defects in his soul. Even if he installs new organs, it will be of no use.
No wonder it's so perverted.
In addition, there are some secrets about Comoros or the location of special passages.
The rest, not much.
But he doesn't expect to have all the secrets either.
After all, Beda is just a mistress, so it would be nice to be able to hear some secrets.
This was because Victor was confident enough. Before the Great Schism, no one dared to betray or resist him for hundreds of thousands of years.
From the fragment of thought, Ron noticed a special term - Black Throne.
Anything with similar words is dangerous.
Such as the golden throne, the glazed throne, and now a black throne has appeared.
It seems that the supreme overlord wants to do something big behind the scenes. Is it possible that it has something to do with the emperor?
He decided to investigate carefully after returning.
"Please, save...save me!"
Miss Beda's consciousness was somewhat damaged under the intense exploration.
Her consciousness became blurred and she prayed to the robber in front of her to save her.
In fact, such injuries are not fatal.
Ron took out the top soul potion and poured it into this beautiful lady.
She couldn't let anything happen to avoid arousing Victor's vigilance.
The special soul energy of the Goddess of Life has a strong healing effect on the Dark Eldar, able to heal their bodies and souls.
Miss Beida suddenly came into contact with such a high-level soul healing, and she went straight to the sky.
She held on to the archon robber beside her.
Ron was not polite, after all, he saw some information from his mind.
This bitch wants to tease her, so she needs to be taught a lesson.
After that, there are violent storms, spiral vortexes, and the ultimate jet pendulum.
A certain seductive secretary shed tears of envy for having played the role of mistress for so long.
Got nothing.
Ms. Beida woke up leisurely, and after realizing everything crazy last night, her beautiful face became distorted:
"Do you know what a mistake you have made? Soon you will face the most cruel punishment and torture!"
"Please calm down."
Ron was sitting on the sofa drinking high-end soul red wine as if he were at home.
He also poured a glass for the other party:
"Miss Beda, you don't want the Supreme Overlord to know about this, right?"
Such words made Victor's mistress calm down and no longer behave too impulsively.
She realized that she and the other party had become grasshoppers on the same line.
I had exposed too many secrets about the old guy Victor to the consul, and there was no turning back.
It didn't take long.
Ron reached some agreement with the other party, left the mansion swaggeringly, walked into the dark streets and disappeared.
In the living room.
Miss Beda was still lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the city scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had some fear, but also some expectations and aftertaste.
——
Comoros, airspace.
Violent colorful colors distorted in the light, and countless black sails fluttered in the void.
The High Overlord of Commorragh, Asdubal Viktor, has returned to his palace from his campaign against the noble traitors.
His eyes looked down at the city again.
