Chapter 487 - Black Throne, clone of the Emperor?

"Black Throne..."

In a secret room in an underground pipeline, Ron received information about the Black Throne from the forbidden archives of the Inquisition.

That thing actually came from a secret deal between the Imperial Mechanicus and the Dark Eldar.

In order to repair the gradually collapsing Golden Throne, the Mechanicus invited the Dark Eldar's Haemonculus Master.

The High Lords agreed to this plan, hoping to repair the sacred creation with alien technology.

The price paid for this employment is a large forge world, eight tithe settlements and tens of billions of souls.

These places will be de-defended and given to the Dark Eldar.

The Empire believes that such a sacrifice is worthwhile. The Golden Throne is the lifeblood of mankind. Once it fails, mankind will face incalculable losses.

"Tsk, it fits my stereotype of the Empire."

Ron frowned and continued to read on. The sound of search and arrest could be vaguely heard outside.

After the contract was signed, the Mechanicus and the Dark Eldar's Haemonculus Association jointly studied the Golden Throne and tried to repair it.

However, the deal eventually went out of control.

Because after the Dark Eldar came into contact with the Golden Throne, they secretly retained the relevant technology and tried to recreate this magnificent creation on their own.

They designed a plan called the Black Throne.

The Dark Eldar attempted to use the Black Throne to prevent the frequent Chaos invasions and regional out-of-control in Commorragh since the Great Rift.

But the Black Throne, like the Golden Throne, also requires a powerful psyker to control it.

But they don't have such a psyker.

The Dark Eldar's choice is to create an "Emperor" of their own. The Blood Orcs secretly collected blood stains on the equipment and dry liquid on the broken pipelines during the research on the Golden Throne.

Those are all genes belonging to the Emperor.

They tried to create a twisted clone of the Emperor to control the Black Throne.

In the end, the Inquisition and the Custodes intervened to take back the Emperor's genes, destroyed all facilities involving Dark Eldar aliens, and disposed of the relevant personnel.

The transaction with the Dark Eldar was also terminated.

"It seems that the Dark Eldar have not stopped building the Black Throne, and are even making clones of the Emperor."

Ron thought of the secrets he had obtained, his eyes full of worry: "I just don't know how far their research has progressed, whether they have really created a new 'Emperor'."

He did not doubt whether the Dark Eldar could do this, because those Haemonculi masters were best at flesh and blood and resurrection.

But he was curious about what the cloned "Emperor" would look like.

What's more terrifying is that the twisted clone of the Emperor may become a weapon for the Dark Eldar to deal with humans, and it is more likely to be used by the Chaos Gods.

A body of the Emperor that can be corroded is still quite terrifying.

The appearance of this image alone can split the faith of the Empire and absorb the resistance or corrupted forces within the Empire.

Ron was somewhat glad that he discovered this secret, otherwise when the Dark Eldar alien plan succeeded.

It is estimated that more disasters will be caused.

The problem now is where the Black Throne and the clone of the "Emperor" are hidden, and he knows nothing about it.

But there is no doubt that this important facility must be protected as closely as the Golden Throne.

Perhaps only after he has mastered Comoros can he search and rob it on a large scale.

His idea of ​​occupying Comoros became more and more urgent.

After finding the Black Throne and the clone of the "Emperor", there is hope that the technology there can be used to improve the gradual collapse of the Golden Throne.

After all, the Golden Throne is also a death warrant for the empire.

After the footsteps of the search outside subsided, Ron and Iris and others moved to a new place.

They had to contact some conspiracy forces belonging to the Redemption Satellite Zone to create more influence in Comoros.

The noble archons' plan to resist Victor has failed, and he can just inherit their legacy and absorb the defeated rebel forces.

He believes that there are enough people in this city who want to resist the bloody rule of the Supreme Overlord.

They just don't dare for the time being.

What he has to do is to disintegrate that fear and trigger more resistance.

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Inverted spire, the hall of the Supreme Throne.

Chaotic light came in from the high windows, and all kinds of disgusting colors came into view.

These colors set off the forest of chains hanging from the ceiling, and on each chain hung a flayed body, many of which were still twisting and trembling in pain.

But they could not make any sound.

This is the fate of the rebels, experiencing their own death in hundreds of years of slow torture, and then their souls were fed to the hungry lady.

Ugh!!!

Marlak was also hung on one of the chains, struggling desperately.

After the executor desecrated the mistress of the Supreme Overlord, he did not dare to escape, but took the initiative to admit his crime and was willing to offer all his property to beg for forgiveness.

But he was not forgiven.

Marlak's bloodshot eyes stared at the scene in the hall. In the gloomy and noisy sound of the chains colliding, the archons waited in anxiety, not daring to make any sound.

Warriors in black armor filed in, those were the elite forces of the Black Heart Conspiracy.

Afterwards, the Supreme Overlord's courtiers and playthings also poured into the hall.

The music that sounded like the friction between sharp knives and jigsaws sounded.

The slaves lined up and sang hymns to welcome the arrival of the Supreme Overlord.

When the song reaches a painful climax, one slave after another falls under the impalement of the torture instrument, offering up his tortured soul.

The dark and ugly throne, covered with sharp bevels and blades, slowly lowered.

The supreme overlord of Commorragh was among them, overlooking and staring at all the archons present. Everyone wanted to escape that gaze, but no one dared to do so.

Victor's old body, which has lived for ten thousand years, has an unusually youthful appearance, with pale skin that is smooth and without any wrinkles.

But those deep, dark pupils exuded a viciousness and cunning that didn't match his appearance.

The Archons struggled to restrain their fear and meet the gaze of the Supreme Overlord. Any dodge or uneasiness could lead to death.

"You guys are always so reserved, why don't you smile?"

Victor looked at the governors in the audience with an intolerable confidence on his face.

He knows that people are afraid of him, and he enjoys that fear.

The words of the Supreme Overlord frightened the archons even more. They didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Because the man on the throne always likes to say irony, but sometimes it's true.

It's unpredictable.

Some consuls tried their best to smile, but received even colder looks, which made them feel desperate in their hearts.

They realize they made a mistake and they remember it.

Fortunately, Victor has no interest in killing irrelevant people now.

His voice was like a poisonous snake, echoing in the hall: "My poor and beautiful dark city...why are there always so many people plotting to destroy it?"

The Archons were silent, no one would be foolish enough to speak out at this time.

Victor held the scepter in his hand and walked on the high platform, thinking to himself: "Do they want to destroy this city, or do they want to oppose its owner..."

He stopped in front of a body hanging upside down and covered in blood.

That was the prize of this time, the traitor who betrayed the supreme overlord - the noble consul Hralak. Their joint action to resist the tyrant had failed.

The rebellion of these nobles created a great schism in Commorragh, and they even tried to resurrect Victor's once greatest rival, Lord El Uriac.

Let the ancient lord lead you to victory.

Unfortunately, the resurrection plan was corrupted by Chaos and failed, and the nobles also died and were caught.

Now, the traitor Hralak has become a prisoner and a testament to the authority of the Supreme Overlord.

Under the gaze of all the Archons, the Haemonculi skillfully peeled the flesh and blood from the traitors' bodies while inflicting dozens of times more pain.

Victor fiddled with the hanging strips of meat and sneered: "These punishments are not enough to make up for the damage you have caused, especially when it comes to destroying the unity of Comoros."

The unity that the Supreme Overlord refers to is absolute obedience, even if he often kills consuls loyal to him for inexplicable reasons.

Hralak's eyes showed pain and hatred for the Supreme Overlord, but his vocal cords had been removed, making it impossible for him to curse even the simplest insults.

He looked at Victor and the restless consuls with deep reluctance.

If the Archons unite, they can definitely defeat Victor and end the other party's evil rule and oppression in Comoros.

But instead of doing this, they destroyed the rebels.

The governors did not dare to have any thoughts about Victor. They just desperately coveted other people and looked for opportunities to defeat their competitors.

Perhaps this is the purpose of the Supreme Overlord, to secure his throne amid the mutual struggles of the Archons.

Victor glanced over the consuls and talked about his great achievements:

"Everyone, I am the one who cares most about Commorragh. I saved many people during the Great Fall and brought them to this city.

However, some people want to destroy all of this and maliciously stir up division in this city. This is really unforgivable. "

He returned to the throne and looked down at everyone: "I summoned you here to end the great division of Comoros.

All traitors cannot escape, just like Hralak, and are eventually judged.

And you should also take responsibility! "

The Overlord declared his order, setting all cabals into action to eliminate any intruders from outside the Veil, demon-possessed entities, and any possible traitors.

This heralds a new round of fighting.

The Archons of the Cabal accepted the order from the Supreme Overlord and silently walked out of the throne room.

Each one of them is lost in his own thoughts and wary of others, especially competitors.

These Archons are no doubt thinking of ways to feed their rivals to the invaders or daemonic entities that plague the cities of Commorragh.

Everyone can be a traitor, and no one will miss this opportunity to settle old scores and resolve old enemies.

Soon, the Archons divided into different groups on the way to the ship, determined their goals, and then began to act.

Of course, they also have to deal with invading entities in their area of ​​responsibility and hunt down traitors in the process.

"When the Black Throne and the body are completed, no one can challenge my authority..."

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Victor sat alone on the throne, with a trace of anxiety deep in his eyes.

It is true that not many consuls dare to resist themselves yet, but the betrayal and great schism of the nobles have indeed left a slight flaw in their authority.

That was a dangerous signal.

Victor, who was born a slave, never ignored any danger.

He looked out at the huge observation window, in which the entire Comoros city was reflected, and each area was the size of a planet.

In the dark area, many purple scars could be seen.

Those were traces of the invasion of the subspace. Cracks appeared in many areas, and demonic entities continued to enter the city, and some greenskins and insects were creating chaos.

Fortunately, there were not many chaotic areas, and this dark city still maintained basic order, and did not affect the core urban area.

Victor had a secret hidden in his heart, and no one told him.

These cracks were actually created by him. Only a certain degree of external threats could promote people's unity.

Thereby diverting hatred and attention from the Supreme Overlord.

Now that the noble traitors who were making trouble have been destroyed, it is time to deal with these external threats.

He balanced the situation with subtle means.

After the archons cleaned up the chaos in the city and fought a round, and consumed the active forces.

Everything will return to stability.

Victor propped up his chin and resumed his lazy look.

His sharp fingertips swept across the pages floating in the air, which recorded one conspiracy after another.

The attack on the Savior Webway has entered the late preparation stage, and many dark devices will attract the frenzy of demons.

In addition, there are also alienation and looting against the Empire and the cousins ​​of the Ark Eldar.

Then, the Supreme Overlord saw a strange name - the Redemption Satellite District.

It was a satellite district among countless remote border areas. Recently, its name appeared in Comoros, which may be worth paying attention to.

He gave an order.

Let the spies of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group collect more information about the Redemption Satellite District.

Victor set his sights on the area that seemed to hide special wealth. No place could resist the deprivation from the Supreme Overlord.

Especially those border areas.

All the border areas that disobeyed him have been destroyed, whether using artifacts that destroyed landmasses or subspace cracks.

After reading the intelligence, he summoned his concubines to serve him, and heard an interesting news at the same time.

Anecdotes about the favorite concubine Beda.

All offenders have been punished, and there is still an unknown person hiding, a little thing that can hide well.

Maybe we have to catch that guy.

...

In the underground secret room of a tavern somewhere.

"Ms. Maris, we must create enough influence before the aftermath of the chaos subsides."

Ron looked at the female archon of the Viper Conspiracy in front of him and put forward his own suggestions.

Maris is one of the conspirators who recently joined the Redemption Satellite Zone, and is also a resistance force that has been besieged within Comoros.

Before she formed the conspiracy, she was one of Victor's spouses and was famous for her outstanding wisdom.

But after a period of time, the Supreme Overlord hated this overly smart spouse and expelled him from the court.

In the next thousand years.

Maris led her followers to escape a series of hunts by Victor and established a mysterious bond with the Harlequin Troupe of the Eldar.

They hid in remote webways and built secret bases and poison factories one after another.

After the Great Schism, Maris returned to Comoros, hoping to form an alliance with the nobles, but was met with hostility and rejection.

They were unwilling to trust a former bedmate of the Supreme Overlord.

Later, Ron contacted Evelene through Guilliman, and then contacted the Harlequin Troupe through Evelene, and then found Maris along the clues he got.

He promised to revenge the Supreme Overlord with her.

Now they have joined forces and are ready to stir up a storm in Comoros.

Of course, Ron did not completely believe this woman.

Who knows if the other party is the plan that the madman Victor has planned for a thousand years, just to fish for law enforcement, so that the former spouse can backstab the collaborator at a critical moment.

Eliminate all the resistance forces in one fell swoop.

Maris's body was still stained with blood. She drank a bottle of high-level soul potion and savored it:

"Descendants of Asuman, can you tell me why the soul energy you collected is so fascinating?"

"This is a secret, or I will tell you in the future, but now we should discuss business."

Ron did not reveal the core secret of the Redemption Satellite Zone, at least not before solving Victor.

"Okay, from now on, all my people in Comoros are under your command."

Maris winked: "You really don't consider my assassination plan, or a large-scale attack."

"That's too old-fashioned."

Ron shook his head: "What we need to do is to dismantle Victor's authority. When the time comes, someone will naturally kill him, and he can't escape even if he cries for his parents.

As for now, we have to send out a signal.

The great descendant of Asuman is about to come to Comoros. He only does three things, that is, fairness, fairness, and TM fairness!"

"That's one thing."

Ron scratched his head and loaded the dark matter pistol:

"That's about it. We have to let everyone understand that Comoros and the Redemption Satellite Zone belong to everyone, and they can enjoy more wealth.

Instead of fighting for a long time and not even getting a bowl of soup.

The obstacle to all this is the Supreme Overlord Victor. As long as he falls, everyone can share the tempting wealth. "

He said and fired a shot at the area of ​​the secret room door.

With the sound of the gun, the door was just breached, and the nightmare warrior who rushed in first was attacked by the forbidden weapon and was decomposed.

Turned into black juice.

Ron noticed that there seemed to be more people chasing him, which meant the beginning of the confrontation with Victor.

After that, he fled to a webway with Maris and others, and at the same time controlled the people in various parts of Comoros to carry out propaganda operations.

When people know about the Redemption Satellite Zone and the descendants of Asurman, they can spend money and hit Victor's prestige.

Everyone will know who to follow for more benefits, instead of always enduring brutal rule and being in danger.

Aren't the Dark Eldars eager for soul energy? Then he, the savior of the original body and Asurman, will be the first to be saved. The descendants of Asurman will fill their souls.

So that they can't say no.

As time goes by, more and more Comorians hear the legend about the Redemption Satellite and the descendants of Asurman.

The mysterious descendant of Asurman seems to have endless wealth and will bring more and more wonderful souls to people.

There are also ways to allow people to escape the eyes of the hungry lady and bring redemption to the tragic fate of the dark elves.

And various soul potions from the Redemption Satellite are also continuously imported into Comoros through the black market.

After tasting them, people are no longer willing to absorb those inferior souls.

At the same time.

Several invited descendants of dark elves nobles, soul poets, and flesh artists secretly went to the Redemption Satellite...