Chapter 497 Savior: Tremble, Comoros, the Shadow Army attacks!
"Emperor, you can't escape the tracking and lock of the Imperial Guards, even across the spiritual network!"
The commander of the Imperial Guards replied with gritted teeth, looking at the anonymous poster whose avatar was a big crow.
But his words were soon drowned out by many other replies.
That post has become a hot topic on the headlines, and more beings have come to watch.
There are all kinds of things to say.
Conservatives think that this post blasphemes the Imperial Guards, and it is best to delete it to avoid angering them.
Radicals think that this is the spirit of the spiritual network. If nothing can be mentioned and nothing can be said.
Then the Imperial Forum has no meaning to exist.
The yin-yang and weird faction sighed and said that the behavior of the Imperial Guards losing the vehicle was too dangerous and too careless.
What if the core technology of the Empire is learned by the heretic aliens?
The melon-eating faction nodded repeatedly, saying that what you said makes sense, and then likes the post crazily to provide heat.
"Perhaps, I have to contact the savior to delete such blasphemous content."
The commander of the Imperial Guards thought so.
However, the next moment, his breathing stagnated.
Because the Primarch of Hope had liked the post!
The account was not anonymous, the logo was very obvious, and the forum program also gave a striking hot recommendation.
But soon, the like was cancelled.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
After the Primarch of Hope sent such a reply, he went offline.
As if nothing had happened.
In fact, except for the important secrets involving alien heretics, no one has the right to delete other people's posts on the Imperial Forum.
The Mechanical Goddess is responsible for monitoring.
This is also Ron's purpose, to let everyone speak boldly in order to collect more secrets.
All useful information will be automatically extracted and stored in the database.
In this way, if the Spirit Network really finds any serious alien heresy, it will be convenient to draw up a list and let the Inquisition come to the door to send warmth.
Although the Spirit Network Imperial Forum has freedom of speech, it cannot lose its bottom line.
Any evil will be brought to justice!
The commander of the Imperial Guards realized that the Primarch would not interfere with this matter, so he gave up the idea of contacting him.
While watching, he reported the situation to the Imperial Guards.
The Imperial Guards could not affect the operation of the Imperial Forum and the Spiritual Network, but they also acted quickly to make up for the shame caused by their mistakes.
"There are Imperial Guard weapons on the Gyrfalcon vehicle. The quality of this weapon is so good that I want to bid for it!"
The anonymous poster continued to reply to the post and posted a close-up of the spare explosive weapons on the weapon rack of the Imperial Guard vehicle.
At this moment, everyone in the forum was a little confused.
"Swear in the name of the Emperor, did you steal the Imperial Guard vehicle?"
"Little Crow, you are exposed?"
"You can't run away, the Imperial Guards will come to catch you soon, wait for the explosives!"
"Someone here is disloyal, the Inquisition is dispatched!"
Under the leadership of the oil man, the beings in the Imperial Forum have long been able to skillfully use the terms of the Spiritual Network and adapt to the style of the forum.
The anonymous poster was a little nervous and tried hard to explain:
"Emperor, I really have nothing to do with the Blood Crow traitors. I just used monitoring equipment to secretly observe this transaction.
I was almost discovered just now. It was so dangerous!"
The poster didn't seem to want to have anything to do with the Blood Crows, but no matter how he explained it, no one believed his words.
The commander of the Imperial Guards suddenly found a new message:
"If the Imperial Guards vehicle had been sold to us earlier, it would have been more valuable. Unfortunately, we don't need it now. It was thrown away a little too late, hahahahaha."
He keenly noticed the difference and looked up at Jubal in the driver's seat next to him.
The commander of the regiment drove the vehicle at full speed while operating something on the data board, and a smile appeared on his face.
But he noticed the Imperial Guards' gaze and slowly put away the data board while the two sides looked at each other.
The commander of the Imperial Guards stared at Jubal, keeping a close eye on him:
"What are you doing?"
He suspected that the message just now was left by the White Scars commander.
"I was just looking at the map..."
Jubal looked nonchalant: "Sir, what happened?"
The commander of the Imperial Guards looked at it for a few seconds before lowering his head to continue looking at the data board.
He seriously suspected that it was this guy who left the message, but he also realized that there was no point in dwelling on it.
That would only make things more embarrassing.
Now he only hoped that the Imperial Guards could find the lost vehicles as soon as possible, and let some of the Imperial Guards soldiers access the spiritual network as soon as possible, so as to control some public opinion.
At the same time, it would deter some of the existence of the Empire.
If they were blindly rejected, it would only put them in a more unfavorable situation on the spiritual network.
With the return of the Primarch, especially the rise of the Savior, the Empire is no longer a situation where the Imperial Guards have the final say.
They must also adapt to new changes in order to better guard the Emperor.
The Imperial Guards need the spiritual network more so as not to lag behind other departments and forces in the Empire in intelligence.
Soon, the post changed again, with a few more pictures.
It was a blurry photo of the Imperial Guard's heavy Gratus-type dreadnoughts breaking into the black market, as if it was taken in a state of tension.
The heavy dreadnoughts violently destroyed the defenses of the black market's gate, and the black market members all showed terrified expressions, demonstrating the Imperial Guard's incredible deterrent power.
The anonymous poster seemed to be in a state of panic:
"Emperor, I was wrong. The Imperial Guards really came to my door through the spiritual network!"
The people in the lively post also calmed down and no longer spoke out of line.
The Imperial Guards might have some means of searching. It would be troublesome if they really came to my door.
After a while, someone left a message asking: "Poster, are you dead?"
No one responded for a long time.
Just when everyone was preparing to commemorate the death of this warrior, the anonymous poster replied again:
"I was stepped on by the heavy dreadnought of the Imperial Guards and almost died.
Alas, the fleet of the Inquisition has surrounded this airport. I have to find a chance to retreat. See you later, brothers..."
After that, there was no more news on this post.
But everyone can guess the ending. Those Blood Crow traitors probably won't have a good end, and the black market will be completely wiped out.
As for the warrior, we can only wish him a good escape.
If it was an insider of the Inquisition, it would be fine. If it was a smuggler or a noble who went to the black market to make a profit, it would be terrible if he was caught.
But no one knew whether what he said was true or false, or whether he was a member of the Blood Ravens, and the Imperial Guards would not reveal the results of this operation.
The commander of the Imperial Guards finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this result.
In any case, this matter has come to an end.
He put his energy into the task, and with the information in the spiritual network database and the intelligence held by the Imperial Guards, he found a possible trading port.
After that, he went to that port with the White Scars.
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Webway.
Secret base, entrance to Erindrach.
Ron read the intelligence sent by the Imperial Guards and the White Scars joint team, and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that they have found clues."
They found the clues of the Emperor's clones and can continue to track them down.
He can also devote more energy to dealing with Vicott without having to distract himself to deal with too many things.
Suddenly, he noticed something and looked into the void.
Boom——
There was a roar in the distance.
A scorching red beam of light rose, its power was unstoppable.
Next, there was a crack formed by the rupture of the webway space, and malicious eyes were peeping through the crack.
That was the hungry lady!
Everyone in this area fell into extreme fear, not daring to make any movements, and even stopped breathing.
For fear of attracting the attention of the evil god of the subspace.
Even Ron felt the sight full of desire and hunger, which was so uncomfortable.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for the crack to heal slowly.
"Is this the power of the forbidden artifact?"
Ron looked at the changes in the void in the distance, his face turned gloomy.
It was obvious that the troops of the supreme overlord Victor successfully attacked one of his own webway bases.
It is hard to imagine what consequences such an attack would cause if it fell on the Redemption Satellite Zone or his own webway area.
What's more terrifying is that the tearing of the webway space barrier may also attract demons and chaos evil gods.
It is much easier for demons to enter the webway than to enter the real universe, and there is almost no cost.
The most serious consequence is that, like the webway of the old Emperor, it will become the entrance of the subspace to reality, and endless demons will pour in.
And he does not have the Golden Throne to suppress it.
Although Victor should not be crazy enough to do such a self-destructive operation, he must be on guard.
Not long after, Iris came to report the latest intelligence.
The witch secretary still had a trace of fear:
"Lord Asuman, our black market base... is destroyed. Unknown weapons destroyed the landmass, and no buildings are left.
Fortunately, the attacking force has retreated and did not find this place."
"Notify all bases to strengthen defense. The enemy's attacking force is more fierce."
Ron frowned and ordered.
Fortunately, he was more careful and set up a new defense system, and transferred most of the personnel and materials to this secret base in advance.
Otherwise, this wave of attacks would fall on his head.
Fighting with the existence of the Supreme Overlord Victor who possesses forbidden technology is really treading on thin ice.
He doesn't even bother with you, he just flips the table.
One day, he might bring a space ship full of demons as a meteorite.
No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!
But it's not good to keep getting beaten like this. The Redemption Satellite Zone has been passively defending for too long, and it can't stand it if it continues like this.
Now all the plans are ready, and the soul energy and combat supplies are more than sufficient.
It's time to fight back.
I must enter Comoros at a faster speed to strike at Victor's power and authority, and steal each other's home!
Swish——
A gust of cold wind came in from a gap somewhere, blowing the candlelight to the left and right.
The light in the whole hall became dim and uncertain.
Then there was a malicious hum, cold runes appeared on the surface of objects, and shadows could be seen in the mirror.
"My Lord, they are coming!"
Iris felt cold and couldn't help shivering.
Ron said nothing, got down from the obsidian throne, and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.
Although the witch secretary was scared, she still followed the descendant of Asurman out. After all, it might be more dangerous to stay in the hall.
They came out of the hall and went to the square outside.
The sky was dark and dark, without a single ray of light. The void of the portal of Erindrach deep in the square was like a rippled surface of water, and something kept coming out of it.
But no one could see what it was.
Iris and many dark Eldar warriors felt a growing sense of panic.
A repressive breath made the air thicker, like the silence before death.
They couldn't help but think of the horror phenomena and absurd stories circulating in Comoros.
Those who survived by chance told one after another about the horror experiences of the creatures of the dark dimension in a trembling whisper.
People didn't dare to breathe.
At this moment, the darkness of the square seemed to be alive.
Shadows were everywhere!
"Creeping Terror..."
Iris read out a term in the ancient Dark Eldar language, which was the Dark Eldar's nickname for the creatures of the horror dimension.
It usually refers to the most evil creature among them - Mandrake!
Anyone can communicate with Mandrake through a mysterious ritual through some medium.
Such as standing alone in front of a dark mirror; immersing in a pool of blood, mercury and limbs; or inhaling mourning roots to enter a trance.
At the same time, using the evil stone as a medium can attract Mandela's attention and summon them.
If the summoner can pay a strange and terrible price, they can get their loyalty.
But this is often a difficult thing.
Because Mandela does not need worldly wealth at all, at most he is willing to accept helpless living captives as a reward.
In fact, what these dimensional creatures really want is precious memories, secret real names, heartbeats and precious souls.
If the summoner cannot take out what they want, they may be swallowed.
When Ron summoned these dark dimensional creatures, he promised his endless soul.
No one has ever contracted so many shadow creatures at the same time. Once one day he cannot take out such a huge soul as a reward.
Then he will be swallowed by countless shadow creatures.
These terrifying lives can easily enter the real universe and unknown dimensions, and move with the help of any shadow.
For the people of the galaxy, they may be more difficult than demons.
That means you may be attacked at any time, and you will never dare to close your eyes again. Any place with shadows is unsafe!
This is also the reason why he must defend the Redemption Satellite Zone.
Once the device that extracts and stores the energy of the Goddess of Life in the Redemption Satellite Zone is destroyed, he will not be able to continue to supply so much soul energy.
Maybe before Victor takes action, he will be overwhelmed by the shadow creatures.
But in any case, the huge cost and risk mean unimaginable benefits.
Ron strolled in the square under the fearful eyes of everyone, and the shadow under his feet extended infinitely.
Those are living shadows.
One after another, grotesque humanoid creatures stood up from the shadows, with creepy runes all over their bodies and eyes as cold as ice chips.
The slender, twisted limbs hold hideous torture instruments.
This is the shadow dimension creature Mandra.
They are good at launching unprovoked terrorist killings behind the enemy, can entangle the enemy to create an inescapable nightmare, and break into any area they may enter to assassinate the target.
Mandra will never give up chasing prey. On the contrary, their greatest expectation for the prey is that the other party can resist for as long as possible.
Even if they are destroyed, they may attract more dangerous lives of Erindrach.
Once these shadow creatures appear collectively, they will cause continuous fear interference to the people in the area, like some kind of curse that is difficult to exorcise.
"What a wonderful creature..."
Ron walked through the tide of hideous shadows without any fear.
Wherever the descendant of Asurman passed, all the shadow creatures knelt on the ground, as if they were respecting their king.
The dark elves at the door of the hall were also forced to kneel down under such momentum.
Ron smiled at the creeping and terrifying figure that spread to the end of his vision.
This is the Shadow Legion under his command. The last piece of the puzzle to attack Comoros is in place.
He gave an order:
"Go, my Shadow Legion... Go to Comoros, go to every spire, and let the residents there witness your terror!"
With the order of the descendant of Asurman, all the shadows surged wildly and rushed to Comoros in some form.
Ron has arranged the most suitable targets and combat methods for these shadow creatures.
The nightmare formed by the shadow army will cover the dark city and send gifts from the descendants of Asurman to the terrified people there.
And he will become the most important existence that cannot be ignored and disobeyed in Comoros!
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Comoros.
Rouge Port, Spire District.
This dark city is always gloomy, and now there are more creeping shadows between the towering spires and statues.
There are no people on the streets, and the lights are dim and flickering.
"Father, look at that..."
The child stood in the middle of the empty street, as if he saw something terrifying.
"Come back soon!"
The dark Eldar merchant rushed over anxiously, suddenly pulled his child back into the store, locked the doors and windows, and lit all the candles.
He warned the child in a low voice not to allow him to run out again.
The family members whispered around the candlelight, and the dark Eldar merchant told a dark fairy tale that he had personally experienced, and the protagonist of the story was a terrifying dimensional creature.
At that time, he followed the conspiracy group to transport a batch of high-quality human slaves, but on the way back to Comoros, a bizarre and strange thing happened...
With the trembling voice of the dark Eldar merchant, the slowly swaying candlelight and the intertwined shadows, more fear appeared on the faces of the family.
No doubt.
An unknown darkness enveloped the area, and people were in fear.
The spire, the governor's mansion.
Valek, the governor of the Unclean Conspiracy, hid in the hall on the top floor.
He lit up all the lights and force fields, making this ancient hall magnificent, and many hidden poison crystal guns and dark matter light spears were aimed at all possible passages.
The nightmare guards also stood in the predetermined position, trying to eliminate any shadows as much as possible.
"Darkness is coming..."
Valek's eye sockets were sunken, and he hadn't slept for many days.
Since he killed his superior and declared his loyalty to the Black Heart Conspiracy to become the Archon, this was the first time he was so afraid of the area he ruled.
The Archon clearly realized that those nightmare monsters were coming for him.
But he couldn't get rid of that curse.
Suddenly, Valek noticed something and looked out.
He saw the terrifying figure on the building opposite through the huge French window in the hall.
The shadow crawled on the vertical wall like a spider, then suddenly turned its head and looked over here, as if it had locked onto its prey...
