Chapter 500 Savior: This Governor Smith is a talented person

Rouge Port.

The streets are narrow and winding, with towering spires on both sides piercing the sky like sharp teeth.

It is now the low point of the Black Sun's fluctuations, that is, early morning.

The locked dying star, as always, stares coldly at this twisted city.

The air is filled with a mixture of metal, rotten meat and spices, pungent and weird, but also morbidly tempting.

There are not many pedestrians on the street. I don't know when, posters have been posted in conspicuous places, and more flyers are scattered on the ground.

It seems that these posters and flyers have never been cleaned.

Those passers-by are sideways or lowered their heads, and their figures appear blurred and distorted in the dark red light.

They dare not look at those posters and flyers, for fear that the action of watching the blasphemous content will be seen by the warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy, and thus they will suffer revenge.

"The descendant of Asuman is a powerful person. I really hope he can kill that old guy Victor!"

The dark Eldar merchant Bairam thought viciously.

He lowered his head to prevent his expression and thoughts from being seen by others.

The businessman suddenly found that he dared to call the name of the Supreme Overlord in his heart without feeling too much fear.

These days, he knew a lot of things by peeking at posters and flyers.

For example, the descendants of Asurman are generous beings who like to give souls to everyone and promise to drive Victor off the throne.

They can also block the corruption of the hungry lady.

And the Supreme Overlord Victor was just a humble slave many years ago, even worse than them, but he relied on his cunning to ascend the throne.

Then he enslaved his own upright dark elves and deprived them of the way to obtain souls.

That guy is very weak and afraid. When he encounters danger, he can only hide behind the throne and tremble. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Recently, there is a legend.

That is, when you encounter a nightmare monster, secretly say "Long live Lord Asurman!" or "Down with Victor!", you can get a soul reward.

Very precious soul.

Or you can summon nightmare monsters in the middle of the night in front of the mirror.

If you are lucky, they will appear, and you can get rewards by saying the same words again.

Balam hopes that he can meet nightmare monsters in some dark corner and get precious souls.

After all, he has been reselling titanium skins and animal bones for a long time, but he can't get so many souls.

Suddenly, Balam stopped and showed fear.

Not only him, but other pedestrians are also like this, because at some point, the clock tower in the middle of the street has hung several bodies of black heart conspiracy warriors!

Those bodies are fragmented and the bones are twisted. It is obvious that nightmare monsters did it.

"These guys should have died long ago."

Balam controlled his expression and thought happily in his heart.

He knew these warriors. Those guys executed many people on the street, including his neighbors.

Bang bang bang——

The poison crystal fragments attacked, and several onlookers were hit and fell to the ground wailing.

The warriors of the black heart conspiracy found the bodies of their colleagues.

They rushed over and fired to disperse the crowd to avoid further impact.

The crowd screamed and fled in all directions. Balam also entered the street under the crowd and fled through the narrow and complex alleys.

However, he didn't run for long.

He saw a black shadow coming out of the wall, carrying a paste bucket.

"Oh my God, it's a nightmare monster..."

Balam was very scared, worried that he would be dismembered by the nightmare monster like in the dark story.

He stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

Mandela ignored the dark Eldar merchant, just brushed paste in the middle of the wall, and then posted a poster.

Then he was ready to leave.

However, before Mandela merged into the shadows, a suppressed and expectant voice suddenly appeared in the silent alley:

"Ah... Long live Lord Asuman..."

Mandela stopped and looked at the dark Eldar merchant.

Seeing that there was no one else in the alley, Balam mustered up the courage to shout slogans as rumored.

Seeing the nightmare monster noticed him, his heart beat more violently, and he gritted his teeth and raised his fist, as if swearing:

"Down with Victor!"

Now the soul tithe in Rouge Port has become more stringent, and the Lady of Thirst has become more active.

The souls obtained by this merchant are no longer enough to support his family.

Seeing his wife and children being tortured by the Lady of Thirst, they have become thinner and paler.

If this continues, they will have to flee to the deeper parts of the Webway ruins like those exiles, risking being swallowed by the natural disaster.

Or die in agony.

He had to take the risk to get the reward from that existence and relieve the torment caused by the lack of souls.

Whoosh——

Baram's eyes blurred, and he found that the nightmare monster came in front of him, which scared him so much that he almost fainted.

"My lord, I didn't mean to disturb you..."

He regretted his recklessness. Perhaps the legend was false. He rashly attracted the attention of the nightmare monster, and could only usher in a tragic end.

But the next moment.

Balam saw the smile of the nightmare monster.

Although it looked a bit ferocious, the monster was indeed trying to smile and show a friendly attitude.

"Ah... descendant of Suman, the black sun of Comoros..."

The nightmare monster slowly spoke these words in poor Eldar language.

Then, under Balram's expectant gaze, the nightmare monster took out a crystal clear soul potion and handed it to him along with a small statue of the descendant of Asurman.

Balram took the soul potion with great excitement, his hands trembling.

These souls were enough to support his family for a year.

"Black Sun... The descendant of Asurman is my sun!"

He looked at the image of the descendant of Asurman on the soul potion and almost cried.

The legend turned out to be true, and that noble being was so generous.

"Traitor, you can't run away!"

Suddenly, the warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy chased into the alley.

They were wearing black armor inlaid with black gems and sharp spikes, and their eyes flashed with coldness and greed.

It seemed that they would tear any life apart at any time.

The captain of the Conspiracy Warriors was extremely fast, rushing forward with an elegant pace, passing by like a ghost.

He caught up with the escapee in a few seconds, and the sharp razor in his hand drew a precise and deadly arc, like a performance.

When the warrior captain stopped, the four or five escapees fell to the ground, turning into blood and body parts all over the ground.

Balam looked at the conspiracy warriors not far away and felt extremely desperate.

His worship of the descendants of Asurman was discovered by the black-hearted conspiracy group. He was afraid that he would be caught in the middle of the street and cruelly punished like other traitors.

Even his family would not be spared!

"What a boring hunt."

The warrior captain shook the blood on the razor, and then walked towards the pale merchant holding the soul potion.

His smile became more ferocious: "Oh, there is a little mouse hiding here, a mouse that worships the descendants of Asurman."

However, before the conspiracy warrior captain took action, the other warriors showed horrified eyes.

Because the shadow under the warrior captain's feet seemed to come alive, and the dark figure appeared behind him silently, and the torture instrument flashed coldly.

They tried to warn: "Be careful of the shadow!"

"Damn it..."

The pupils of the warrior captain shrank, and he also felt the cold behind him.

He turned around suddenly and swung his sword backwards.

Puff.

A head flew up, and blood rushed out like a fountain, staining the walls of the alley and black armor red.

The cabal warrior captain fell down.

The Mandela attacker was faster and cut off his head before everyone could react.

The cabal warriors looked at this scene with wide eyes and their breathing stagnated.

They realized that in such a narrow alley, they could not deal with the nightmare monster like a shadow.

"Retreat!"

The cabal warriors turned around and ran out of the alley without any hesitation.

However, after a few steps, another dark figure blocked the way out.

There was more than one nightmare monster.

Seeing two nightmare monsters approaching and the strongest captain dead, these cabal warriors became more desperate.

They were afraid that they would all die here.

In this desperate atmosphere, an abrupt slogan sounded, echoing in the silent alley: "Beat... Beat Victor!"

The voice was a little hoarse in fear, and it was shouted by a conspiracy warrior.

When the conspiracy warriors heard this, they subconsciously looked at the guy who shouted, thinking that he was crazy.

However, what they didn't expect was that the nightmare monster really slowed down.

"Haven't you heard of the legend?"

The conspiracy warrior said: "No matter who shouts these slogans or respects the descendant of Asuman, they will be rewarded.

Perhaps this can also prevent us from being attacked."

Hearing this, the other conspiracy warriors immediately understood.

When they were cleaning up the blasphemous posters and leaflets, they had seen those slogans and heard the so-called legends.

The Supreme Overlord is indeed terrifying, but in front of his own life, he can't care so much.

They tried to say the slogan: "Down with Victor, long live Lord Asuman..."

After these words were spoken, the nightmare monsters stopped moving, and those cold eyes were examining them, as if judging something.

"It really works!"

The warriors of the conspiracy group escaped death and became more and more excited. They raised their razors and shouted vigorously, appearing more and more loyal:

"Down with Victor, long live Lord Asuman!"

The warriors of the black-hearted conspiracy group shouted more and more vigorously, especially when they thought of the high soul tax they paid, they were fiercely involved.

This is the difference between Comoros and the Empire.

The same high taxes are collected, but the Empire is supported by the Emperor's faith. People are more dedicated and believe that their efforts can get more protection.

Generally, there will not be too many negative thoughts unless there is extreme suffering.

After all, such dedication is an innate obligation. The more you contribute, the sweeter your life will be, and there is a chance to return to the throne.

But Comoros implements a high-pressure terrorist rule, which is maintained entirely by the cruel means of the Supreme Overlord. Once people's fear mentality decreases.

These dark elves, who like to kill each other, only think that the Supreme Overlord has plundered their souls.

The people of Comoros sometimes doubt it.

What does the Supreme Overlord want to do by collecting so many souls?

"Down with Victor!"

"Kill that old thing!"

"Long live the descendants of Asurman!"

The shouts of the conspiracy warriors echoed in the alley, even far away outside.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

But at a certain moment, the alley returned to silence.

The voices of the conspiracy warriors were stuck in their throats.

The nightmare monster disappeared, and the soul potion left behind fell to the ground with a clang, and two conspiracy warriors just walked in from the other end of the alley.

They looked over here with horror, seeing the scene just now.

The two sides looked at each other, causing the atmosphere to fall into an awkward silence, and at the same time a dangerous atmosphere was spreading.

"Kill them."

The conspiracy warriors who had shouted slogans before became gloomy, waving sharp razors and rushing towards the two conspiracy warriors who witnessed all this.

Their betrayal has been seen, and if they don't kill these two warriors and keep the secret, they will die!

The two conspiracy warriors reacted quickly and turned around and ran out of the alley.

They also realized that if they were caught up by these traitors, there would be no chance of survival.

The only way to escape and find other conspiracy warriors was to rescue and execute the traitors.

Soon, the figures of the conspiracy warriors disappeared in the alley without a sound.

After a while.

Something moved in the corner of the alley.

"Alive... alive?"

Balam dared to breathe at this moment.

Just now, his legs were weak and he couldn't run, so he had to hide in the corner and didn't dare to say a word.

Balam stood up with the help of the wall, and was stunned again. The crystal clear soul potion on the ground in the distance attracted his attention.

The warriors of the black-hearted conspiracy didn't even have time to pick up the soul potion left by the nightmare monster. That was a higher level soul.

It was much more precious than what he had obtained before.

Balam looked around, mustered up the courage to walk over and picked up all the soul potions.

I've made a fortune. These souls are the sum of my income for decades, an unimaginable harvest!

After the dark Eldar merchant took away all the soul potions, he turned around and ran, his speed getting faster and faster.

"These are all souls that no one wants, gifts from Lord Asurman..."

Balam thought excitedly.

He planned to take his family away from Rouge Port after he returned, the farther the better!

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Balam was running, he heard more and more calls from afar.

He heard the name of Lord Asurman.

...

The top of the tower, the residence of the unclean archon.

The high tower belonging to the archon stood on the side of the block, overlooking the streets below and Rouge Port in the distance.

The lights in the hall were still dazzling, and a huge crystal was suspended on the towering ceiling, its dim white light was cold.

Those lights seemed to tear through the darkness, but brought deeper depression.

Since the last attack by the nightmare monster, Valek installed more lighting facilities in his mansion, but all this did not bring him any sense of security.

Because what threatened his life was not the nightmare monster, nor the uncontrollable chaos about Asurman in the jurisdiction, but something more terrible.

The archon sat on a chair made of bones, with needles all over his body, and colorful special drugs were continuously injected into his body.

To stabilize the agitated nerves.

"What does that lord mean?"

Valek's eye sockets were deep and his face was pale, looking even more uneasy.

He was worried about the attitude of his superior archon and his life that could be lost at any time.

Last time, after he received the gift from the descendants of Asurman, he did not choose to keep it privately, but handed it to the superior archon overnight and swore his loyalty to the Supreme Overlord.

Valek thought that this would allow him to get rid of the suspicion of disloyalty.

However, from that moment on,

The eyes of the superior archons and colleagues changed when they looked at him. They were eyes of fear.

"They thought I was disloyal and suspected that I had betrayed him."

Valek thought so.

So the archon showed his loyalty more and more, ruthlessly executed any possible believers of Asurman, and offered more property.

He firmly stated that he would draw a clear line with the descendants of Asurman and would not reconcile with them, and was willing to offer everything to the great Supreme Overlord.

At the same time, he handed over any confiscated property related to the descendants of Asurman.

However, even if he tried his best, he still couldn't dispel the archons' suspicion.

"How can I get rid of the suspicion of betrayal..."

Valek grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them into his stomach, letting the stimulants developed by the Haemonculi whip his nerves.

He felt that he was about to die, either from mental confusion or at the hands of those archons.

Valek felt it vaguely.

The eyes of the superior archon and his colleagues were already murderous, and the killer could come at any time.

If the current situation is not changed.

He will lose everything and die in a very tragic and tortured way under the means of the superior archon.

But all the methods that should be used have been used.

He really couldn't think of a better way to express his loyalty to the Supreme Overlord and the superior archon.

Click.

Valek heard a slight sound.

He looked up suddenly, and the fear in his heart could not be added: "Are they here to kill me?!"

Fortunately, there was nothing at the source of the sound, only a familiar box.

Valek exhaled, and his tense mood eased.

He understood the situation at a glance. The nightmare monster had brought another gift from Asurman.

He weakly raised his hand and grabbed the box with his mechanical claws.

The archon opened the box.

He did not choose to accept it, but was ready to take a look and immediately set off for the mansion of the lord.

Hand over this unfaithful gift and offer all his property at the same time.

To show loyalty.

Valek no longer asked for anything, just hoped to keep his life.

"Hmm?"

He frowned slightly. In addition to the soul potion and letters in the box this time, there was also a note.

The witch secretary group under the descendants of Asurman was responsible for communicating with all the archons who accepted bribes, and analyzing their personalities to make different replies or instructions.

The note in the box was written by them in the name of the descendants of Asurman.

The content of the note could be seen at a glance.

The governor looked at the words on the note and was struck by lightning. He murmured, "So that's it. I've taken the wrong path..."

The content of the note was: "Sir Valek, don't worry. Governor Smith gets more."

The Governor Smith was Valek's superior governor in the Black Heart Conspiracy Group!

Not only that, even the descendants of Asuman paid attention to Governor Smith during an inspection and thought he was capable of taking on the task.

The original words of the descendants of Asuman were:

"Tsk, I didn't expect that there was such a fierce general under the command of the Supreme Overlord. Governor Smith is not bad, he is a talent.

In the future, I will give Smith more souls and invest resources in such people. I feel relieved!"

Valek burst into tears. He realized it.

He was too slow and took too many detours.

He finally knew why Lord Smith and his colleagues were afraid of him and even wanted to get rid of him.

It turned out that he was the only one loyal to the Supreme Overlord, and he was the only one who was doing his best to eliminate the traitor.

He was out of step with his superiors and colleagues, and was even unwilling to accept the gift from the descendants of Asurman, which made them feel threatened.

Naturally, he would be feared and hostile.

After all, if he didn't take the gift from the descendants of Asurman, how could Lord Smith feel at ease?

"Hahaha!"

Valek suddenly pulled off the tubes on his body, grabbed the high-level soul potion in the box and poured it into his mouth, enjoying the pure soul.

The high-level Supreme Fantasy Series Soul Potion is so wonderful, worthy of being a gift from the descendants of Asurman.

After the archon figured it out, all his illnesses were cured and he was full of energy.

He already knew what he should do.

Not only should he take the gift from the descendants of Asurman, but he should take it fiercely.

Then follow Lord Smith's footsteps and make progress with his colleagues! ——

Outskirts, Sparos District.

The entire temporary Redemption Satellite District base took action and began the transfer activity.

Now that the situation has changed and the influence of the descendants of Asurman has increased, more areas have been controlled, and relevant personnel can go to the suburbs of Comoros as planned.

At the same time, one after another transport sailboats loaded with soul potions went to various regions of Comoros.

The most elite Mandela Shadow Weaver team also carried special mechanical devices and rushed to the central city, aiming at one of Victor's bedrooms.

The troops under the command of the descendants of Asurman were full of energy, and they all saw the possibility of winning this struggle.

"I hope everything goes well..."

Before boarding the sailboat, Ron looked back at the bustling scene, but frowned.

Because he sensed the fluctuations from the subspace, a storm was quietly brewing.

What's more troublesome is that there are not many sacred ashes weapons in the Savior's territory, and it is difficult to place the sacred tower on the webway. Perhaps he will face a crisis that he cannot cope with.

Ron buried these concerns in his heart, and then boarded the sailboat. An area in Comoros was waiting for his arrival...