Chapter 502 - Supreme Overlord: The descendants of Asurman are the saviors of the Primarch of Hope?

On the terrace.

The back of the Supreme Overlord Victor was motionless, and he seemed to have no reaction to this.

Snap——

A senior archon was attacked by an unknown attack.

He let out a shrill wail, and his personal protective force field and body were shattered in the twisting, turning into scattered debris.

This sudden attack stunned the senior archons, and they reacted immediately.

They lowered their heads and dared not look at the Supreme Overlord again.

Obviously, the strange attack was launched by the Supreme Overlord. The terrorist attack of the unknown relic made it impossible to resist.

Such attacks continued, and two more senior archons died in extremely tragic forms.

The breath of fear was spreading. Nothing was more frightening to the Dark Eldar than death without reason.

That meant that their souls might be taken away by the Lady of Thirst.

The contempt in the hearts of the senior archons was cut off, and they lowered their heads more laboriously, almost touching the ground.

In any case, this Supreme Overlord had the ability to take his life at any time, and he could not be desecrated.

At least they cannot desecrate it.

The entire terrace was silent, and the terrifying image of the Supreme Overlord Victor filled the hearts of the superior archons again, and no one dared to have any other ideas.

This is the result he hoped for.

Victor knew clearly that he had to be tough, and not even the slightest weakness or compromise would do.

Otherwise, those vicious and vicious archons would doubt whether he was weak and make tentative disobedience in various ways.

This is his weakness.

Once the rule formed by majesty and fear is torn apart.

Those accumulated greed and hatred will soon turn into a torrential flood and impact his own rule.

Therefore, even if he knew that the descendants of Asuman were secretly bribing his people, he could not choose to appease and win them over.

Or say that he doesn't mind, as long as he is loyal.

That is equivalent to showing weakness.

The only way is to thoroughly investigate and confiscate, and kill one if found.

Unfortunately, the descendants of Asuman bought too quickly, and he couldn't produce the same soul.

Instead, more souls are consumed every day.

So that the speed of checking the archons cannot keep up with the speed of their being bribed.

The archons in many areas have been bribed. They are cunning enough and are hard to distinguish.

Now, his majesty has been further hit.

Victor suppressed his anger and sneered in his heart. This is the situation he is facing.

Then he can only kill some people to suppress it.

The superior archons live like years, maintaining the same posture, not daring to move, for fear of attracting any attention from that existence.

Even a slight movement.

Because the superior archons who did so died, the remains and blood almost covered the soles of the survivors' boots.

I don't know how long it took.

"Ants, there are always some thoughts that they shouldn't have."

Victor was finally satisfied.

He slowly turned around and looked at everyone, his voice was extremely majestic and eerie:

"But remember - before your souls dry up, they are still my playthings; after your ambitions rot, they are just the humblest sacrifices in the dust of Comoros.

I allow you to struggle, because the wailing can nourish my authority; I tolerate your betrayal, because the blood can water my crown.

Now, crawl on the ground, while I..."

"...green, green, the Supreme Overlord is green!

The concubine of the Supreme Overlord, followed the descendants of Asuman..."

Suddenly, from the newly appeared subwoofer loudspeaker in the distance, a strong rhythmic music and passionate shouts came out.

These powerful sounds echoed in the terrace, completely destroying the terrifying atmosphere that the Supreme Overlord tried hard to create and maintain.

Extreme ridicule and joy.

Huh——

Victor almost lost his breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, more like a palace attendant who had lost his roots.

The clown position that had disappeared before returned to this existence.

His face turned red and green again, as if he had put on a clown nose, and he also realized that it was difficult to save it now.

"Archon, send all the armed forces of the conspiracy group to continue to clean up all the blasphemous machines, leaving no one behind!"

Victor could no longer maintain his original composure and gave the order hoarsely.

The archons dared not hesitate.

They quickly dispersed to carry out their mission, not daring to stay for a moment, for fear that their negligence would anger the Supreme Overlord.

Let themselves fall into a tragic fate.

"Descendant of Asurman, you are the first person who makes me hate you so much!"

Victor turned around and looked at the giant poster and sound generator that were destroyed by artillery fire again, almost biting his teeth.

He had been trying to cover up the physical defects caused by the hungry lady, and no one dared to reveal it.

Because once a concubine speaks out or expresses it in some form, it will be immediately destroyed by a special bomb set in the body.

Moreover, any concubine who reveals contempt will be executed.

Unexpectedly, the descendant of Asurman actually dug out this secret and dared to make it public.

What an extreme humiliation? !

In fact, Ron also hit the mark by accident, digging out the secret of the Supreme Overlord deep in Miss Beda's mind in the form of psychic torture.

Later, he also called the Blood Lingren Master Krunni to dismiss Miss Beida's special machines in order to allow the other party to cooperate with the propaganda.

"Green and green, the highest hegemony is green ..."

It didn't take long for the Mandela elite team to release another giant poster.

Start mocked the Master Gao's face.

This is their combat task. In any area where the most high hegemon appears, the 24 -hour uninterrupted playback speaker is uninterrupted, and the content will be rotated according to time.

Make sure that people who eat melon can hear fresh.

Victor took a deep breath, closed his ears, and did not want to hear any relevant content.

The most hegemon trembled, his fingertips deeply entered the palm of your palm, and then stepped into the depths of the palace.

Soon, the crisp sound of the golden iron came out in the shadow -it was a vibrato made when the special torture collided.

When the monster's servants screamed and pierced the curtain, the rusty blades cut through the satin, followed by the more sorrowful sorrow, mixed with the broken cracks of the skeletal being dismantled.

These horrible symphony float in the dark corridor.

After all of this end, the Higher hegemony walked out of the bedroom and returned to peace.

Throne hall.

Victor's seats carved by obsidian, the dark clues hang down like a living creature, next to several slaves with chains.

The highest hegemon recovered the lazy posture and cold eyes of the past.

He held his jaw with one hand, and the fingertips of the other hand hit the armrest with accurate rhythm. The green spark flickered with the knock on the light.

The leatherless body of the iron chain forest above the palace was struggling, and some mourning was squeezed out from time to time.

"I'm out of attitude ..."

Victor's previous behavior: "Perhaps the long rule made me forget -the fact that I was a slave.

I forgot that I kneeling in front of the nobles, swallowing every bite of remnants mixed with saliva and ridiculous.

Forget my forbearance and soberness when I face the humiliation, and the anger forging caused a sharp blade to the enemy.

At that time, I never afraid of any humiliation and the danger that may be facing, because I was always dangerous, and this was always the case. "

Victor suddenly grabbed a slave's hair, then pulled his collar, forcing him to look up at the slave brand of his neck.

No matter how much he changed his body, he deliberately retained the imprint of this shame to alert himself.

Victor seems to tell a story:

"Look, this is the brand given me by the ruler, but they are all dead, and my slave lives.

I lived a big degeneration, climbing up in this dark city, and every step engraved on the tower of Kormoro: never let anyone overlook my back!

Either use the enemy's bones to spread to the stairs leading to the throne, or let your backs be crushed as dust ... "

He threw the dumb slave, and his tone became more firm:

"The descendants of Asman are not the most powerful enemies I have encountered, nor the most dangerous one, let alone defeat me."

The highest hegemon has realized that although the tricks such as the descendants of Azuman can cause trouble, they must not defeat him.

It's not enough.

What's more, he also has a card that can lay the victory.

Victor was leaning on the throne.

He wants to see what kind of tricks do that guy.

The highest hegemon read the special black book again and checked the progress of the conspiracy and the latest information.

Soon, he found something.

The redeeming satellite areas and information in many areas have involved a clue.

That is, the descendants of Azuman have a close connection with the human savior, and there are many heavy coincidences in their behaviors.

"interesting……"

Victor's fingertips knocked on the portrait of the descendants of Asman, showing a sneer:

"It turns out that you are a traitor who colludes short -lived, or if you are willing to fall into them, or say ... are you the savior?!"

Nympho

Central urban area, high tower opposite the residence of the High Gao Gao.

"Well, today is a big day ..."

Ron walked along the twisted corridor to the tower terrace, looking at the towering tower -tower palace of the high hegemony in the distance.

He knew that Victor was there, and no matter how good he was, it was a commonly used avatar.

After so long, he finally had a certain strength in Komoro.

Nowadays, Ron disguisedly controls the many peripheral areas and dozens of core areas of Coros, which is equivalent to the area of ​​several galaxies.

And it is a area of ​​grid roads, which is many times more precious than the average galaxy planet.

It has mastered a large number of conspiracy regiments for armed forces.

This has the ability to break through the heavy blockade, transport a large amount of resources to all areas of Kormoro, and be able to come to the central urban area of ​​this dark city.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Formally declare war on the Victor's hometown.

Of course, you must win, and you must win quickly to get everything.

Otherwise, under the enemy's counterattack, the previous results will be extinguished and loses.

At that time, if you want to seize Kormoro, you can only invest countless troops and lives to slowly grind.

That's what everyone wants to see.

"Master Ausman, all regions ... soul resources are ready."

Iris reported in the communication channel.

The voice of the witch secretary was trembling. No matter how many times, she was still shocked and regretful when she thought of so many souls being thrown into Commorra.

For the Dark Eldar, this was equivalent to the Space Marines throwing their white gene seeds into the warp.

But no one could disobey the orders of the descendants of Asurman.

The wealthy being was so extravagant that he would only get more worship.

"It's not easy..."

Ron sighed and was very emotional.

It was really not easy for him to save so many souls.

The goddess of life, Aisha, had been soaking in the spring water for many years and was almost exhausted.

If it weren't for the energy of her little sun and the new belief of the Dark Eldar in the goddess of life.

I'm afraid she would have fallen asleep because of the excessive consumption of the essence of life energy.

The goddess had already resisted and cried, and even felt that such an experience was more uncomfortable than drinking plague soup.

Ron himself was a little guilty, making himself seem worse than the Lord of Plague.

He comforted Aisha for a long time before coaxing her.

He promised not to let her consume so much life energy in the future.

What's more, after this incident, the feedback from the Dark Eldar's faith will make the Goddess of Life even stronger.

After all, this is a race that has bred many gods with faith and spawned evil, and the quality of faith is still quite high.

Ron is looking forward to it. Today, he, the descendant of Asurman, will send souls to his fellow countrymen in Comoros.

Not only the residents of Comoros, the warriors of the conspiracy, etc., but also the Dark Eldar who are wandering in the galaxy and the warp will receive relevant news.

In short, the great and generous descendants of Asurman have sent souls in Comoros, and they should all come back to claim them!

Now the forces belonging to the Redemption Satellite Zone are all in operation, fully cooperating with this key operation, which involves the victory of the struggle.

Ron squinted his eyes and observed the palace opposite with a telescope.

When the telescope's view shifted to a terrace, the figure of Supreme Overlord Victor appeared in the round frame.

That was the first time he had actually seen this opponent.

Suddenly, the Supreme Overlord Victor, as if he had predicted the future, slowly turned his head and looked over here, with a smile on his lips.

Ron was startled suddenly, and suddenly moved sideways, with his hand on the telescope.

He looked at the palace opposite with a serious expression:

"He is so arrogant, the Supreme Overlord is not here with good intentions..."

Beside him, Archon Fok was a little nervous, and came over to correct weakly: "Lord Asurman, we... are the ones who are here, right?"

Ron typed something in the communicator and said:

"None of this matters, what matters is whether we can deal with him and win."

"Do you think we are safe here?"

Fok looked around uneasily, very scared: "We shouldn't be discovered by the Supreme Overlord, right?"

"It's quite safe, I feel relieved with you."

Ron didn't mind the fact that he was seen, and didn't tell Fok that the location had been exposed, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

Fok is not very strong.

But he had encountered the White Scar Primarch Khan more than ten times in the webway before, and he was attacked at close range, but he was not killed.

He also obtained a lot of weapons and wealth because of this.

I guess he has some lucky attributes, and he is a bit of a dark elf.

In Ron's opinion, sometimes metaphysics can play a better role than external strength in this world.

For example, the old one-eyed Yarick of the Empire can beat the greenskins who are not easy to deal with by the Space Marines with his mortal body, and even the greenskin warlords are not afraid of him.

That is close to the existence of the Primarch.

When some Chaos Warriors are unlucky, they will be killed by the big soldiers with the Empire's standard flashlights, and there are even outrageous rumors that the Khorne Demon was driven away by the peasants with pitchforks.

Therefore, he specifically named Fok to participate in this operation, just to get some luck.

At the same time, on the terrace of the palace opposite.

"My lord, should we bomb the area where the descendants of Asurman are located immediately?"

The superior archon lowered his head and asked the Supreme Overlord.

"Bombing? That will take away my fun..."

Victor shook his head and did not order the destruction of the building where the descendants of Asurman are located.

He knew that cunning rat, and before the absolute victory came, the other party would not appear in front of him in his true form.

That was just a meaningless attack, which would make him seem too afraid of the other party.

Victor wanted the descendant of Asurman to see with his own eyes how he won this victory:

"That rat will cut his own throat... and I just need to enjoy this dance of self-destruction."

The supreme overlord occasionally expressed his thoughts in a rhythmic, opera-like speech.

He looked at the terrace opposite with great interest, not worrying about what would happen next.

Buzz~

The hidden virtual projection device was running, projecting a hundreds-meter-high image body in the air.

The huge image body of the descendant of Asurman appeared in the streets of the central city, facing Victor's spire palace.

Ron waited for a while, and after making sure that there was no attack, he activated the virtual projection.

The reason why he dared to appear so openly was that he had studied the character of the old man Victor and knew his cautious and arrogant nature.

Thinking with Victor's thinking, instead of bombing his descendant of his Anceman and letting himself move the position, it is better to deal with it in a generous manner.

It is also convenient to monitor.

What's more, this is just a avatars, not worthy of great fangiers.

Keke!

Ron controls the virtual image speaker and is preparing to shout to the palace.

Suddenly, the opposite of his virtual image raised a black virtual image, which was the same huge body of the highest hegemon Victor.

In this way, the descendants of Azuman and the fastest hegemony stand face to face in the central urban area, fighting for the opposite side.

Attracted everyone's attention.

Ron stunned.

He has a feeling that his leading core technology seems to be learned by the other party.

However, there is nothing strange. It is easy to create such virtual image facilities with the technologies inherited by the dark spirit.

More advanced can.

"Desaman descendant."

Before Ron reacted, Victor's huge virtual image spoke, and a majestic voice echoed and passed on to a farther area in the streets of the central city.

That virtual image said with a review of the eyes:

"Your traitor of Komorlo, a rats who are good at disguised, are really surprising.

Who would have thought that your true identity is a short -lived seeding, or I should call you Ron Grant, humans ... savior? "

The words of the highest hegemon set off a stir.

All the onlookers, the conspiracy group warriors, and the residents of Kormoro widened their eyes and looked incredible.

The descendants of Azuman are the savior of human beings? Intersection

Not only the members of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group and the residents of Komoro were shocked, even the ruling and personnel in the satellite area were shocked.

Tower spire terrace.

Everyone's doubt looked at the descendants of Azuman.

Faced with all this, Ron took a deep breath without much panic.

He smiled slightly, and his voice passed to his virtual image through the speaker, spreading away:

"Yes, I am the savior ..."