Chapter 503 - Shocking, super powerful soul potion waterfall, everyone is excited? !
What?
The descendants of Azuman did not refute, making all the dark spirit people present stunned.
After a moment of silence.
The entire area was broken, especially those dark spirit clan who believed in the descendants of Azuman.
They have a kind of ridiculousness of faith, as if the sky has collapsed.
"No ... impossible, the descendants of Azuman can never be a short -lived ..."
Fick was panicked and could not believe this fact.
Any dark spirit clan, does not think that this generous and wealthy Asman descendant was pretended to be a short -lived species.
He couldn't believe it, he would admit it directly.
"But I must point out the errors in your remarks, the sinister and cunning Masters."
Ron quietly looked at people's reactions, and said, "I am indeed the savior, but it is not the savior of the human beings, but the savior of the Dark Spirit.
I am a descendant of the Ausman family, and the noble blood of the Ling Empire -Raphael Ausman.
I was born to save the Dark Spirit and end the suffering of my sad people ... "
Ron had a psychological preparation and plan for the disclosure of Victor's identity.
After all, the old guy is smart and cunning enough, and it is likely that this matter can be speculated by redeeming some clues in the satellite area.
Many traces are not easy to hide.
His choice of response is that he did not admit death.
Who can believe that the human savior will run to send warmth to the Dark Spirit.
Not only does the redemption satellite area provide asylum, but also provide perfect arena.
It also generously distributed the soul to reduce the pain caused by the lady and thirst.
For the dark spirits who like to fight in internal fighting, kill each other, and look at the soul, their dads are not so relaxed.
This is also the reason why Komoro has maintained the power of power for thousands of years in just a few years.
What's more, he has established a foundation in Kororlo.
As long as she can provide asylum and distribute souls, the Dark Spirit is no matter who you are.
The highest hegemon Victor is a pure dark spirit.
But how did he treat people?
Endless exploitation and brutal killings regard the dark spirit clan of Kormoro as slaves and play with the palms.
In this case, even if I really admit that I want the priest to save the world?
As long as there are enough, there will be a lot of dark spirit families who follow themselves, and the leading party will remove themselves to the Gao Gao.
Such things often happened in the empire.
Many planets were persecuted by the cruel eleven tax, one after another.
It's loyal than the pure titanium empire.
Of course, unless you have to do, you will not take the initiative to expose your true identity.
At least not now.
Sure enough, after Ron said these words, although some people kept questioning, most people chose to believe it.
Especially in the dark spirit family in the redemption satellite area.
In any case, it is difficult for people to admit that they have made the wrong choice, especially when they lose everything for this choice.
What's more, Komoro's people have long been used to the recurring impermanence and hypocritical lies of the highest hegemon.
The existence of poisonous blades when he liked to put on a smile, which was the reason why people were even more afraid.
They are afraid and do not trust, and they are more inclined to lie.
This is also one of the disadvantages of Victor, and Komoro's people have not believed in him.
The huge virtual image of Azuman's descendants raised his hand to the image of the highest hegemon, and said in an extremely firm tone:
"Asdabal Wictet, in three months, I will catch your slaves who have been stolen from the throne!
I will end the cruel rule of your tyrant and liberate all oppressed dark spirit clan. "
"This is the funny joke I have heard."
Victor did not respond too much, and made iconic sneer.
He did not put it on the identity of the descendants of Amman, but chose to skip it.
After seeing the response of everyone, the highest hegemon knew that through this, there was no way to have too much impact on the descendants of Asman.
What's more, he just guess that there is no fixed evidence, and throwing this matter is just a test.
If you continue to be entangled, you will only expose ugliness.
Find out the determined evidence, or create some evidence, and then slowly release it.
There are always some people who believe and objection.
As for the threat of the descendant of Azuman within three months.
He didn't even think of it.
Even intentionally condemned the descendants of Azuman to say these words and give more hope for victory.
"Hope is the sweetest poison."
Victor thought so: "When you count the Crown of the Crown Crown of Azumman's descendants, I am admiring the magnificent gesture of the conspiracy with the nourishment of hope.
Until this hopes to be completely devoured, ushered in endless wither and eternal winter ... "
He deliberately made the farce bigger, so that after he hoped that he would make more despair and fear.
In order to set off the terrible and invincible of the highest hegemon, people dare not give birth to any idea of resistance.
This kind of recruitment Victor has been used many times, and even deliberately trains the resistance behind the scenes.
Let them fall into the abyss when they are close to victory.
It was the failure and despair of the rebels that built his unshakable power.
Many of those rebels are still alive today.
They were concocted by secret methods, stripped of their skin and hung upside down in the iron chain forest of the throne hall, suffering extreme torture day and night, and uttering uncontrollable groans of pain.
Some of the pain has lasted for thousands of years.
This will warn all the archons who come to the throne hall, and then spread it through their mouths.
Let people realize a fact.
That is, never go against the Supreme Overlord!
Victor looked at the descendant of Asurman, and soon this pathetic rebel, the rat in the gutter, will become one of them.
He will personally participate in the concoction, which is also an honor.
After all, there are not many people who can make him, the Supreme Overlord, personally take action. Over the years, there are only more than ten.
"What are you going to do?"
Victor watched the performance of the descendants of Asurman with great interest, which was much more interesting than the pantomime of those slaves.
Ron controlled the virtual projection and gave a speech to the dark elves with great emotion.
After that, all the images will be spread to every corner of Comoros through his own propaganda machine.
This is also his usual method.
Ron promised the dark elves with great sincerity: "I, the descendant of Asurman, promise to all the people who have suffered from the hungry lady after the Great Fall.
I will not only let you escape the brutal rule of the Supreme Overlord, but also let you get rid of the torture brought by the hungry lady forever and usher in a new life.
These insignificant souls are the guarantee of my promise..."
The huge virtual image of the descendant of Asurman raised his hands: "... All the dark elves can enjoy it to their heart's content!"
As soon as the words fell.
Boom--
Several shadow-like transmission channels appeared in the area around the virtual image, and a steady stream of soul potions flowed to the ground from them.
It was like two waterfalls rushing down, flooding the entire street, so shocking!
"Soul, that is pure soul..."
On the street, the warriors of the conspiracy looked at the pouring soul potion, trembling and screaming: "These are all pure souls!"
All the dark Eldar present were deeply shocked, including those in the Redemption Satellite Zone.
Even if they knew that the soul potion would appear in this form, they were still inevitably shocked and unforgettable.
Many people knelt down and cried, and some residents of Comoros fainted because they were too excited.
If you have to describe this feeling.
It is equivalent to some war groups in the Empire that are deeply trapped in genetic mutations, waiting hard, and even willing to recycle gene seeds at the cost of the lives of their warriors.
Suddenly, the rain of gene seeds fell from the sky.
In this case, there is nothing to express such extreme emotions except kneeling down and crying and thanking the Emperor for his gift.
Now, the dark Eldar who witnessed the waterfall of soul potion are like this.
That is a pure soul that can save lives and relieve pain!
They watched the soul potion slamming to the ground, rushing to a farther place like a flood, and they were more and more shocked.
This was a grand scene that Ron deliberately created, which could leave a deeper impression.
Those soul potions that fell to the edge fell into the area of the next level and were picked up by many Comoros residents.
At this moment, no one believed what the Supreme Overlord said before.
Who said that the descendants of Asuman are short-lived? Can short-lived people give us souls?
Let alone short-lived people.
In this dark city, apart from the great and generous descendants of Asuman and the noble noble bloodline, who else would do it?
"We, the Dark Eldar, finally have a savior..."
"He is the black sun of Comoros!"
Some tortured and thin Comoros residents knelt on the ground with tears.
Now, no one doubts Ron's identity anymore, but regards him as a more noble existence.
More people hope that he can end the rule of the Supreme Overlord and become the new ruler.
But even so, not many people picked up the soul potions surging on the main street.
Unless the soul potion accidentally fell into their pockets or armor, the conspiracy warriors would hide it secretly, and they also lacked souls.
But soon, the crackling sound of glass shattering sounded.
Those soul potions that hit the ground and cracked and were oppressed at the bottom shattered, and the souls added with many explosive substances spread out.
A large number of broken soul potions formed groups of colorful smoke, which covered more areas with the wind and spread in the central city.
Yellow psychedelic, green painful, red excited, black manic and other fogs with different effects covered a large number of dark elves in the entire area.
That was a super strong soul fog mixed with many series!
No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!
Soon, all the dark elves who came into contact with the soul fog subconsciously absorbed it.
To fill the soul defects caused by the erosion of the hungry lady.
Instantly, the whole area cheered and got excited.
The dark elves could no longer control themselves, and their fear of the Supreme Overlord was suppressed.
They began to scramble for the soul potion on the ground, and more enthusiasm appeared.
"...Long live!"
Someone shouted, and it was like lighting a gunpowder barrel. People shouted and worshipped the descendants of Asurman.
Shocked the sky!
This was true for both the residents of Comoros and the warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy.
The scene was in extreme frenzy and chaos.
"Your plan is simply perfect!"
Fok looked greedily at the soul potions all over the ground, praising the extraordinary wisdom of the descendants of Asuman, and he almost jumped down to grab some.
But he still restrained his impulse.
These soul potions are nothing. As long as he does good things for the descendants of Asuman, he can even get a luxurious mansion that can resist the thirsty ladies.
And it is equipped with a pure soul swimming pool!
The descendants of Asuman only distribute low-end soul potions, which looks more numerous. There are also advanced versions, deluxe versions, and supreme versions.
Every time you increase a level, the effect is very different.
Even the advanced version of the soul potion is enough to compare with the beautiful souls carefully tortured by the Haemonculi.
Fok swallowed his saliva and tried to comfort himself.
He is a top household in the Redemption Satellite Zone, and he can't be like those country bumpkins in Comoros.
Losing control for such a small amount of soul.
Many dark elves who live in the Redemption Satellite Zone have a sense of superiority in their superior living environment.
"Hiss~"
Ron looked at the enthusiasm below and was a little dumbfounded.
This was not arranged by him at all, it was purely accidental. Who would have thought that the glass bottles of these soul potions would be so fragile?
Who designed those glass bottles? It seems that they have to be held accountable!
It is simply a low-quality product, which does not meet the standards of high-quality production.
But he soon thought.
He seemed to have guided the production of soul potions not long ago, and also suggested that the relevant personnel design the glass bottles to be thinner.
This saves materials while making it look crystal clear and more beautiful.
"The current design is not bad. It is normal for precious things to be fragile."
Ron rejected his previous idea and was satisfied with it.
The current scene is more influential and has triggered his inspiration. I feel that I can have more such carnivals in the future.
This is the tone of the dark elves.
His plan went very smoothly.
When these soul potions are spread and then confiscated by the Supreme Overlord, it will arouse the rage of the world.
Then I can implement the next plan.
...
Accompanied by the challenge and promise of the descendants of Asuman to the Supreme Overlord.
Not only the central city area poured a large amount of soul potions, but also the main streets in many areas of the entire Dark City.
A large number of transport sailboats loaded with soul potions rushed into the streets and spread the soul potions as much as they wanted.
Even the archons of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group did not order the destruction of the transport sailboats that appeared in their jurisdiction.
Those were boatloads of pure souls. Who would be willing to bomb and destroy them like this?
Even if they took a step back, it would be better to rob them than to destroy them.
More archons felt heartbroken. These pure souls were distributed to the residents like this.
It was a sin!
In addition to pouring soul potions in the main streets to create a shock, more of them were accurately distributed by the Mandela of the Shadow Legion.
These dimensional creatures shuttle through various areas with the help of shadows, giving gifts to everyone they meet, to ensure that any existence can receive gifts from the descendants of Asurman.
Today, those Mandrakes, the legendary terrifying nightmare monsters, are almost turning into errand boys, and are also lucky creatures and gods of wealth loved by the Comorians.
After all, whoever encounters them will not only not be harmed, but also get soul potions.
Moreover, the soul potions that the residents of Comoros get are random, and if they are lucky, they can even get advanced and deluxe versions of the potion.
It is almost equivalent to winning the lottery.
In Comoros, you can live a relatively wealthy life.
After getting the soul potion from the lucky nightmare monster, the residents of Comoros will also excitedly say a few auspicious words.
For example: "Long live the descendants of Asurman!", "Down with Victor!" and so on.
The dark city of Comoros fell into a carnival because of the selfless generosity of the noble descendants of Asurman.
Perhaps this is the happiest moment for the dark elves in thousands of years.
After all, since the Great Fall, the once dominant race in the galaxy has fallen into extreme darkness.
They feel like rats in the gutter, hiding in the webway to avoid the erosion of the Lady of Thirst.
The lower-level dark elves feel it even more deeply.
Not only do they have to suffer the erosion of the Lady of Thirst, but they also have to suffer the exploitation of the Black Hearted Conspiracy, and they can hardly get many souls.
As for the souls of intelligent creatures, don't even think about it.
That is for the nobles, archons and warriors of the conspiracy. Most of them can only absorb some residues, and some can't even afford wild beasts and birds.
They can only catch some small creatures in the pipeline to fill the hunger of the soul.
Most of these lower-level dark elves, nearly immortal longevity species, will not live for a hundred years and will die in the pain of soul exhaustion.
The unlucky ones will have their souls taken away by the Lady of Thirst after death, and fall into eternal torture.
There will be no liberation forever.
But now the residents of Comoros have descendants of Asurman, who can give them souls and promise to help them get rid of the torture of the Lady of Thirst.
He is... the savior of the Dark Eldar!
In addition to the residents of Comoros, the warriors of the conspiracy also received gifts from the descendants of Asurman.
When the warriors of the conspiracy were patrolling on the road or driving away the residents, nightmare monsters suddenly appeared and forced them to give them a bunch of soul potions.
They were all in disbelief: "I, a member of the black-hearted conspiracy, also have a share?
Even the enemies are given?"
This made the warriors of the conspiracy happy and had a good impression of the descendants of Asurman.
Because the soul potions they received were several times their usual income.
It was not easy for them to obtain souls. They had to risk being swallowed by the hungry lady or dying and plunder outside the webway.
Who would not be happy to get so many souls for nothing?
In short, today all the souls of the entire Comoros are covered by the descendants of Asurman!
……
On the terrace of the palace.
The superior archons issued one order after another, asking the conspiracy armed forces in various regions to control the situation and curb the chaos.
At the same time, all the soul potions were confiscated.
The Supreme Overlord still maintained a fear deterrent in Comoros, and no one dared to disobey.
Victor looked down at the chaos below, his body trembling.
But the face of the supreme overlord was... an excited smile, as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
"The descendant of Asurman's trick is good, using the gain and loss of souls as bait to incite the anger of the entire Comoros.
And this anger will eventually turn into a poisonous blade that stabs me..."
Victor looked up at the spire in the distance, where the descendant of Asurman, the rat in the gutter, was.
He seemed to have anticipated the situation in front of him and muttered to himself:
"Let me think, should you distribute poisoned weapons to the people of Comoros next?
Unfortunately, everything you did was a foolish struggle, and those souls helped me a lot!"
