Chapter 504 - Savior: Is it possible that I predicted the enemy&Chapter x27;s prediction?

"The ignorant lifted the curtain of the feast and put the rope around his neck..."

Victor looked down at the Soul Potion Fall below and smiled with satisfaction.

He finally collected enough souls that he had longed for.

The Supreme Overlord ignored the chaos in the central city because someone would solve it.

He turned back to the bedroom and walked into a passage lifting device.

The lifting device fell into the twisted edge of the mesh and was swallowed into a bloody passage with a top facing downwards.

After that, it will drop rapidly and then fall.

Before Victor's eyes were sweeping machines full of hooks and twisted flesh, pale light in the darkness, and hell slums piled up.

It was filled with countless exiles and deformed slaves.

He did not care about these irrelevant things, but looked at the curtain at the edge of the net.

What can be seen from the naked eye is a red tide, which is filled with strong desire, and traces of joy, pain and torture are everywhere.

Even the supreme overlord had a hint of fear in his eyes.

Those beings that are not real and are not alive and immortal.

He revealed the ancient elves: "The Unborn, the Fragments of God, Sartan..."

One of the names of those terrifying creatures, but the Galaxy has a common name for them-the Demon.

Victor is undoubtedly afraid of demons, and more precisely, he is afraid of the existence behind these demons who are called "gods".

The one he feared the most was that hungry lady, the eternal nightmare of the Dark Spirit clan.

As long as He still looks at Comoros, he will never have peace and his life is in danger.

What's even more troublesome is that Ms. Hungry is increasing her invasion of the net, eroding the curtain between the net and the subspace bit by bit.

If not stopped, more cracks will appear in the Comoros's net curtain soon.

The thirsty lady's vision will be completely projected onto the Comoros, and no one can escape His pursuit.

Including Victor himself.

He had no confidence in facing a "god" who led to the fall of the Spiritual Empire.

The residents of Comoros don't know about this yet, and they don't need to know about it.

That only causes more confusion.

No one knows that the culprit of all this is Victor.

He repeatedly used taboo artifacts and demons to attack competitors in Comoros, causing the curtain of this ancient creation to be overwhelmed and become weaker.

Victor did not like such instability and threats, so he began to look for power that could resist subspace.

He soon discovered the perfect power to resist subspace - the Emperor of Humanity.

The Emperor is a natural psychic, with an unparalleled body and will, even demons and gods are afraid of it.

Although he became a skeleton on the throne, he still kept the curtain of the Internet.

Shelter the human empire from the devil's tide.

Comoros in the Internet need such capabilities.

Victor was extremely excited and immediately sent an envoy to contact the blood actors and gained their trust through conspiracy and deception.

Finally, I obtained the technology I wanted and the emperor genes.

"Those short-lived species thought they had destroyed my plan, but they didn't know that the real conspiracy was hidden from sight and bloomed in places where no one could know."

Victor thought proudly.

He played all the short-lived species, including the pretentious guys in the Emperor Palace, who were indeed stupid enough.

After obtaining the casting technology of the Black Throne and the genes of the Emperor and Primros, the Blood Actress Association immediately began experiments on the throne and clones.

This experiment lasted for thousands of years and consumed countless resources, especially the soul.

The technological differences between humans and elves require the use of a large amount of soul energy to convert and make up for.

It was originally planned that the Black Throne and clone would take hundreds of years to complete.

At that time, the demons might have invaded, and the experiment is very likely to fail under the influence of the demons.

Fortunately, the descendant of Asoman was so stupid and generous, providing a large amount of soul.

Instead, it led to the success of the experiment.

The lifting device accelerated, and Victor passed through the abyss and ancient cornerstones, glimpsing dark tunnels that seemed to reach the roots of the Milky Way.

They are like the extremely greedy souls of the Dark Spirit clan, trying hard to devour all the light.

Then there is a huge underground space with a lot of people.

"Hurry up, a damn slave!"

"All slave workers speed up and close this pipeline!"

Tens of thousands of structuring machines, more conspiracy groups warriors, and tens of millions of slaves of various races are working hard to build.

Many aircraft responsible for surveillance hovered in the air, executing any slaves, traitors or slack people who might affect here.

Except for a few existences, any life entering this place cannot go out again.

There is no day and sun.

This huge project has spawned a magnificent machine that is still expanding.

All the looted parts, remodeled elements and reverse engineered structures form a huge mechanical forest aggregate.

It is like a huge fortress buried deep underground. In the center of the fortress, there is a throne that exudes deterrence and is fixed layers, surrounded by special runes and psychic link facilities.

That is the Black Throne.

The blood actors mastered the construction technology of the throne, and then drove researchers and mechanics from various races to truly create the throne belonging to the Dark Spirit.

It is much better than the roughly pieced together golden throne of the Emperor.

Even before the machine was started, it had accumulated unimaginable psychic power.

Victor walked out of the elevator and walked forward in the private passage, which was one of the places closest to the throne.

He looked at the black throne and pulled out his signature sneer:

"The short-lived species misunderstood the function of the throne. If they knew the truth about the throne, I am afraid no one would accept it.

They are absolutely unwilling to believe that the existence of their race, which is called God, is related to a machine.

In other words, it is the machine that allows the user to go deeper into the subspace, thereby absorbing more faith or energy.

In this way, he can be promoted to a higher level of life - God!"

Victor's eyes were slightly blue, and his expression suddenly revealed a trace of uncontrollable desire.

Although he is an immortal species, an immortal ruler, and even older than the hungry lady.

He has lived for a long time.

But compared with the real God, he is still a little worse, that is the essential difference.

The supreme overlord does not want to be controlled by any existence, nor does he want them to look down on his back.

"If you don't reach that level, you will always be a low-level existence, and you don't even have the qualifications to face it..."

Victor murmured.

For example, now, the unpredictable God of Tricks and the Lord of Change are stirring up his ambitions.

And he can only passively bear it, but can't do anything about Him.

This is extremely painful for a ruler.

Of course, Victor is also using the Lord of Change to obtain deeper secret knowledge with the help of Him.

He also knows that His real purpose is to use him as a chess piece to attack the hungry lady.

There are also fierce struggles among the gods.

"But who would have thought that this chess piece is about to jump out of the chessboard and become one of the controllers of the chessboard?"

Victor has a will and hatred that ordinary people can hardly imagine, and he has come to this point as a slave.

Become one of the most terrifying existences of galactic power.

Not just in Comoros.

The armed forces under his command plundered the galaxy, spreading more fear and hatred.

Everyone knew it.

Victor was deliberately shaping fear and hatred.

Ever since he knew the secret of how to ascend to godhood through the warp, he had been preparing for all this.

It is not easy to become an existence of that level.

Four of the eight legendary paths to godhood in the warp have been firmly occupied and difficult to shake.

And the erosion and destruction among them is about to be occupied by the short-lived emperor, so he can only choose other paths.

In the end, the path chosen by Victor is greed and dissolution.

It foreshadows the hatred that hovers in the warp and contains everything, just like the eternal dragon feeding on its own tail.

Extend the hatred and point it to itself.

And chaos is its essence, and confusion is its synonym.

In such self-destructive hatred.

There are no allies except a new and more unpredictable existence itself.

However, it is not so easy to climb the path to godhood, and one must create corresponding changes in the galaxy or the warp by oneself.

To reshape the cognition of many lives, forming faith or other emotional changes.

It can be positive or negative.

This makes no difference to the Chaos Subspace, and will eventually be twisted to the corresponding path.

Victor's choice is to rely on the Dark Eldar to create more fear and hatred, and point these to the capricious self.

Let the life of the galaxy fear and hate oneself, which is also a manifestation of faith.

The emotions and soul power of the Dark Eldar are so strong that they have bred many gods, and even gave birth to the Hungry Lady.

Even after the Great Fall, the cousin of the Dark Eldar, the Ark Eldar, still gave birth to the powerful prototype of the god-the god of death, Inijed.

Today, the Dark Eldar and many lives have gathered thousands of years of fear, hatred and torture, which will inevitably give birth to a powerful force.

"The countless fearful and hateful souls hovering in the dark city of Comoros are so beautiful..."

Victor gave an order to execute a group of human slaves, and then closed his eyes to feel the souls that died because of torture.

The unknown power gathered in the Dark City has increased a little bit.

He showed enthusiasm on his face: "This is enough to make my ordinary body rise to the level of a god and become the greatest miracle in the galaxy."

A once humble slave ascended to the level of a god, what a shocking feat!

Victor couldn't wait to sit on the painful Black Throne and complete it all.

Unfortunately, he couldn't yet.

Because the "key" to the Black Throne had not been created yet, but it would be ready soon.

Victor's own essence in the Warp was too weak, and therefore he hated and envied those who had a strong essence but refused to accept it.

For example, the short-lived Primarch Guilliman and the Imperial Regent.

He was so wasteful that he refused to accept all this for the so-called justice and the lives of the short-lived race.

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

The emperor of the short-lived race was even more so, and the power he gathered was so huge.

He could have ascended to godhood at any time, becoming the Dark Lord, one of the most powerful gods, but he refused to take that step.

How stupid!

Victor didn't understand what those guys were doing.

If he could become a god, what would happen if he sacrificed everything?

If sacrificing all the Dark Eldar could make him stronger, he would do it without hesitation.

"My Lord, the creation of the key has entered the final stage..."

The Haemonculus Master came to report.

He was looking forward to the key allowing the Supreme Overlord to obtain the Warp Godhood and then cut off the tentacles of the Hungry Lady on the Webway.

In this way, the Dark Eldar would have their own god, and it would be a more vicious and cruel existence that could fight against other Outer Gods.

That was the only hope for the Dark Eldar.

Victor nodded with satisfaction.

This was what he needed, a key that contained the Emperor's blood, genetic sequence, and a body that imitated his unparalleled power.

Under normal circumstances, he could not use the Black Throne.

Not only him, but even the powerful beings of the Eldar Empire could not withstand the impact of the throne.

But the short-lived Emperor could.

With the shell as the key, he can deceive the biological interface of the throne and guide the potential psychic power in it.

This will allow Victor to integrate into the warp and absorb the twisted power that the Dark Eldar and more life have gathered in Commorra for thousands of years.

So as to go deeper into the path of greed and dissolution, gain divinity, and become another level of life.

In this way, he will be able to use the Black Throne to cut off all the tentacles of the Hungry Lady reaching out to the Webway.

Better control of the Webway buildings including Commorra.

Those Chaos Gods and even the Emperor can't do anything to him.

Even the Webway occupied by other life can be seized, such as the control of the Webway in the Savior's territory.

Those short-lived species are not qualified to occupy such ancient buildings.

"This is all I have done for Commorra and the Dark Eldar, becoming a god to protect this place.

It's a pity that it is not understood..."

Victor sighed.

But he quickly restrained his emotions and walked into the depths of the tunnel, heavily protected by many forbidden artifacts.

Now no one can stop me from ascending the Black Throne and becoming a god...

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"Descendants of Asurman, it is forbidden to give any souls to Victor!!!"

? ? ?

Ron received an unknown warning and became nervous.

What's going on?

He looked at the information about the black-hearted conspiracy groups in various regions confiscating souls, and felt a headache.

This warning came a little late.

I have already spent my soul reserves, and I guess there is no way to take them back.

Ron saw the secret contact location attached to the warning message, and then took people there.

See what kind of secrets the warner has mastered.

Not long after, Ron stood in the ruins of the dilapidated webway, and the cold wind blew.

He saw a bunch of clowns, real clowns.

"What are they doing, a drama performance?"

Ron was a little puzzled.

In his sight, those clowns appeared on the ruins with complex and smooth backflips, performing a tragedy of the fall of the Eldar gods.

He even saw the role of the goddess of life in it.

That should be the Harlequin Troupe of the Eldar, the masked space clowns of the Eldar?

It must be said that the Harlequin Troupe is still quite something.

They performed this tragedy very well, and even people like him who have no artistic talent were enjoying it.

The clowns of the Harlequin Troupe believe in the God of Laughter, Xigoqi.

That existence is similar to Tzeentch, a real man of fun and an expert in galactic planning.

Xigoqi protects the souls of the clowns of the Eldar from being corrupted by Slaanesh.

The tragedy ended, and the elegant and sad clown song sounded:

"Come, come all, a long journey awaits you.

Hear our call, may laughter be granted to you.

When you fall, do not be afraid of losing everything.

May the return set you free, brothers and sisters, friends and enemies.

Come and see our curtain call..."

Ron applauded politely, and turned to talk to Fok next to him: "This performance is really good, isn't it?"

Fok was a little involved.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Lord Asuman, this is the best performance I have ever seen."

"Right, I think we can invite the clowns to perform in the arena, that kind of stage is more suitable, but I don't know the price..."

Soon, the exaggerated laughter interrupted the conversation between the two.

Many Eldar clowns retreated, leaving only a clown dressed in an exaggerated manner and looking like a laughing god.

Seeing this, Fok also retreated tactfully, leaving room for the leaders of both sides to communicate.

Ron had noticed that guy a long time ago, because he always occupied the center position in the tragedy.

He could probably guess his identity, the noble incarnation among the clowns, the so-called big clown.

Only the big clown was qualified to dress up as the laughing clown.

He was equivalent to the "king" of the clown troupe, with the most exaggerated appearance and the best equipment.

He was usually the first to be targeted, and he would also be scolded: "Blow up that colorful stinky *B."

But there is no doubt that the other party is one of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

The big clown approached with an elegant dance and an oppressive posture, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Look... your fate is full of knots, and I happen to have a pair of scissors in my hand...

Or a pen?

After all, the great god of laughter is better at rewriting than cutting."

Damn it, I hate riddle people the most!

Ron cursed in his heart, trying to understand the meaning of the clown's words:

"You mean, I'm in a desperate situation, and only your gods can rewrite my destiny?"

The clown smiled and tiptoed and turned around in the form of ballet: “You stand in the middle of the stage, but you haven’t even read the title of the script.

Dance with me, at least the curtain call is to hear laughter rather than scream. ”

"So, you have the key information. Will it be a terrible end if I don't cooperate with you?"

Ron shook his head and hesitated: "The cooperation between the two sides should be based on friendship. Such threatening cooperation is unanimous."

Obviously, the clown or the laughing god behind him hopes to threaten and dominate himself.

This is used to solve these problems.

The big clown's entire exaggerated ugly face stretched out:

"You can certainly refuse, but when historians turn to this page, your name will only be 'the idiot who makes Fuggy laugh'."

Huh ~

Ron took a deep breath and took out the high-risk taboo artifact.

The clown was stunned for a moment and quietly took a few steps back.

"It is recommended that you talk to me in a normal tone, otherwise I will be crazy and I can't even control myself."

Ron looked serious: “If the news you call it is that the guy Victor wants to use the Black Throne and the Emperor clone to become a god, causing Comoros to fall into disaster.

Then there is no need to say it.

I predicted Victor's prediction, and those souls were given to him on purpose. ”

That guy Victor wants to go to the gods to sit on the toilet, and he also hopes to get the Emperor clone as soon as possible to deal with new threats while attacking the other party's rule foundation.

Ron knew Victor was in a hurry, but he was more anxious than Victor.

He continued:

"I also know that the Lord of Joy is about to invade Comoros, and that laughing god must have been frightened, right?

In short, the secrets and truths I know are beyond your imagination, and everything is in the plan! ”

As soon as the words fell, a heart-wrenching breath suddenly erupted from the ruins of the Internet.

A crack appeared on the curtain above, and many terrifying figures of demons appeared.

? ? ?

In an instant, Ron and the clown changed their faces.