Warhammer: From Planetary Governor - Chapter 479

Boom boom boom——

The Thorn-class frigate launched more than a dozen sickle-shaped missiles, completely destroying the human smuggling transport ship’s remaining poor shields and main turret.

Seven assault sailing ships carrying gang-hopping troops activated their mimic engines, shielding electromagnetic frequencies and blending into the night sky.

They quickly approached the transport ship and used dark matter beams to melt holes in the armor one after another.

Soon, the jump gang troops on the assault sailing ship drove in with the Devastator aircraft, bombing the facilities along the way and clearing out any resistance.

The simple defense system in the transport ship could not stop it at all, and the armed servitors fell one after another.

The eyeless Ugur ghouls rely on their keen sense of smell to find their way to the bridge.

The warriors of the cabal are like dancers in the dark night, using gorgeous scimitars, daggers or any other weapons to destroy the enemy’s vital parts.

Their advance was rapid, clearing a safe path for the consuls.

Hiss~

The snake bodyguard followed a nightmare warrior, squirming forward, vigilantly searching for any traces.

“My dear, this ship is more valuable than expected…”

Randall uses the communication to flirt with Pamper.

The Archon was covered in ferocious, slender pitch-black armor, and slowly floated into the ship’s cabin with the help of anti-gravity facilities.

He didn’t like to set foot on slaves’ grounds, as that would undermine his nobility.

Randall looked at the servitor’s blood mixed with machine oil flowing on the ground and couldn’t help but feel contempt.

Humans are a humble race.

Their blood is not worth mentioning and is only worthy of becoming slaves and materials for soul furniture. In fact, he prefers to call those guys beasts with thin skin and tender flesh.

It’s best to peel them all and use them to make furniture.

“Hurry up and finish this job, you bastards. We have to return as soon as possible.”

Randall urged.

He hoped to return to his pillager dormitory as soon as possible and enjoy the painful wails of the beasts on the soul furniture.

However, as the plundering party advanced deeper and deeper, the Archon became uneasy.

Except for the initial servitor.

They didn’t seem to find any “fine-skinned beasts,” let alone any valuable cargo.

What about the crew and escorts on the transport ship?

“Master, the hunter…the prey is still alive, they just left…”

The snake bodyguard’s mouth full of sharp teeth spat out rough Eldar language, as if he was warning something.

More information came together, pointing to one result – it was an empty ship.

“No, it’s a trap!”

When Randall heard this, his heart suddenly tightened.

He was extremely vigilant and immediately issued a retreat order: “All personnel retreat and return to our ship!”

Unfortunately it’s too late.

A gentle voice came out from the entire ship’s broadcast communication at the same time, speaking in the ancient Eldar aristocratic language: “I’m sorry, an unknown Archon.

I am the rescuer… well, I am a descendant of the noble Asuman family – Raphael Asuman…”

Ron told his disguised identity in the Eldar language, a descendant of an ancient Eldar family that can be traced back to the War in Heaven and has now disappeared without a trace – Asuman.

The name “Raphael” means “divine redeemer” in the Eldar language.

He continued: “I’m sorry, this is a trap. We will take away your ship and everything. As compensation, I will mercifully give you a small gift…”

This sudden change caught the entire raiding team off guard.

The unknown and out-of-control fear is spreading.

“Damn it!”

Without any hesitation, Randall contacted his mistress, the Lemien witch.

He roared: “Elise, activate all defense systems, we have fallen into another executive’s trick, they want to seize the ship!”

In his mind, only another consul would dare to frame him in this way.

However, a familiar voice came from the other side of the communicator, exactly the same as the one on the radio: “Who are you looking for, Elise?

Oh, that little sweetheart is in my arms, Ms. Elise seems to have someone looking for you…”

The communicator seemed to be stuffed into the arms of the enchantress.

But Elise seemed to be ravaged by big hands, making some unclear sounds that sounded like pain or moaning.

She had no way to answer communications.

“Damn it, damn it!”

Randall was completely red-hot and crushed the communicator violently. The air in his lungs was so tight that it was about to explode.

He had never been so humiliated since he was born, like a clown in a theater.

“Plunder Team, come back with me and cut that damn bastard into pieces!”

Randall tightly squeezed the poisonous blade in his hand and vowed to give the Archon named “Raphael” the most terrifying pain in the galaxy.

He wants to cut the other person into a human pig, give it to the Haemonculi to be canned into a toilet, and accept the slaves’ filthiest excrement forever!

Woo~

Before Randall and others could rush back to the entrance, a piercing alarm sounded in the cabin.

It was a small gift left by Ron, and the self-destruction program was activated.

What’s even more frightening is that many areas of the ship are filled with powerful explosives.

“***!”

The consul cursed blankly, and in fear, he and the plundering team were engulfed in the flames of the explosion.

The entire transport ship was destroyed in the violent explosion, along with all the lives inside.

Ho–

Half of Randall’s body flew away with the fragments of the explosion.

He gasped hard, and his body gradually recovered with the help of the soul machine. At the same time, he realized that he was drifting towards the plunder ship.

This gave him a glimmer of hope.

As long as he could get back on the ship, there would be a chance!

But the next moment, the archon saw a desperate scene.

On the observation porthole of the plunder ship, a figure was looking at him. It was the conspirator who designed him!

At this moment, the guy was hugging Iris and nodded slightly to this side.

As if saying goodbye.

The engine of the plunder ship suddenly lit up and entered the high-speed flight mode.

And Randall was also rushed into the boundless galactic void by the flames.

“No!”

He realized that the nearest planet here was hundreds of light years away, and he felt more and more angry and desperate.

This archon who tortured countless lives will drift alone in the void, trapped in endless imprisonment until his soul is completely devoured by the hungry lady.

……

The Thorn-class frigate flew at high speed.

Inside the cabin.

“A devil scarier than Mandela!”

A bloody killing was going on, but the killer was not the Eldar pirates, but an extremely dangerous human warrior.

The former abuser became a weak lamb.

In the hall, bloody remains were scattered all over the floor.

A nightmare warrior roared and swung his sword to try to fight back and chop off the enemy’s head.

They are one of the most elite troops in Comoros, a cruelly trained killing machine, and a warrior group famous in the galaxy.

In the society of the Dark Eldar, only killing superiors can improve personal status, so most of the archons will not give security tasks to members of the conspiracy.

And the completely neutral, contractual, and powerful armed groups like Nightmare are very popular in the mercenary market in Comoros.

They are one of the best candidates for bodyguards.

Randall spent a huge amount of money to hire two nightmare warriors as bodyguards. One followed him on the transport ship and died, and the other stayed on the plunder ship to protect the spoils.

However, the hostile archon quickly occupied the bridge by teleporting and boarding.

He ordered everyone to surrender.

The Nightmare Warrior refused such an order that violated the contract and led some warriors to resist.

But they soon realized that they had encountered a terrifying killing beast.

The Nightmare Warrior’s blade was broken, followed by a heavy blow that made him dizzy.

Then, his head was pinched and twisted off by a pair of big hands.

Dark red blood was sprinkled all over the human warrior’s body, and the blood slowly flowed along the scar on his face, making him look even more terrifying.

An elite warrior of the Dark Eldar died just like that, without any ability to fight back, and completely shocked the other warriors of the conspiracy.

“Enough, Titus.”

Ron’s voice came out, stopping the warrior’s actions to prevent him from killing all the warriors.

He looked at this tough guy who could tear the big demon apart with his hands, and was quite satisfied.

His investment was simply a blood profit.

Now, all the legendary equipment of Titus has been modified into the style of the Dark Eldar, which makes him look more violent.

He now appears as the bodyguard of his Dark Eldar clone.

This identity is normal.

Comoros is a trading port dominated by the Dark Eldar, and the objects of trade are all over the galaxy. Almost all races have trade relations with them.

There are also many human and alien mercenaries and pirates serving them.

So the archons will choose various powerful beings as their bodyguards.

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If you are rich enough, you can even invite some poor Space Marines to solve your opponents.

Given this social environment.

Ron can more boldly incorporate his warriors into the Redemption Conspiracy Group and exist as mercenaries.

For example, Titus, the Dread Warriors or the Greenskins, etc.

Now, what he urgently needs to solve is the problem of his identity.

He has to become a real archon of the conspiracy group, own a piece of territory and his own Dark Eldar team.

Then you can continue to pull people in, gather wealth and hire more dark elves.

Let them serve you.

“You should feel lucky…”

Ron slowly walked out of the darkness and came to the front of everyone, every move was so elegant.

He glanced at the conspiracy warriors and said in the ancient accent he learned from Aisha:

“You lowly guys got rid of Randall, the rubbish, and ushered in the truly noble Archon, the descendant of the Asurman family.

The great Raphael Asurman, the future supreme king.

If I hadn’t had no one to use, you wouldn’t have gotten any attention even if you knelt on the ground and begged.”

“Asurman family?”

Iris couldn’t help but widen her eyes when she heard this term, and her hand subconsciously covered her mouth.

As the Lemien witch of the Lilitu Sisterhood, she had studied the epic of the ancient elf empire and knew the legend of this ancient family.

The Asurman family can be traced back to the glorious period of the ancient Eldar Empire. The family name is related to the ancient Eldar goddess of life, Aisha, and generations have served as noble priests.

Unfortunately, after the disaster that caused the Eldar to fall, the Asurman family disappeared without a trace.

It is said that the family perished after the fall of the gods, and some data show that they are hiding in the depths of some ruins.

Iris looked at the man who pinched her not long ago, her eyes slightly shining.

This existence really looks like a descendant of a noble ancient family.

He is taller than the average dark elves, and his skin is slightly white, not just brown and black.

The gorgeous robe he wears is the style of the ancient elves empire, and the material of the clothes is a precious craft that has been lost.

The adventurers of Comoros can occasionally find some pieces of cloth in the ruins and sell these precious relics to the nobles.

Those nobles will fill their clothes with them as luxury decorations.

“Is that… the purest soul energy?”

Iris sniffed and smelled the breath emanating from the descendant of Asurman.

She suddenly had an unbearable desire and was more and more shocked.

That was pure soul energy. She had only smelled such a fragrance briefly once when she passed by the workshop of a certain Haemonculus master.

The memory is deep.

But the pure soul fragrance emanating from this descendant of Asurman was even stronger and more attractive than that.

That was something that any noble would greedily inhale, and he actually let it evaporate around him, which was simply too extravagant to be believed!

That was just a special soul perfume that Ron concentrated and extracted using soul healing potions.

The pure energy from the Eldar goddess of life was simply a racial special attack.

If it weren’t for the heaven-defying stuff like the subspace extraction device, there would be no way to get the special life energy into the real universe.

Soul perfume is mainly used to enhance the status.

He hoped that wherever he walked, there would be a luxurious soul fragrance left, and the extremely precious and life-saving stuff would evaporate in the air all the time.

Let the dark Eldar envy, hate, shed tears of inferiority, and even lick the road he walked.

This is true nobility.

In fact, Ron’s identity is not really a disguise, but a deliberate lowering of the status in order to avoid influence.

The so-called Asurman family is just a family favored by the gods of the Eldar.

And he himself has been to the gods of the Eldar. From a certain perspective, shouldn’t he beat the so-called Asurman family?

Of course, after the great disaster when the Lord of Pleasure was born and the long time of erosion, Aisha’s faith in the Eldar is almost zero now.

It needs to be slowly restored.

Nowadays, the nobles in the dark city of Comoros are all poor people.

The supreme overlord Asdubal Victor was born a slave, how can he be compared with the descendant of his ancient family.

Soon, I will let those low-class people in Comoros see what a real noble is.

Iris’s voice was a little hoarse, and she couldn’t help but kneel on the ground:

“Ah… Lord of the Asurman family, I, Iris, the Lamien witch of the Lilitu Sisterhood, am willing to serve you.”

The warriors of the conspiracy group also realized the nobility of the people in front of them, and they all knelt on one knee and bowed their heads, performing the etiquette of the Eldar.

To show his submission.

Even the hound-like Ugur ghoul was slapped by the warrior next to him, whimpering and lowering his head with his butt sticking out.

When the warriors lowered their heads, they tried to breathe in, trying to inhale more soul power in the air.

But they didn’t dare to move too much, so as not to anger this lord.

They knew that the temper of the nobles was more terrible than the most ruthless archons, and they didn’t want to be made into strange objects.

Suffering eternal torture.

Although the warriors of Comoros like to kill their superiors and replace them, they still dare not offend those who are far superior to themselves in ability and status.

It’s like people will obey the orders of the supreme overlord Victor, even if they die.

Because the fate of disobeying the overlord is much more terrible than death.

Ron didn’t have any expression, but just looked at the dirty ground full of corpses with disgust: “Clean up here, these things are yours.”

He pointed lightly with his hand, then turned and walked towards the archon’s room.

Titus stared at the warriors, and dumped a box of soul healing potions on the dirty ground like dumping garbage.

Then he turned around and followed the adult.

Iris looked at the potion sealed in a test tube on the ground with a little sediment, her eyes full of desire.

There was high-quality soul power in it.

Even if I were to exchange it, I would need to accumulate resources for several months!

In fact, it was a relatively low-end potion.

Ron listened to the advice of a wise consultant and adjusted the soul potion.

The lowest-end version of the potion is a large-scale diluted version, which only contains a trace amount of life or soul energy, and has only a little healing effect.

Except for a trace amount of medicinal effect, the rest are chemical products that are not poisonous enough to kill people.

After that, the higher the level of the potion, the more complete the medicinal effect, and the more explosive and irritating substances will be added.

From the low-end dilution to the high-end concentrated version, it is divided into about ten levels, and there are different series.

Now, these low-level warriors are only given the low-end products of the third level.

Iris hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t dare to pick it up. The adult didn’t say he would give her these.

She knew what she had to do, and quickly followed the adult.

The warriors didn’t dare to pick it up because the ground hadn’t been cleaned yet.

They tried desperately to clean up the remains and blood on the ground as much as possible, hoping to get the wealth as soon as possible.

They almost licked it with their tongues.

No one would be stupid enough to anger that existence, and as for the stupid ones, they wouldn’t have survived in the dark land like Comoros until now.

Everyone knew.

As long as they served well, the noble descendant of the Asuman family would give them more and purer souls.

The only thing they needed to do was to give everything and get the recognition of that adult!