Chapter 478 Savior: I, Zhenshengzi, the largest drug dealer in the galaxy
"Hey, Aisha is getting better and better..."
Ron experienced the goddess of life's dedicated and active service, and almost couldn't resist.
Ever since she received the crystal with the power of the Lord of Joy, she has been constantly learning the corresponding skills.
Hope to get more joyful power.
I also come over from time to time to communicate with her and make progress together.
At this moment, Aisha looked like a queen. Her tall yet muscular body was covered in black, close-fitting soft armor, and she was holding a thorn whip.
Similar to Sylvanas, the dark elf queen in her previous life in Warcraft, she has a different kind of allure.
Ron glanced from top to bottom and shook his head slightly: "It's not enough. Your temperament and demeanor must be more cold."
"Is that so, my savior."
Aisha looked down at the person in front of her, revealing a trace of herself, exuding an air of inviolability.
"That's right!"
Ron clapped his hands, very satisfied with the understanding ability of the goddess of life.
He made the other person like this not simply because he wanted to experience cosplay, but to shape his new image and turn him into a two-in-one spirit god.
Today, the Eldar are completely split into different branches. The Ark Eldar advocate restraint and reject pleasure and indulgence, while the Dark Eldar are in the completely opposite direction.
With the original image of the goddess of life, she might not be able to gain the faith of the Dark Eldar, so she would have to disguise herself.
For example, it slightly fits the image of the chaotic side.
This Eldar god can appear in front of the Eldar in two different forms and protect their souls.
The Goddess of Life was imprisoned by the Lord of Joy and the Lord of Plague, and was unable to protect her people.
Now within the protection of the Divine Sun, she was able to slowly exert influence over the Eldar.
Ron looked at Elsa who was like the Queen of Darkness and confirmed this image, which was quite exciting.
It is equivalent to the advanced version of the Dark Eldar Succubus.
"Then... wouldn't this be better?"
Elsa's posture is cold and cool, and she transforms into a lace and black stockings version, making her even more alluring.
Ron looked at the goddess of life and frowned: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
These words made Elsa a little nervous.
She maintained her cold attitude and returned to her previous appearance as the Queen of Darkness.
"Serve me."
Ron sat on the throne made of vines, changed his position slightly, and said so.
Ron struggled for a long time with the supreme god that the Eldar would believe in in the future, until he was exhausted.
That's not because he's not strong enough, but because the power of the Goddess of Life is growing, and it's on the life side. It's much stronger than Little Sun's essential recovery ability.
Of course, after using the dark side power, his combat effectiveness is still not weak, but it is explosive and cannot be maintained for a long time.
Ron felt that he had to absorb more faith and continue to become stronger, otherwise it would be hard to eat this soft rice.
Moreover, such relationships must be kept secret.
Otherwise, the Eldar knew that their gods were so connected to the savior of mankind, and they would not faint from crying.
After Ron took care of Elsa, he walked towards the Well of Life area.
The greenish psychic spring water inside the Well of Life is crystal clear.
This artifact is continuously collecting the energy of the goddess of life, forming some kind of power that can protect the soul.
As a deity of the Spirit Clan, she has special powers of protection for the Spirit Clan.
Not only that, but there is another stream of energy coming from the little sun that intersects with it.
He injected his own energy into it to better influence.
Soon, the special psychic power from the Well of Life will enter the bodies of the Eldar in the form of potions.
It's like the plague energy created by the Plague Lord affects the receptors in a certain way, affecting the matter and soul in reality.
Buzz~
There was a roar.
The large-scale subspace extraction device inside the Well of Life is extracting the energy into the real universe for utilization.
Ron didn't stay in the Garden of Life for long. After checking the situation of the Well of Life, he hurriedly returned to the real universe.
He had to check on the research progress of the soul healing potion.
The Goddess of Life did provide relevant techniques, but it is not that easy to create finished products in reality.
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Dream number.
Ground floor, biopharmaceutical laboratory.
Ron took the elevator down for nearly a kilometer and arrived at the deepest secret laboratory.
Over the years, there have been too many messy, invisible and taboo laboratories hidden in his flagship.
It can be said that it brings together the most cutting-edge technology in the galaxy.
This is also a more suitable choice. The ship structure from the golden age can resist more threats.
I travel around the galaxy all year round, and time is measured in years, so I can rest assured that these precious technologies stay with me.
Inside the biopharmaceutical laboratory.
Many energy pipelines transport special life energy from the subspace. The biological sages are conducting their own research here, and from time to time, the shrill wails of the Eldar aliens can be heard.
It is painful torture that goes deep into the soul.
"Has the soul restoration potion taken effect?"
Ron asked eagerly as he looked at the great sage and laboratory director walking over.
I don't have that much time to wait.
No one knows when the great division in Comoros will end. Once the turmoil subsides, he may lose this opportunity forever.
"Lord Savior..."
While processing the data, the Great Sage reported respectfully: "The first batch of medicines have been produced and are about to enter human trials."
"So fast?"
The progress of potion research was somewhat beyond Ron's expectations.
He was quite satisfied: "Then make arrangements and I will personally observe the process of the experiment."
Soon, everyone arrived at the laboratory where the Dark Eldar aliens were imprisoned.
It was a Dark Eldar assassin who was captured when Holy Terra assassinated the Savior, so he could become the target of the experiment.
At this moment, the Dark Eldar were wailing miserably.
His whole body was in decay, his face was old, his skin was withered, and even his teeth were falling out.
Not only is the body suffering from decay and pain, but the soul is also suffering.
The pain is chilling.
"Tsk, this is the fate of the Dark Eldar..."
Ron looked at this scene with some emotion.
Compared to humans, the Dark Eldar are extremely unlucky.
The Dark Eldar assassin's pain was not caused by the laboratory, but was caused by a birth defect, and he had to endure the decline of body and soul.
The older you get, the more serious this phenomenon becomes.
He does not have the protection of soul stones and soul circuits like the Ark Eldar, and is constantly being devoured and tortured by the evil energy of the Lord of Joy.
Even after death, there is no end.
The Lord of Pleasure will enslave their souls forever and ravage them to his heart's content.
In other words, you cannot live or die.
But poor people must be hateful, and these guys don't deserve any mercy.
The Dark Eldar are among the most amoral beings in the galaxy.
In order to resist the corrupting torture of the Lord of Joy, they explored a completely different path.
That is to use the painful torture of other lives' souls to fill the empty soul that has been sucked into one's own.
In other words, the Lord of Pleasure absorbs the souls of the Dark Eldar, and the Dark Eldar torture and absorb the souls of other beings to fill it.
In this way, you can continue your life and never tire of it.
Their top members can even achieve theoretical immortality by sucking souls.
For example, Victor, the supreme overlord of Comoros, used various technologies and sucked souls to live tens of thousands of years,
Those members of the Dark Eldar are all obsessed with a decadent and luxurious lifestyle.
Cultural traditions include flesh carving, carnivals, drug abuse, and more.
However, Ron felt that humans were not qualified to despise the Dark Eldar.
From the perspective of the entire galaxy, in the eyes of other aliens, the Dark Eldar are the most evil race after humans.
As for Tyranid and Greenskin, they are more like some kind of uncivilized beasts.
Although the Dark Eldar will plunder other races, at least they will not torture the souls of their own people, let alone take the initiative to destroy other alien civilizations.
In other words, the Dark Eldar are just trying to grab a wave, while humans are aiming for extinction by gunfire.
Especially those extremists who, smelling the smell of aliens, went over and bombed other people's planets from orbit, leaving no trace behind.
If he becomes ruthless, he will even exterminate his own people.
Moreover, humans have also developed various uses for their own souls.
The most typical ones are psykers, cherubim, servitors, whippers, etc.
These beings are often installed into various machines and endure endless pain in the name of faith.
The Tau, the moral pacesetters in the galaxy, have strongly condemned this act, declaring that humans are the most cruel and evil race in the galaxy.
A certain Haemonculi master, after visiting the Golden Throne, praised it as the most magnificent and amazing mental torture machine ever created.
Ashamed of myself.
If someone looks at the problem from the perspective of human tragedy, they will suddenly find that the bad guy is myself?
But Ron won't condemn, it's all about survival.
Humans in the past had no choice.
Now that I have the opportunity, I hope that the human race can become more and more civilized, and there is no need to be too extreme when it comes to aliens. Kill what needs to be killed, and use what needs to be used.
"Great Sage, speed up the experiment."
Ron urged.
He could tell that the Dark Eldar assassin was about to die physically because he had not absorbed souls for a long time.
My own laboratory does not have the physical resurrection technology like the Haemonculi.
When the time comes, he will have to go to the Alien Tribunal to find a group of suitable experimental subjects.
Amid everyone's nervous mood, the mechanical arm injected a tube of greenish medicine into the body of the dying Dark Eldar assassin.
Waiting for the potion to take effect.
After a few seconds, the wails of the Dark Eldar assassins stopped abruptly.
"Lord Savior, we succeeded!"
There was a hint of excitement in the electronic voice of the Great Sage, and he quickly called up a number of data: "The physical and spiritual decline of the experimental subject has temporarily stopped, and the pain has also been alleviated. Our soul healing potion has proven effective!"
"Then let's put it into production."
Ron gave the order without hesitation.
Anyway, these potions are used on Dark Eldar aliens, as long as they are effective.
With their physical fitness and ability to transform themselves through torture, it doesn't matter even if there are some side effects.
In the future, data can also be collected and optimized through a large number of usage samples.
But after seeing the confused look on the Dark Eldar assassin's face, he suddenly stopped the order.
Ron frowned and looked at the Great Sage:
"Wait a minute, it can't be put into production yet. We need to adjust the ingredients of the potion."
The great sage was a little puzzled: "Sir, the savior, the current ingredients are already the most effective ones.
This is the blessing of the mechanical goddess. In the past, we had to conduct dozens of experiments to obtain such suitable data. ”
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"But such a mild potion is not in line with the Dark Eldar's preference."
Ron has a strong product mindset and thought about the issue of potion promotion, trying to create a product that the Dark Eldar can't stop.
He thought: "Can you add more irritating and even irresistible ingredients without changing the efficacy of the medicine, such as dozens of times the stimulant, or something that makes people feel painful?"
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"My Goddess of Machinery, this is such a wonderful idea."
The great sage suddenly understood, and several robot hands clicked wildly on the input device of the data pad.
He quickly called up large-scale data calculations, and even took the time to post a question on the machinery forum.
It didn't take long.
The great sage gave a conclusion: "Lord Savior, we can meet your requirements and add more ingredients to the soul restoration potion that satisfy the Dark Eldar aliens.
Perhaps some of our taboo pharmaceutical techniques in the past can also be used. ”
The Great Sage summarized the savior's requirements and formed the final plan. The color of the potion will turn into dark red.
In addition to low-end mild potions, high-end potions will contain many other irritating ingredients.
Such as extreme hallucinations, depression, pain, excitement, etc.
It can also be divided into different product lines and series, such as poisonous kiss, blissful dream, and painful hell, making it a popular product in the traditional culture of the Dark Eldar.
Of course, the main ingredient is to heal the body and soul, and it is very safe.
Those mild versions of the potions can be supplied in large quantities to ordinary Dark Eldar, while the high-end versions are used to harvest the wealthy classes and high-ranking people.
Nothing is more precious than your own life.
Ron believed it.
Such a gadget that can save the souls of the Dark Eldar and create extreme experiences will definitely be very popular in the dark city of Comoros.
Once his soul healing potion continuously enters Commorragh, a large number of Dark Eldar users will be generated.
It will inevitably have an unstoppable influence.
Those Dark Eldar are accustomed to the healing effect of potions, and the previous methods of torturing and absorbing souls to heal themselves will become boring.
He will definitely cry and beg in the hope of getting his potion.
The redemption conspiracy that you created yourself and mastered the only method of potion production can also flourish.
This is the true competitiveness of the Redemption Cabal.
"Those stupid methods of absorbing souls are laborious and troublesome, but they are not exciting enough. What's the point?"
Ron looked at the Dark Eldar assassin and showed an inexplicable smile: "Let the great savior come to save you and let you know what real pleasure is."
As the true son of the Dark Eldar nobles, he will create a powerful conspiracy and rule.
In short, good days are coming for the dark city of Comorra.
The residents there don't have to worry about their souls dying due to erosion, and they can also use soul healing potions to squeeze out wealth.
Shape their new living habits.
Instead of plundering slaves everywhere like before, struggling for a long time just to get that rotten soul to keep myself alive.
He would like to see it.
At that time, will those dark spirits choose themselves and the goddess of life behind them, or the supreme overlord Victor.
in the following time.
The Dark Eldar assassin experimental subject tried all series of soul healing potions and was completely immersed in soul healing and extreme experiences.
In the deep illusion created by the potion, he saw the spirit god, Elsa, the goddess of life in the form of the Dark Queen.
Under the influence of the special life energy contained in the potion, he became a devout believer in it.
This result is even more exciting for Ron:
"Our redemption conspiracy can try to enter Comoros!"
The only thing he lacks now is a shell of a conspiracy, so he may have to plan something.
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Taiping Star Territory, remote airspace.
A transport ship was hit by a Scythe interference missile and its engines stalled, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Whoosh——
The Thorn-class frigate of the Dark Eldar roared in, and the missile just launched was from this warship.
This plunder ship is loaded with slaves and loot and is about to return to its satellite territory.
Unexpectedly, he happened to encounter a human transport ship, so he greedily followed it, hoping to grab more slaves as soul supplies.
And more wealth.
However, this plundering ship was quite cautious. After launching missiles to restrict the transport ship, it slowed down its flight speed.
He seemed to be checking the surroundings for danger.
In the cabin hall.
There was a crisp sound accompanied by a slight collision between the chain and the cage.
"You devils, the Greater Good and the Savior will not allow such evil, you'd better let us and the other captives go!"
In the cage, a shackled Tau man was angry and heartbroken.
These damn Eldar pirates captured themselves and their clansmen, and there were many humans and green-skinned aliens imprisoned with them.
"Shut up that guy."
Randall, the Archon of the Thorn Cabal, frowned slightly, and the next moment the Tau people's heads turned into paste.
There was a smell of scorched earth and alkali salt, which was the smell of the blood of the Tau.
He loved it.
Randall sat down at the table in the hall, enjoying a cocktail of Tau blood and unknown brains.
The surroundings were still very noisy, some kind of moaning that was neither dead nor alive.
But these sounds did not come from the prisoners, but from the dining table in front of the consul and the chair under his buttocks.
It was a precious Xueling artifact, made of bones and leather pieced together from more than a dozen human skins.
Those poor guys were still alive, with wide, bloodshot eyes and moans coming out of their dry mouths.
Randall usually likes to sit here and eat.
Although this set of furniture is a little noisy, just sitting there, the pain and torment of the soul in it can make you feel healed.
That kind of energy can slow down aging and pain.
"You should drink some too."
Randall playfully poured some cocktail into the mouth of the miserable face on the table.
This choked the unfortunate guy and made him moan louder.
Suddenly, he felt the sound of footsteps so slight that he couldn't detect it, and he immediately became alert.
That's a subconscious habit.
As the Archon of the Cabal, Randall has the most servants, the most dangerous and vicious spouse, and the most wealth.
If you were richer, you could still afford a reliable Xuelingren doctor.
But it all comes at a price, and the Archons face the most daily dangers.
For example, subordinates mixed poison into their food, used blades to test the hardness of their necks, or other accidents arranged by the Archons of the Cabal.
One day when the conspiracy becomes famous, they may even be invited to have a cup of missing tea by the supreme overlord Victor himself.
But he doesn't have that ability yet.
After Randall cut off the head of the previous Archon and became the new Archon, his only hope was to grow his conspiracy.
It would be best to hire a Haemonculus master as your personal doctor.
In this way, even if you are shattered to pieces, you don't have to worry about dying.
"My dear, you are always so quiet."
Randall suddenly hugged Lemien, the enchantress who came gently over, and pulled her into his arms.
That's his mistress.
These Comorian socialites and hot women from the Lilitu Sisterhood would always become the consul's bedfellows, responsible for sleeping with them, testing drugs, and making suggestions, among other things.
"How was the final revenue?"
Randall skillfully moved around the witch's body while avoiding the poisonous blades hidden in certain parts.
"We haven't finished counting yet, my Lord Archon."
The witch pressed Randall's ear and breathed out gently: "Currently we have harvested 50,000 slaves, two keels of refined fuel, and more than twenty bundles of hallucinogenic silk stems.
You know, that's the most valuable thing.
Any port would love to have such a joyful thing. ”
The witch's ears turned red with excitement: "There is also good news. We captured a smuggling transport ship, the kind that was not escorted by any imperial frigates.
I'm afraid our harvest this time will exceed your imagination! ”
In her excitement, she grabbed the human face on the leather table and dug her sharp nails into its eyeballs, causing it to scream more.
Blood spilled.
Randall didn't mind that his pampering ruined the beauty of his furniture.
If this robbery goes well, he will have enough wealth to buy a more precious home, such as luxurious bedroom furniture made by the Haemonculi and made of thousands of human skins.
Includes a large bed and carpet.
Being able to heal your soul in your sleep without having to dream about those horrible nightmares of pleasure.
"We must remain vigilant."
Randall didn't let his luck get to his head.
He looked at the Banshee: "Let the pilot check the surrounding airspace again, and then organize a plundering team to enter from the side of the transport ship and seize control of the ship."
Shortly after, Randall confirmed the airspace was clear.
The Cabal of Thorns strikes.
He personally led the Cabal Warriors, Snakemen, Clawed Terrors and other warriors aboard the Devastator space assault sailing ship and rushed towards the lamb-like transport ship...
(End of chapter)