Chapter 479 Savior: Let the low-keys of Comoros see what true nobility is!
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, using 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-man bodyguard's mouth full of sharp teeth spat out lame and blunt 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 ships!"
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: "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 your ship and everything, and 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 into the distance with the debris of the explosion,
He breathed hard, his body gradually repaired with the help of the soul machine, and at the same time he realized that he was drifting towards the looting ship.
This couldn't help but give him a glimmer of hope.
As long as I can get back on the ship, I still have a chance!
But the next moment, the consul saw a desperate scene.
On the observation porthole of the plundering ship, a figure was watching him, it was the conspirator who designed himself!
At this moment, the guy was hugging Elise and nodding slightly in greeting.
It's like saying goodbye.
The plundering ship's engine suddenly lit up, and then entered 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 became increasingly angry and desperate.
The Archon who has tortured countless lives will drift alone in the void, trapped in an endless prison, until his soul is completely devoured by the thirsty lady.
……
The Thorn-class frigate flies at high speed.
Inside the ship's cabin.
"A devil more terrifying than Mandela!"
The bloody killing was going on, but the killing party was not the Eldar pirates, but an extremely dangerous human warrior.
The former abuser has become a weak and powerless lamb.
In the hall, flesh and blood stumps were scattered all over the floor.
A nightmare warrior roared and swung his sword in an attempt to fight back, cutting off the enemy's head.
They are one of the most elite troops in Comoros. They are brutally trained killing machines and a warrior group famous in the galaxy.
Since in the Dark Eldar society, personal status can only be improved by killing superiors, so most of the Archons will not hand over security tasks to members of the Cabal.
Armed groups like Nightmare, which are completely neutral, highly contractual and powerful in combat, are very popular in the Comoros mercenary market.
They are one of the best bodyguard options.
Randall spent a lot of money to hire two nightmare warriors as bodyguards. One followed him on the transport ship and died, while the other stayed on the plunder ship to protect the loot.
However, the hostile Archon quickly occupied the bridge by using teleportation to jump gangs.
He commanded everyone to surrender.
The Nightmare Warriors refused such an order that violated the contract and led a group of warriors to resist.
But they immediately realized that they had encountered a terrifying killing beast.
The Nightmare Warrior's sword shattered, followed by a heavy blow that made him dizzy.
Afterwards, his head was pinched by a pair of big hands and twisted off.
Dark red blood spread all over the body of the human warrior, and the blood slowly flowed down the scars on his face, making it look even more terrifying. An elite warrior of the Dark Eldar died just like that, unable to fight back, and it completely shocked the other conspiracy warriors.
"That's enough, Titus."
Ron's voice came out, stopping the warrior's actions to prevent him from killing all the warriors.
He was quite satisfied as he looked at this fierce man who could tear apart big demons with his bare hands.
My own investment is simply money earned.
Now, all of Titus' legendary equipment has been modified into the style of the Dark Eldar, making him look even more violent.
He now appears as the bodyguard of his own Dark Eldar clone.
This status is considered normal.
Comorragh is a trading port dominated by the Dark Eldar. The objects of trade are all over the galaxy, and almost all races have trade relations with them.
There are also many humans, alien mercenaries, and pirates serving them.
Therefore, the archons will choose a variety of powerful beings as their bodyguards.
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If you are rich enough, you can even hire some poor Space Marines to deal with your opponents.
Given this social environment.
Ron was able to boldly incorporate his warriors into the Redemption Conspiracy, in the form of mercenaries.
Such as Titus, Dread Warrior or Green Skin, etc.
Now, what he urgently needs to solve is the problem of his own identity.
He must become a true Archon of the Cabal, with a territory and his own team of Dark Eldar.
Only then can we continue to bring people in, and gather wealth to hire more Dark Eldar forces.
Let them serve themselves.
"You should feel lucky..."
Ron slowly walked out of the darkness and came to the front of everyone. Every movement was so graceful.
He glanced at the conspiracy warriors and said in the ancient accent he learned from Aisha:
"You despicable guys got rid of that trash Randall and ushered in the truly noble consul, the descendant of the Asuman family.
The great Raphael Asuman, the future supreme king.
If it weren't for the useless people in my hands, even if you kneel on the ground and beg, you won't get any looks. ”
"The Asuman family?"
When Elise heard this term, her eyes widened involuntarily, and her hands subconsciously covered her mouth.
As the Lemien Witch of the Lilitu Sisterhood, she has studied the epics of the Ancient Eldar Empire and knows the legends of this ancient family.
The Asuman family can be traced back to the glorious period of the ancient Eldar empire. The family name is even related to the ancient Eldar goddess of life, Aisha, who has served as a noble priest for generations.
It is a pity that after the disaster that caused the degradation of the Eldar, the Asuman family disappeared without a trace.
Legend has it that that family perished after the death of the god, and there is also information showing that they were hidden deep in a certain ruins.
Elise looked at the man who pinched her painfully not long ago, her eyes shining slightly.
This being indeed resembled a noble descendant of an ancient family.
His body is taller than the average Dark Eldar, and his skin is slightly white instead of simply brown and black.
The gorgeous robes worn by the other party were in the style of the ancient spirit empire, and the materials of the clothes were precious and lost craftsmanship.
Adventurers from Commorragh occasionally find pieces of cloth in ruins and sell these valuable relics to nobles.
Those nobles would add it to their clothing as a luxurious decoration.
"That's... the purest soul energy?"
Elise sniffed and smelled the breath emanating from the descendant of Asuman.
She suddenly felt an unbearable desire and became more and more shocked.
It was pure soul energy, and I had briefly smelled such a fragrance once when I passed by a certain Haemonculus master's workshop.
Deep memory.
But the pure soul fragrance exuding from this descendant of Asuman is several times more intense and alluring than that fragrance.
It was something that any noble would greedily consume, but he actually let it evaporate around him like this. It was so extravagant that it was unbelievable!
That's just a special soul perfume that Ron concentrated and refined using soul healing potion.
The pure energy from the Eldar Life Goddess is simply a racial special attack.
If it weren't for such heaven-defying gadgets as the subspace extraction device, there would really be no way to bring special life energy into the real universe.
Soul perfume is mainly used to enhance your personality.
He hoped that wherever he walked, he would leave a luxurious scent of soul, and that extremely precious and life-saving things would evaporate in the air all the time.
Let the Dark Eldar be envious, jealous, shed tears of inferiority, and even lick the road they have walked.
This is true nobility.
In fact, Ron's identity is really not a disguise, but a deliberate attempt to lower his credentials to avoid influence.
The so-called Asuman family is just a family favored by the spirits gods.
And he himself is a person who has worshiped the gods of the Eldar. From a certain point of view, he must not scorn the so-called Asuman family?
Of course, after the catastrophe when the Lord of Joy was born and the passage of time, Elsa's faith among the Eldar is now almost nonexistent.
Recovery needs to take place slowly.
Nowadays, the nobles in the dark city of Comoros are all in ruins.
The supreme overlord, Asdubar Victor, was born a slave, so how could he be compared with a descendant of his ancient family?
Soon, I will show those low-key people in Comoros what a true noble is.
Elise's voice was hoarse and she couldn't help but kneel on the ground:
"Ah...Master of the Asuman family, I, Elise, the Lemien enchantress of the Lilitu Sisterhood, am willing to serve you."
The warriors of the conspiracy 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 sincerity.
Even the hound-like Ugul Ghoul was slapped by the warrior next to him, and with a whimper, he lowered his head and lay on the ground with his butt stuck out.
When the warriors lowered their heads, they inhaled hard, trying to inhale more of the soul power emanating from the air.
But they didn't dare to make any big moves, lest they offend this gentleman.
They knew that the tempers of nobles were more terrifying than the most ruthless consuls, and they did not want to be made into strange objects.
suffer eternity of torment.
Although the warriors of Comoros like to kill their superiors and replace them, they still dare not offend those whose power and status far exceed theirs.
It's like people will obey the orders of the supreme overlord Victor, even if it means death.
Because the consequences of disobeying that overlord are much more terrible than death.
Ron had no expression, he just glanced at the dirty ground strewn with corpses with disgust: "Take care of this place, and these things will be yours."
He pointed lightly with his hand, then turned and walked towards the consul's quarters.
Titus stared at the warriors and dumped a box of soul healing potion on the dirty ground like he was taking out trash.
Then he turned around and followed the adult.
Elise looked at the slightly precipitated potion sealed in a test tube on the ground, her eyes full of longing.
There is high-quality soul power inside.
Even I need to accumulate resources for several months to exchange it!
In fact, it was a relatively low-end potion.
Ron listened to the advice of a wise advisor and made adjustments to the soul potion.
The lowest-end version of the potion is a heavily diluted version that only contains a trace amount of life or soul energy and has only a slight therapeutic effect.
Except for a trace amount of medicinal effects, the rest are chemical products that are not poisonous.
After that, the higher the level of the potion, the more complete the effect will be, and the more explosive and stimulating substances will be added.
From the low-end diluted version to the high-end concentrated version, it is divided into about ten levels, and there are different series.
What is now given to these low-level warriors are only third-level low-end products.
Elise hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to pick it up. The adult didn't say that he would give her these.
She knew what she was going 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 seemed to be desperately trying to clean up the stumps and blood on the ground as much as possible, hoping to get the wealth quickly.
Just barely licked it with my tongue.
No one would be stupid enough to offend that being, and no one would be stupid enough to survive in a dark realm like Commorragh until now.
Everyone knows it.
As long as you serve well, the noble descendant of the Asuman family will give you more and purer souls.
The only thing they need to do is to give everything and get the approval of that adult!
(End of chapter)