Chapter 481 Victor: Savior, I want to see your pathetic look
"The entertainment model of the Dark Eldar is still too primitive and lacking..."
Ron flipped through the information about the Dark Eldar and shook his head.
Not just the Dark Eldar.
The current entertainment model of the entire Galaxy is still not as good as the 2K era of my previous life.
In other words, the heretics who believe in the Lord of Joy are a little more playful.
There is nothing we can do about that.
Almost all races in the galaxy are facing cruel survival problems. They don't even have enough food to eat, and their personal safety is not guaranteed. How can they have the energy to develop the entertainment industry?
Especially due to the existence of the Lord of Pleasure, the state religion has further restricted pleasurable behaviors, and entertainment methods have been compressed again.
In order to maintain their will, some believers not only refuse to enjoy entertainment, but also use flogging machines to beat their bodies from time to time.
Keep yourself alert.
Although this may bring pleasure and depravity to those with a certain tendency.
The same goes for the Eldar.
They have been targeted more than humans, and are the main corruption targets of the Lord of Joy. They even dare not mention the name of that existence.
Can only be replaced by a horny lady.
The Ark Eldar chose to wear soul stones and abstain from sex to fight the corruption, while the Dark Eldar chose to hide in the Webway and drain souls to resist.
Once they stop sucking souls, they will soon be taken away by the evil god.
Under this high-pressure situation, the Dark Eldar have more tricks to torture people, and other entertainment methods are quite primitive.
Even the arena is the oldest mode, with a bunch of people chopping around.
Therefore, I have the opportunity to give them some strength.
The Dark Eldar engage in all kinds of torture just for the pleasure of healing the poor souls.
What if I gave them higher-quality soul power and more diverse, heaven-satisfying entertainment?
What will be the result?
"It's great, I can finally let go this time!"
Ron was quite excited.
In the past, when I was in the Savior Territory, I didn't dare to engage in these entertainment industries at all, for fear of ruining the atmosphere of the territory.
It's fine now.
I can play my best on the territory of the Dark Eldar and enjoy myself.
The appearance of the Eldar people is no worse than that of humans, and the succubi of the Dark Eldar are even more impressive.
Ron highlighted the development documents for the satellite area.
This city of bliss will introduce modern entertainment management concepts, with Death Arena and Soul Paradise as the core of development, along with gambling and credit industries.
Let the Dark Eldar have the most exciting experience.
Anyway, everyone can enjoy the carnival of souls to the fullest. If you run out of money, you can borrow it. If you can't pay it back, you can sign a contract to work for yourself.
Absorb wealth and people on a massive scale.
After Ron approved the document, he sent the satellite area renovation project plan to Elise.
Let her organize the manpower to execute the construction.
Elise already has her own team of secretaries, able to handle more affairs, and will continue to refer to the structure of the Ancient Spirit Empire.
Establish multiple departments to be responsible for corresponding affairs.
The Dark Eldar have inherited a lot of technology from the Ancient Eldar Empire. Their industrial base is stronger than that of humans and they can create a prosperous territory.
But they didn't bother to do it, instead leaving it to half-dead slaves.
Those slaves were also of mixed quality, missing arms and legs, and were tortured while working.
It's quite normal to die halfway through the work.
As for the management and construction of the city, there is even less.
It is basically in a state of chaos and no management, the ruins are too lazy to deal with, and bones and flesh are scattered everywhere.
The conspiracy groups in Comoros are also killing each other. Whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. They only destroy but not build.
If it weren't for the fact that the buildings in Comoros were all based on spiritual bones, were huge in scale, and could absorb energy and expand on their own, this area would have been ruined long ago.
According to Ron's prediction.
If he could organize a basic city management system, coupled with the construction technology of the Eldar, millions of slaves, and some resources and manpower under his command.
There is a high probability that all transformation goals can be completed within five years.
Of course, such a system cannot be too detailed and only serve as a temporary team for construction.
In the future, various happy education and entertainment systems will be cooperated to further disintegrate the combat effectiveness of the Dark Eldar.
Otherwise really make the Dark Eldar great again.
That would be troublesome.
"Sir, I will take care of it."
Elise received the documents and tried to get used to the new working mode: "We found a lot of working construction machines in the underground warehouses of various fortresses.
This will greatly increase the progress of our work. ”
Today's work is different from what she thought before. She does not need to prepare poison, design murders or organize robbery plans, but to build.
This Lemien witch cannot understand such construction behavior.
The Dark Eldar basically live a life of robbery with today and no tomorrow, and no one knows when their soul will be taken away.
And Comoros, a huge ancient city that is constantly expanding to absorb satellite areas, is ready.
They don't have much concept of city construction at all.
At most, they can only build some weapon factories or flesh and blood workshops.
Anyway, as long as there are spaceships and military force, the wealth and resources in the cities of each race in the galaxy belong to them.
They were able to plunder across the galaxy through the Webway with ease.
"Perhaps the ancient nobles do things differently from us."
Elise thought about it and didn't think there was any problem with this.
It is enough for him to just obey the orders of Lord Asuman and get the reward.
The witch walked away with graceful steps.
Nourished by her pure soul, she became younger and more beautiful.
This is why the Dark Eldar nobles are so obsessed with pure psychic energy.
Even if they absorb a large amount of souls and get rid of the Thirsty Lady, they will still need more soul energy to maintain their bodies.
Ron's previous iron-blooded methods shocked the entire satellite area, making all ruling actions extremely smooth.
His orders were issued and executed without any hindrance.
After all, the corpses and heads of those consuls and cabal warriors are still hanging in various areas.
However, when the construction activities were still being prepared, bad news came.
When the executive officers were being purged, someone used special communications to contact the superior cabal in Comoros for help.
The conspiracy group received the information and aggressively led the fleet to take revenge!
In the conference hall.
Ron listened to the information gathered by the snoop and remained silent.
The faces of Titus and other leaders were also gloomy, and the atmosphere in the entire conference hall was gloomy.
"My lord, the Iron Thorn Cabal is a medium-sized cabal."
Elise looked solemn: "They have hundreds of thousands of soldiers and a large number of warships and heavy weapons. There is no way for our satellite area to be hostile to them."
Ron sighed and asked: "Can we completely block the port routes and keep them out?"
"No, medium-sized and above-sized conspiracies all have relic-level guiding stones, which can ignore the route blockade of ordinary ports."
Ron frowned.
This is even worse news, which means that before you have enough strength, you have no way to refuse the arrival of other forces.
The hard work of building the satellite area may eventually become a wedding dress for others.
This is also the reason why the Dark Eldar are unwilling to build. Robbery is the norm here, and they spend all their money on weapons and ships. If they can't bear it, they will pack up and run away.
But if you invest in the territory, it may become someone else's by then.
Many behaviors are shaped by the environment.
It's like someone in my previous life ridiculed people in some small countries for being lazy, eating bananas in the wild, and not willing to work in the fields or build good houses.
But it's not that they are lazy, it's that it's not worth it.
After you have worked so hard to open up wasteland and plant it, the crops will be cleared up by others before they mature.
Even in his own country, crops have been robbed. Who dares to continue planting in such an environment?
Comoros is such an environment.
The final result is that except for a small number of truly powerful conspiracies, other conspiracies are engaged in zero-dollar purchases.
If there's something good in the galaxy or someone's territory, go grab it.
That was what Ron was really worried about.
Once the Iron Thorn Cabal entered this satellite area, they saw the supplies they had worked so hard to transport.
That's trouble.
Even if he repels them, those guys will spread the news.
At that time, more conspiracy groups will come to fight against the autumn wind?
The Redemption Satellite Area must accumulate enough strength and establish a strict defense system before it can be exposed to the outside world.
The bigger trouble is that the manpower under his command is not in place yet, let alone large-scale recruitment.
Maybe not even the first wave of Iron Thorn Cabal can be stopped.
There is no way around it.
Ron cannot directly drag the established army to the Redemption Satellite Area, as this may expose his true identity.
This led to the destruction of the entire plan and there was no way to gain a foothold in Comoros.
At present, my identity as a Dark Eldar, a descendant of the Asuman family, is particularly important and is the foundation of rule.
If the identity is exposed, the forces of Comoros will definitely attack in groups when they learn that humans occupy the satellite area.
It was a war between the Dark Eldar and humans, and it was difficult for him to gain an advantage in this war.
But if you occupy the satellite area as a descendant of Asuman, it will be competition within the Dark Eldar clan, and you can develop according to the traditional competition rules.
As long as you are strong enough and can kill the supreme overlord, it doesn't matter even if you rule Comoros.
Therefore, I must keep this identity no matter what.
"My lord, please give the order."
The Nightmare Commander was ready for battle, and the other Cabal Commanders also looked over. Waiting for the next order from the Archon.
Whether it is to continue to garrison and fight, or to abandon this satellite area, load up all the belongings and sail away.
They can accept it.
Some people feel that the Redemption Cabal will no longer be able to hold on to the Satellite Zone.
Running away is the best option.
But they dare not reveal such thoughts for fear of being cruelly treated.
That noble being probably couldn't stand such behavior of running away without a fight.
After Ron hesitated, he issued an order for all-round defense, and tried to build defensive positions at the port wharf as much as possible.
It was impossible for him to abandon the Redemption Satellite Area until the last moment.
Abandoning this place, I don’t know if we can find another suitable area in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
At that time, the chaos caused by the great division of Comoros may be over, and it will be harder for him to have a chance to develop.
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After the consul issued the order, all commanders followed the order and brought all weapons to the port area to build a defensive front.
A last-ditch fight!
Ron looked at the departing figures of the commanders with a trace of worry in his eyes.
Fortunately, the Redemption Cabal is not a losing situation.
Today, the Redemption Conspiracy has approximately 100,000 soldiers and many armored units, and it is another home battle.
As long as the Iron Thorn Cabal doesn't come out in full force, it can still be stopped.
And he also made preparations to save the situation.
He returned to the office and was busy, patiently waiting for the final results.
At the same time, within the network channel.
The black fleet belonging to the Iron Thorn Cabal is still moving forward, and they are preparing to plunder the governor of the Redemption Cabal who is said to be very wealthy.
The consul was also a nobleman.
But to the conspiracy, nobles without strength are even more like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Perhaps the other party's family inheritance can also be obtained through interrogation.
Bang——
A sudden change occurred. When the Iron Thorn Cabal's fleet passed a corner of the webway, it was rear-ended.
The warship made of scrap metal seemed to have lost control and slammed into it.
After that, more similar battleships.
They broke up the formation of the fleet and opened fire fiercely.
Those noisy bombers pounced on battleships one after another, launching suicide attacks.
"Lowly beast!"
The Archons of the Iron Thorn Cabal were furious and tried to organize a counterattack, but they were unable to do anything.
"Waagh... black bean sprouts!"
The greenskins poured in from the breach above the ship like dumplings, almost flooding the ship.
The entire ship ushered in a brutal fight.
But these only made the greenskins more excited, and the Iron Thorn Cabal lost its numerical advantage and retreated steadily.
Ships crashed soon after.
Only half a day later, the Iron Thorn Cabal's fleet was destroyed by the Greenskins' attack.
Later, the news spread in Comoros.
But it didn't cause much trouble, and no one was willing to go out and chase this group of greenskins.
As long as the greenskins have not invaded the main city of Comoros, the Eldar pirates will not care. Anyway, whoever encounters those brainless beasts will be unlucky.
Occasionally they will use these mindless beasts to attack their opponents' territory.
Eventually, the news reached the ears of the Supreme Overlord Asdubar Victor, but he didn't care at all.
He just said lightly: "Why did these mongrel beasts come to the Comoros route again? Let our people pay more attention..."
Such a trivial matter was not worth his trouble.
At this moment, Victor was wearing a gorgeous robe, lying lazily on the throne, enjoying the oral service of the twin witches.
He was watching a killing show in the Galaxy's grandest arena, the Cruel Fortress, where tall succubi dueled with human salamander warriors.
The succubus used her superb skills to leave wounds one after another on the body of the salamander warrior.
prompting cheers from the audience.
Victor doesn't have much interest in this, and now he can only watch the duel between the owner of the arena and the succubus queen Lelis, and he can fully appreciate it.
His attention had long been elsewhere, conjuring up plots one after another to deal with the nobles who opposed him.
Today, Victor is thinking about the Savior.
The branch line of the Webway route opened by the Savior has already intersected with the route of Comoros. It is an unbearable violation.
He could not tolerate another king in the galaxy holding so many webway lines.
Before, he had already signaled several conspiracies to carry out sabotage, and even used dark matter singularities to destroy the opponent's node buildings.
"Not enough..."
Victor tapped his sharp nails on the armrests of the chair as more conspiracies and conspiracies ran through his mind.
Perhaps, you can use the power of the devil.
He planned to lay out a complex conspiracy, and then use the warp demon frenzy to flood the Savior's webway. He believed that the Chaos Gods would be interested in this scene.
The Supreme Overlord half expected to see the sad expression on the Savior's face after losing the Webway.
……
"Great!"
Elise excitedly reported the news of the destruction of the Iron Thorn Cabal fleet, and that the greenskins showed no signs of invading the Redemption Satellite Zone.
Ron was also smiling, but not as excited as expected.
That was the steel-toothed green-skinned force he arranged to intercept the invading fleet on the route.
Fortunately, those guys arrived in time.
He asked: "Do you know the route to the Satellite Area of the Iron Thorn Cabal?"
Generally, larger conspiracies have their own satellite areas.
"Sorry..."
Elise felt guilty for her unprofessionalism: "I was so happy that I almost forgot this important thing. I will arrange the plunder immediately!"
The Iron Thorn Cabal was severely weakened, so it was a good opportunity to go plunder. Maybe other cabals had already gone there to plunder things.
Rush over now, maybe you can have some soup and grab some slaves to come back and participate in the construction of the project.
"You arrange the right people, I won't go if I have something else to do."
After Ron left these words, he took Titus, his personal bodyguard, out of the fortress.
As soon as he came out, he saw a ferocious Haemonculus.
The Haemonculus was covered in flesh and blood residue, with several glass jars filled with souls stuck behind his back, and his six arms were transformed into aberrations of different races.
There is also a long scorpion tail coiled under the feet.
Such flesh-and-blood artists are a terrible threat no matter where they appear.
They view the galaxy as a giant banquet hall, and humans, undead, tau and greenskins are all their own material to play with.
Even some high-level warriors cannot escape the fate of being dismembered and studied.
Even the Archons of the Cabal will respect these flesh and blood artists without daring to show any disrespect.
After seeing Ron, the Haemonculus turned his head 180 degrees and revealed a ferocious smile.
"Hello, Lord Archon!"
His scorpion tail was raised high, as if to salute: "Kronny has been waiting for you for a long time!"
This senior member of the Haemonculi Association has no arrogance towards his employer, just like a licking dog.
That's also something that can't be helped.
Kroni has been stuck at the current level for too long, and is just one step away from becoming a Haemonculus Master.
The Tyranid flesh and blood project he was researching was too unpopular and expensive, and no employer was willing to fund his research.
Even more so because of poverty, he had to move his laboratory from the main city of Comoros to a satellite area to make himself face less competition.
But life is still difficult.
Now Kroni finally met a descendant of a noble family, a rich man, and a great grievance.
The other party not only funds his purest soul as flesh and blood material, but also provides any needed resources.
Can't we be respectful?
He was even worried that the other party would regret it, feel that his research was meaningless and end the contract.
Ron didn't say anything, and nodded slightly. The Haemonculus wisely moved out of the way, and at the same time opened a little distance.
Lest the smell of medicine on your body affect your employer's good mood.
Ron walked towards the area where the aircraft was parked, while Titus and Crony silently followed behind him.
It could be seen that Crony had something to say, but he was hesitant about how to put it forward.
Ron glanced at the Haemon: "The bugs you need will be delivered soon, including a large mutant tyrant."
"I will never repay your generosity!"
Kroni spat out his ferocious mouthparts excitedly: "If necessary, I will sew up your body for free so that you can be perfectly restored...resurrected..."
He realized that this was not polite and became stumbling.
Although stitching up and resurrecting corpses for their employers is the Haemonculi's primary service, no Archon hopes to ever use their services.
Ron didn't mind the words.
If there is a chance in the future, he would like to experience the resurrection technology of the Dark Eldar to see what the process is.
After that, a group of people boarded the aircraft and flew to the only arena in the satellite area.
If we were to select the most popular industry of the Dark Eldar, the Death Arena would definitely rank at the top, it is simply a gold-selling cave for high-level existences.
Various Wuling sects used it to amass wealth and create unparalleled influence.
That is also a key project to be built in the Redemption Satellite Area.
The purpose of Ron's trip was to inspect the arena.
The best result would be to capture the arena and the succubi in it together.
(End of chapter)