Chapter 482 Salamander Sarkhan: Hiss, there is something wrong with this Eldar alien territory!
Redemption Satellite Area, Shadow Death Arena.
Ron's aircraft landed in the VIP area of the arena, and then took Titus and Kroni to the box hanging on the curved wall of the arena.
That's the best location.
Today, he is the arena's most valued customer.
If the Cabal's fortress spire is the center of political power in Dark Eldar society, then the arena of the Coven is the beating, bloody heart of the settlement.
The wealthy class of the Dark Eldar often lose their sensitive senses due to long-term indulgence, and can only engage in more exciting duels and bloody performances.
To attract their attention.
Therefore, they are willing to spend a lot of resources to buy a good seat in the arena and enjoy the endless killing battles.
You can also absorb some tortured souls while watching the duel.
In the box.
Ron looked at the killing show not far away.
There were many spike traps at the bottom of the pit in the arena, and dozens of gladiators were shouting and fighting.
They slashed each other with razors, cut open their opponents' bellies with snake knives, and turned their opponents into chunks of flesh with the help of a web of knives.
With the Dark Eldar clone's keen senses, he could detect the intense scent of desire mixed with sweat and blood.
Taste the fear and adrenaline of the gladiators.
You can even appreciate the details of the tendons and bones on each severed limb.
But not everyone has such keen senses. Most viewers watch the duel with the help of a theater mirror.
Then absorb a pitifully few tortured souls.
"What a terrible and featureless performance..."
The Xue Lingren threw down the exquisite theater mirror and felt tired.
He has seen countless similar performances in thousands or more arenas in the main city of Comoros and various satellite areas.
"Kronny, you're right."
Ron rubbed his eyebrows and stopped watching.
He picked up the bloody red wine and greeted the tall and beautiful arena leader and succubus Allah next to him.
The person in charge came specifically to accompany his distinguished audience.
But his words were not polite at all: "With all due respect, this is a bad performance.
It can be seen that the gladiators are trying hard to attract attention, but the tricks they can use are still outdated and clumsy. ”
Succubus Allah's chest heaved violently.
The words of the descendant of Asuman were like sharp poisonous thorns, piercing deeply into her heart and negating all the efforts of her and her sisters.
She tried to refute something, but was unable to do so.
Because the facts are right in front of you.
No matter how exciting the killing is, it will become boring if you watch it too much.
The competition in the arena is fierce, and they must show more grand scenes and tricks to cultivate famous succubi.
To attract the audience.
Obviously, Shadow Arena failed in this competition. Less than one-tenth of the audience was occupied, and the VIP seats were also empty.
Only the dismemberment of a certain gladiator could arouse such pitiful enthusiasm in the audience.
If this situation does not improve, Shadow Arena will be completely abandoned by the audience like other dilapidated arenas.
Allah and the others will also lose their status as succubi and will not be qualified to dedicate their killing skills to the people of Comoros.
Eventually she became someone's bodyguard or mistress.
"Your Majesty the Consul, we are not worthless." Allah hopes to restore his dignity in front of this ancient nobleman.
She took off her dress, revealing a body as strong and charming as a cheetah, with a delicate waistcoat line on her lower abdomen.
Ron admired the succubus' body.
This succubus is like a cross between a yoga instructor and a female fitness instructor.
The equipment on his body is also very simple, a Dark Eldar-style barbed headband, a form-fitting black sports bra, high boots and a thong.
The only weapons are a pair of daggers.
Of course, she may also be hiding more weapons. It is said that succubi can hide weapons in any secret place.
If I have time in the future, I would like to explore it in depth.
After Ron looked at it, he drank the bloody red wine in the glass.
Maybe it's because of the clones, but this specialty drink of the Dark Eldar is quite delicious.
"Miss Allah, I look forward to your performance."
He said rather politely.
But such a gesture implies a hint of condescension and disdain, and does not acknowledge the succubus at all.
Ron came to the arena this time just to fight against the CPU succubi. If he didn't suppress them hard, how could he conquer them at a low price?
Succubus Allah felt this emotion.
She felt increasingly aggrieved, and just wanted to vent her pent-up emotions with a killing: "You will see my skills..."
Allah walked to the edge of the terrace, then turned and fell backwards.
The succubus dived into a pit nearly 100 meters deep and full of traps without any protective measures.
Any mistake could turn her into a pile of rotten flesh.
However, the succubus perfectly avoided all fatal dangers and landed on the ground like a black cat.
At this time, the other two succubi in the arena also came to her side and pulled out their sharp blades.
The cells at the bottom of the arena opened, releasing all the alien warriors and two huge ant bulls.
Angry roars filled the pit.
"Allah, Allah, Allah!"
The Dark Eldar audience realized something and cheered.
Cheers to the arena's brightest star.
Allah led the two sisters to attack all enemies, weaving in and out of traps, dancing on spikes and blades.
Their flexible blades are like the fangs of poisonous snakes. Every time they strike, they will pierce the most lethal parts of their prey, taking away the life and soul.
Especially Allah.
Her attacks are swift and brutal, spraying bloody mist wherever she passes, followed by broken spines, arms, legs, and heads scattered all over the ground.
Many opponents died before their severed limbs began to bleed.
Soon, Allah and her sisters were hunting ant bulls, beasts that were more than three meters tall and could destroy tanks.
They cooperated so perfectly, like a rhythmic ballet, constantly leaving wounds after wounds on the beast.
In the end, it was Allah who took action and put an end to the ant bull, completing this ballet of killing.
The audience cheered endlessly.
The succubus Allah stood on the ant bull's corpse, enjoying the praise from the audience.
Maybe it's because of resentment.
I cooperated very well with my sisters, without making any mistakes, and gave the most perfect performance ever.
Finally there was a smile on her face, and she bowed to the audience gracefully and left.
"Tsk, there is still something..."
Ron looked at the succubi below and raised his eyebrows slightly.
These succubi are indeed the beings among the Dark Eldar who are proficient in killing techniques. Together they can probably kill a small group of Space Marines.
Allah and her sisters returned to the box using the lifting ropes of the arena.
She raised her head slightly and walked up to Ron with cat steps. There was a bright and moving look on her blood-stained face: "Your Majesty the Archon, how was our performance?"
"Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?"
Ron asked rhetorically while sitting on the luxurious throne in the box.
Allah's breath stagnated slightly: "I need the most truthful answer."
Ron got up from the throne, walked closer and looked down at the succubus, taking in an unobstructed view: "Miss Succubus, anything less than perfect is a waste.
In my opinion, you are not perfect, far from it.
Your pride now is a bit ridiculous..."
He pointed to the auditorium on the balcony: "Look, what kind of audience are cheering for you?
Those are the guys who came in with cheap tickets. Anyone can please them by offering some blood and dancing.
Have you seen any nobles and high-ranking warriors admiring your skills? ”
After Succubus Allah heard these words, the self-confidence he had finally built up collapsed again, and he became even more depressed.
Ron took another step closer, full of oppression: "Tell me, do you want to perform poor performances in such a dilapidated arena for the rest of your life?
Or move to a higher stage and make the whole Comoros eager to appreciate your skills and crazy about you.
Just like that succubus queen - Lei Lisi! ”
The words of the descendant of the Asuman family touched the heartstrings of Allah.
The succubus queen is the most dazzling existence in Commorragh. Everyone wants to witness her killing skills, even the supreme overlord.
The Archons of the Cabal even went so far as to engage in a war of fire in order to gain the opportunity to cooperate with her.
But, can I become such a succubus?
Ron did not give Allah a chance to think and continued to exert pressure: "Based on the operating conditions of the arena, you won't be able to support it for much longer.
Soon you will no longer be able to afford the prey provided by the raiding parties, and the arena will lose all its spectators.
You will also become worthless and useless.
You have no choice, your only chance is me.
A noble investor, a descendant of the Asuman family.
I will let you change your appearance and get on a more perfect stage. The audience in Comoros will rush into the arena to watch your performance
Even the most picky noble.
Even Lalith would be jealous of your popularity. ”
He stared at the succubus in front of him: "Give me the answer now, will you accept the new path and surrender to me?"
Allah's chest rose and fell slightly.
She suddenly realized that once she gave a negative answer, the only noble spectator in the arena would leave without hesitation.
Will never come here again.
This consul comes from the well-established Asuman family and possesses astonishing wealth. He may be the last hope for himself and his sisters.
No matter what, he would not allow this arena to become dilapidated and shut down.
Succubus Allah slowly closed her eyes and gave the answer: "I am willing to obey you, Lord Archon." Ron showed a satisfied smile, raised his hand and touched the other person's face: "Miss Allah , you made the best choice in life.”
Allah subconsciously wanted to resist because he was a dancer proficient in the art of killing, not a plaything.
But she tried to endure it.
Fortunately, the descendant of Asuman made no further moves.
"Okay, my succubus ladies, I will be responsible for everything you have from now on, including this arena.
This... is my sincerity, and you will be able to get this kind of reward every month from now on.
And there will be more and more. ”
After Ron finished speaking, Titus placed an exquisite mechanical box in the center of the table.
When the mechanical box blooms like petals, you can see twelve level seven "Poisonous Kiss" soul potions on the "petals".
In an instant, the pure aroma of soul filled the entire box.
In Comoros, such a pure soul is the hardest currency, bar none.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"Executive... Lord Archon, is this for us?"
Succubus Allah and her sisters looked at those soul potions, their eyes glowing, and they were a little unbelievable for a moment.
Due to the gradual decline of the arena, they have forgotten how long it has been since they tasted high-quality souls.
Moreover, the soul potion given by this descendant of Asuman was pure as they had never seen before.
Not to mention the succubi, even the Haemonculus Cronnin was a little sour.
Maybe, I have to find a way to get more from Asuman's descendants?
Thinking of this, he looked at Ron with an even more flattering expression.
Allah tried to move his eyes away from the soul potion and looked at the descendants of Asuman: "Then... what should we do next?"
Since I obeyed this master, I had to listen to him.
What's more, she also hopes to improve the situation in the arena quickly and attract more spectators.
"It's simple..."
Ron looked down at the deep pit below the arena: "The first thing you have to do is to blow up this place and destroy it at the cost."
"What do you mean?"
Allah was a little anxious: "This is the only property our sisters have!"
"Don't worry, I just think this stage is too small and shabby."
Ron comforted the succubi: "After demolishing this arena and the surrounding buildings, I will build a larger arena here.
Just like the Cruel Fortress in the main city of Comoros, the arena known as the most magnificent in the galaxy is the size of a city.
Perhaps, the new arena will be more charming than Cruelty Castle, and even the Succubus Queen wants to challenge here. ”
When Allah heard this, he and the other succubi looked at each other.
But they seemed to have no better choice but to obey.
"In short, our people will arrange everything, you just need to train according to the plan.
Then take the stage at the right time and show yourself to Comoros. ”
Ron is only responsible for taking down the succubi and the arena, and more professional personnel will handle related matters in the future.
Now he has the ability to arrange his own manpower in the satellite area.
After this matter was settled, he didn't have much desire to stay, so he prepared to return.
As soon as Ron walked out of the box, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and turned back.
He walked up to a succubus: "My succubus lady, your superb skills have deeply attracted me. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of high-end soul perfume as a gift.
The succubus was pleasantly surprised, nodded and agreed to the invitation and accepted the extremely precious soul gift.
The invitation from the ancient nobles is quite exciting.
Afterwards, Succubus Allah watched helplessly as her sisters left with the descendants of Asuman.
There was an inexplicable feeling of sourness in her heart, and there was even a hint of frustration.
Aren't my skills more exquisite than that sister's, and my body more deadly and charming?
As everyone knows, it's just Ron's PUA.
He knew that Allah was somewhat resistant and would not give in easily, so he started with the sisters next to her to arouse her desire to compete.
It will be much easier then.
The most important thing is that the succubus I chose has bigger breasts.
Wait until late at night.
Ron finally realized that these succubi were constantly moving, had extremely soft bodies, and could make any movement.
How exciting it is.
……
Redemption satellite area, port area.
The ships of the Black Mechanicus came one after another, bringing more engineering equipment and construction materials.
At the same time, the plundering ships of the Redemption Cabal are also continuously transporting back resources.
More men were recruited.
Elise and others were increasingly amazed by the wealth and heritage of Asuman's descendants, and even more shocked that he could command members of the Black Mechanicus to do things for them.
Those guys always have their eyes above their heads.
Archons often have to spend huge amounts of wealth, resources and even ancient technological relics to invite them to build weapons factories.
There is nothing that can be done about it. The Dark Eldar use only weapons in stock.
Few members are willing to learn these mechanical skills.
They are more interested in the art of killing and flesh and blood.
Soon, the vigorous renovation of the Redemption Satellite Area began.
Ron issued many prohibitions in the name of the consul, one of which was the prohibition of breaking or destroying labor.
Especially slaves like humans who are responsible for construction work.
Violators will be severely punished.
Of course, it is still possible to torture other aliens, but if they are banned all at once, they may usher in resistance.
What's more, he also provided a large number of low-end soul potions.
Although those things are harmful and painful, at least they have a much better soul-healing effect than torturing slaves.
You can also purchase more advanced soul potions if necessary.
A large soul potion factory is also under construction, built near the Archon's Fortress.
The special energy of the Goddess of Life continuously enters the redemption satellite area through the subspace extraction device, and is then converted into different series of potions.
The remainder is stored as one of the building materials for the Soul Paradise.
In addition, the Shadow Arena has also been demolished, redesigned and rebuilt, and many residential buildings have been built around it.
When the arena becomes popular, the residence can be sold at a high price.
The targets are those nobles and high-level warriors.
In this way, the Redemption Satellite Area will be safer, and no one wants their valuable property to be plundered and destroyed.
Of course, this is just one of the measures.
The defense arrays and fortresses of the Redemption Satellite Area are also being designed.
Those areas where super-heavy cannons and forbidden weapons are placed are like iron walls, able to block and destroy any conspiracy that dares to invade.
——
Three years later.
late at night.
Redemption Satellite Area, Ruins Area.
A shadow emerged from the rubble and headed towards the construction area using the cover.
In the dark night, a pair of slightly red pupils can be seen.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, may my battle-brothers be alive."
Salamander warrior Sarkhan prayed silently in his heart.
A few years ago, their company followed the order of Vulkan Hestan, the father of the forge, and went to the wild planet to find the whereabouts of one of the nine artifacts - the Song of Entropy.
I hope to find all the artifacts as soon as possible and welcome back my genetic father, Vulcan.
However, in the process of searching for the artifact, Sarkhan and others accidentally broke into the entrance of an ancient webway and entered the territory of the Dark Eldar aliens.
They were attacked and scattered, and some battle brothers were even captured.
Sarkhan infiltrated this satellite area in order to find a chance to rescue his battle brothers from the Dark Eldar aliens.
and the tortured human slaves.
The Salamanders are perhaps the most wealthy, harmonious, and loyal Chapter in the Imperium.
They possess advanced forging skills and possess the largest number of artifacts and relics.
When there are no combat missions, they will choose to return to their dangerous home planet and live with their fellow mortals.
It can be said that he loves his people like a son.
Sarkhan used special holy relics to cover up his figure and aura, achieving an effect similar to invisibility.
Sneaking into alien territory like this is extremely dangerous.
But Salamanders never lie.
Sarkhan promised to bring back all his battle-brothers, and he would.
Even if you pay for it with your own life.
The Salamander warrior hid his traces, followed the tracking signal, and headed step by step towards the area where his brother was imprisoned.
Soon after, he arrived at the construction area where construction was underway.
Sarkan hid in the bunker and observed the bustling construction site, where human slaves and many aliens were working hard.
It didn’t stop even late at night.
But there was no expression of suffering on their faces, instead they were filled with smiles.
Some human slaves even talked and laughed with the Dark Eldar overseers?
Um? ? ?
Sakan looked at this scene and was completely confused.
Such a scene seems to be different from what I imagined. There is something wrong with this dark Eldar alien territory.
Just when he was in a daze.
"There's an unusual smell over there!"
The three patrolling Nightmare Warriors noticed something and surrounded Sarkhan's hiding area.
(End of chapter)