Chapter 486 Miss Beda, you don’t want the Supreme Overlord to know about this, right?
Malak stared at the tall consul and judged the death penalty in his heart.
Suddenly, the tall consul noticed something and turned around with a gentle smile. It's like saying hello to this side.
Malak nodded in greeting and smiled.
A high-ranking person like him should always maintain the dignity he deserves, even if he is thinking about killing people.
Not exposing one's intentions and emotions is a basic quality.
Anyway, that guy is dead.
"It seems that the old man is also a sweetheart..."
Ron turned his head and sighed, not knowing that the other party was thinking about how to kill him.
It's not that he's not vigilant, it's that he acquiesces that everyone may be detrimental to him.
Over the years, from the Chaos Gods, demigods, alien leaders to human opposition, there have been countless existences who want to kill the Primarch of Hope.
I have long been used to it.
So he was always vigilant to avoid capsizing in the gutter.
But Ron also found that as the energy of the dark side gradually increased, it became increasingly difficult for him to restrain some impulses.
He became increasingly adventurous and his behavior became aggressive.
Maybe this is one of the reasons why there are so many crazy people in the galaxy?
Fortunately, I can still control all this a little without causing too much impact.
The body is also in a relatively safe place.
After the succubus's duel, Ron also picked a target.
He got up and walked to the target's box.
"I am Malak, you should have heard of my name."
The old consul came over and stopped Ron vaguely: "Listen to my advice, that is not a woman you are qualified to touch."
This ruthless character doesn't want to be surrounded by annoying flies when he goes to see Miss Beda, and it's also inconvenient to swat the opponent to death on the Arena Queen's territory.
"Malrak?"
Ron vaguely remembered seeing this name in information about Comoros City. It should be the name of the governor of a large conspiracy group.
Such an existence is not within the scope of his opponent at all.
But this is Comoros, and he doesn't want to cause disputes at this time and cause trouble.
"Thank you for your advice."
Ron shrugged and glanced over there: "Let me also remind you that you have many opponents, so I suggest you hurry up."
He gave in slightly and did not squeeze into the corridor at this time.
After all, I still have many goals, so I have to seize the time to get other ladies and girls.
This dark city is much more open than the Empire, but it is also more dangerous.
At this moment, there were already many people in the corridor of the mysterious Miss Beda's box.
Not just her servants, but several Archons from different cabals, waiting to catch a glimpse of her, or express their love.
It is said that Miss Beda came to Comoros alone and had a lot of property and resources on hand.
Such a beautiful and wealthy lady would naturally attract the covetous attention of the consuls, who wanted both people and wealth.
"You are a sensible guy."
Malak looked at the tall consul's leaving figure with a smile, feeling that he would have to reward this country bumpkin with a decent death in the future.
He looked towards the corridor and saw warriors decorated in different colors as well as several archons.
Malak knew the consuls.
They all pride themselves on their power, each a rising star who has taken control of a cabal through exploitation, intrigue, and brutal assassination.
The important thing is that they are young, handsome and more threatening.
"Maybe it's time for me to take action."
Malak's smile turned ferocious.
He did not crowd into the corridor like other consuls, which would be unseemly.
The Archon glanced at the box and the crowd, walked in the opposite direction, boarded his modified Raider spaceship and flew away.
A few days later.
Malak was finally well prepared and felt that he could go to Miss Beda.
He did not bring his alien bodyguards or cabal warriors with him, only a tall butler with him.
The housekeeper kept a proper distance and was carrying a large box.
The consul believed that bringing his own troops to see Miss Beda seemed to be a strong act but not polite.
It was not the work of a strong man or a gentleman.
When Malak came to visit, he was carefully prepared.
His old body was transformed by Master Haemonculus, the loose skin was stretched tightly by flesh nails, and his hair was replaced with short black hair.
It was freshly peeled from a samurai's head.
Various drugs and hormones were mixed and injected into the body to rejuvenate the muscles. The latest soul potion bought on the black market made his soul full of vitality.
Even the pupils glowed a healthy blue.
Malak followed the deformed servant to Miss Beda's living room.
He held his head high, and his close-fitting battle armor, purple cloak and the latest style of shoulder pads further enhanced the consul's prowess.
Just like when I was young.
"That poor Miss Beda will be conquered by me without any resistance."
Malak thought so.
He walked into the luxurious living room, which was filled with luxurious furniture. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows could see the spire of Comoros.
Miss Beda looked at the scenery outside, still looking cold and exuding desire.
Like an expensive winged creature in a cage longing to be caressed.
She turned her back proudly to the consul, and her voice was low and soft: "Your Excellency Malak, what do you want from me?"
"Every time I see this city, I can't help but be intoxicated. I'm afraid there is no such a wonderful place in the Milky Way."
Malak walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and muttered to himself.
Miss Beda turned around, walked to the leather sofa and sat down, showing off her elegant figure wantonly.
Her black pupils stared at the Archon, as if waiting for him to express his true purpose.
"I'll tell you the truth, Miss Beda."
Malak smiled even brighter, revealing his teeth made of ivory and gemstones: "I have intentions for you, and I hope you can become mine."
After hearing these words, the lady did not become obsessed or fall to her knees like other women.
She shook her head slightly: "This is not a good idea."
Malak approached, full of oppression:
"That's a good idea, really.
I have inexhaustible wealth, a powerful army, hired witches, succubi and natural disasters, and at my command are war machines capable of destroying planets and fleets capable of crossing the stars.
People know my name, fear my existence, and my deeds..."
"Everyone in Comoros knows that it is a legend of the Milky Way?" Miss Beda added: "I have heard these words too many times and they are nothing new."
Malak was stunned: "What?"
"That's what my suitors say. They are all more handsome and obedient than you."
Miss Beda drank the soul wine, and a trace of liquid flowed along the corner of her mouth to her white neck, making it even more tempting.
She seemed to be talking to herself, or asking: "What makes you better than them?"
"Suitor?"
Malak was not hit by the other party's words, and said softly: "From now on, you have no suitors, not one.
Except me. ”
As he spoke, the consul took the big box from the steward and opened it, revealing frightened faces inside.
These were all ripped from the heads of Miss Beda's suitors.
"Now that they are all dead, all their weapons and wealth belong to me."
Malak stared at Miss Beda with hungry eyes: "You are mine too, and you have no right to refuse."
This is the delicious power. With just one order, he can even kill the life on the entire planet. There are legends about bloody butchers circulating in the galaxy.
Especially those human monkeys are even more afraid of their own appearance.
He hoped to see this lovely woman's frightened and frightened expression, and maybe the next moment she would tremble and beg for his mercy.
However, Miss Beda did not have much fear, and her voice was still lazy: "You are indeed amazing, and you are hardworking enough. I think you won this competition."
She stood up, as if she had some expectation: "Now, I am yours. If you are confident enough... you can do whatever you want to me."
The lady's black evening gown skimmed across her chest, releasing more of her beauty as the restraints were untied.
However, things did not develop as the consul expected.
"No...what did I do!"
Malak looked at everything in front of him and suddenly became frightened, trembling and weak, and the box fell to the ground.
The remains of the archon bodies were scattered.
Because he saw a pendant on Miss Beda's white chest, which was a shadow force field generator.
What's more, there is a terrible symbol on it, which belongs to a supreme figure - Asdubar Victor!
"Miss Beda is the mistress of the Supreme Overlord?!"
Malak looked terrified, losing all dignity and grace.
The information he investigated was wrong, which caused a big trouble, and he even wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.
In the dark city of Commorragh, no one dares to have anything to do with the Supreme Overlord's concubines, because they will get a fate worse than death.
At this time, nightmare figures also appeared in the shadows everywhere in the living room.
Those are elite bodyguards who can dismember the offender at any time.
Miss Beda looked at the consul who was almost crying in front of her with a hint of sarcasm:
"Go away, you incompetent waste."
She likes to see these pretentious guys showing their ugly face in front of her, and she never tires of it.
This is why she hides her identity and treats it as a game, although it will cause some murders and the consuls involved will end badly.
After Malak crawled away, the mistress of the Supreme Overlord sat back on the sofa.
She felt a little lonely and bored.
In fact, that old guy Victor couldn't bring her happiness. She was like a caged bird, losing any chance to satisfy her desires.
Because no one dares to challenge the authority of the Supreme Overlord, let alone touch her.
Miss Beda suppressed the desire in her heart, hoping that someone could conquer this body.
Unfortunately, that is impossible.
"All the men in Commorragh are worthless!" She smiled coldly, looking at the Nightmare Warriors, but those guys turned away.
They dare not even more.
Outside the mansion.
"Your Excellency Malak, what a coincidence."
Ron greeted the Archon whom he had met once warmly, but the guy didn't seem very happy.
It seems that the pursuit failed.
That goal was not easy to achieve, but fortunately I was well prepared.
Malak concealed his embarrassment, he didn't even think about talking anymore, his mind was full of thinking about what to do.
The bottom line is to escape Comoros and never come back.
Or should I personally express my apology to the supreme overlord and give everything I have to accept the punishment?
Malak glanced at the tall consul who walked into the mansion without any warning.
That guy was lucky. When he sent his men to assassinate him, he didn't find anyone, but now the other party has provoked the supreme overlord.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
The end will definitely be worse than mine!
In the luxurious living room, the remains of the Archon on the ground have been cleaned up.
Miss Beda awaits the arrival of her next suitor with great interest.
A new round of game begins.
She looked at Ron who walked in, flashing a hidden look, as if looking at a toy that she was allowed to play with.
This toy seems to be more handsome than the previous suitor, and has an inexplicable temperament in his bones?
But it doesn't matter.
Soon the suitor will look ugly in front of him, and even lose control on the spot after hearing the name of the Supreme Overlord.
"Archon, I don't seem to have heard of your name..."
Miss Beda changed her sitting position, and her fair skin was looming under her dress.
"That's not important, you don't need to know my name, because next I want to..."
Ron glanced around without any restraint, and then spoke vulgar words in Eldar language.
At this moment he looked less like a suitor and more like a robber.
It was the first time that Miss Beda heard such vulgar and ungentlemanly words.
She was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
What serious person would tell a girl that I'm going to kill you as soon as she comes up? !
"You, you..."
Before Miss Beida could react, she suddenly found that her hand was grabbed and her whole body was in the other person's arms.
She thought about something and became frightened. Things seemed out of control.
If she was violated this time, I'm afraid that old guy Victor wouldn't forgive him, and he might skin her and hang her on the roof of the palace to suffer eternity.
But why are those nightmare guards indifferent to all this?
In fact, the Nightmare Guards reacted immediately after they noticed something was wrong.
However, they were blocked.
As soon as the Nightmare Guards drew their swords, they found that the shadows beneath their feet moved.
At some point, the shadow turned into a pitch-black human shape with white hair and a blurred face. The body was covered with a little bit of human skin and exuded the faint light of runes.
That's...Mandela!
One of the most terrifying creatures on Commorragh, even the Dark Eldar themselves fear this evil species.
Some top governors liked to hire Mandela as an assassin.
They are extra-dimensional creatures that can freely move in and out of the shadows and can pull their targets into the dark dimension in an instant.
Theoretically, they can enter any dark place, even the bed in the most secure room.
Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to drive Mandela, especially with so many high-ranking Mandelas.
But Ron conquered these shadow creatures with a large amount of pure soul, obtained their obedience and raised them.
This is one of the reasons why he dared to come to Comoros.
In an instant, the high-ranking Mandelas covered the mouths of the Nightmare Guards and silently dragged more than 20 Nightmare Guards in the hall into the deep darkness.
Nothing could save Miss Beda now.
Miss Beda became more and more frightened when she realized that the Nightmare Guard had disappeared.
But she still has a glimmer of hope.
The daring Archon might be frightened by the Overlord's terror and flee.
"Consul, I am...oo..."
Before Miss Beda could say anything, she was blocked by an inexplicable force and could no longer speak.
"Shh, don't talk, it will be fine soon."
Ron patiently comforted the target in front of him, but he didn't know that it was even more daunting.
The other party burst into tears.
After that, he held Miss Beida down and used psychic torture techniques to explore the other party's thinking.
Skilled skills and gentle psychic powers allow the target to gain access to the secrets of their mind without causing too much damage.
Of course, this is only in the face of weak-thinking beings.
Those who are determined will have to use violence to obtain it, and it may not work.
For example, for a fierce man like Titus, the Inquisition could not get the information he wanted after hundreds of years of torture.
Ron's eyes turned white, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the control of psychic skills, penetrating into the target's mind.
He doesn't want to talk about bullshit love right now, he just wants to get information!
These days, Ron has used similar methods to raid several targets and obtained a large amount of secret information while Victor and the large forces of the conspiracy were not in Comoros.
Many noble ladies remained silent about this, or even took the initiative to cover it up.
They can't let everyone know that not only were they deceived, but they also exposed the secrets of those around them, right?
And the person in front of him is the most important person. He is ready to run away after finishing this vote.
However, this time, Ron encountered some difficulties because the target seemed to have some kind of mental limitation.
It looks like we caught a big fish!
He was even more excited and tried his best. Fortunately, the Dark Eldar were not good at psychic powers and did not have many targeted defenses.
It didn't take long.
Ron bypassed the limitations of his mind and got the information he wanted in his mind.
At the same time, there was a greater harvest.
This bitch is Asdubal Victor's mistress, and she seems pretty bad.
From her mind.
Ron gets more information about Victor.
Some of the old guy's functions are not working properly, which is caused by defects in his soul. Even if he installs new organs, it will be of no use.
No wonder it's so perverted.
In addition, there are some secrets about Comoros or the location of special passages.
The rest, not much.
But he doesn't expect to have all the secrets either.
After all, Beda is just a mistress, so it would be nice to be able to hear some secrets.
This was because Victor was confident enough. Before the Great Schism, no one dared to betray or resist him for hundreds of thousands of years.
From the fragment of thought, Ron noticed a special term - Black Throne.
Anything with similar words is dangerous.
Such as the golden throne, the glazed throne, and now a black throne has appeared.
It seems that the supreme overlord wants to do something big behind the scenes. Is it possible that it has something to do with the emperor?
He decided to investigate carefully after returning.
"Please, save...save me!"
Miss Beda's consciousness was somewhat damaged under the intense exploration.
Her consciousness became blurred and she prayed to the robber in front of her to save her.
In fact, such injuries are not fatal.
Ron took out the top soul potion and poured it into this beautiful lady.
She couldn't let anything happen to avoid arousing Victor's vigilance.
The special soul energy of the Goddess of Life has a strong healing effect on the Dark Eldar, able to heal their bodies and souls.
Miss Beida suddenly came into contact with such a high-level soul healing, and she went straight to the sky.
She held on to the archon robber beside her.
Ron was not polite, after all, he saw some information from his mind.
This bitch wants to tease her, so she needs to be taught a lesson.
After that, there are violent storms, spiral vortexes, and the ultimate jet pendulum.
A certain seductive secretary shed tears of envy for having played the role of mistress for so long.
Got nothing.
Miss Beda woke up leisurely and realized all the crazy things last night, her beautiful face became distorted:
"Do you know what a mistake you have made? Soon you will face the most cruel punishment and torture!"
"Please calm down."
Ron was sitting on the sofa drinking high-end soul red wine as if he were at home.
He poured the other party a drink too:
"Miss Beda, you don't want the Supreme Overlord to know about this, right?"
Such words made Victor's mistress calm down and no longer behave too impulsively.
She realized that she and the other party had become grasshoppers on the same line.
I had exposed too many secrets about the old guy Victor to the consul, and there was no turning back.
It didn't take long.
Ron reached some agreement with the other party, left the mansion in a swaggering manner, walked into the dark streets and disappeared.
In the living room.
Miss Beda was still lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the city scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had some fear, but also some expectations and aftertaste.
——
Comoros, airspace.
Violent colorful colors distorted in the light, and countless black sails fluttered in the void.
The High Overlord of Commorragh, Asdubal Viktor, has returned to his palace from his campaign against the noble traitors.
His eyes looked down at the city again.
(End of chapter)