Chapter 487 Black Throne, the clone of the Emperor?
"The Black Throne..."
In a secret room in an underground pipe somewhere, Ron received information about the Black Throne from the Inquisition's forbidden archives.
That thing actually came from the secret deal between the Imperial Mechanicus and the Dark Eldar.
In order to repair the gradually collapsing Golden Throne, the Mechanicum invited the Haemonculi Master of the Dark Eldar Tribe.
The High Lords agreed to the plan, hoping to use alien technology to repair the sacred creation.
The cost of this hire was a large forge world, eight tithe settlements, and tens of billions of souls.
The defenses in these places will be lifted and given to the Dark Eldar.
The empire believes that such a sacrifice is worth it. The Golden Throne is the lifeblood of mankind. Once it fails, mankind will face immeasurable losses.
"Tsk, it fits my stereotype of the empire."
Ron frowned and continued reading. The sound of searching footsteps could be vaguely heard outside.
After the contract was signed, the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Haemonculi Guild of the Dark Eldar jointly studied the Golden Throne and attempted to restore it.
However, the deal eventually spiraled out of control.
Because after the Dark Eldar came into contact with the Golden Throne, they secretly retained the relevant technology and tried to recreate this magnificent creation on their own.
They devised a plan called the Black Throne.
The Dark Eldar attempt to use the Black Throne to prevent the Chaos invasion and regional loss of control that have frequently broken out in Commorragh since the Great Rift.
But the Black Throne, like the Golden Throne, also requires a powerful psyker to control it.
But they don't have psykers like that.
The Dark Eldar's choice was to create an "Emperor" of their own. In the process of studying the Golden Throne, the Haemonculi secretly collected blood stains on the equipment and dried liquid on the broken pipelines.
Those are the genes that belong to the Emperor.
They sought to create a twisted clone of the Emperor to control the Black Throne.
Eventually, the Inquisition and the Custodes intervened to reclaim the Emperor's genes, destroying all facilities involving the Dark Eldar xenos and disposing of those involved.
Transactions with the Dark Eldar were also terminated.
"Now it seems that the Dark Eldar have not stopped building the Black Throne, and are even making clones of the Emperor."
Ron thought about the secrets he had obtained, and his eyes were full of worry: "I just don't know how far their research has gone, and whether they have really created a new 'Emperor'."
He had no doubt that the Dark Eldar could do this, because those Haemonculi masters were the best at flesh and blood and resurrection.
But I am curious about what the cloned "Emperor" will look like.
What's even more frightening is that the twisted clone of the Emperor may become a weapon used by the Dark Eldar against humans, and may even be used by the Chaos Gods.
An emperor's body that can be corrupted is quite terrifying.
The mere appearance of this image can split the empire's beliefs and absorb resistance or corrupted forces within the empire.
Ron was a little glad that he discovered this secret, otherwise he would have waited until the Dark Eldar aliens' plan succeeded.
It is expected to cause more disasters.
The problem now is where the Black Throne and the "Emperor" clone are hidden, and he has no idea about it.
But there is no doubt that this important facility, like the Golden Throne, must be under the strictest protection.
Maybe you can only wait until you master Comoros before you can search and rob it on a large scale.
His desire to occupy the Comoros became increasingly urgent.
After the Black Throne and the "Emperor" clone are found, there is hope that the technology there can be used to improve the gradual collapse of the Golden Throne.
After all, the Golden Throne is also a talisman for the empire.
After the footsteps of the manhunt outside subsided, Ron, Elise and others moved to a new place.
They have to contact some cabal forces belonging to the Redemption Satellite Zone to cause more influence in Comoros.
The plan of the aristocratic governors to resist Victor had failed, and he could just inherit their legacy and absorb the defeated rebel forces.
He believed there were enough people in the city who wanted to rebel against the bloody rule of the Overlord.
It’s just that I don’t dare for the time being.
What he has to do is to dismantle that fear and trigger more resistance.
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Upturned spire, high throne room.
Chaotic light filtered in from the high windows, and all kinds of disgusting colors came into view.
These colors set off a forest of chains hanging from the ceiling, each chain hung with a skinned body, many of which were still twisting and shaking in agony.
But they couldn't make any sound.
This is what happens to those who resist, experiencing their own death in centuries of slow torture before their souls are fed to the Thirsty Lady.
Ugh! ! !
Malak was also hung on one of the chains, struggling desperately.
After the executive blasphemed the mistress of the supreme overlord, he did not dare to escape. Instead, he took the initiative to admit his crime and was willing to offer all his property to beg for forgiveness.
But he was not forgiven.
Malak's blood-red eyes stared at the scene in the hall. Amidst the gloomy sound of the iron chains colliding, the consuls waited uneasily and did not dare to make any noise.
Warriors in jet-black armor filed in. These were the elite forces of the black-hearted conspiracy.
Afterwards, the courtiers and playthings of the Supreme Overlord also poured into the auditorium.
Music sounded like the friction of sharp knives and jigsaws.
The slaves lined up and sang hymns to welcome the arrival of the supreme overlord.
When the song reaches a painful climax, one slave after another falls under the impalement of the torture instrument, offering up his tortured soul.
The dark and ugly throne, covered with sharp bevels and blades, slowly lowered.
The supreme overlord of Comoros was among them, overlooking and staring at all the archons present. Everyone wanted to escape that gaze, but no one dared to do so.
Victor's old body, which has lived for ten thousand years, has an unusually youthful appearance, with pale skin that is smooth and without any wrinkles.
But those deep, dark pupils exuded a viciousness and cunning that didn't match his appearance.
The Archons struggled to restrain their fear and meet the gaze of the Supreme Overlord. Any dodge or uneasiness could lead to death.
"You guys are always so reserved, why don't you smile?"
Victor looked at the governors in the audience, with intolerable confidence on his face.
He knows that people are afraid of him, and he enjoys that fear.
The words of the Supreme Overlord frightened the archons even more. They didn't know whether to laugh or not.
Because the man on the throne always likes to say irony, but sometimes it's true.
It's unpredictable.
Some consuls tried their best to smile, but received even colder looks, which made them feel desperate in their hearts.
They realize they made a mistake and they remember it.
Fortunately, Victor has no interest in killing irrelevant people now.
His voice was like a poisonous snake, echoing in the hall: "My poor and beautiful dark city...why are there always so many people plotting to destroy it?"
The Archons were silent, no one would be foolish enough to speak out at this time.
Victor was pacing on the high platform with his scepter in hand, saying to himself: "Do they want to destroy this city, or do they want to oppose its owner..."
He stopped in front of a body hanging upside down and covered in blood.
That was the prize of this time, the traitor who betrayed the supreme overlord - the noble consul Hralak. Their joint action to resist the tyrant had failed.
The rebellion of these nobles created a great schism in Commorragh, and they even attempted to resurrect Victor's once greatest rival, Lord El Uriac.
Let the ancient lord lead you to victory.
Unfortunately, the resurrection plan was corrupted by Chaos and failed, and the nobles also died and were caught.
Now, the traitor Hralak has become a prisoner and a testament to the authority of the Supreme Overlord.
Under the gaze of all the Archons, the Haemonculi skillfully peeled the flesh and blood from the traitors' bodies while inflicting dozens of times more pain.
Victor fiddled with the hanging strips of meat and sneered: "These punishments are not enough to make up for the damage you have caused, especially when it comes to destroying the unity of Comoros."
The unity that the Supreme Overlord refers to is absolute obedience, even if he often kills consuls loyal to him for inexplicable reasons.
Hralak's eyes showed pain and hatred for the Supreme Overlord, but his vocal cords had been removed, making it impossible for him to curse even the simplest insults.
He looked at Victor and the restless consuls with deep reluctance.
If the Archons unite, they can definitely defeat Victor and end the other party's evil rule and oppression in Comoros.
But instead of doing this, they destroyed the rebels.
The governors did not dare to have any thoughts about Victor. They just desperately coveted other people and looked for opportunities to defeat their competitors.
Perhaps this is the purpose of the Supreme Overlord, to secure the throne amid the mutual struggles of the Archons.
Victor glanced over the consuls and talked about his great achievements:
"Everyone, I am the one who cares most about Commorragh. I saved many people during the Great Fall and brought them to this city.
However, some people want to destroy all of this and maliciously provoke divisions in this city. This is really unforgivable. ”
He returned to the throne, overlooking everyone: "I summoned you here to end the great division of Comoros. All traitors cannot escape, just like Hralak, and will finally be judged.
And you should also take responsibility! ”
The High Overlord declared his order for all cabals to take action to eliminate any intruders from outside the Veil, demon-possessed entities, and any possible traitors.
This heralds a new round of fighting.
The Archons of the Cabal accepted the order from the Supreme Overlord and silently walked out of the throne room.
Each one of them is lost in his own thoughts and wary of others, especially competitors.
These Archons are no doubt thinking of ways to feed their rivals to the invaders or daemonic entities that plague the cities of Commorragh.
Everyone can be a traitor, and no one will miss this opportunity to settle old scores and resolve old enemies.
Soon, the Archons divided into different groups on the way to the ship, determined their goals, and then began to act.
Of course, they also have to deal with invading entities in their area of responsibility and hunt down traitors in the process.
"When the Black Throne and the body are completed, no one can challenge my authority..."
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Victor sat alone on the throne, with a trace of anxiety deep in his eyes.
It is true that not many consuls dare to resist themselves yet, but the betrayal and great schism of the nobles have indeed left a slight flaw in their authority.
That's a danger sign.
Victor, who was born as a slave, never ignores any danger.
He looked at the huge observation window, in which the entire city of Comoros was reflected, and each area was the size of the planet.
Many purple scars can be seen in the dark area.
Those are all traces of subspace invasion. Cracks have appeared in many areas. Demonic entities are constantly entering the city, and some green skins and bugs are causing chaos.
Fortunately, there are not many chaotic areas. This dark city still maintains basic order and does not affect the core urban area.
Victor hides a secret in his heart that no one tells.
These cracks were actually created by him. Only a certain degree of threat from the outside can promote people's unity.
Thus diverting hatred and attention from the Supreme Overlord.
Now that the rebellious noble traitors have been eliminated, it is time to deal with these threats from the outside.
He balanced the situation with subtlety.
After the consuls cleared up the chaos in the city and fought for a round, their active power was consumed.
Everything will return to stability.
Victor held his chin and returned to his lazy look.
His sharp fingertips skimmed over the pages floating in the air, which recorded one conspiracy after another.
The attack on the Savior's Webway has entered the advanced stage of preparations, and many dark devices will lead to a demonic frenzy.
In addition, there are also alienations and plunders against the Empire, Ark Eldar cousins, etc.
Then, the supreme overlord saw another unfamiliar name - the Redemption Satellite Area.
It is a satellite area among countless remote frontier areas. Recently, its name has appeared in Comoros, and it may be worthy of attention.
He gave the order.
Let the agents of the Black Heart Cabal gather more information about the Redemption Satellite Zone.
Victor focused on the area where special wealth seemed to be hidden, and no place could resist the deprivation from the supreme overlord.
Especially those side areas.
All borders that defy him have been destroyed, whether through the use of land-destroying artifacts or warp rifts.
After reading the information, he summoned his concubines to serve him, and at the same time heard some interesting news.
An anecdote about the beloved concubine Beda.
All the offenders have been punished, and there is still an unknown person hiding, a very capable little thing.
Maybe we need to catch that guy.
……
In the underground secret room of a tavern somewhere.
"Ms. Maris, we must create enough influence before the aftermath of the chaos subsides."
Ron looked at the female consul of the Viper Cabal in front of him and put forward his own suggestions.
Maris is one of the cabal forces that recently joined the Redemption Satellite Zone, and is also a resistance force within Comoros that has been encircling and suppressing it.
She was one of Victor's consorts before forming the Cabal and was known for her outstanding intelligence.
But after a while, the Overlord grew disgusted with his overly clever consort and expelled her from the court.
Over the next thousand years.
Maris led her followers to escape a series of pursuits by Victor, and established a mysterious bond with the Eldar Harlequin Troupe.
They hid in remote webways and built secret bases and poison factories one after another.
After the Great Schism, Maris returned to Comoros, hoping to form an alliance with the nobles, but was met with hostility and rejection.
They don't want to trust a person who was once the Supreme Overlord's pillow.
Later, Ron contacted Evrené through Guilliman, and then contacted the Harlequin Troupe through Evrené, and then followed the obtained clues to find Maris.
He promises to work with her to take revenge on the Supreme Overlord.
Now they have joined forces and are ready to make waves in Comoros.
Of course, Ron didn't completely believe this woman.
Who knows if the other party is the lunatic Victor who has been planning a plan for thousands of years, just to fish for law enforcement, and let his former spouse backstab his collaborator at the critical moment.
Destroy all resistance forces in one fell swoop.
Maryse's body was still stained with blood. She drank a bottle of high-level soul potion, which was quite memorable:
"Descendants of Asuman, can you tell me why the soul energy you collected is so fascinating?"
"It's a secret, or I'll tell you in the future, but now we should discuss business."
Ron did not reveal the core secret of the Redemption Satellite Zone, at least not until Victor was eliminated.
"Well, from now on, all my men in Comoros are under your command."
Maris winked: "You really don't consider my assassination plan or a large-scale attack."
"That's too old-fashioned."
Ron shook his head: "What we need to do is to undermine Victor's authority. Then someone will naturally kill him. He can't hide even if he cries for his father and mother.
As for now, we have to send a signal.
The great descendant of Asuman is about to come to Comoros. He only wants to do three things, and that is fairness, fairness, or **** fairness! ”
"That's a thing."
Ron scratched his head and loaded the dark matter pistol:
"That's pretty much it. We have to let everyone understand that Comoros and the Redemption Satellite Area belong to everyone, and they can enjoy more wealth.
Instead of fighting for a long time and not even being able to drink some soup.
The obstacle to all this is the supreme overlord Victor. As long as he falls, everyone can share the attractive wealth. ”
He said and fired a shot into the area of the secret room door.
With the sound of gunfire, the door was breached, and the nightmare warrior who rushed in first was attacked by the forbidden weapon and was brutally decomposed.
Turned into black juice.
Ron noticed that there seemed to be more people chasing him, which meant the beginning of the confrontation with Victor.
Afterwards, he, Maris and others fled to a webway, and at the same time controlled people all over Comoros to carry out propaganda operations.
Once everyone knows about the Redemption Satellite and the descendants of Asuman, they can spend a lot of money and undermine Victor's prestige.
Everyone will know who it is more beneficial to hang out with, instead of enduring brutal rule and precarious life.
Don't the Dark Eldar crave soul energy? Then he, the savior of hope and the descendant of Asurman, will fill their souls full.
To the point where it’s impossible to say no.
As time went by, more and more Comorans heard the legends about the Redemption Satellite and the descendants of Asuman.
The mysterious descendant of Asuman seems to have endless wealth and will bring more and more wonderful souls to people.
There are ways to escape the Thirsty Lady's gaze and bring redemption to the Dark Eldar's sad fate.
Various soul potions from the Redemption Satellite Area are also continuously imported to Comoros through the black market.
After people taste it, they are no longer willing to absorb those inferior souls.
at the same time.
Several invited descendants of Dark Eldar nobles, soul poets, and flesh and blood artists secretly went to the Redemption Satellite Area...
(End of chapter)