Chapter 498 The Savior: When the descendants of Asuman come, Comoros will be peaceful! "The nightmare monster discovered me!" Vallek showed fear and immediately ordered the conspiracy group warriors under his command to attack.
Swish swish swish swish—
Poison crystal fragments and dark matter rays poured out, and the colorful light curtain flooded the roof of the building opposite, destroying the area.
In the poisonous fog and smoke, everyone saw the hideous shadow again.
Mandela Shadow Weaver folded his limbs and body into an impossible angle and disappeared from people's vision.
"Stop him, never let that monster come in..."
Valak's voice was a little hoarse.
He knew that the Shadow Creature did not leave, but was getting closer to him, and the vicious buzzing around him became stronger.
The entire defense system of the ruling government is operating.
The Nightmare and the Conspiracy Group warriors stared at every corner, the weapons in their hands were ready to go.
They must be alert to any area or they may lose their lives.
The consul's residence was in silence, so quiet that the samurai's heartbeat could be heard, and fear spread silently.
However, after a long time, the attack still did not come, but no one dared to take it lightly.
"That guy is playing with us, trying to torture our spirit and soul."
Valak took a sip of blood-red spirits and injected himself with stimulant to cheer up.
It's not just him, but even the warriors were tired.
This is the terror of Shadow Creatures, especially advanced creatures like Mandela Shadow Weaver.
They have enough patience to wait for the flaws of their prey, unless they can never rest.
Even then, Shadow Creatures are interested in continuing to waste their prey.
Forever. "If I can stick with it, the support of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group is coming." Valleck comforted himself.
He stood alone in the center of the hall, with crystal lamps and candlelight illuminating every angle of his body, ensuring no shadows appeared.
As long as the shadow is eliminated, there is a chance to deal with shadow creatures.
Those guys are not immortal existences, they are just a little more difficult.
Excellent killers or succubus of the Dark Spirit Clan can even hunt shadow creatures alone.
The consul had a pale face and looked weak.
So sleepy, so sleepy...
The vicious buzzing from the shadow creature was destroying his will, and the stimulant was almost losing its effect, and an irresistible sleepiness came.
But he told himself that he should never sleep, that could mean death.
But all the thinking and pictures in the brain tell Valleck that he needs a soft bed, needs to close his eyes, and needs a black environment.
His body wanted to rest.
Gradually, the sky gradually darkened and night fell around.
"How could my mansion have no lights?!"
Valak was shocked and suddenly opened his eyes.
His heart beating violently, and he closed his eyes unknowingly and went to sleep!
Once you fall asleep on the ground, the shadow formed by this is enough to launch an attack on the shadow creature.
And without any warning.
Fortunately, he was still in the light, and there were no traces of danger around him.
Hu—
Walak moved his stiff body and breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next moment.
Ah!
The screams of the samurai of the conspiracy group came from the lower area, as if they had encountered some irresistible terror.
Immediately afterwards, there was a violent sound of fire.
Lower area.
The warriors of the conspiracy group looked at their fallen companions and shot.
The enemy is coming!
There were more than one Shadow creature coming to attack, and their attack methods were so unpredictable.
The attackers often hear their companions scream first, and then see a dark ghost emerging from the other party's shadow, holding a hideous torture instrument with long limbs.
Prepare to pierce the heart of a living person or cut off the heads of a living person.
What's even more terrifying is that they can pass through any gap like shadows and arrive at unexpected locations to launch an attack.
Bang—
The lights went out, and bursts of gunfire reflected on their panic-faced faces.
The warriors' fronts of the conspiracy group were in chaos, and everyone was trying to shoot or chop the shadows of those activities, but they could not cause too much damage.
The Mandela attacker's movements were weird and agile, running around the walls, ceilings, and ground, or blending into shadows and appearing in other locations.
They are more like playing with prey than simply killing each other.
"Go to die the monster!"
The Nightmare Guard seemed to be angry and suddenly took out a powerful weapon and banged it to the ceiling.
Bang!
The floor shook violently.
Walak also shook, and then found a hole in the floor.
He angrily scolded in the communication channel: "You wastes, you are not allowed to use powerful weapons to destroy buildings!"
If the hall's defense is destroyed or the floor is collapsed, you have to finish it.
So ~
Valak was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at an area.
He found an arc erupting from the crystal lighting facility there, which was obviously caused by the attack just now.
This leads to the loss of light.
A black shadow appeared on the floor of the hall.
Walak subconsciously took a few steps back, and before he could react, the shadow began to squirm.
Accompanied by the spreading fog.
The dark ghost slowly stood up from the shadows, the surrounding lumens became flickering, and the entire hall became dim.
He finally saw the appearance of the nightmare monster. In addition to the runes emitting faint light throughout his body, he could also see a pair of red bat wings.
That is the Mandela Shadow Weaver!
Such advanced shadow creatures can manipulate darkness, absorb natural and artificial light, and put the environment into darkness that even sensors cannot function.
It can also woven and mold the silk threads in the shadows to further deepen the darkness.
"Guard!"
Valak subconsciously looked at the nightmare guards at the entrance of the hall, but they had been dragged into the shadow by other Mandela attackers.
In other words, now he can only rely on himself.
The consul responded quickly and immediately took out the crushing pistol and pointed it at Mandela to fire.
It was his usual monofilament weapon. After firing, an expanding monofilament screen will be released. After capturing the enemy, it will tighten and tear it to pieces.
Because the area that monofilament can extend is very large and it is almost impossible to avoid, the sharp monofilament can even cut heavy armor.
It is a powerful weapon.
Valleck used the monofilament of the crushing pistol to kill many enemies, even a human Chaos Terminator warrior.
It's simply unfavorable.
In an instant, the monofilament extended and bound the Mandela Shadow Weaver, and then quickly contracted. "It's successful!"
This made him happy.
But the next moment, Valleck's heart sank.
Because the shrinkage of the monofilament failed to harm the target, the Mandela Shadow Weaver turned into a shadow and merged into the ground, disappearing.
Our most powerful weapon has failed!
When Valleck realized this, he immediately changed to another more powerful energy weapon - the Hot Spear Pistol.
That's enough to kill any Mandela.
As soon as he grabbed the hot spear pistol, the black shadow rushed out of the shadow under his feet.
Smile light flashed.
Before the consul had time to do anything, the hot spear pistol broke into two pieces and dropped to the ground with a snap.
He realized the danger, activated the final defense, and the personal force field exploded and knocked away the abominable monster.
Valak turned around and ran to his bedroom desperately.
The explosion of the force field just now can only temporarily stop the other party, and I must escape to a safe place as soon as possible.
He entered the passage in the bedroom and ran forward along the secret passage, with solid gates closed layer after layer.
Even though, he entered a secret room.
Walak gasped violently, watching the final door closed.
In this way, even the armored troops will find it difficult to break through the defense here in a short period of time.
But immediately, a sense of despair arose in his heart: "It's over, this is a mistake..."
I don't know if it was too panic or because the shadow creature had influenced his thinking, Valleck discovered that I made a fatal mistake.
Such defense cannot stop Mandela at all, but will put himself in a desperate situation.
Even there is no room for escape!
It's so ~
The lights sway, cold runes appear on the walls of the secret room, and shadows appear again.
The mandela shadow weaver's hideous body appeared before the consul, and he had no means or weapons to deal with it. "I am willing to sacrifice more and forgive my life..."
Walak's voice trembled, his back against the wall, and there was no way out.
He looked at the darkness condensed into stalemate and the blood-stained torture instruments, and the fear in his heart was endless.
Praying for any possibility of survival.
However, the Mandela Shadow Weaver was unmoved.
This terrifying high-level shadow creature disdained to accept any conditions and focused on executing the master's orders.
He approached step by step, and the breath of death became stronger and stronger.
"No!"
Walak's hand chills, he closed his eyes in despair, and welcomes the arrival of the ending moment.
However, death did not come as expected.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
He noticed something was wrong and slowly opened his eyes. The Mandela Shadow Weaver was standing there looking at him, without the intention to continue attacking.
On my hand was a box, and the storage tank inside was filled with concentrated souls.
? ? ?
Valak was a little confused.
The terrifying shadow creature just stuffed a box full of souls into his hand and forced it to give it to him?
He smelled the fragrance of his soul.
These souls are so pure that they are equivalent to the gains of decades of robbery by their own conspiracy group.
After all, after paying the Eleventh Soul Tax to the Supreme Overlord, not many of them can get into their hands.
What the hell is going on? Shadow creatures have such a big formation to give it to themselves?
Just as the consul was stunned, the hoarse voice of the Mandela Shadow Weaver sounded, as if trying to utter a syllable: "Ah...Man..."
Valak endured his fear, Trying to hear all the syllables clearly: "Descendants of Asoman?"
When Mandela heard this, he nodded and tried to squeeze out a hideous smile:
He pointed to the box in the consul's hand: "...a gift!"
At this time, The report came from Vallek's communication channel.
The Mandela attackers have retreated, and the shadow creatures have not killed anyone, except for the unlucky guys who were beaten to death by their own people.
Valak finally understood what is happening now. The Shadow Monster has just wanted to break through the defense these days and send the box to his own hands?
That is the order of the Shadow Monster's employer, descendant of Asoman.
After the Mandela Shadow Weaver delivered the box, it turned into a shadow and merged into the ground. He had to find other targets.
Walak sat on the ground.
He looked at the box in front of him, and his eyes revealed a hint of greed. This was a white and pure soul!
But the consul soon thought of something and became scared.
The descendants of Asoman are the enemies that the Supreme Overlord pointed out to be eliminated. Is it a kind of betrayal that he has received the other party’s gift?
If the Supreme Overlord knows about this, wouldn't it be over!
But then again, no one knows that the gift I received in the secret room, let alone that this is a pure soul without paying taxes!
How can people refuse such a generous illegal income?
Valak sighed a long time and murmured, "That descendant of Asoman is so rich, he is so generous with his actions..."
He was reminded of the supreme overlord.
Our conspiracy group gang not only has no reward for serving that existence, but also has to pay taxes to the other party.
How hateful that is!
If the Supreme Overlord dies one day, it seems that it is good to follow the descendants of Asoman?
But now, the hateful existence is still alive, who dares to resist him?
The consul looked at the rich soul gift in the box greedily, falling into fear and entanglement.
…
In a remote network in Comoros. "That's right, letting the Shadow Legion deliver express is indeed the right choice!"
Ron looked at the gathered information and nodded with satisfaction.
Those guys can ignore most of the terrain and defense system and deliver their gifts to the target accurately.
It's simply a natural errand-running holy body, the kind that goes 24 hours a day! "Oh my God..."
The witch secretary Elise widened her eyes and was numb.
Those shadow creatures are one of the most terrifying assassins in the Galaxy. Lord Asuman actually only let them do such things?
She looked at the dark ghostly shadow who was pounding the back and frozen drinks of Asuman's descendants, and suddenly felt that the hideous creature had become more handsome.
It seems that it is not that scary either.
Now, the Shadow Legion is responsible for implementing one of Ron's strategy to conquer Comoros: Forced recharge!
He did not allow the Shadow Legion to assassinate characters or kill to create panic.
A legion such as this could not completely conquer Comoros.
The high-level warriors of the Dark Spirit clan are not weaker than Mandela. Large-scale assassination will inevitably cause a large number of casualties to the Shadow Legion.
And that way, I will be no different from the supreme overlord. The residents of Comoros will hate him, the descendant of Asuman.
So cooperate with the Supreme Overlord to destroy himself.
So, Ron used Mandela's ability to move, and asked them to send rich soul gifts to the consuls, including a sincere and sincere letter to the pie.
Using forced bribery to shake the thoughts of those consuls.
Let them know how generous the descendants of Asoman were, and everyone could eat meat.
This is equivalent to being an open conspiracy.
Whether they take the initiative to admit that they have accepted bribes or concealed this matter, it will destroy their trust.
No one knows how many traitors who received gifts from Asoman's descendants are hiding beside them.
Ron also dared to gamble, and the consuls did not dare to reveal to the Supreme Overlord that he had received gifts from Asoman's descendants.
After all, being honest with that capricious existence is almost the same as dying.
And the consuls' desire for the soul cannot be underestimated. Comoros's eleven soul tax is no less light than that of the empire.
Ron positioned himself as "Zhang Mazi" who upholds justice, rather than bringing Comoros' taxes to the supreme overlord like "Huang Silang" after many years.
The next thing he had to do was to completely expose the ugly and weak side of the Supreme Overlord to everyone.
Eliminate people's fear of that existence as much as possible and arouse their mentality of resistance.
Anyway, the wind is coming up in Comoros.
He Asuman just needs to wait for the time to come, enter the city openly, and then send a fatal blow to the Supreme Overlord with the support of the crowd!
…
On the streets of the tower spire area.
After those nightmare monsters left for a while, people dared to return to the streets.
They talked about this terrible experience, telling the terrible parts of the hideous shadows, and it seemed that everything had returned to peace. "That...those monsters are coming again!"
But soon, there was another riot on the streets, and people fled around screaming.
The terrifying nightmare monster is coming again!
In the shadows on the street, some hideous ghosts appeared, and many people were too late to escape.
They became increasingly afraid.
Amid the fear of the Dark Eldar residents, those Mandela took out a few posters and posted them to the conspicuous part of the street, and handed them a few flyers to the residents next to them.
After they sank into the shadows and immediately appeared in another place, continuing to paste posters or distribute flyers.
Efficient efficiency.
That was the propaganda force of the Shadow Legion, and its main task was to post posters and distribute flyers.
This is the real way to open the army of dimensions!
Now the Shadow Legion is mainly divided into three teams: one is responsible for running errands and giving gifts; one is responsible for posting posters and sending flyers; and the other is dedicated to drilling various pipes, underground dark rooms, and ruins. , assist the imperial guards in finding the emperor's clone and the black throne.
This Shadow Biology Force, which is responsible for posting posters and sending leaflets, has a heavy task.
They have to paste all kinds of publicity materials all over the streets and alleys of Comoros, preferably at the door of the Supreme Overlord's mansion or the head of the bed!
Since many areas of Comoros are controlled by the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, it is impossible to do this under normal circumstances, and the sent out propaganda personnel will be wiped out soon.
But these shadow creatures are different. They can move through the shadows unscrupulously, run away when they stick, and it is difficult to capture.
It is best to complete this difficult task to promote the ideas of Asoman descendants or to discredit and eliminate Victor's horror image.
Near the street.
A dark spirit child looked at the nightmare monster next to him and cried, afraid that the monster would dismember himself like in the horror story.
Bo--
Mandela quickly shut up the child.
Amid everyone's desperate eyes, he suddenly stuffed a unwritten soul potion into the child's mouth, which was a powerful dream series, and then stuffed it to the other party a flyer.
"Gift from the descendants of Asoman..."
After he left such words, he merged into the shadow.
The powerful dream series soul potion with a special substance content of more than 90% suddenly made the dark spirit child red, almost making him go to heaven.
But the soul energy contained in it still restored his pale and shriveled body to blood and his spirit became much better.
Due to the cruel eleven soul tax, the bottom of the Dark Spirit Clan basically cannot get much soul, and the erosion of the Hungry Lady over the years left them dying.
Many children die before they even grow up.
This little soul is simply a big boost to them!
"The nightmare monster not only does not kill people, but also produces souls?"
The residents of Comoros were very surprised and had a hint of desire, so they were not afraid.
After all, the lack of soul is more terrifying than death.
They endured their fear and took the initiative to approach Mandela, took the initiative to receive the flyer they handed over, and indeed received a low-level soul potion.
But the residents felt a little scared when they saw the text patterns on the leaflets.
(This chapter ends)