Chapter 501 The Supreme Overlord: It’s bad, it’s the ultimate humiliation!
In the network channel.
The sailing boats that the descendants of Asoman sailed quietly into a private port and disappeared.
It didn't take long.
A ripper sailboat travels along the same route.
"Just...hat a sailboat has passed?"
Valek looked into the distance, wondering if he was dazzled.
Now his fatigue was gone, his whole body was refreshed and he looked much younger.
This is the racial advantage of the Dark Spirit Clan. Once you absorb enough soul energy, you can quickly repair your body and restore your vitality.
After the consul figured it out, the consul quickly took his own rifter sailboat to enter the special network channel and headed to the mansion of the superior consul.
The Tearer Sailboat slowly docked at the private network port of Smith's superior consul, and a hint of undetectable awe flashed in Valleck's eyes.
The spire belonging to Lord Smith is far larger than his own mansion. The huge black tower pierces into the void like a sharp sword.
It seems to be declaring the authority of the master.
As usual, Lord Smith held a meeting in the lobby of his mansion.
Many lower-level consuls gathered to discuss with the adult how to curb the chaos caused by Asoman descendants in the region.
The interior decoration of the hall fully demonstrates the luxury and cruelty of the Dark Spirit.
The ceiling was dazzlingly high, made of countless black crystals inlaid with skeletons, and the wailing of the soul could be heard faintly.
Walak observed the decoration of the hall with interest, feeling that it was simply art.
I used to be in the mood to appreciate these things, but now I am different, and my emotions are extremely relaxed.
Especially under the nourishment of the pure soul, the senses have become much more sensitive, and you can appreciate this beauty even more.
Of course, it is mainly because I have no previous danger and my life has been continued.
This is the most wonderful thing.
Valak straightened his waist and walked to his own position and stood.
This time, he did not jump out to express his loyalty to the supreme overlord, nor did he hand over the gifts of Asuman's descendants.
The consuls who came here should have received the soul gift yesterday, just like themselves.
After Valleck, a somewhat sluggish consul, understood the secrets, he felt different when he looked at other consuls.
It is obvious that those are all their own people.
The consuls realized something, and their eyes looked at Valleck became friendly.
"Valak, you have completed your mission well recently."
Consul Smith looked at the once stubborn consul and felt a little relieved:
"You have contributed to the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, and I am very satisfied with your performance."
He looked at everyone: "We are all loyal to the Supreme Overlord, aren't we?
So we must better obey the orders of that existence and reassure him..."
Valak followed the consuls and responded with smiles, and everything was silent.
He understood what Lord Smith meant.
That is, you don’t have to actually do anything to betray the supreme overlord, but you don’t have to do your best to the orders of that existence.
In short, there are orders above and countermeasures below to maintain the illusion of stability in the situation.
At some point, they have to fuel the fire and destroy the blockade, and while strengthening this chaos, they will pull more people into this camp.
This way, the more people they are, the safer they are, and the greater the power of the descendants of Asoman.
After all, they have chosen the noble descendant of that noble family, and their ultimate goal is of course to drive the old guy Victor off the throne!
Valleck believes.
This change is not just in Rouhong Port, but there will be more people like Smith and himself in other areas of Comoros.
We have endured the Supreme Overlord Victor for too long, hoping that there will be a better existence to replace him.
No matter what, I and others must help Asuman's descendants win this victory!
Walak decided to continue to maintain the Supreme Overlord's pursuit order after returning to Yanhong Port, but it was just a thunder and raindrops were small.
Allow faith to be strengthened about the descendants of Asoman.
This kind of thing happens in many places in Comoros.
The comprehensive clearance and pursuit are still continuing, but the power of Asoman descendants is growing and growing, gradually eroding the power that originally belonged to the supreme overlord.
Many people noticed this and chose to join.
After the meeting in the hall, Smith's superior consul held another private banquet.
Like many consuls, Valleck presented more flattery and his own small gifts, and took the opportunity to get closer to his superior consul.
To express one's desire for progress.
Also actively communicated with other consuls colleagues, and many transactions, cooperation, and murders were achieved in such an inadvertent moment.
When the banquet ends.
Walak and other consuls went to the port to take their own sailboats and returned to their respective areas under their management.
In the corridor outside the banquet hall, Smith's superior consul was calm and still maintained a majestic posture.
The demon maids and concubines followed behind them with their heads down, their gorgeous robes swaying slightly in the shadows, but there was no sound.
I was afraid of disturbing my master.
Everyone knows how cruel the superior consul's methods are, and they are simply killing people without blood.
Even the Supreme Overlord praised his ability and collected the terrifying torture instruments he invented.
Soon, the demon maids and concubines received instructions and left silently.
Smith walked alone, his steps became lighter, and a hint of flattery appeared on his face.
He also got the private room on the lower floor of the mansion to visit the noble existence.
I... want to make progress too!
Smith stood at the door of the private room and knocked on the door.
Then, a gentle and majestic voice came from the room: "Come in."
He took a deep breath, walked in with an elegant posture, and performed the etiquette of the nobles of the Spirit: "Dignity Lord Asoman, the superior consul Smith welcomes you. "
The existence secretly came here, and this was the first time he had met the other party.
As for why I wanted to join the camp of Asuman's descendants, of course, the other party gave too much. Although I was a superior consul, I also assumed more of the eleventh tax on the soul.
Especially recently, the Supreme Overlord has become more eager for his soul and his territory has long been overwhelmed.
And that existence not only did not collect taxes, but also gave himself a large amount of pure soul, which was irresistible.
It can also be considered an extra choice.
Asuman's descendants heard a happy voice: "You have contributed to the Redemption Satellite Zone, and I am very satisfied with your performance."
Smith heard this and became more and more successful He bent down respectfully before he dared to raise his head.
He finally saw the appearance of the descendants of Asoman.
The existence sat casually on his throne, even if he did nothing, and revealed a noble atmosphere. "He is weaker than I thought..." Smith looked at the other person, an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes, and his heart became even more active.
Asuman's descendants had no guards around them, and they sat there openly, their bodies so weak that they could easily kill even the Nightmare Warrior.
Not mention yourself.
If he executes or arrests the other party like this and then handes it over to the Supreme Overlord, he will definitely be extremely favored.
Maybe, we can enter the core consul group and become an existence above one person and below ten thousand people.
But the next moment, Smith strangled the idea to death.
Because he realized that the descendants of Asoman in front of him were not the real body, but a temporary stand-in made by some kind of blood actor, no wonder they were so weak.
The superior consul did not offend the fact that Asoman descendants came to see him as a stand-in, but were more satisfied.
It seems that this existence, like the Supreme Overlord, is a cunning and cautious person, with many clones and unfathomable.
This is a good thing, which means that the other party is not so easy to lose.
If the descendants of Asoman take risks in their true form, they will have to worry about whether their refuge is worth it.
Ron hung up the communication device and looked at the superior consul on the opposite side: "Smith, do you seem to have doubts?"
"Sir, I do have questions."
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Smith told his doubts in his heart: "According to your plan, we will drive the Supreme Overlord off the throne within three months, and spread the news?"
"That's right." >
"Then how much chance do we have to win?"
Ron raised three fingers: "From the current situation, we have at least 30% winning rate, and it depends on Victor's old man How do you deal with it?"
Smith frowned slightly, thought for a moment and asked again, "Then why do we have the souls we sow in Comoros?" According to the plan, the Redemption Satellite Zone will soon be all in Comoros. The core area spreads a large amount of soul potion, which can be picked up by ordinary residents or conspiracy warriors at will.
This is really heartbreaking.
He added: "I believe no one dares to pick up those souls. Even if they pick them up, they will hand them over under the pressure of the supreme overlord."
"That's me." The result we most hope to see is that we have a 60% chance of winning."
Smith's pupils shrank and he subconsciously asked, "Why?"
"Why do you think everyone should hand over the easily-get-hearted soul?"
"Because of fear."
"What's in fear?"
Smith suddenly realized: "And there is anger, anger towards the supreme overlord."
Ron looked at the superior consul and admired more and more: "Yes, I must have drawn out the anger of the entire Comoros, Overwhelm that old guy Victor."
After hearing these words, Smith had more expectations in his expression: "Sir Asuman, I think we can win."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one content, one in one 6-9 Read a book one by one! "That's natural. You will help anyone who wins, right?" Ron said directly.
"You are an extremely wise being, so I won't disturb you from rest. Please allow me to leave."
Smith saluted more respectfully.
The consul dispersed his doubts and left with satisfaction.
Ron looked at Smith's departure back without much attention. There were hundreds of superior consuls who were temporarily involved in his command, and he mastered many areas in Comoros.
Although this only accounts for less than 20% of the Comoros armed forces.
But soon more existences could see the situation clearly and join the camp of Asuman's descendants.
Ron's eyes were bright: "Victe, I have made a critical blow, it depends on how you deal with it."
The next moment, his temporary body squirmed and turned into flowing blood.
It seems like it has never appeared before.
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Central urban area of Comoros.
In a bedroom in the Supreme Overlord City, Victor woke up from his soft human skin bed and walked out with a gloomy face.
Only the demon concubines on the bed were covered with bruises and a hint of resentment.
In the passage of the bedroom, Victor was covered with his iconic black robe. A superior consul appeared at some point, filled with a strong smell of blood.
He reported: "Sir, the Black Throne has been built and the biological experiment has reached the final stage. According to the report of Master Blood Actress, we need to add more souls."
We are looking for more souls." Keter said expressionlessly: "Then collect taxes and increase the tax ratio. In any case, we must ensure the stable progress of the experiment."
"At the current tax rate, many consuls have become dissatisfied and continue to collect..."
The superior consul was speaking.
Suddenly he noticed the change in the eyes of the Supreme Overlord and did not dare to continue saying: "I will complete your order. The souls of Asuman's descendants collected from various places can also fill a large number of vacancy."
This existence's will cannot be disobeyed, and any tax protester will be executed.
The Supreme Overlord said nothing, but just raised his hand slightly, and the superior consul retreated into the shadow.
"Don't the residents of Comoros know that everything I do is for them?"
Victe sighed slightly, with a hint of lament on his face: "Just pay more souls and eat them for the time being It's just a little bit of suffering and death.
As long as you survive this period, you will be able to feel at ease."
He felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. Those humble guys not only If you don’t support it, you will also have to make trouble with the descendants of Asoman.
How sad is this? !
Boom boom boom boom-
Suddenly, the buzzing of artillery fire came from outside.
The defensive array of the entire bedroom was activated, forming a precise line of defense that could withstand large armored forces.
News from the attacker came.
It was a group of elite Mandela teams trying to sneak into the palace to launch an assassination operation.
"It's so annoying. What a descendant of Asuman looks down on me so much?" Victor sneered.
Not to mention a Mandela team, no matter how many times Mandela is, you can't even cross the defense line you build.
What's more, even if they successfully cross the line of defense and destroy their bodies, what can they do?
I am an immortal being!
Victor walked towards the terrace with his hands behind his back and observed the encirclement himself.
He wants everyone to see that Asuman's descendants are so powerless to attack him.
However, when Victor walked to the terrace, the scene in the square immediately made his face turn green.
The attack from the descendants of Asoman instantly broke the defense of the supreme overlord, making him feel like he had swallowed the plague demon's nine-turn large intestine.
It's not just him, but even the consuls of other black-hearted conspiracy groups.
In the middle of the square, the Mandela Shadow Weaver tried to avoid the attack of dark matter rays and placed a mechanical device on the ground.
Then, the machine unfolded and ejected an alloy ball and flew into the air.
The force field of the alloy ball temporarily blocked the attack, and then suddenly separated from left and right, and the giant poster unfolded and appeared in front of everyone.
In the giant poster is the explosive body of Asuman's descendants, he is hugging one of Victor's concubines, Miss Bella.
The Miss Bella smiled happily.
The background behind the two was the supreme overlord with white faces, red noses, green messy hair, and crying.
Like a clown, she is extremely weak and ridiculous.
The title in the poster is even more eye-catching, and the subwoofer horn shouts passionately under the powerful music: "It's green, the supreme overlord is green!
It's broken, and the Supreme Overlord's concubine ran away with the descendants of Asuman. He can't do it, his body and soul have lost the ability to satisfy women!"
Any race that reproduces bisexually will lose such ability, which will be regarded as a shame.
This is probably equivalent to the green skin being unable to fight, and being scolded as a fart who cried when he stepped on his toes. "Now, destroy it for me...." Victor looked at the giant poster and the smile of the descendants of Asoman, his face turned green and red.
What an unscrupulous provocation that was.
He maintained his posture as much as possible and ordered the destruction of this hateful creature.
This is the most worrying thing about the Supreme Overlord. The creation in front of him is undoubtedly a blow to his majesty.
Once people read too much such propaganda, they will lose their fear and awe of themselves.
That will be troublesome.
The conspiracy group garrison stationed in the bedroom reacted quickly and immediately adjusted the decomposition pulse to destroy the creation.
Victor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the giant poster being destroyed.
But he realized something, his body trembled slightly, and murmured: "It's broken..."
The next moment, the sound of the subwoofer loudspeaker came from From a distance, new giant posters floated on the spire of the tower outside the defensive front of the bedroom.
The faces of Asuman's descendants still smiled at this side on the poster, cooperating with the clown version of Victor in the background.
Extremely ridiculed.
The giant poster on the square just now was just Ron deliberately mocking him with his face. He has more such propaganda machines, which can float in many core areas of Comoros.
The transmission areas include but are not limited to Comoros, subspace and some areas of the Galaxy.
Not only that, in addition to the giant poster version, there are also ordinary posters, flyers, as well as explosive secret stories, bedtime stories, and poor goblin versions.
Everyone who is bound to know Victor is a green clown!
Such publicity is difficult to curb.
"Hiss~"
The superior consuls near Victor also realized this and took a breath of air.
This world values face and dignity very much.
The evil gods will fight for rankings, and high-level existences can fight to the death for whoever is stronger and whoever is weak.
Even the Primrose will cause competition because of some false reputations, or be scolded by words, which will eventually lead to defeat.
Not to mention the supreme overlord who once was a slave who always valued his majesty in order to maintain the rule of terror.
The dignity of this new model has trembled the hearts of the superior consuls.
The descendant of Asoman was so cruel and vicious that it was ultimate humiliation!
Their eyes of their eyes at the Supreme Overlord also changed faintly.
(This chapter ends)