Chapter 502 The Supreme Overlord: Are the descendants of Asoman the savior of the Primros of Hope? !
On the terrace.
The back of the supreme overlord Victor remained motionless, and seemed to have no reaction to it.
Bang—
A superior consul was attacked by unknown means.
He let out a shrill wail, and his personal protective force field and his body shattered in distortion, turning into spilled wreckage.
This sudden attack stunned the superior consuls, and they immediately reacted.
Looking his head down did not dare to look at the supreme overlord again.
Obviously, the strange attack was a terrorist attack from unknown relics, and there was no possibility of resistance.
This attack continued, and two more superior consuls died in extremely tragic form.
The breath of fear spreads, and nothing fears the Dark Spirits as if they were unreasonable death.
That means their souls may be taken away by the Hungry Lady.
The slightest contempt in the hearts of the superior consuls was cut off, and he lowered his head even more effort and almost touched the ground.
In any case, this supreme overlord has the ability to take his life at any time and cannot be blasphemed.
At least they cannot profanity.
The entire terrace was silent, and the fear image of the Supreme Overlord Victor filled the hearts of the superior consuls, and no one dared to have any other thoughts.
This is what he hopes to get.
Victor clearly knew that he had to be tough, even a slight weakness or compromise would not work.
Otherwise, those vicious consuls will doubt whether they are weak and conduct tentative disobedience in various ways.
This is his weakness.
The rule formed by majesty and fear is once it is torn apart.
Those backlog of greed and hatred will soon turn into a flood and impact their own rule.
So, even if you know that Asoman's descendants are secretly bribing their own people, you cannot choose to appease and win over them.
Or say you don't mind, just be loyal.
That is equivalent to showing weakness.
The only way is to thoroughly investigate and confiscate, and kill each one after discovering it.
Unfortunately, the descendants of Asoman bought them too quickly, and they could not produce the same soul.
On the contrary, more souls are consumed every day.
So the speed of the consuls who investigated could not keep up with the speed of their being bribed.
The consuls in many areas were bribed. They were cunning and obscene enough, and it was difficult to distinguish them.
Now, his majesty has been further hit.
Victor suppressed his anger and sneered in his heart. This is the situation he faced.
Then you can only kill some people and put them in a hurry.
The superior consuls lived like years, maintaining the same posture, and did not dare to move, for fear of attracting any attention from that existence.
Even if it was a little movement.
Because all the superior consuls who did this were dead, the blood of the wreck almost covered the soles of the survivor's boots.
I don't know how long it took. "Ants, you always have some ideas that you shouldn't have." Victor was finally satisfied.
He slowly turned around and looked at everyone, his voice with great majesty and gloomy terrifying voice:
"But remember--your souls are still my plaything before they are exhausted; your ambitions are just the humblest sacrifice in the dust of Comoros.
I allow you to struggle , for that wail can nourish my authority; I tolerate your betrayal, because the blood can water my crown.
Now, crawl on the ground, while I..."
"… …Green green, the Supreme Overlord is green!
The Supreme Overlord's concubine runs with the descendants of Asuman..."
Suddenly, the new subwoofer speaker in the distance made extremely rhythmic and vigorous music and bloody shouts.
These explosive sounds echoed in the terrace, destroying the horror atmosphere that the Supreme Overlord worked hard to create and maintain.
Extreme ridicule and joy.
Huh—
Vict almost breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled out the duck's voice, and it looked like a court servant who had lost his roots.
The clown position that had disappeared before returned to this existence.
His face turned red and green again, as if he had put on a clown's nose, and at the same time he realized that it was irreversible no matter how he did it now.
"The consul, send all the conspiracy groups to continuously clean up all the blasphemy machinery, without leaving any one!"
Vict could no longer maintain his original calmness and snorted down hoarsely The order was completed.
The consuls dare not hesitate.
They quickly dispersed to carry out the mission, and did not dare to stay for a moment, for fear of annoying the supreme overlord because of their negligence.
Let yourself fall into a tragic fate.
"Asuman descendant, you are the first person to make me hate so much!"
Vict turned around and looked at the giant poster and sound that was destroyed by artillery fire again. The instrument almost clenched its teeth.
He has been trying to cover up the physical incomplete caused by the thirsty lady, and no one dares to reveal it.
Because once a concubine says it or expresses it in some form, she will be immediately destroyed by a special bomb set in her body.
And, any concubine who reveals contempt will be executed.
But unexpectedly, the descendant of Asoman actually discovered this secret and dared to make it public.
What an extreme humiliation this is? !
In fact, Ron also made a mistake and used the form of a spiritual torture to dig into the secrets deep in Miss Bedda's mind about the inhumane secret of the supreme overlord.
Afterwards, the master of blood actor Croni specifically asked Miss Bedda to remove the special machinery in her body, so that the other party could cooperate with the publicity.
"Green green, Supreme Overlord green..."
Not long after, the Mandela Elite Squad released another giant poster.
Start mocking the Supreme Overlord with his face.
This is their combat mission. In any area where the supreme overlord appears, the powerful speakers will be played continuously 24 hours a day, and the content will also be rotated according to time.
Ensure that all the people who are eating melons can hear the freshness.
Victor took a deep breath, closed his ears, and refused to hear anything related.
The supreme overlord trembled like a spasm, his fingertips were deeply pinching into the palm of his palm, and then he staggered into the depths of his bedroom.
Soon after, the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing came from the shadows - it was the tremolo sound made when a special torture instrument collided.
When the demon concubines pierced the curtain with their first scream, they felt like a rusty blade slashed through the silk, followed by a more shrill wail, mixed with the sound of the bones being carefully dismantled.
These terrifying symphonies float in the dark corridors.
After all this, the Supreme Overlord walked out of the dormitory and returned to his peace. This existence liked to calm down his emotions in this way.
The Hall of Thrones.
Vict sat down at the obsidian-carved throne. The pitch-black spider silk cloak hangs like a living thing, next to it were several prostrated, chain-wrapped slaves.
This supreme overlord returned to his lazy posture and his eyes were cold and cunning.
He supported his jaw with one hand, and the fingertips of the other tapped the handrail at a precise rhythm, and the faint green sparks flashed with the knock.
The skinless body hanging upside down in the iron chain forest above the palace twisted and struggled, and squeezed out some wailings from time to time.
"I lost my composure..."
Victor's behavior before reflecting on: "Maybe it was the long rule that I forgot the fact that I was a slave.
Forgot that I had kneeled in front of the nobles, swallowing every bite of leftovers mixed with saliva and ridicule.
Forgot my forbearance and awakening in the face of humiliation, and forged my anger into a sharp blade and stabbed it at the enemy.
At that time, I was never afraid of any humiliation or the dangers I might face, because I was always in danger, and I was always like this. "
Vict suddenly grabbed a slave's hair, then pulled open his collar, forcing him to look up at the hideous slave mark on his neck.
No matter how many bodies he changed , He deliberately kept the mark of shame to alert himself.
Victor seemed to tell a story:
"Look, this is the mark given to me by the rulers, but they are all dead, and I, the slave, survived.
I survived the Great Depravity and climbed upwards in this dark city , every step carved a vow on the spire of Comoros: Never let anyone look down at my back!
Either use the skeleton of the enemy to lay the stairs to the throne, or let your back be Crushing into dust..."
He threw away the mute slave, and his tone became more and more firm:
"Asuman descendants are not the most powerful enemy I have ever encountered, Not the most dangerous one, and I can't beat me."
The Supreme Overlord has realized that although such tricks as the descendants of Asoman can cause trouble, they will never defeat him.
It's not enough.
What's more, he has a trump card that can set the victory.
Vict lay on the throne.
He wanted to see what tricks the guy had.
The Supreme Overlord read the special black book again to check the progress of the conspiracy and the latest information collected.
Soon, he discovered something.
Information from the Redemption Satellite Area and many areas has involved a clue.
That is, the descendants of Asuman have a close connection with the savior of humanity, and there are many overlaps in their behavior.
"Interesting..." Victor tapped his fingertips of Asuman's descendants, revealing a sneer:
"So you are a traitor who colluded with a short-lived species, or are you willing to fall into their puppet, or are you the savior?!"
...
Central City District , the tower opposite the Supreme Overlord's Mansion.
"Tsk, today is a big day..."
Ron walked along the twisted corridor to the high tower terrace and looked at the towering spire palace of the Supreme Overlord in the distance.
He knew that Victor was there, and no matter how bad he was, he was a common clone inside.
After planning for so long, I finally gained a certain level of strength in Comoros.
Now, Ron has controlled many peripheral areas of Comoros and dozens of core areas, equivalent to the area of several galaxies.
And the area where the network channels are laid is many times more precious than the ordinary Milky Way planet.
He also mastered a large number of conspiracy groups' armed forces.
This is the only way to break through the numerous blockades and transport a large amount of resources to various areas of Comoros, and to the central city of this dark city.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Formal declaration of war on the old guy Victor.
Of course, you must win, and you must win quickly to achieve everything.
Otherwise, under the enemy's counterattack, the previous achievements will be wiped out and heavy losses will be lost.
If you want to seize Comoros, you will have to invest countless troops and lives to slowly grind.
That's something that no one wants to see. "Lord Asuman, the... soul resources in all regions are ready."
Eliz reported on the communication channel.
The voice of the witch secretary was a little trembling. No matter how many times, she felt extremely shocked and regretful when she thought of so many souls poured into Comoros.
For the Dark Spirits, this is about the Space Marines team throwing white gene seeds into subspace.
But no one can disobey the orders of Asoman descendants.
That wealthy existence is so squandered that it will only receive more worship.
"It's not easy..."
Ron sighed, feeling very moved.
It's really not easy for me to accumulate so many souls.
Aesa, the goddess of life, has been soaking in the spring for many years, and is almost exhausted.
If it weren't for the energy of his own little sun and the new life of the Dark Spirit clan, the faith support for the goddess of life.
I'm afraid she will fall asleep because of the excessive consumption of the essence of life energy.
The goddess was already feeling resistant and cried, and even felt that such an experience was more uncomfortable than drinking plague soup.
Ron himself was a little guilty, making him seem worse than the Lord of the Plague.
He comforted her for a long time before he coaxed Aisha.
Promise that she will not consume so much life energy in the future.
What's more, after this incident, the feedback from the Dark Spiritual Clan's faith will make the Goddess of Life stronger.
After all, this is a race that has produced many gods through faith and has given birth to outstanding evil, and the quality of faith is quite high.
Ron was quite looking forward to it, that is, today, his descendant of Asuman is going to send souls to the fellow villagers in Comoros.
Not only the residents of Comoros, conspiracy samurai, etc., the dark elves who are exploring in the Galaxy and subspace will also receive relevant news.
In short, the great and generous descendants of Asoman have sent their souls in Comoros, so they all come back to collect them!
The forces affiliated to the Redemption Satellite Zone are now operating, and they are fully committed to cooperating with this critical action, which involves the victory of the struggle.
Ron narrowed his eyes and observed the palace opposite with his glass.
When the view of the glasses shifted to a terrace, the figure of the Supreme Overlord Victor appeared in the circular frame.
That was the first time I really met this opponent.
Suddenly, the Supreme Overlord Victor slowly turned his head to look here, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Ron was suddenly startled, and suddenly moved his side away, pressing his hand on the glass.
He looked at the palace opposite with a serious expression: "It's a domineering, the supreme overlord is not good..." Next to him, the consul Fok was a little nervous and came over to weaken. Reply weakly: "Sir Asuman, we... are the visitors, right?"
Ron said while typing something into the communicator:
"Not these are It’s important, what’s important is whether we can get him and win.”
"You said, are we safe here?"
Fuk looked around in a restless state, very scared: "We should not be discovered by the Supreme Overlord, right?"
" It's quite safe, I don't worry about having you here."
Ron didn't mind the fact that he was seen, nor did he tell Fok that this position had been exposed to avoid unnecessary panic.
Fuk This guy is not very strong.
But he had encountered Khan of the White Scar Primrose more than ten times in the Internet, and was attacked at close range, and none of them were killed.
As well as gained a lot of armed forces and wealth.
I guess it is because of some lucky attributes on it, and it is a bit against the Dark Spirit Clan.
In Ron's view, sometimes metaphysics in this world can play a more role than external strength.
For example, the old one-eyed Arik of the Empire could use his mortal body to beat the green-skinned man who was not easy to deal with, and even the green-skinned warlords were not afraid of it.
That is close to the primordial.
When some Chaos warriors are unlucky, they will be killed by the big-headed soldiers with the imperial flashlight, and there are even outrageous rumors that the terrorists are driven out by the peasants with a pitchfork.
So, he specifically named Fuke to participate in this operation just to attract some European energy.
At the same time, the palace terrace opposite. "Sir, will we bomb the area where Asuman's descendants are located immediately?"
The superior consul lowered his head and asked the supreme overlord.
"Bombing? That would take away my pleasure..."
Vict shook his head without ordering the destruction of the building where Asuman's descendants were located.
He knew that cunning rat, and before the absolute victory came, the other party could not appear in front of him in his true form.
That was just a meaningless attack, which would seem to be too afraid of the other party.
Victor hopes that the descendants of Asoman see with their own eyes how they win this victory: "The rat will cut his throat by himself... and I just need to enjoy this self-destructive dance." br>
This supreme overlord occasionally expresses his thoughts in words like opera.
He looked at the terrace opposite with interest, not worried at all about what would happen next.
Buzz~
The hidden virtual projection device operates, projecting image bodies hundreds of meters high in the air.
The huge image body of the descendants of Asuman appeared in the streets of the central city, facing the spire of Victor.
Ron waited for a while, and after confirming that no attack had arrived, he activated the virtual projection.
The reason why he dared to appear so openly was that he had studied the character of the old guy Victor and knew his cautious and arrogant nature.
Watch Victor's thinking from the perspective of others, it is better to deal with it openly instead of bombing his descendant of Asoman and allowing himself to move his position.
It is also convenient for monitoring.
What's more, this is just a clone and is not worthy of big fanfare.
Ahem!
Ron controlled the virtual video's speaker and was about to shout to the palace.
Suddenly, a black virtual image rose opposite to his virtual image, which was the same huge body of the Supreme Overlord Victor.
In this way, the descendants of Asoman and the supreme overlord stood face to face in the central city, competing against each other.
Hold everyone's attention.
Ron was stunned.
He felt that his core technology, which was far ahead, seemed to have been learned by the other party.
However, there is nothing strange about this. With the technology inherited by the Dark Spirit clan, it is easy to create such a virtual image facility.
More advanced ones may be available.
"Asuman's descendants."
Before Ron reacted, Victor's huge virtual image spoke, and his majestic voice echoed and spread to the streets of the Central City. More distant areas.
The virtual image said with a scrutiny: "You traitor to Comoros and a rat who is good at disguising is really surprising.
Who would have thought that your true identity is a short-lived species, or should I call you Ron Grant, the human...savior? "
The words of the supreme overlord caused an uproar.
All the onlookers, conspiracy warriors, and the residents of Comoros who were watching widened their eyes, looking incredible.
Asuman descendants are the savior of the Hope Primrose of humanity? !
Not only are members of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group and residents of Comoros, but even the consuls and personnel of the Redemption Satellite Area feel that Shocked.
On the spire terrace.
The crowd looked at the descendants of Asoman with questioning eyes.
Faced with all this, Ron took a deep breath, without much panic.
He smiled slightly, and his voice spread to his virtual image through the speaker, spreading:
"Yes, I am the savior..."
(This chapter ends)