Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"The nightmare monster found me!"

Valek was scared, and immediately ordered the conspiracy group warriors to attack.

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Poison crystal fragments and dark matter are poured out, and the colorful light screen drowned the roof of the opposite building, destroying the area.

In the poisonous mist and smoke, everyone saw the shadow again.

The Mandela weavers fold their limbs and body into an impossible angle and disappeared from people's vision.

"Stop him, never let the monster come in ..."

Valek's voice was a bit hoarse.

He knew that the shadow creature did not leave, but became closer to himself, and the vicious buzzing around him became strong.

The defense system of the entire ruling government's residence is running.

The nightmare and the conspiracy group watched every corner, and the weapons in their hands were ready to go.

They must be alert to any area, otherwise they may lose their lives.

The ruling government's residence was silent, quiet enough to hear the heartbeat of the samurai, and fear spread silently.

However, after a long time, the attack was still not coming, but no one dared to take it lightly.

"That guy is playing with us, trying to torture our spirit and soul."

Valek was filled with blood red liquor and injected his stimulant for himself to mention his spirit.

Not just him, even the samurai was exhausted.

This is the terrible shadow creature, especially high -end organisms such as Mandela Film.

They have enough patience to wait for the flaws of the prey unless the prey can never rest.

Even so, shadow creatures are interested in continuing to accompany the hunting.

Until forever.

"I can persist, and the support of the black heart conspiracy group is coming."

Valek comforts himself.

He stood alone in the center of the hall, and the crystal lamps and candlelights irradiated every angle of his body to ensure that no shadow appeared.

As long as the shadow is eliminated, there is a chance to deal with shadow creatures.

Those guys are not immortal, they are just harder.

The excellent killer or charm of the Dark Spirit can even hunt those shadow creatures alone.

The ruling officer looks pale and weak.

So sleepy, so sleepy ...

The vicious buzzing from the shadow creature was destroying his will, the stimulant was almost lost, and the difficulty of resisting the difficulty came.

But he told himself that he must not sleep, which may mean death.

But all the minds and pictures of the brain are telling Valek that he needs a soft bed, close his eyes, and a black environment.

His body wants to rest.

Gradually, the sky was slowly hacked, and it entered the night.

"How could my mansion have no lights?!"

Valek opened his eyes suddenly.

His heart beating fiercely, and he just closed his eyes before he knew it and entered sleep!

Once you fall asleep on the ground, the shadow formed is enough to attack the shadow creature.

And it is unprepared.

Fortunately, he was still in the light, without seeing any shadows, and there were no dangerous traces around.

call--

Valek moved his stiff body and relieved a little.

But the next moment.

ah!

The screams of the conspiracy group came from the lower area, as if encountering some irresistible horror.

Immediately afterwards, there was a fierce sound of fire.

The lower area.

The conspiracy teams looked at the falling companions and shot and shot.

The enemy is here!

There are more than one shadow creature who came to attack, and their attack methods are so insignificant.

The attackers often hear the screams of their companions, and then saw a dark shadow of ghosts emerging from the other party's shadow, and the long limbs held the torture tool.

Ready to pierce the heart of the living person or cut off the head of the living person.

What is even more terrible is that they can pass on any gaps like shadows and reach unexpected positions to launch attacks.

Pop

The lights went out, and the burst of gunfire shot on a panic face.

The lines of the conspiracy group are chaotic, and everyone is trying to shoot or cut the shadow of those activities, but it cannot cause too much killing.

The Mandela attacker's movement was weird and agile, rushing around the walls, ceilings, and ground, or incorporated shadow appearing in other positions.

They are more like playing with prey, not simply killing each other.

"Go to death the monster!"

The nightmare guard seemed to be furious, and he suddenly took out a powerful weapon to blast the ceiling.

Alas!

Floor earthquake.

Valek also shocked, and then found a hole in the floor.

He scolded in the communication channel: "You waste, you are not allowed to use great power weapons to destroy the building!"

If it destroys the defense of the hall or collapsed the floor, you have to follow up.

Nourish ~

Valek stunned and turned to look at a area.

He found that the crystal lighting facilities there burst out of the arc, which was obviously caused by the attack.

This leads to the lack of light.

A black shadow appeared on the floor of the hall.

Valek stepped back subconsciously, and before he reacted, the shadow began to move.

Accompanied by spreading fog.

The dark ghost slowly stood up from the shadows, the surrounding lumens became flickering, and the whole hall became dim.

He finally saw the appearance of the nightmare monster clearly. In addition to the runes emitting dim light all over the body, he could also see a pair of red bat wings.

That was the Mandrake Shadow Weaver!

Such a high-level shadow creature can manipulate darkness, absorb natural and artificial light, and plunge the environment into darkness where even sensors cannot function.

It can also weave the threads in the shadows into shape, further deepening the density of darkness.

"Guards!"

Valek subconsciously looked at the nightmare guards at the door of the hall, but they had been dragged into the shadows by other Mandrake attackers.

In other words, now he can only rely on himself.

The archon reacted quickly and immediately took out the crushing pistol and fired at Mandrake.

It was his usual monofilament weapon. After firing, it would release an expanding monofilament net, which would tighten and tear the enemy into pieces after capturing it.

Since the monofilament net can extend over a large area, it is almost impossible to dodge, and the sharp monofilament line can even cut heavy armor.

It is a very powerful weapon.

Valek has killed many enemies with the monofilament net emitted by the pulverizer pistol, including a human Chaos Terminator warrior.

It is simply invincible.

In an instant, the monofilament net extended and bound the Mandrake Shadow Weaver, and then quickly retracted.

"Success!"

This made him happy.

But the next moment, Valek's heart sank.

Because the contraction of the monofilament net failed to hurt the target, the Mandrake Shadow Weaver turned into a shadow and merged into the ground, disappearing.

His most powerful weapon failed!

After Valek realized this, he immediately changed to another more powerful energy weapon-the Heat Spear Pistol.

That was enough to kill any Mandrake.

As soon as he grabbed the Heat Spear Pistol, a black shadow jumped out from the shadow under his feet.

A faint light flashed.

Before the archon could do anything, the hot spear pistol broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a clatter.

He realized the danger was coming and activated the last defense. The personal force field burst out and knocked the abominable monster away.

Valek turned around and ran desperately to his bedroom.

The force field burst just now could only temporarily stop the opponent. He had to escape to a safe place as soon as possible.

He entered the passage in the bedroom and fled along the secret passage. Layer after layer of solid doors were closed.

Finally, he entered a secret room.

Valek panted violently and watched the last door closed.

In this way, even the armored forces would find it difficult to break through the defense here in a short time.

But immediately, a sense of despair arose in his heart:

"It's over, this is a mistake..."

Not knowing whether it was too panic or the shadow creatures affected his thinking, Valek found that he had made a fatal mistake.

Such a defense could not stop Mandela at all, but would put himself in a desperate situation.

There was no room to escape!

Zila~

The light flickered, cold runes appeared on the wall of the secret room, and another shadow appeared.

The hideous body of Mandrake Shadow Weaver appeared in front of the Archon, and he no longer had the means and weapons to deal with it.

"I am willing to sacrifice more rewards, spare my life..."

Valek's voice trembled, his back against the wall, and there was no way out.

He looked at the darkness condensed into substance on the monster's body and the blood-stained torture instruments, and the fear in his heart was beyond words.

Praying for any possibility of survival.

However, Mandrake Shadow Weaver was unmoved.

This terrible high-level shadow creature disdained to accept any conditions and focused on executing the orders of its master.

He approached step by step, and the breath of death became stronger and stronger.

"No!"

Valek's hands felt cold, and he closed his eyes in despair, welcoming the arrival of the end moment.

However, death did not come as expected.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

He sensed something was wrong and slowly opened his eyes. Mandrake Shadowweaver was standing there looking at him, with no intention of continuing to attack.

In his hand was a box, and the storage tank inside was filled with concentrated souls.

? ? ?

Valek was a little confused.

That terrible shadow creature just stuffed a box full of souls into his hand, forcibly giving it to him?

He smelled the fragrance of souls.

These souls were so pure, equivalent to what his conspiracy group had plundered for decades.

After all, after paying the twelfth soul tax to the Supreme Overlord, not much could be obtained from them.

What was going on? The shadow creature made such a big scene just to give him this?

Just as the Archon was stunned, the hoarse voice of Mandela Shadowweaver sounded, as if trying to pronounce syllables: "A... Man..."

Valek suppressed his fear and tried to hear all the syllables clearly: "Descendants of Asuman?"

Hearing this, Mandela nodded and tried to squeeze out a hideous smile:

He pointed to the box in the Archon's hand: "...Gift!"

At this time, a report came from Valek's communication channel.

The Mandela attackers had retreated, and those shadow creatures did not kill anyone, except those unlucky ones who were killed by their own people.

Valek finally understood everything that happened. The shadow monsters just wanted to break through the defense these days and send the box to their own hands?

That is the order of the shadow monster and the descendants of Azuman.

After the Mandela weaver sent out the box, it turned into a shadow and incorporated into the ground, and he had to find other goals.

Valek was paralyzed on the ground.

He looked at the box in front of him, and his eyes revealed a hint of greed. This is the white flower and pure soul!

But what the ruling soon thought of what he thought of and became scared.

The descendant of Azuman is the enemy that the Master Gao Da said to destroy. Is it a betrayal?

In case the Senior hegemony knows this, isn't it over!

It ’s a gift that I have collected in the secret room. No one should know, let alone this is a pure soul that does not have to pay taxes!

How can such a generous illegal income make people refuse?

Valek sighed and murmured: "The descendant of the Azuman is really rich.

He thought of the most hegemon.

His conspiracy group helped the existence of the existence not only without paying, but also had to pay the other party.

How abominable that is!

If one day, if the hegemon dies, it seems good to follow the descendant of Azuman?

But now, the abominable existence is still alive, and who dares to resist him.

The ruling official greedily looked at the rich soul gifts in the box, caught in fear and tangling.

Nympho

In a remote gridway of Corolo.

"Yes, letting the Shadow Corps go to the courier is really the right choice!"

Ron looked at the information information that came together and nodded with satisfaction.

Those guys can ignore most of the terrain and defense system and precisely send their gifts to the target.

It is simply a born leg of leg running, the kind of endless 24 hours!

"Oh my god ..."

The demon secretary Elis widened his eyes and was numb.

Those shadow creatures are one of the most frightening assassins in the Galaxy. Lord Ausman only asked them to do such a thing?

She looked forward to the dark ghosts of the descendants of Asman and frozen drinks, and immediately felt that this biological creature also turned her eyebrows.

It doesn't seem to be so terrible.

Today, the Shadow Corps is one of the strategies for Ron's conquest to conquer Kosolo: forced recharge!

He did not let the Shadow Legion go to the assassination of the person or kill it, to create panic,

Such a legion cannot completely conquer Komoro.

The high -level soldiers of the Dark Spirit are not weaker than Mandela. Large -scale assassinations are bound to cause a lot of casualties to the Shadow Legion.

And in that way, there is no difference between the Senior hegemony. Cororlo's residents will hate the descendants of his Azuman.

As a result, the highest hegemon is eliminated to destroy yourself.

Therefore, Ron used Mandela's mobility to let them send rich soul gifts to the governors, including a letter of painting cake.

Shake the thoughts of those ruling with forced bribery.

Let them know how generosity is the descendants of Azuman, and everyone can eat meat.

This is equivalent to Yangmou.

Whether they take the initiative to admit that they have received bribes or concealing this, they will destroy their trust between them.

No one knows how many traitors who have received the gifts of Azuman's descendants are hidden by themselves.

Ron dares to bet, and those ruling officials did not dare to reveal that they had received the gifts of Azuman's descendants.

After all, to the existence of repeated impermanence, it is almost the same as sending to death.

And it is not possible to underestimate the desire for the soul. Kemoro's soul eleven tax is not much lighter than the empire.

Ron's positioning to himself is the "Zhang Mazi" that extended justice, instead of paying Cororlo's taxes for many years, "Huang Shiro" like the highest hegemon.

What he had to do next is to be completely exposed to everyone's ugly face and weak side.

Try to eliminate people's fear of the existence and provoke their mentality of resistance.

In short, Coros is going to be windy.

He only needs to wait for the time to mature, enter the city generously, and then make a fatal blow to the hegemon!

Nympho

On the streets of the tower area.

Those nightmare monsters have dared to return to the street after they left for a while.

They talked about this terrible experience, telling the terrible parts of the shadows, and it seemed that everything was restored again.

"That ... those monsters are here again!"

But soon, riots occurred on the street, and people fled around in screams.

The terrible nightmare monsters come again!

In the shadow of the street, there are some ghosts that emerge, and many people have no time to escape.

They are getting more fear.

In the fear of the Dark Spirit residents, those Mandela took out a few posters and passed it to the conspicuous place of the street, and handed it to the residents next to the residents.

After that, they sank into the shadow, and immediately appeared in another place, and continued to paste the poster or distribute the leaflet.

The efficiency is particularly high.

It was the propaganda unit of the Shadow Corps. The main task was to post posters and send leaflets.

This is the real way to open the army!

Now the Shadow Legion is mainly divided into three teams:

One is responsible for running errands and delivering gifts; one is responsible for posting posters and handing out flyers; and another is dedicated to drilling various pipes, underground dark rooms, and ruins to assist the Imperial Guards in finding the Emperor's clone and the Black Throne.

This shadow creature unit responsible for posting posters and handing out flyers also has a heavy task.

They have to post all kinds of propaganda materials all over the streets and alleys of Comoros, preferably at the door or bedside of the Supreme Overlord's mansion!

Since many areas of Comoros are controlled by the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, it is impossible to do this under normal circumstances, and the propaganda personnel sent out will be wiped out quickly.

But these shadow creatures are different. They can move through the shadows unscrupulously, post and run away, and are difficult to catch.

They are most suitable for completing this difficult task, in order to promote the ideas of the descendants of Asurman or discredit and eliminate the terrifying image of Victor.

A corner of the street.

A dark Eldar child cried loudly at the nightmare monster next to him, fearing that the monster would dismember him like in the horror story.

Bo——

Mandela quickly shut the child up.

In the desperate eyes of the crowd, he suddenly stuffed a soul potion that had been twisted into the child's mouth. It was still a strong dream series, and also stuffed a flyer to the child.

"A gift from the descendants of Asurman..."

After leaving these words, he merged into the shadows.

The strong dream series soul potion with more than 90% special material content immediately made the dark elf child red all over, almost making him fly to the sky.

But the soul energy contained in it still restored the blood color of his pale and shriveled body, and his spirit was much better.

Due to the cruel soul tithe, the bottom of the dark elves basically can't get much soul, and the long-term erosion of the hungry lady has made them dying.

Many children will die before they even grow up.

This little soul is simply a big tonic for them!

"Not only does the nightmare monster not kill people, but it also gives out souls?"

The residents of Comoros were very surprised, and there was a little desire. They were not afraid of this.

After all, the lack of soul is more terrible than death.

They held back their fear and approached Mandela, took the flyer he handed over, and indeed received a low-level soul potion.

But after seeing the words and patterns on the flyer, the residents felt a little scared again.