Chapter 501 Supreme Overlord: Oh No, This Is the Ultimate Humiliation!

Inside the webway.

The sailboat carrying the descendants of Asurman quietly entered a private port and then disappeared.

Not long after.

A ripper sailboat traveled along the same route.

"Just now... did a sailboat pass by?"

Valek looked into the distance, wondering if he was dazzled.

Now his fatigue was swept away, and the whole person was refreshed and looked much younger.

This is the racial advantage of the Dark Eldar. Once enough soul energy is absorbed, the body can be quickly repaired and restored.

After the archon figured it out, he quickly took his ripper sailboat into the special webway and went to the mansion of the superior archon.

The ripper sailboat slowly docked at the private webway port of the superior archon Smith, and Valek's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible awe.

The spire belonging to Lord Smith was much larger than his own mansion. The huge black tower pierced into the void like a sword.

As if declaring the authority of the master.

As usual, Lord Smith held a meeting in the hall of his mansion.

Many lower-level archons gathered to discuss with the lord how to curb the chaos in the area caused by the descendants of Asurman.

The decoration inside the hall showed the luxury and cruelty of the dark elves to the fullest.

The ceiling was dizzyingly high, made of countless black crystals inlaid with bones, and the wailing of souls could be heard faintly.

Valek observed the decoration of the hall with great interest, feeling that it was simply art.

I didn't have the mood to appreciate these before, but now it's different, my mood has been extremely relaxed.

Especially under the nourishment of pure souls, my senses have become much more acute, and I can appreciate this beauty more.

Of course, the main thing is that I am no longer in danger before, and my life has been extended.

This is the most wonderful thing.

Valek straightened his back and walked to his own position.

This time, he did not jump out to express his loyalty to the Supreme Overlord, nor did he hand in the gift of the descendants of Asurman.

The archons who came here should have received the soul gift like me yesterday.

After Valek, the somewhat slow-witted Archon, understood the secret, he felt different when he looked at the other Archons.

It was obvious that they were all his own people.

The Archons realized something, and their eyes turned friendly towards Valek.

"Valek, you have done a good job recently."

Archon Smith looked at the once stubborn Archon 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 equally loyal to the Supreme Overlord, aren't we?

So we must obey the orders of that existence better to reassure him..."

Valek nodded and responded with the Archons, all smiling, everything was self-evident.

He understood what Lord Smith meant.

That is, he didn't have to actually betray the Supreme Overlord, but he didn't have to do his best for the orders of that existence.

In short, there are orders from above and countermeasures from below to maintain the illusion of a stable situation.

At some point, they have to add fuel to the flames, destroy the blockade, and pull more people into this camp while strengthening the chaos.

In this way, the more people there are, the safer they are, and the greater the power of the descendants of Asuman.

After all, they have chosen the noble descendant of the noble, and the ultimate goal is of course to drive the old man Victor off the throne!

Valek believes.

Such changes are not only in Rouge Port, there will be more people like Smith and himself in other areas of Comoros.

Everyone has been patient with the Supreme Overlord Victor for too long, hoping that there will be a better existence to replace him.

In any case, they will help the descendants of Asuman win this victory!

Valek decided to continue to maintain the Supreme Overlord's pursuit order after returning to Rouge Port, but it was just thunder and rain.

Let the belief in the descendants of Asuman increase.

Such things are happening in many places in Comoros.

The comprehensive cleanup and pursuit are still going on, but the power of the descendants of Asuman is growing and 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, Senior Consul Smith held a private banquet.

Like many other consuls, Valek offered more flattery and his own small gifts, taking the opportunity to get closer to his superior consul.

To express his desire for progress.

He also actively communicated with other consuls and colleagues, and many transactions, cooperation, and murders were achieved in such an inadvertent moment.

Wait for the banquet to end.

Valek and other consuls went to the port to take their own sailboats and returned to their respective areas of management.

In the corridor outside the banquet hall, Senior Consul Smith walked steadily and still maintained a majestic posture.

The witch concubines bowed their heads and followed behind him, their gorgeous robes swaying slightly in the shadows, but without making any sound.

For fear of disturbing their master.

Everyone knows how cruel the methods of this superior consul are, and he simply kills without blood.

Even the Supreme Overlord praised his ability and collected the terrifying torture instruments he invented.

Soon, the monsters of the monster received the instructions and left silently.

Smith walked alone, his steps became brisk, and his face could not help showing a touch of charm.

He also got a private room on the lower floor of the mansion and went to visit the noble existence.

I want to make progress too!

Smith stood at the door of the private room and knocked gently.

Later, there was a gentle and majestic voice in the room: "Come in."

He took a deep breath, walked in with an elegant attitude, and performed the etiquette of the nobles of the spirit: "The noble Azuman, the superior governor Smith welcomes your driving."

The secret of the existence came here, this was the first time I saw each other.

As for why he was put into the camp of the descendants of the Azuman, of course, the other party gave too much. Although he was a superior, he had taken more soul eleven taxes accordingly.

Especially recently, the highest hegemon is more thirsty for the soul, and his territory has long been overwhelmed.

The existence not only did not collect taxes, but also gave himself a large number of pure souls, which made people uncomfortable.

There is one more choice.

A Suman descendant's relief came from: "You have contributed to the salvation satellite area, and I am very satisfied with your performance."

When Smith heard this, he leaned down more and more respectfully, and then dared to raise his head.

He finally saw the appearance of Azuman's descendants.

The existence was sitting at his own throne at will, even if he did nothing, he revealed a noble atmosphere.

"He is weaker than I think ..."

Smith looked at each other, the inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and his heart became more active.

There was no guard around Azuman's descendants, sitting there so much, and his body was so weak that he could easily kill even a nightmare warrior.

Not to mention yourself.

If he just executed or arrested the other party, and then handed it over to Gao Gae, he would inevitably get an incomparable care.

Maybe, the core of the core of the core can be entered, becoming a black -hearted conspiracy group, and the existence of 10,000 people.

But the next moment, Smith strangled this idea.

Because he noticed that the descendants in front of him were not true, but a temporary substitute made by some kind of blood, no wonder it was so weak.

The superiors did not offend the descendants of Anceman to see himself with a substitute, but more satisfied.

It seems that the existence, like the highest hegemon, is a cunning and cautious person, with many avatars and unpredictable.

This is a good thing, which means that the other party is not so easy to lose.

If the descendants of Azuman come to adventure with their true body, then they must worry about whether their voting is worth it.

Ron hung up the communication device and looked at the opposite superior official: "Smith, do you seem to have doubts?"

"Adult, I do have doubts."

Smith entrusted the doubts in his heart: "According to your plan, we have to rush down the throne within three months, and spread the news?"

"Yes."

"How much do we have?"

Ron raised three fingers: "From the perspective of the current situation, we have at least 30%of the winning percentage. It depends on how the old guy Victna responds."

Smith frowned slightly and asked for a moment and asked, "Why do we have to sow the soul in Komoro?"

According to the plan, the redemption satellite area is about to spread a large number of soul -soul pharmaceuticals in all core areas in Kororlo. Both ordinary residents and conspiracy groups can pick up at will.

This is really heartbroken.

He added: "I believe no one dares to pick up those souls, even if he picks it up, it will be handed over under the pressure of the highest hegemon."

"That's the result I want to see most. In this way, we have a 60%chance of winning."

As soon as Smith's pupils were shrinking, he asked subconsciously, "Why?"

"Why do you think everyone should hand over the soul that is easy?"

"Because of fear."

"What is there in fear?"

Smith suddenly realized: "There is still anger, the anger of the highest hegemon."

Ron looked at the superiors, and appreciated it even more: "Yes, I must hook the whole Kobeo's anger and drowns the old guy of Victor."

After Smith after hearing these words, there were more expectations in his expression: "Lord Amman, I think we can win."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"That's natural. Whoever wins you will help, isn't it?"

Ron could not be placed directly, and said directly.

"You are extremely intelligent, so you will not disturb you to rest. Please let me retreat."

Smith is more respectful.

The ruling official was doubtful and left with satisfaction.

Ron looked at the back of Smith's departure, and didn't care much. There were hundreds of superior officials who temporarily devoted themselves to their His Majesty, and mastered many areas of Corolo.

Although this only accounts for less than 20 % of the Morro armed forces.

But soon there were more existences that could see the situation of the situation and put it into the camp of the descendants of Azuman.

Ron's eyes: "Victor, I have hit a key blow, depending on how you deal with it."

The next moment, his temporary body was perfected and turned into flowing blood.

It's like never appearing.

Intersection

Central City, Coros.

In the palace of the Supreme Bully Owner City, Victor woke up from a soft bed in a large bed, and often walked out of his face.

Only the demon girls who were bruised on the bed were bruised and had a resentment.

In the passage of the palace, Victor has covered the iconic black robe. A superior ruling officer did not know when it would appear, and it was filled with a strong bloody smell.

He reported: "Adults, the Black Throne has been built, and biological experiments have reached the final stage. According to the report of the Master of the Blood Lingren, we need to have more souls."

Victor has no expression: "Then collect the tax and mention the tax ratio up. It must ensure the stability of the experiment in any case."

"At the current tax rate, many ruling officials have been dissatisfied, and if they continue to levy ..."

The superiors are talking about.

Suddenly he noticed the changes in the eyes of the highest hegemon, and did not dare to continue to say: "I will complete your order. The souls of the descendants of the Anceman collected in various places can also fill a lot of vacancies."

The existence of this existence cannot be violated, and any tax resistance is just executed.

The Supreme Gao Lord didn't say anything, but just raised his hand slightly, and the superior ruling officer hidden in the shadow.

"Do you know that everything I do for them is for them?"

Victor sighed slightly, with a little sigh on his face: "You only need to pay more souls, and temporarily eat some bitterness and death.

As long as you can live this time, you can usher in peace. "

He had some dissatisfaction in his heart. The humble guy not only did not support, but also followed the descendants of Azuman.

What kind of sadness is this? Intersection

Boom ——

Suddenly, there was a buzzing of artillery fire outside.

The defense array of the entire palace was launched, forming a precision defense line that can resist large armored forces.

The news of the attacker came.

It was a group of Mandela elite teams who tried to sneak into this palace and launch a assassination operation.

"It's annoying, the descendants of Asman are so underestimated?"

Victor sneered.

Not to mention a Mandela team, and most times Mandela, he also wants to pass through the line of defense he built.

What's more, even if they succeeded in crossing the line of defense and destroying their bodies?

I do not die!

Victor walked towards the terrace and watched the siege in person.

He wants everyone to see that the descendants of Azuman are so weak to his attack on himself.

However, when Victor walked to the terrace, the scene on the square suddenly made his face green.

The attack from the descendants of Azuman broke the fastest defense of the hegemon, which made him seem to swallow the nine large intestine of the plague demon.

It's not just him, but even the other ruling officials of other black -hearted conspiracy groups.

In the center of the square, the Mandela weavers worked hard to avoid the attack of dark matter, and placed a mechanical device on the ground.

Subsequently, the mechanical launched a alloyed ball to fly to the air.

The strength of the alloy ball temporarily blocked the attack, and then separated from the left and right, and the giant poster started to appear in front of everyone.

In the giant poster, the descendants of Azuman were bursting, and he was holding a waiter in Victor, Miss Bella.

The Miss Bella showed a happy smile.

The background behind the two was the supreme hegemonic that was covered with white, wearing red nose, green hair, and crying.

Like a clown, it is extremely weak and ridiculous.

The title in the poster is even more eye -catching, and at the same time, the subwoofer big horn shouts under the strong music:

"Green and green, the highest hegemony is green!

When it was broken, the supreme hegemonial servant ran away with the descendants of Asman. He couldn't do it. The body and soul lost their ability to satisfy the woman! "

Any bisexual reproduction race will be regarded as a shame.

This is the same as the green leather cannot fight, and the scolding is the fart that cries when he stepped on the toes.

"Immediately, give me ... destroy it."

Victor looked at the giant poster and the smile of the descendants of Amman, his face was green and red.

How unscrupulous provocations are that.

He maintained his gesture as much as possible and ordered to destroy this evil creature.

This is the most worrying thing for the highest hegemon, and the creation in front of you is undoubtedly a blow to his majesty.

Once people look at such publicity, they will lose their fear and awe.

It's troublesome.

The conspiracy group stationed in the palace responded quickly, and immediately adjusted the decomposition pulse to destroy the creature.

Victor was relieved when he saw the giant poster was destroyed.

But he realized something, his body trembled slightly, and murmured:

"broken……"

The next moment, the sound of the large horn of the subwoofer came from farther, and the new giant poster fluttered on the tower spikes outside the dormitory defense line.

The face of the descendants of Azuman on the poster still laughed at this side, with the clown version of Victor in the background.

Extremely taunt.

The giant poster just on the square is just Ron's deliberately mocking. He still has more promotional machinery, and he can float in the core area of ​​Coroso.

The transmission area includes but not limited to Komoro, the sub -space and some areas of the Galaxy are also launched.

Not only that, in addition to the giant poster version, there are ordinary posters, leaflets, and the secret stories, pre -bed stories versions, and poor version.

It is bound to let all beings know that Victor is a green clown!

Such propaganda is difficult to contain.

"Hiss~"

The superior archons near Victor also realized this and took a breath.

This world attaches great importance to face and dignity.

The evil gods will fight for rankings, and high-level beings will fight to the death for who is stronger and who is weaker.

Even the original body will cause competition because of some false reputation, or be scolded by mouth cannons and break the defense, eventually leading to defeat.

Not to mention the Supreme Overlord who was once a slave and usually attaches great importance to his dignity to maintain the reign of terror.

This new mode of dignity critical strike made the superior archons tremble in their hearts.

The attack of the descendant of Asurman was so cruel and vicious, it was simply the ultimate humiliation!

The look they looked at the Supreme Overlord also changed slightly.