Chapter 947, Black Witch King
Victor's withered fingers unconsciously rubbed the worn steel throne, but the cold touch could not suppress the smoldering anger.
The dark meeting room was filled with fear and rotten incense, and the air was stagnant. The torture stakes hanging upside down under the dome looked like swaying ghosts as the lights went on.
"… Three more outer node ports were captured by those apes," the herald's scraping metal sound cut through the silence, his hunched body wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, "The beast tamer team of the 'Dusk Fang' family was completely wiped out before they could hold out for two days… The average casualty ratio… was ninety-seven to one." The last number was like a drop of concentrated acid dropped into a frying pan.
"Ninety-seven to one?!" A sharp roar pierced the silence, and Malachai, the Archon of the Shadow Eater Family, stood up suddenly. "Comoro has never suffered such a humiliation! The Dusk Fangs, those trash, should be fed to low-level demons! Victor! How long do you want us to hide like frightened reptiles in a hole? Let them in! Drown them in the maze! Tear them apart with a sea of people! The rats I raised are happy to take on this task!"
"Let it in?" An even colder sneer came from the other side.
Isara, the governor of the Dusk Fang family who was scolded as "should be fed to low-level demons", sneered and said: "Malachai, your fear has overwhelmed your pathetic little rationality. Have you become so stupid because you have been with your rats for too long? Look at the data, the number of monkey troops is still growing exponentially! Delaying with your "maze"? Your rats are fragile and incompetent. They will only waste resources and hand over precious land to others in vain!"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Isara's pale and slender fingers slid across the void, calling up a scarlet mark that was shrinking. "Our outposts in the real universe are being systematically eliminated. The offensive of those primitive creatures is not limited to Comoros. Every outpost that disappears means that one of our precious plundering routes is broken, which means that we can bring back less pain and souls to Comoros in the future! If we continue to bleed in this quagmire, we are not fighting, but slowly committing collective suicide!"
The archons of the two families quarreled fiercely, while dozens of other archons from conspiracy families that were considered to be well-known in Comoros in the conference room remained silent and just watched them quarrel.
These two families have been old rivals for the past three hundred years. They quarrel whenever they have a meeting, and as long as they can find fault with the other party, they will lash out fiercely, not missing any opportunity to cause trouble for the other party.
only……
It’s okay to quarrel in the past.
at the moment?
For thousands of years, Comoros has never encountered such a big crisis, and it is a direct invasion of Comoros from the current overlord of the universe.
How did this happen?
The direct reason was the "brilliant" plan of His Majesty the Dark Witch King, who "invited" Robert in.
The kind that has to come.
As a result, the alliance also came.
Then, the overall situation became uncontrollable and evolved into what it is today.
Indeed, to be honest, Victor's plan was discussed and approved among high-level officials in a small circle. It was not his arbitrary decision, but a collective decision.
However, collective decision-making, to put it nicely, is about collective wisdom and efforts, but when a plan fails, especially a huge failure like the current one, can we expect everyone to take responsibility together?
That's too idealistic.
Blaming each other is more in line with human nature.
The Dark Eldar are not humans, but they are better at this kind of thing than humans.
It was Victor who proposed the plan, it was Victor who organized the meeting, and it was Victor who mobilized the forces to implement it.
This black wizard king has power that surpasses all families, associations, business groups, and organizations in Comoros. He is the recognized leader and king of Comoros. He relies on the fear brought by force and the prestige that can bring benefits to everyone.
Now, both of these points have been greatly challenged by the current disaster.
According to human time, half a year has passed. However, the crisis of invasion in Comoros has not only not been resolved, but has intensified.
The problem was a prophecy. Although the Eldar had basically reached a consensus from top to bottom, they all believed that the prophecy about the future of the Eldar was true, but they interpreted it differently.
But after all, if we don't care, even if the doomsday really comes, it should be a long time later.
Now, after paying attention to that prophecy, the end of the world is at hand.
Because of this, Victor neither solved the problem of the prophecy nor suppressed the human invasion with force, causing almost all forces in Comoros to suffer losses, and his prestige plummeted to the bottom...
In this situation, can the Dark Wizard King, the 'leader' who is not related by blood, not elected, and whose legitimacy comes entirely from his personal prestige, still suppress the ambitious and differently-minded forces?
The two enemies, as if they had made an appointment, once again began to quarrel deliberately in the meeting, even quarreling over major issues, which seemed like some kind of test.
The other archons watched coldly, trying to guess what the Dark Witch King sitting on the Iron Throne was thinking, to see if this ruler had enough strength to suppress everything.
And the facts have proved that the prestige of the Dark Wizard King still exists.
Without him having to speak, the old and strange voice of Zaras, the representative of the Haemonculus Guild, rang out: "Malachai and Ishara, your argument is meaningless and cannot solve the difficulties we are facing now."
At this point, he turned his cloudy eyes towards the throne, bowed and said, "Sir Victor, please allow the Association to send out the Reaper Squad. Let others delay the battle. We need fresh... research materials. They call them 'Space Marines'... and the psykers who control the blue flame...
"Research materials?!" Malachai's anger turned instantly. He didn't know if he was angry that someone dared to come out to share the pressure at this time. He cursed: "Zaras! Comoros is burning! Those apes' artillery fire is bombing our city every day! Are you still thinking about your perverted organs?!"
Zalas's old and strange voice didn't sound like it came from a living creature, and it was devoid of emotion: "My research is our hope for victory. We have done some research on special species of humans, but the materials we have in the past are not rich enough. Now, with more fresh materials, we may be able to come up with some methods against them, which can greatly relieve the pressure."
Isara did not confront Malachai at this time, but also directed her firepower at Zarath: "The new human fleets are endless, and they even set up larger curtain gates directly on the ruins! They are not fighting, they are here... to occupy! Cleanse! They don't need slaves, they don't want the art of pain, they just want to completely wipe us out! How can they wait for you to slowly do some genetic research? When it comes to life and death, there are no precious hunters to distract you and attract the enemy's attention. Anyway, we, the Dusk Fang family, don't do such worthless things!"
The sounds of quarreling rang out again, like a flock of crows bombing their nest, and sharp accusations and insults echoed under the dome.
The armrest of Victor's iron throne groaned slightly in his palms, almost being crushed. His eyes, burning with cold anger, scanned the archons who were only concerned with their own interests and quarreling at the critical moment of life and death.
"That's enough."
Just two words. The voice was not loud, but it was wrapped in the vacuum storm of the deep cold void of Comoros, freezing all sounds in an instant.
It was not just a subjective feeling; this freezing wind was actually and objectively blowing in the conference hall.
The archons felt as if their throats were being strangled. Even the most manic Malachai froze in place, meeting those bottomless black eyes in fear.
The Dark Wizard King is still the Dark Wizard King. They have no doubt that if the Dark Wizard King wants, then the cold wind that freezes their voices can also turn into a cold wind that freezes their hearts.
Victor slowly stood up from the throne, his figure like an extremely oppressive shadow.
"Malachai the Shadow Eater." His eyes first fixed on the angry Archon. "Since you are eager to fight, then the 'Blood Rose' maze node is left to you. There are seven backup channels for fast transmission there. Mobilize all the hunters, mercenaries, and your so-called endless rats you can mobilize to defend this place. If you fail, you don't have to come back to see me. The punishment of soul peeling will make you taste the taste."
Malachai's lips trembled silently, and finally, under Victor's deathly gaze, his face turned pale and he performed a stiff and twisted salute of obedience.
"Isara of the Dusk Fang." Turning his gaze to the pale and arrogant female archon, "I will assign you multiple ports and veil gates to the real universe and the Alliance territory, and you will be in charge. Find the true source coordinates of these human fleets, and find the nest in the real universe that continuously supplies these apes with troops, supplies and warships. Find one and destroy it. Inflict ten or a hundred times the suffering suffered by our homes on the homes of these apes, and start a war to spread fear in the real universe. If you can't do it, you can go to the flesh and blood grinder at the bottom of the Eternal Arena and train our stitched beasts."
Isara's face was as white as fresh snow. She bowed slightly, a trace of panic in her eyes as if she was seen through, but she didn't have the courage to refute.
"Zarath." Victor's eyes finally fell on the Haemonculus representative. "The 'samples' you want will soon be fought on the flank of the 'Spire of Pain' defense node. My 'Undertaker' and 'Nightmare Team' will create chaos and hunt down targets. The Association will also send out the Reaper troops to participate in the assault. No matter how much you pay, I will let you bring back at least 200 complete Space Marine and Psyker bodies."
The Dark Witch King tapped the throne with his fingers. It was silent, but it made Zarathus's wriggling tentacles suddenly stiffen and solidify. "I will also grant the association priority reading rights in the 'Library of Eternal Pain'. You must give me time to guarantee your research progress, or at least have some interim results. If I find out that your research is just a useless waste, then the significance of the Haemochoric Association's existence is worth considering."
…
The air was deathly silent.
Victor's cold command carried more weight than any roar.
Victor's instructions were not only given to the three people who spoke in the previous quarrel. All other consuls, without exception, had tasks and work assigned to them.
And they can only choose to accept it.
Perhaps, if everyone present united immediately to resist the Dark Wizard King, they might be able to succeed.
However, the first ten people who step forward will probably die.
And if things go wrong, after these ten people die, the remaining people will become even more servile to the Black Wizard King, and then drink the blood of the previous dead in grief, share their power, and then use it to work for the Black Wizard King.
No one wants to be that kind of fool.
No one dared to make any sound, and it was as if the quarrel just now had never happened.
"Go and do it." Victor's voice was calm, but it was like heavy shackles on everyone's soul.
The consuls left the oppressive dome hall silently and quickly, as if they had been pardoned or were heading to the execution ground.
The heavy carved door closed behind them, separating the inside and outside into two completely different worlds - the turbulent fear outside the door, and the dead silence of the trial hall inside the door.
When the last sound of footsteps disappeared, Victor sat back on his throne.
"Old woman." His voice was filled with deep fatigue, not as majestic as when he faced the many consuls just now.
Following Victor's call, a strange slender figure silently slid out from the deep shadow cast by the huge stone pillars in the meeting hall. The leader of the Witch Spirit Cult, the old woman.
She was not wearing the dark gold bone battle skirt and thorn crown that symbolized her authority in the past. She was wrapped in a slim robe as dark as crow feathers. Her face was covered with an expressionless silver-white mask, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as ancient wells.
Like a ghost crawling out of the deepest darkness of Comoros, she quietly stopped at the foot of the steps of Victor's throne, bowed slightly with a respectful attitude.
Facing her, Victor let out a deep sigh.
He said: "When I rose from the bottom of the Comoros to my current position, I told myself at every step that no one is worth trusting and no one cannot be betrayed."
"But it is you alone, the wise old woman, the daughter of the Mensha Blood God. I believe that everything you do is for the revival of our great race. I recognize the prophecy you claim and respond positively."
"But how did you repay me?"
His dry fingers lightly stroked the air.
A three-dimensional projection instantly unfolded in front of the throne.
The background of the picture is the interior of the Queen Rose Harbor Reception Building, which is covered with debris. The flames of the explosion and the shadows of people flicker.
However, the focus was extremely clear: several groups of pure energy life forms that moved at high speed, constantly changing their shapes, and jumping with tiny blue arcs. They shuttled between the ruins, accurately avoiding artillery fire, and even intentionally or unintentionally created cover passages for the charging human soldiers.
The picture suddenly zoomed in and froze.
The shell of a storm energy creature wavered and twisted like the surface of water. When it stabilized, it turned out to be a human male with a resolute face wearing the uniform of a colonel of the Alliance Army and the Imperial Astra Militarum! He was saluting humans, and the standard and rigid Sky Eagle salute was so dazzling.
The old woman's expression did not change: "I can explain."
Victor crossed his arms in front of him, "Okay, I can listen to your explanation."
(End of this chapter)
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