As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

"Please say!"

The moment he heard this, a quick-witted leader smiled ingratiatingly and servilely, as if he was afraid that someone else would snatch this opportunity away.

"If you can die under my knife, you will die cleanly."

However, Cate simply spoke slowly.

When the last syllable of this sentence fell, there was no living creature in the room except her.

But that "very lucky" is not a lie.

Because this kind of scene doesn't just happen in this place.

Apart from the small fry dealt with by Keti, the bigger and more famous leaders were captured alive and then torn to pieces while parading through the streets.

In comparison, dying cleanly and neatly is indeed lucky.

As for where did so many leaders come from for Zhang Ge to kill?

Alas, he didn't want to do that in the first place.

However, after he killed the first batch, news of secret surrenders from the surrounding areas came in like snowflakes. He had no choice but to expand the scope of his actions again and again, and crush more dirt again and again.

It's like a snowball rolling.

The speed of this expansion was so rapid that within even a day, Zhang Ge had transformed from a "small fry" with only a few dozen people around him into a "small warlord" with a population of 100,000 under his rule, and the number of armed forces under his command exceeded 6,000.

Well, it's going well, isn't it?

If someone could perceive Zhang Ge's inner feelings at this moment, they would find that it was not only the gang leaders who felt gloomy, but also Zhang Ge himself.

Because in this governance that lasted less than a day, he discovered a situation that was far from his ideal:

The people of Comoros seem a little too easy to control?

Yes, it's too easy to manage.

This may seem unbelievable for a dark city full of desperadoes, but it is the real dilemma Zhang Ge faces.

According to Zhang Ge's original imagination, in Comoros, which is full of lunatics, perverted murderers, crazy gunmen, mutants, aliens..., he should encounter great resistance to this, and even rebellion under oppression is inevitable.

However, the fact is that everyone adapted to the "civilized and harmonious" new Comoros society very quickly, and within just a few hours, it evolved to a state where people did not pick up things on the streets and did not lock their doors at night.

This difference between imagination and reality actually comes from Zhang Ge's different perceptions of the Comorians' "tolerance level".

To these people, what did a little "mental torture" mean? Since they couldn't beat the guy above them, they just had to make do with it.

There is no throwing tantrums, no unclear self-positioning, and no trying to exploit loopholes in the rules.

Because this is Comoros, and long-term life has made them form a consensus: if you dare to go against those in authority, you will definitely not gain anything, but only cold death or endless torture, so it is best not to even touch it.

Everyone who has survived to this day is well aware of this, so they are extremely cautious in following the rules that concern their lives.

After all, even among the murderers, the crazy ones who kill simply for fun are only a minority. For most people, as long as they can survive and as long as they are not caught and tortured in a secret room, they will just cooperate with the new leader if he wants to set rules.

Until a small number of people really can't help it, this superficial civilization will reveal a clue of what is hidden underneath:

Are you a murderer? What a coincidence! I am one too. Everyone is one too.

Kill someone? Steal something? Sure, but that would also mean you'd be stripped of your immunity from death. After all, if you broke the rules, you were no longer a "friend," but an "enemy."

As for what will happen to the "enemy"?

A bunch of people with smiling faces saying "here and there is justice" will tell them with "etiquette".

In this situation, the real lunatics were cleared out in the first few hours, and the remaining ones gave Zhang Ge the illusion that they were too obedient... No, you should organize a united resistance and take up arms. Aren't you the most vicious desperadoes from all over the galaxy?

Damn it.

Chapter 290 Games, Provocations, and Sparks

However, gathering this group of people is not all bad.

At least Zhang Ge attracted the attention of the Dark Eldar in an alternative way.

With permission - there had been attempts to break in before, but they had all turned into mud that was difficult to shovel away. It was obvious that this person had learned from the experience of his predecessors - a dark elf messenger came to Zhang Ge's temporary office.

"We are very interested in you."

He opened with this.

"Ah."

Zhang Ge just responded calmly with a supporting tone.

The status between the two seemed to be reversed in this instant, as if it was an honor for the conspiracy messenger to come and see this "little gang leader".

But this did not annoy him at all. Instead, it made the smile on his face grow even wider.

"Our cabal wants to join this game. Um, as for the reward... This place just happens to be in need of a manager. Afterwards, you can become the underground 'emperor' of the shantytown. How about that?"

"game?"

"uh-huh."

That's right, games.

This is not the first time this has happened in the Comoros. After all, the torture carried out by these abstract artists is certainly not limited to the physical level.

Like pretending to be a liberator, a savior, and then in the end turning around and strangling the hope that was about to bloom... It was very frequent for a while, but not so often now, because they found that the Comorans have gradually become accustomed to this kind of gameplay and are just pretending to cooperate with them.

If you just cooperate, there will be no real expectations and hopes, and it will be far less delicious than before.

Of course, this time is a little different, which is why they took the initiative to negotiate with Zhang Ge.

Zhang Ge brought a new concept... Compared with the past "heroes come to the world" and "Dragon Quest" dramas, this concept is more like first arming people with ideas, or even constructing an "ideal", and then guiding them, so that they are not simply trusting or worshipping someone, but just voluntarily wanting to realize this ideal and move forward, and eventually become their own liberators.

Although what Zhang Ge has proposed is still just a prototype, the most perceptive group of dark elves have already noticed it.

It was precisely because they realized this that they admired Zhang Ge for introducing this new way of playing, and they didn't even mind giving him a push. After all, who knew how long it would take for a brood to grow from a brooding form to an adult? They couldn't wait to reap the rewards.

Shattered ideals, the disappearance of hard work, and other such emotions would surely be a good accompaniment to the death of the scum in the shantytown.

Just when the Dark Eldar messenger was half immersed in that fantasy, Zhang Ge continued:

"The conspiracy group you belong to must be very powerful."

"Of course, we are one of the top conspirators in the entire Comoros. As long as we join, wiping out the other forces in the shantytown will be as easy as knocking down a sand castle."

Zhang Ge nodded, but the dark elf realized from his movements and expression that this nod was probably not an expression of agreement.

"Then, you can spare your life today—go back and tell your consuls and Asdubal, and tell them what I have said: this is not a game, but a spark that will ignite countless silent firewood in the shantytown until it engulfs the entire Comoros."

"Starfire? Lowly beast, look up at the sky. Even those two real stars can only move under our constraints."

Such a threat was met with Zhang Ge's calm and unperturbed response:

"Go back and use that weapon on the Comoros, and let them die with us."

The smile on the dark elf's face was finally wiped away. After taking a last deep look at Zhang Ge, as if he wanted to carve Zhang Ge into the deepest part of his memory, he turned and left.

Why dare you provoke them like this?

Because Zhang Ge didn't put his hope of killing himself on the Dark Eldar themselves from the beginning. After all, they were too weak.

First, Lucius the Undying slaughtered a group of people in the city of Comoros alone and Asdubar was helpless. Later, Abaddon led the Black Legion to kill countless Eldar and then left leisurely... These two people were only second to the Primarch in terms of combat power.

Counting on what the Dark Eldar can use to deal with Perveti?

Let’s take a look at the ancient spirit relics in the distance.

In order to force the Dark Eldar to use the relics at the risk of burying all of Comoros, they must be provoked severely, not only with words but also with actions, putting themselves in complete opposition to them and leaving them no room for luck.

Of course, that's exactly what Zhang Ge was doing, but the Dark Eldar had misinterpreted it as a "new game"... Yeah? Yeah, they were mocking his previous "efforts" like that, so he shouldn't give them something in return, right?

then:

"Perveti."

he said.

"Father."

The moment the words fell, a response came.

"Follow the spirit, and when we reach his final resting place, kill every living thing inside."

"Ah."

In just a brief exchange, the fate of a top conspiracy group was decided.

Perhaps the archon of a conspiracy group like Yi is powerful enough to rival the bishop of a faction, and he should also be surrounded by hundreds of elite guards, but... what is the point of all this in front of Perveti?

Let's use them as the first sacrifice to intensify the conflict with the Dark Eldar.

Zhang Ge thought so after Perveti left.

At this time, the messenger who had already boarded the Raider motorcycle was still unaware of the fate he would face in the future.

It’s not that he’s not vigilant.

Firstly, the one following him was Perveti, who was able to track him beyond the messenger's perception range, so it was normal that she couldn't discover him.

Secondly, Zhang Ge was just a "pioneer" and "hut boss" to them. Although it could be seen that he possessed some extraordinary combat power, even if described in the most exaggerated way, it was far from being able to easily destroy the top conspiracy group.

The difference between one conspiracy and another is greater than the difference between the Eldar and dogs. No one would think that they can provoke the top conspiracy by destroying one or two small groups of dozens of conspiracy soldiers, right?

The latter is a behemoth that can own a named battleship. Any dust that falls from its hands is enough to kill that small conspiracy group several times. They are completely not in the same league.

Of course, such an assessment will probably end tonight.

Because at the moment when the Raider motorboat, which had been flying for a long time, stopped under a magnificent spire, a four-meter-high shadow appeared.

Chapter 291 "Remember?"

The sound of alarms, explosions, and the sound of flesh being evenly coated on the wall.

These sounds woke the owner of the spire from his sleep.

Well... Actually, this kind of voice is not unfamiliar to him. As one of the few high-ranking officials closest to the Archon in the Dying Day Conspiracy, he has brought such voices to his enemies countless times.

But this time, it seems that the positions of hunter and prey have been reversed?

He became the prey?

When he regained consciousness and realized this subconscious thought, he couldn't help but feel it was a little ridiculous.

As one of the oldest conspiracies in the Comoros, when has the Dying Day ever been taken as prey?

So far, all who have attempted to do so have ended up as a mere ornament on the underside of the Cabal's magnificent namesake battleship.

However, when his hazy consciousness finally returned to his body, he discovered...these chaotic thoughts that arose did not seem to be really mocking the attacker's stupidity.

But comforting myself.

How can this be?

Fear, it had been a long time since he had felt this emotion in his heart.

It was like an unarmed man forced to face a giant beast, or an ant on the ground seeing its natural enemy hunting.

However, when he looked at his trembling fingers, he found that it was undoubtedly "fear".

Something is approaching.

The thick outer walls of the spire could not protect him, and the countless traps and automatic defense mechanisms set up inside the tower were also in vain. As for the elite soldiers and guards, they would only be crushed into meat paste.

Yes, the intuition honed through countless duels and battles told him: that thing is unbeatable and unstoppable.

To escape, run away, or at least spread the news.

This thought immediately came to his mind when he found that his trembling fingers could not even hold the long sword that was as light as a feather.

However, it was too late.

Five power claws easily tore open the door made of heavy metal. The defense that was theoretically strong enough to withstand a direct attack from a tank was shattered like a piece of thin paper.

The visitor's posture was reflected in his eyes.