Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 679 Savior: My Spirit Clan Clan Cousin, we can't live like this...

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The Dream's detection equipment kept sounding alarms, and red light illuminated Ron's near-perfect face.

It's not just the current chaotic battle between the Eldar, the Chaos Warband, and the Tyranids.

The probe detected two other abnormal energy fluctuations within this small planetary system, which were identified as signs of war.

In other words, three wars were taking place here simultaneously, and on a considerable scale.

The frequency and intensity of combat in this area have exceeded normal levels, truly deserving of its reputation as a vigilant star war zone and a galactic meat grinder.

The lives there were practically born for war.

"The local people are fierce, and with such a large population, the more they fight, the more they reproduce..."

Ron sighed.

Natural Selection.

In order to avoid their own annihilation, all races and factions in the Vigilant Star Wars Zone are frantically overdrawing their development potential, enhancing their war potential, and training more warriors.

With the increasing importance of Blackrock, the Vigilant Star region is now one of the most valuable areas within the Empire's territory.

Of course, the Vigilant Star region is theoretically the territory of the Empire, but in reality, humanity has lost control of it.

They can only be considered a relatively large force in this region.

He could hardly imagine how many lives the Empire would have to sacrifice to completely seize this treasure sector.

"In any case, the suffering here should end."

Ron stared at the chaotic battle in his field of vision and spoke softly.

He, the savior, came to this sector not to bring more killing, but to create peace.

The ultimate goal is to develop and build a peaceful and beautiful vigilant star region here.

"Our allies probably need help. Let's end this war as soon as possible."

Ron turned to his second-in-command, Tarkor, and gave him the order.

He could see that the Spirit Race's Ark world was extremely weak, in decline, and on the verge of collapse.

I must help this potential ally, and if possible, it would be best to seize the opportunity to get my hands on that Eldar ark.

Ron hadn't forgotten that he had promised Perturabo that he would build him an Eldar ark to research related technologies.

After giving the order, he returned to his bedroom in the sanctuary to rest, and his consciousness began to infiltrate another body.

The Eldar in Ark are quite autonomous, and each Ark world has its own set of philosophies and pursuits.

No one knows what the Ark Eldar's attitude is towards humans; it would be best to negotiate with them under a different identity.

Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance, and by using his cloned body and the identity of Eldar savior Asuman, he brought the Dark Eldar forces with him.

Even the most stubborn Ark Eldar shouldn't refuse help from distant relatives in times of crisis.

hum~
Ron slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness fading into silence, before connecting to another clone.

……

Whoosh whoosh—

A Voidwalker-class battleship, about thirty kilometers long, appeared in this airspace. It was the largest warship of the Eldar outside of the Arkworld.

Compared to the bulky Ark World, which is often half the size of the moon or an asteroid, it is more flexible and better suited for space warfare.

After that, more Eldar cruisers and sailing escort ships appeared, densely packed together.

They glowed eerily in the light of dying stars.

On each ship, one can see the World Tree emblem, representing that this fleet belongs to the great Eldar savior Asuman.

That being established the Eldar's last home—Redemption Paradise—possessing all the wealth of the Dark Eldar, and even the Jesters and the Death Army revered him.

They formed an alliance with them in exchange for shelter.

Deep within the bridge of the Voidwalker-class battleship.

The opulent throne of spirit bones, inlaid with soul stones, stands tall, upon which sits a magnificent figure, so revered.

"My lord, your fleet has arrived at the target area and is ready to engage in battle at any time..."

Iris gazed up at Asuman on the throne, a hint of infatuation flashing in her eyes. This enchantress, Remyne, so adored that noble being.

She witnessed firsthand how this noble bloodline from an ancient family gradually built a paradise of salvation.

The once fragmented Dark Eldar and the pirates wandering the stars, under his guidance, ended their infighting and united as never before.

The people no longer feared the Dark Prince's devouring and plundering; their souls were no longer thirsty and mad, but gradually became full.

They became stronger.

The Dark Eldar are now richer than ever before, and are no longer as lowly and filthy as they once were.

They are a noble race who enjoy acquiring more wealth through trade, and even humans have come to them seeking an alliance.

Plunder is a dead end.

Any dark Eldar in a redeemed paradise who still engages in piracy, burning, killing, and plundering will inevitably be looked down upon and despised.

They will be regarded as inferior beings, receiving no respect whatsoever. Not only will they be barred from entering Paradise, but they will also be unable to hold their heads high within their tribe.

The people of Redemption despise the pirates who still roam among the stars, considering them filthy and uncivilized.

Many nobles declared that they would sever ties with those lowly pirates, who were not of the same race.

Everything is changing, just as the great savior Asuman said—

We are a naturally noble race, and we will use our own hands to restore our former glory.

"In that case, let's go and save our cousins, and bring them salvation..."

Ron, sitting on the Bone Throne, opened his eyes, his pupils a brilliant blue, and gave a command.

He slowly rose from the throne and descended the steps.

The succubus maids stepped forward to tidy Ron's appearance and lightly spray him with face powder and special perfume.

To ensure that this great being could appear before the people in the most perfect form.

He looked at the Dark Eldar members in the hall and nodded in satisfaction.

The Dark Eldar have undergone extensive modifications over the past twenty years, resulting in significant changes to their appearance.

Those deformed modified limbs were removed, and their bodies were no longer covered in filth and blood. Their armor became more gorgeous and aesthetically pleasing.

Through their own modifications, the Dark Eldar's quality has greatly improved, a world of difference from before.

In any case, he, as the savior, has made a great contribution to the cause of peace in the galaxy.

Today, the number of Dark Eldar pirates in the galaxy has decreased by at least two-thirds, and many more pirates are gradually reforming.

Ron's ultimate goal is to absorb all the remnants of the Eldar Empire in the galaxy and minimize their conflict with humanity.

The alliance confronts a common enemy.

Therefore, the name "Dark Eldar" will gradually be abandoned, and they will be uniformly called Eldar or Long-lived Race, in order to unite more beings to join the Land of Salvation.

But it will take more time to ultimately achieve this goal.

Currently, the Eldar race is fragmented, except for the Dark Eldar, the Clown Troupe, and the Death Army.

More Ark Eldar and Savage Eldar are scattered throughout the galaxy.

These numerous branches comprise the vast majority of the Eldar population and operate independently.

They need to be gradually incorporated into one's system of governance.

Fortunately, it was not an impossible task. The only active goddess of the Eldar who could protect souls was in the Land of Redemption.

In other words, they possess the core resources that the Eldar need most.

Now, the Land of Salvation has been sending messengers to contact the Eldar branches wandering among the stars, trying to win them over as much as possible.

"My goal this time is to win over all the Eldar in the Vigilant Star region, whether they are Ark Eldar, Savage Eldar, or wandering Eldar pirates..."

Ron thought to himself.

This region is so unique, with stars teeming with various races and factions, each with its own territory and domain.

Even among the Eldar, friction and war can occur between them.

Boom boom boom——

The flagship shuddered, and a large number of pulsed light spears and plasma torpedoes were launched, creating a magnificent ion cloud in space.

The war has begun.

Ron went up to the terrace and looked out along the crystal-like membrane.

In the void before them, besides the various warships and biological ships engaged in battle, there was also a metallic-like high wall extending to the horizon.

That was the outer layer of the Eldar Ark world, nearly a thousand kilometers long and the size of an asteroid.

So much so that when the fleet attacked the Ark World, it was like attacking a small planet.

It's quite shocking.

"What superb forging techniques! At its peak, the Spirit Clan Empire was incredibly wealthy."

Ron had this thought in his mind, and even more so, the idea of ​​acquiring all the Eldar Ark Worlds.

With these behemoths for transporting goods, how could the human empire and the galaxy not prosper?!

Humanity in the future, having absorbed and adapted various technologies, may become even more powerful than during the Golden Age.

So that they won't fall into ruin again.

"My lord, the Aletan Ark world has sent a message, indicating that they will accept our Paradise army and human allies' rescue."

Elise came over to report on the current progress.

Ron looked up and saw his army everywhere, both Eldar and humans.

This kind of scene, where everyone is one of our own, gives people a very good feeling.

"Then let's land and help them drive out the invading enemies."

As Ron spoke, he walked towards the area where the landing ships were located. The combined fleet had already intercepted and destroyed the warships of the Chaos Warband and the Tyrannical Tentacles; knowing they were outmatched, they were retreating and fleeing.

However, a large number of enemies remain inside the world of Aletan.

Unfortunately, I don't yet have the ability to build small network tunnels on the ship, otherwise I could directly use the network tunnel entrance to reach the interior of the Ark world.

The Eldar Ark worlds generally have small network portals, which are very convenient.

That's also why he coveted the Ark World.

If humanity could establish similar network portals on various planets, the convenience would be unimaginable.

Not only will the military be ubiquitous, but humanity will also be able to freely travel to other planets, and its rule will become even more consolidated.

From a certain perspective, one's ruling influence is equivalent to the level of development of transportation routes.

In the past, the empire's territory was too fragmented, and the central government's influence over other regions was maintained solely through shared beliefs.

In many areas, people only pay a protection fee, or even none at all.

Although the eleventh tax was harsh and severe, it mainly affected areas where the imperial shipping routes could frequently travel.

Not long after, Ron boarded a sailboat, carrying a large number of elite troops, and headed towards the entrance to the Aletan Ark world.

……

Not long ago, in the world of Aletan.

The Hall of the Prophet's Council of Aletan is situated in an old dome, standing amidst peaks and collapsed towers.

At the top of the massive ark world, it was enveloped in a mass of psionic energy, causing the dome to appear and disappear between matter and warp.

Only members of the council, those prophets, could guarantee that they would find the dome when they passed through the ancient net gate.

Any other unauthorized visitor who forces their way through the Webgate will only find nothingness, or even a path to a twisted and painful subspace.

Now, the prophets of Aletan gather here, their tainted eyes revealing a hint of fear.

This world of the Ark has encountered an unprecedented invasion.

The greatest threat is not from the outside world, but from human chaos slaves and insect swarms; they are merely the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The truly terrifying one is that dark prince.

He had never coveted this Eldar world so much. Disasters were unfolding, and demons were invading along the cracks, assaulting defenses everywhere.

Their military strength is severely insufficient, and they are beset by internal and external troubles.

"The veil of fate is tarnished, and it is drawing away the souls of our people..." the old prophet in gray robes hissed, his wrinkled face exceptionally pale.

He was the oldest member of the Council of Prophets, and his voice was heavy with the weight of time: “Our people, I fear, have nowhere to go.”

The old prophet's soul was very weak, so depleted, as if it would lose its support at any moment and be filled into the ancient soul circuits.

To attain complete peace.

The prophets, upon hearing this, were filled with fear and unease, and felt utterly helpless.

They could feel the Dark Prince watching them constantly, pulling at their souls.

Even the Soul Stone cannot bring a sense of security.

The soul circuits on the dome, which resembled a white spring, seemed to tremble and were struggling to maintain their shape.

"We need more Soulstones to fill the gaps in the circuits, and the Guardians also need the protection of Soulstones."

Their souls are naked, utterly unprotected.

So said a prophet.

The prolonged war caused Aletan to lose his soulstone.

Not only were their soul circuits affected, but some of the guardians were also without soul stones.

As for the ordinary tribesmen, needless to say, they trembled in fear under the greedy covetousness.

"Our fellow beings in the Virgin World rejected our request. There are no more Soul Stones, and no more time. I see destruction."

The other prophet's voice trembled.

Compared to ordinary people, these prophets were more sensitive to the Warp and suffered more from the chaos.

Their will is in grave danger.

The prophets could even sense that the terrible greed was growing stronger, to the point that it penetrated the veil and entered the consciousness of their people.

Gradually, every face in the conference hall turned to the tall figure in the center—

Airala.

This prophet was as pure as an elf, so beautiful, with a long white robe draped freely over her graceful body.

It felt as if I was being caressed by a gentle breeze in the forest.

Alarai is the youngest and most powerful prophet in this ark world, better able to resist the effects of chaos.

The tribespeople all hoped that she could find a way to survive.

At this moment, Ella's blue eyes were filled with grief.

She sensed that, relying on her soul circuits, she could infinitely extend and cover this world.

Every explosion, every tremor, every agonizing scream, and every menacing attack from demons, chaos warriors, and swarms of insects caused her immense pain.

The people of their tribe are dying, without even the chance to enter the Soul Stone.

Elarai has done everything in its power to protect the veils in all areas, but it is powerless; it has no more strength left.

Suddenly, Ella's blue eyes lit up as she saw a glimpse of the future.

At the same time, the veil of fate gradually became clearer, and a new path emerged as it resisted the erosion of chaos.

Ayralai gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at the prophets:

"The Sons of Aletan have received reinforcements. We, their distant relatives from the Comoros and the short-lived race of humans, are willing to offer our support to this world."

“Our distant relatives also have short-lived offspring…”

Upon hearing this, the prophets showed a hint of resistance on their faces.

Those pirate relatives were not only cruel and notorious, but their stench was also unbearable.

To the Eldar of the Ark, the Dark Eldar were like a poor, filthy relative who burned, killed, and looted.

They sometimes even raid the Ark world.

This is something to be wary of.

As for the short-lived human race, they are even more despicable than their pirate relatives, committing all sorts of evil deeds, and are simply one of the most shameless and cruel races in the galaxy.

Not long ago, they heard that the short-lived human race had destroyed a cousin's colony.

It almost burned the whole place down!

The prophets feared that these so-called allies were there to take advantage of the chaos.

"The Son of Aletan is on the verge of destruction. We have no other choice, especially since I have seen a new path in the Veil of Fate."

A firmness like never before shone in Ella's blue eyes as she made her decision directly:

“We cannot face the threat of darkness alone. I have agreed to ally with them and have allowed reinforcements into Aletan!”

The great prophet Ayral's resolve left the prophets speechless.

They all fell silent, resigned to their fate.

After a while, the old prophet spoke, his voice trembling: "In any case, we must be wary of those distant relatives and short-lived creatures."

Once the war is over, let them leave this world.

Especially those distant relatives; if they cause trouble, we might have to pay a price.

The old prophet frowned, pondering how much wealth of the Ark world he would have to give to send away those distant and impoverished relatives.

Ella said nothing and tacitly approved of the decision.

Even with the hints from the Veil of Fate, Aletan must be wary of potential threats from his allies.

Since they chose to provide support, they must have had some request in mind.

But regardless, the most important task for the Son of Aletan now is to survive!
……

Aletan World, Outer Periphery.

A luxurious, dark gold sailboat traversed the flames of war and arrived in this world of arks.

On the terrace.

"What a terrible world."

I feel like my soul is being exposed to the radiation of darkness…

Looking at this dilapidated, barren world, Elise couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Perhaps to other spirit races or other races, this world still retains a touch of splendor and vitality.

But this is extremely unbearable for the Eldar, who have long lived in a land of salvation and whose souls are abundant.

In particular, she also smelled a foul odor in the air.

That was the filth from chaos, so far removed from the pure air of paradise, filled with the fragrance of souls!
"My lord, I beg you not to come out for the time being."

Iris stopped the Great Asuman from leaving and quickly activated the crystal curtain connecting the hall, cutting off the outside air.

She worried that the poor air here would taint that great and noble being.

The bewitching woman, Remyon, ordered her succubus maidens to drain the polluted air from the area, replacing it with the pure air of paradise, and then spraying it with soul perfume.

Only then was the great Du Asuman finally brought out.

Ron gazed through the terrace at this Ark world shrouded in decay and war, and frowned slightly:

"How could my Spirit Clan cousins ​​let their lives become such a mess? That won't do..."

(End of this chapter)