Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 680 The Beautiful Female Warrior Sitting on a Duck, and the Redemption Paradise Rural Team

"Even the powerful races that once dominated the galaxy are now on the verge of extinction..."

Ron looked at the collapsed towers and dilapidated residential areas in the Aletan Ark world with a sigh.

The Eldar are in a worse situation than before. Even the Ark Eldar, who inherited the legacy of the ancient Eldar empire, are having a tough time.

However, humans weren't much better off before; they were all swimming like butterflies in cesspools, on the verge of suffocation.

Fortunately, over the past hundred years, it has given humanity a second chance at life, and gradually there is hope for revival.

No matter how you look at it, the Eldar's complete depravity is not a good thing for humanity. If they go completely insane on the verge of extinction, it will likely cause considerable trauma to humanity.

Moreover, humans and Eldar share a common enemy.

Whether it's the Lord of Pleasure or the Star God, neither can be dealt with by a single race; the more of your own people, the better.

That's why the Eldar took the initiative to approach Guilliman and form an alliance with him, even though he seemed rather honest.

Having deeply communicated with and gained control over the Spirit Clan Goddess, the best outcome would be to bring the Spirit Clan under one's own control and make them work for one's own purposes.

"This is troublesome. The Chaos Gods and the enemies of the Empire certainly don't want me to obtain such a rich Blackstone deposit."

Suddenly, Ron's communicator rang. He received an urgent message from Taco, and his brows furrowed.

He felt a sense of urgency.

According to data obtained by the reconnaissance fleet, the situation in the vigilant planet region is worse than expected, and more forces are gathering.

Moreover, the Chaos Technicians appear to be building some kind of high-risk machine.

The military department judged that the enemy most likely intended to destroy the black stone mine here.

If that happens, the area will be completely destroyed, and all life will be swept up in an unprecedented and terrifying warp storm.

"How many more reinforcements can we send?!" Ron took a deep breath and asked over the communication channel.

"There is a difference in the flow of time between this region and the Empire. The latest intelligence we have received is that chaos and invasion have broken out in various important nodes of the Empire."

Meanwhile, the Silent King of the Exorcising Dead Zone seems to be mobilizing for war, with more space undead and aliens awakening, the Stasis Zone extending into the Empire's territory, and the consciousness of a large number of the Empire's citizens falling into a state of stagnation.

Lord Leon is organizing more troops to build defensive lines. He asked me to tell you that he will delay the enemy as much as possible until you win the battle in the Vigilant Starfield.

Taco patiently presented the Department of Military Affairs' conclusion: "Given the current situation, it may be difficult for us to mobilize more troops for reinforcements."

The only support we can mobilize is a large stockpile of weapons and ammunition, which can be continuously transported in by the logistics fleet.

"In other words, the Imperial Army is putting out fires everywhere. They don't have enough soldiers, but they have plenty of weapons and ammunition?!"

"Well, I guess that's a characteristic of saviors."

Ron listened to Taco's analysis but didn't feel too anxious.

That was one of the possible scenarios predicted before, but now it has actually happened.

Things are different now. With the Empire's current strength, it can withstand these problems.

Especially after spending over a hundred years building a massive logistics system, the empire is now more resilient than ever before.

The health bar is very long.

For example, in the current situation, although we cannot bring in more troops, we can continuously bring in supplies and weapons.

In a real crisis, it wouldn't be a bad idea to send the logistics transport fleet, since the number of people in their own logistics fleet is even greater than that of the Imperial Army.

But unless absolutely necessary, Ron would not want a complete transportation system on the logistics fleet, which is much more expensive than the military.

They are essentially the empire's lifeline; they should be kept in place if possible.

That is their own confidence. Compared to the previous empire, they now have more cards to play, so they won't be in dire straits and fall into a slump.

"The problem isn't insurmountable. Isn't there a sufficient number of troops in this area?"
Moreover, they are a battle-hardened army, though their equipment is rather meager.

"If I can subdue these troops and arm them thoroughly, they will become a formidable force."

Ron gazed at the Eldar warriors on the battlefield below, and a clearer plan gradually formed in his mind.

He only knew one principle: the more anxious the enemy was, the more it proved that he was right.

The Chaos Gods are anxious and fearful; they have realized that Chaos is gradually losing ground in the galaxy.

They feared the Empire's latest technology, the advent of warp blockade arrays and broadcast arrays.

That was enough to prove that the empire had reached a critical juncture where it would begin to fight back.

Whatever intentions or conspiracies the Chaos Gods or Erebas may have toward the Vigilant Star region, they can simply dismantle them one by one.

I must seize the Vigilant Star region to obtain the much-needed Blackstone resources.

The immediate priority is to acquire this Eldar ark, recruit these battle-hardened Eldar warriors, and create a model for them.

After that, it will be much easier to subdue other Eldar forces and even form alliances with more other races.

However, there is a gap between ideals and reality. Taking advantage of their vulnerability and subduing this branch of the Elven race is not an easy task.

Ron Superman's vision allowed him to detect the subtle disgust in the Eldar warriors' gazes as they looked at his fleet.

The Dark Eldar have a notorious reputation, and the Ark Eldar abhor debauchery, so gaining their trust is not easy.

This matter is likely to have more twists and turns.

"It seems I need to speed things up and increase my efforts."

Ron thought to himself.

Under his gaze, the allied forces of Redemption and humanity arrived one after another on the surface of Aletan, rushing towards the Chaos Warriors and the Zerg swarm.

These armies will drive the enemy out of the Ark world as quickly as possible.

Boom boom boom——

The fighting on the battlefield intensified, with Aletan's rusty dimensional spiders and falcon tanks swarming towards the Joyful Chaos Warriors and the Zerg swarm.

Various rays are flying everywhere.

The guardians sped through the enemy on raptor motorcycles, wielding laser-powered machine guns.

They are putting up a fierce resistance.

However, the Eldar guardians inevitably found themselves at a disadvantage.

Years of intense warfare have caused Aletan's defenses to become outdated, to the point that they can't even keep up with repairs.

This was no match for the enemy's relentless assault. The swarm overturned one Falcon Tank after another, and the Chaos Warriors' blades pierced the hearts of the Guardians.

Even their last war shaman, the Titan, was destroyed by the Hive Overlord.

The front line was teetering on the brink of collapse.

"We must hold our ground; reinforcements are on their way!"

The Guardian Commander, Fahimer, had bloodstains on his pale face, and his voice was intense and deep.

She leaped with agility, her perfectly curved body moving gracefully as if in a dance.

Fahimer fired his star dart, creating a storm of monomolecular blades that killed the Dark Prince Chaos Warrior before him.

It was a beautiful and deadly intertwining, a feast for the eyes.

A group of Eldar, children of Aletan, gathered around her, guarding the front line.

Fashimer, the beautiful female warrior, felt her heart pounding.

She could sense the evil emanating from the Chaos Warrior's pink tentacles; the Dark Prince was sticking out his long tongue in the void, so greedy.

As a result, she felt she had no one to rely on.

Fashimer did not wear the Soul Stone, but instead gave the precious amulet to a guardian who needed it more.

Her soul was completely exposed to the Dark Prince's gaze.

The soul and spirit are gradually being lost.

At that moment, how she longed for her soul to be protected, rather than to suffer constant deprivation.

Fashimer tightly protected the several soul stones in his arms.

She cannot use these amulets because they contain the souls of the sons of Aletan, and they must be safely sent into the soul circuit.

But the current situation is so hopeless.

Fahimer knew there were no more guardians left; they were all defending the Dark Prince's minions and those abominable demons at various rift nodes.

She could only pin her hopes on the coming reinforcements, those greedy distant relatives and wary humans.

"Can they withstand the Chaos Warriors and the Zerg swarm?"

Fahimmel resisted the omnipresent darkness, and this question arose in his mind.

Soon after, her concerns were dispelled.

A dense array of Dark Eldar sailing ships and human landing craft arrived, their momentum overwhelming and unstoppable.

Fashimer could see human assault ships and colossal Titans swarming in the distance, unleashing their fury upon the enemy. Meanwhile, the Dark Eldar's sailing ships were approaching.

More than a dozen jet-black war shaman titans descended, their chests inlaid with large, dazzling soul stones never seen before, sweeping through the enemy ranks with pulse cannons and psionic energy.

You can still faintly see the World Tree emblem and the sculpture of the Goddess of Life on it.

Those warriors in their magnificent black armor were incredibly strong.

Undeterred by the Dark Prince's tentacles and claws, they slaughtered the Joyful Chaos Warriors until they were utterly routed.

Today, the craftsmanship of Redemption Paradise has a new aesthetic, no longer obsessed with flesh and blood, but equipping itself with more magnificent and heavy armor and powerful weapons.

Those warriors of Eldar Asuman, the savior of Eldar, were so proud that they dealt with enemies that their distant relatives could not handle.

They worshipped the goddess of life and were protected by her, so they had long since lost their fear of the dark prince and his minions.

"This place is terrible, it stinks so badly, how can they stand living in such a world?"

Former Conspiracy Leader, known for his good fortune, Fogg, dressed in an elegant robe, gently covered his mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief.

He looked down at his distant relatives with a hint of pity in his eyes, as if he were looking at poor relatives.

These distant relatives of the Ark had such barren souls, reeking of chaotic decay, and their equipment was old, worn, and scarred.

They can't compare to our own troops.

“Our Lord is truly merciful, willing to bestow gifts upon these creatures, allowing them to return to civilization.”

Falk thought to himself.

He had long known that this army of the Paradise heading to the Vigilant Star region was there to help their backward and barbaric Eldar relatives.

Consider it an opportunity to help alleviate poverty.

If it were me, I would never be so merciful. I wouldn't want such a filthy place, filled with the stench of the Dark Prince, even if it were given to me for free.

Staying here for too long will only corrupt your soul.

In the eyes of Falk and other high-ranking members of the Dark Eldar, the Land of Redemption is the true orthodox Eldar, while other distant relatives are impoverished barbarians.

hiss~
Suddenly, a loud roar rang out.

The five- or six-meter-tall overlord of the hive, under the cover of the swarm, crossed the Spirit Witch Titan's defenses and pounced towards this side.

Its eyes revealed a hint of intelligence; it had clearly discovered that this was the command center and wanted to behead Falk.

The aura of the higher-ranking insects was so suffocating that not only Falk felt threatened, but even the nearby Fashimer felt a deep sense of fear.

They all faced the swarm of insects head-on.

"defense!"

Fahimmel issued a warning and quickly used his psionic powers to contact the other guardians to form an array.

However, she discovered that her distant relatives did not seem to have much concern.

Roar! ! !
The next moment, an even more terrifying roar came out.

Fashimer looked up and saw a mutated insect hive over ten meters long attacking like a flying dragon.

Its terrifying power was awe-inspiring.

They had never seen such a terrifying high-level Tyranid creature; it was almost one of the most powerful node creatures in the Zerg hive system.

"We're fucked……"

Fahimer and other sons of Aleten had this idea.

However, before the guardians could put up a desperate fight, the mutated hive overlord pounced on another hive overlord to their astonishment.

It tore the enemy apart amidst their cries of agony, and swept through the swarm, causing them to scatter in fear.

The mutated insect hive overlord swooped down on the area again, sweeping away the remaining insect swarm.

Unable to stop its momentum, it headed towards Fashimer and the others, its star darts unable to penetrate their thick bio-armor.

Fashimer was almost frozen in place by the overwhelming pressure as he faced the oncoming maw, falling into utter despair.

She could smell the stench emanating from the hideous maw, as if it could devour the sons of Aletan and the soul stones containing their souls at any moment.

Fahimer was not afraid of death.

She was just worried that she wouldn't be able to keep her promise to let her compatriots enter the soul circuit.

However, the expected biting did not come. The mutated insect hive overlord stopped, its huge eyes staring at them, and began to retreat.

Then they happily left.

"It is not hostile."

This strange thought arose in Fashimer's mind.

She even discovered that some ancient and wise being was watching her through the eyes of a terrifying creature.

Only after the terrifying creature's gaping maw moved away did Fashimer finally breathe a sigh of relief; she was already weak and had almost lost all her strength.

She sat on the ground in a duck-sitting position, her chest heaving.

This has a unique allure, like a female elf knight facing coercion in some anime.

Fashimer slowly got up, patted her chest, and felt a sense of relief at having escaped death. Even her ears turned a faint red.

He ensured that the soul stones of his compatriots were not lost.

To the world of Aletan, every Soulstone is so precious that it is worth protecting with one's life.

“Distant relatives of Aletan, you need not be afraid. It is merely a pet of our lord, the noble descendant of the great Asuman.”

As Falk watched the departing mutated insect hive overlord, his eyes were filled with barely suppressed envy.

For the high-ranking beings of Paradise, the ability to train Terran combat units is a symbol of status.

He raised a burrowing python, investing almost all of his wealth in it, and usually kept it in the dueling arena.

I couldn't bear to take it out.

"Commander, we'll take care of the battle here."

Falk turned to look at Fahimer, his attitude haughty yet maintaining basic manners.

Since the Great Asuman wanted this distant relative of the Eldar to join the Land of Bliss, he had to follow suit and naturally had to be more courteous.

His tone left no room for argument:

"Once the battle here is over, bring your people and come with me to welcome our lord."

The guardians, including Fahimer, were excluded from the battle.

They felt somewhat ashamed, but more than that, they were surprised and curious.

These Comorian relatives were completely different from any I had encountered before; they were strong and so well-equipped.

More importantly, they had no mutated flesh or blood, were cleaner and purer than the sons of Aletan, and had incredibly full souls.

There was a hint of nobility about it.

"Just what kind of being is Lord Asuman?!"

Fahimer's small, pointed ears twitched, and his fair face furrowed slightly.

A strong sense of curiosity arose in her heart.

Soon after, the allied forces wiped out the invaders who had lost their support.

Fahimer then led the Guardians, following the governor named Falk, to welcome the Eldar savior Asuman.

at the same time.

"With the veil of fate above, we cannot allow those greedy distant relatives to remain in Aletan..."

The old prophet led his most elite war shaman force toward the region where Asuman was located.

This was the last of their elite troops they had managed to muster, serving as a show of force and a deterrent.

The human forces have already withdrawn, but the Comorians' distant relatives show no intention of retreating.

Even for allies, the fact that so many troops have been lingering inside the Ark world for such a long time is an offense, and it's not a good sign.

Especially under the current circumstances.

High Prophet Alarai is working hard to keep the soul circuits running, and the Guardian forces everywhere are resisting the invasion of the Dark Prince's minions.

Aletan was weaker than ever before.

The old prophet's cloudy eyes revealed deep worry:

“Those greedy distant relatives have probably realized something; they are like bloodsuckers, once you get on them, it’s hard to get rid of them.”

He decided that he had to get his distant relatives from Comoros out of there no matter what, even if it came at a price.

Therefore, their attitude must be firm, and they cannot reveal their true intentions!
(End of this chapter)