Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 681 Savior: Connecting with the Goddess of Life, the Trembling Fahimer?!
The smoke of battle has not yet cleared.

The luxurious dark gold sailing ship slowly approached the residential area in the center of Aletan.

"Aletan's troubles are more serious than I imagined..."

Ron looked down at the old residential area from the terrace, the chaotic aura of Slaanesh washing over him.

Others might not be able to sense it, but his extremely keen psychic senses quickly detected the clues.

No matter how hard the prophets of Alettan tried to cover it up, they could not conceal the gradual decay of this world.

It is being completely eroded by Slaanesh, and cracks are slowly forming.

That was a crisis that was about to erupt in full force.

As far as the eye can see, the once exquisite buildings seem to be covered with a layer of gray that is barely visible to the naked eye, the forests are drying up, and the rivers have become murky.

He could even hear the groans of life in this world, and even the soul circuits that originally covered the ark were no longer vibrant, their flow becoming obscure.

Ron looked up into the sky deep within the central residential area, where there was a pure, elfin life whose psychic nature was like a gentle breeze.

She is maintaining the soul circuit.

That being is most likely the Great Prophet of Aletan, the supreme ruler of this world.

However, the Eldar's rule is relatively loose, mostly based on faith, and people obey the Great Prophet out of worship.

Ron could clearly sense that the Great Prophet was struggling to hold on and was nearing his limit.

But after learning the information, he quickly withdrew his psionic energy and did not touch that being.

Otherwise, what's the difference between that and spying? I'm a civilized person, after all.

"That might be why Aletan was unable to resist the invasion. Not only were the Great Prophets unable to extricate themselves, but most of their forces were also committed to suppressing the corruption of Chaos."

From this perspective, Aletan possesses far more troops than expected, after all, it is a world that survived the meat grinder of the Vigilant Planet.

It's highly likely that it's even more powerful than the outer branches of the Elven race...

Ron analyzed the situation in this ark world and was quite satisfied.

The stronger the Aletan Ark world becomes, the more advantageous it will be for itself.

This Eldar force, with its tattered equipment, has managed to survive this long on the meat grinder-like battlefield, making them truly an elite force among the Eldar.

Unfortunately, their resistance to Slaanesh was too low, causing them to become weak.

However, this is also a good thing, as it allows me to take advantage of the situation, communicate deeply, and take over this Ark World at a very low cost.

Ron smiled slightly:
"If I'm not mistaken, the prophets of Aletan are racking their brains trying to figure out how to get this old Comorian out of here."

But how could I bear to see my fellow villagers suffering here?!

He had made up his mind to stay here and not leave, but to stay and bring warmth to the local people.

Such a vast Ark world is practically the perfect mobile combat platform, capable of holding a massive army.

Combined with their own fleet, they form an invincible combination.

That's why humanity has never been able to defeat the Eldar: the Dark Eldar have the Comoros who roam freely; the Death Legion are elite forces that can travel freely using the Web.

They are highly mobile and difficult for humans to catch.

As for the Eldar of the Ark, they are even more outrageous. They can fight using the Ark World, which is like a giant tortoise shell that is impossible to break.

Under normal circumstances, invading an Ark world is extremely costly, even more difficult than attacking a planet.

Moreover, if the Ark Eldar were truly on the verge of extinction, they could still use the network to escape.

It is only through the omnipresent presence of Slaanesh that the Eldar can use chaotic fel energy to inflict immense damage on them, leaving them nowhere to escape.

It can be said that the Eldar have been fighting with a huge debuff.

As long as I can control them and restore their souls, they will surely unleash powerful combat strength.

Ron knew that he had to take down the Eldar ark no matter what, as it would greatly aid the campaign to conquer the Vigilant Star region.

After thinking it over, he issued orders to his legions.

Prepare them for battle and have them ready to take over the world of Aletan at any time.

Soon after, the luxurious dark gold sailing ship came to a slow stop, clearly indicating that moving forward could trigger a conflict.

Ron didn't hesitate and headed towards the gangway under the protection of elite heavily armored warriors.

……

Outside the luxurious dark gold sailing ship, Fahimmel, Fok, and others were already prepared to welcome the Great Assman.

Originally, Fahimer and the other sons of Aletan had some wariness and disgust towards their distant relatives in Comoros.

They refused to greet the being according to the customs of distant relatives, because they were the sons of Aletan, not the slaves of Asuman.

Moreover, the sons of Aletan had a hunch that their distant Comorian relatives held a disdainful attitude, as if the latter were unwilling to set foot in their homeland.

They seemed worried about being defiled.

This caused the sons of Aletan even more shame, and the various problems intertwined, even leading to a standoff between the two sides.

They wanted their distant relatives in Comoros to leave immediately.

However, with the arrival of the luxurious dark gold sailing ship, its inexplicable majesty and imposing presence caused the sons of Aletan to fall silent.

They looked up at the magnificent vehicle they had never seen before.

Even though the sons of Aletan preach asceticism and self-discipline, they had to admit that the magnificent vehicle met all their aesthetic standards.

It's as if that's how their spirit race is supposed to be.

More importantly, Asuman's magnificent vehicle arrived.

The sons of Aletan felt their depleted and fading souls become more secure, as if they were being protected.

Even though that feeling was only a trace, it gave their souls a small comfort.

"The Veil of Destiny above, what a sacred and precious creation!!"

Fahimel's soul was already exhausted to the extreme, so she felt it even more intensely.

That feeling of the soul being parched to its limit, yet then receiving a tiny drop of sweet dew, is so precious.

However, when she saw the statue of the goddess of life inlaid on the luxurious dark gold sailing ship, she was even more shocked.

Fashimer knew of that existence, the ancient life goddess of the Eldar—Aisha, and more importantly, the entire statue was carved from a massive pure soul stone!

A soul stone over ten meters tall?!

That huge statue, is it a single piece of soul stone?!
Not only Fahimer, but all the sons of Aletan present were shocked. They could not imagine why Asuman would use such a precious soul stone as decoration.

Those are rare and sacred objects as precious as their lives!

But the warriors who redeemed the paradise had long been accustomed to it.

Soulstones are made from a type of psionic crystal called Daostones. When a Spirit dies, the Soulstone instantly absorbs their soul.

Legend has it that the tears of the goddess of life, Elsa, imbued the Soul Stone with power, providing protection for the Spirit Race.

So that their souls might not fall into the mouth of the Dark Prince.

Afterwards, the Soul Stone can be sent back to the Ark World, embedded in the Soul Circuit, and mixed with other Eldar souls to become part of the Home Spirit.

It can be said that the Soul Stone is the only means for the Eldar to avoid ultimate terror.

If you don't want your soul to be captured by the Dark Prince and fall into a situation worse than death, you must wear a Soul Stone as an amulet.

However, the problem is that Soul Stones are extremely difficult to obtain, with the only source being the ancient Elven Old Woman's World.

Those worlds were submerged in the Eye of Fear, and the Eldar who wanted to enter there to obtain the Soul Stones faced a life-or-death situation.

This means they had to risk being completely exposed to the Dark Prince's gaze to collect those rare relics from the Old Woman's World.

That's almost impossible; very few people manage to come back safely.

Therefore, Soul Stones are a rare and irreplaceable resource for the Elven race, to the point that they would risk their lives to retrieve them on the battlefield.

However, this was not a big problem for Ron, as many areas of the Eye of Terror were practically his own backyard due to the presence of the Legion of Terror.

Soulstones weren't anything special to him.

Not only can they be obtained from the world of old women, but they can also obtain purer soul stones by making the goddess of life, Aisha, cry.

It was essentially a crystallization of psionic energy. In any case, Asuman's extravagance directly shocked the Sons of Aletan.

What's the difference between that and embedding their lives in a car as decoration?!

Many of the Soul Stones that the Spirit Race relies on for survival are actually not much bigger than a fingernail. It is unknown how many lives could be protected by such a large Soul Stone.

"That Lord Asuman was blessed by the Veil of Fate; he is far more powerful than we imagined..."

That's what Fahimer thought.

Since that being was able to obtain such a complete and pure soul stone from the old woman's world, its strength must be extremely powerful.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the warriors of the Great Asuman were the first to set foot on the land of Aletan.

Each of those black-armored warriors was much taller than the ordinary spirit race members, their heavy armor covered with thin, glittering fragments of soul stone.

Thus, it resists corrosion in any environment.

More importantly, their souls were incredibly abundant and full of power.

Fahimer and the other sons of Aletan looked at the black-armored warriors and couldn't help but feel a sense of wariness.

They could sense the opponent's fighting power; the opponent might be able to kill all the guardians here.

I don't know when it started, but a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"What is that? Such a wonderful fragrance..."

Covered in the drizzle, Fahimer and the others immediately felt relieved.

The perfume sprinkled is made from a soul potion, which can temporarily alleviate the dryness of the soul.

But that was merely a means by which the great Asuman purified the air.

If Ron hadn't wanted to be more approachable, Elise would have even considered using a force field to block out all of Aletan's air.

It's best to use the anti-gravity frisbee to get around, and don't even set foot on this land.

Finally, under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, Ron set foot on the land of Aletan.

He glanced at the crowd bowing to him, gestured for them to rise, and smiled gently.

This reduces crowd stress and fosters greater affinity.

No ruler's debut is arbitrary; it is always the result of careful planning.

You are the center of attention; every action and even every expression conveys different information to people.

When Fahimer saw the Great Asuman, he, like the other sons of Aletan around him, couldn't help but hold his breath.

They couldn't help but bow to him along with the others.

That being was slightly superior to the black-armored warrior.

He was draped in a magnificent dark gold robe, his body was so elegant and perfect, his face was handsome yet imposing, and his blue eyes were dazzling.

He exuded a unique aura, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Fashimer's ears twitched. She admitted that the mysterious being before her was the most elegant and noble Elven race she had ever seen.

Moreover, that person is very approachable and not at all aloof.

"Perhaps only such an existence could create such a powerful army?"

She thought to herself.

This was Ron's purpose: to contrast his own easygoing nature with a grand, imposing display.

It will further deepen people's impression of you and amplify your approachability.

Holding a cute child in public can help cultivate a more approachable image.

Guilliman had always liked to do this, taking a bunch of children's choirs with him wherever he went, and even when he was sitting on the throne, he would have the children sit along the edge of the throne all the way down the steps.

Of course, some people are faking it, but Guilliman was genuinely compassionate and treated those lives with kindness.

Ron himself is quite easygoing; his dignified image is entirely forced.

As Fahimer watched Lord Asuman move in their direction, she suddenly noticed him glance at her and give her a smile.

"Does that being know me?" The beautiful female warrior was very surprised. For some reason, she felt that the other party had seen her before.

Actually, Ron had seen this female warrior before through the vision of the mutated insect hive overlord, and she was terrified at the time.

Therefore, it left an impression.

As Fahimer pondered, his body suddenly trembled, and his soul felt as if it had been gently caressed.

Her weary, depleted soul felt an indescribable comfort, as if sweet dew had been sprinkled on parched land.

Fahimer couldn't help but let out a soft groan, and even his ears turned bright red.

At that moment, she seemed to see a distant, virginal paradise, with clear lakes shimmering and coniferous forests rustling.

Furthermore, the aroma of flowers mixed with earth is so captivating.

The beautiful female warrior followed the scent and discovered that the source of the nectar and fragrance in her soul was none other than Asuman.

That being was like a soul stone of utmost purity, constantly radiating the blessings of fate.

This banished the Dark Prince's greedy gaze and protected the withered soul of the Son of Alettan.

It made these guardians feel more comfortable than ever before.

"The veil of fate has smiled upon us..."

Fashimer wasn't wearing a Soul Stone, and his soul was extremely thirsty, so this feeling was doubly intense.

That was an unimaginable comfort.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and even her long legs felt weak.

Fahimel didn't know what had happened, but he knew that by getting closer to that being, he could receive more protection from the Veil of Fate.

She couldn't help but take a step closer.

Not only her, but many more of Aletan's guardians couldn't help but draw closer to the great Asuman.

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"Stop!"

The black-armored warriors noticed that Aletan's distant relatives were approaching their master, so they ignited the force field of their spears, pointing the tips at the crowd.

“No need. Alettan will not harm someone who gave them salvation.”

Ron immediately stopped his warrior guards and smiled at the crowd: "I am willing to travel with you, people of Aletan..."

This was my original purpose.

He had just connected with the goddess of life, Aisha, and used her power to unleash a massive force field to protect the Eldar souls in this region.

Thus, miracles were displayed to the people.

It would be best to gain more support and worship before the high-ranking prophets of Aletan realize what's happening.

Ron strode forward, and more and more of the Sons of Aletan gathered around him, as if being supported as he moved forward.

This is the power of the intertwined Angron affinity and the power of the Goddess of Life that I have obtained.

She can be considered the number one succubus of the Eldar race.

The only drawback is that maintaining such a psionic field remotely consumes a great deal of energy.

At first, the sons of Aletan kept their distance from the great Asuman out of awe, but the protection drew them closer.

Fahimer was the same; he couldn't help but get closer and closer to the crowd.

It wasn't until she sensed Asuman's strong presence that she snapped out of her daze and quickly stopped in her tracks.

At that moment, Fashimer suddenly realized that she was about to bump into that being's arms, and the being was smiling at her.

If she hadn't stopped in time, she would have crashed into the other party's psionic barrier.

What an offense that would be!
"I'm sorry, Your... Your Excellency Asuman..."

In an instant, the beautiful female warrior panicked, her ears began to burn, and she hurriedly retreated.

But due to the crowd, she had no way to back down.

(End of this chapter)