Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 682 The Savior actually let... in full view of everyone...

Fahimer had nowhere left to retreat.

She was pushed forward by the crowd again, bumping into the psionic shield of the Great Asuman.

Even the softness on her chest was squeezed and deformed.

Fahimer nodded and quickly took a step back.

She was only up to the chest of the great Asuman, and looking up at the towering figure, she felt ashamed of such an offense.

She could feel the attraction between them even more.

The beautiful female soldier was flushed with heat, her chest heaving, and she seemed at a loss.

She feared she would be punished by that being, which would be a disgrace to the son of Aletan.

However, the expected punishment did not come, and there were not even any strange looks.

The great Asuman looked down, his smile so elegant, his gentle voice reassuring.

“Guardian, you need not be reserved. I understand the pain in your souls and your longing for protection.”

Ron said with a smile, without blaming the Aletan warrior for her intrusive behavior.

My psychic senses can perceive the cracked souls of the Sons of Aletan; their souls are so weak, yearning for comfort and care.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on the other person's fair, soft face, which was stained with a few drops of blood.

"grown ups……"

Fahimer instinctively dodged.

But for some reason, she didn't want to do that, letting that being touch her.

That's something that's never happened before.

Soon, she felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

That warm current, mixed with fragrance and intense aroma, flows into the soul.

Fashimael realized that the Great Asuman was healing her soul; she was favored by the veil of fate!
The restoration and comfort of her soul made her tall legs involuntarily close, and she felt waves of exhaustion.

She was healed in front of everyone.

"The veil of fate above..."

"This is simply a miracle!"

The sons of Aletan stared wide-eyed at the slightly trembling Fahimer, feeling utterly shocked.

Even the prophets could not do this, yet the great Asuman before us healed the parched and cracked soul.

What else could that be but a miracle?!

For a moment, they felt even more awe and worship for the being before them, and longed to receive such a blessing.

Perhaps this esteemed being is truly the savior of the Spirit Race?!
The Great Asuman changed the Comorian rulers' perception of the sons of Aletan in a very short time.

He was not a mad, cruel, and greedy schemer or pirate.

Instead, he was an elegant and benevolent ancient nobleman.

“Guardian, this is the gift you deserve.”

After Ron publicly channeled a burst of life energy into the guardian of Aletan, he then took out a dazzling soulstone pendant and handed it to the other party.

He could tell from the guardian's kindness and loyalty that the other party had most likely given his soul stone to a clansman who needed it more.

Such character deserves to be treated better.

"Woo~
Ah... Lord Asuman, thank you for your gift..."

Holding the dazzling soul stone, Fahimer was somewhat incoherent under the impact of the soul healing.

Ron didn't say anything more, only nodded and gave a graceful smile.

He was in a good mood.

He was just looking for a typical example to create some miracles, but this female soldier offered herself up on his own initiative.

Simply perfect.

As is well known, the Eldar are a highly spiritual race, and most of their culture is based on their pantheon.

As long as one can occupy a place in their spiritual world, even if the prophets oppose one, it will have no effect.

Especially when the opponent is extremely weak, and you have the advantage in terms of force.

When the time comes, whether we use soft or hard tactics, we won't tolerate those prophets.

After Ron finished doing all this, he withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.

He could already clearly see the outline of the residential area.

Soon, more Eldar will gather, and I will descend like a prophet in Eldar mythology.

Surrounded by countless Eldar, they walked step by step toward the heart of Aletan.

Behind Ron, Fashimer was still recovering from the feeling of being filled with soul when Asuman's life energy was suddenly drained, leaving her with an indescribable emptiness.

The beautiful female warrior's legs went weak, and she was about to collapse to the ground.

Fortunately, her companion caught her in time, preventing her from sitting in a duck position again.

The sons of Aletan looked at Fahimer with envy in their eyes.

They discovered that the guardian's soul had been freed from the corrupting and tormenting influence of the Dark Prince's greed, and had become whole and pure.

The blessing of the Veil of Fate is so wonderful, and all of this is a gift from Lord Asuman.

Fashimer's fair face was flushed, and her soft skin rippled slightly.

This guardian of Aletan seemed to be savoring some lingering aftertaste.

She has never possessed such a complete soul since birth.

She also noticed that her body was slightly damp, and she gradually regained more strength and her stamina improved a lot.

What Fahimel was unwilling to admit was that the image of that person still lingered in her mind, and she longed to be close to him again.

She would probably never forget that intense feeling.

"My lord, I will make good use of this gift to protect more of my people..."

Fashimer gazed at that elegant and noble figure as he held the dazzling soul stone to his chest, protecting it tightly with both hands.

Afterwards, she resolutely led the guardians, following behind that being, towards the central district.

Some of the sons of Aletan in this region believed that the Great Asuman could save this declining world.

The influence of the Eldar saviors is spreading.

"When we reach the residential area, I will truly be surrounded by a huge crowd. Won't the people of Aletan prepare food and drink to welcome the king's army?!"

Ron nodded in satisfaction.

Currently, I am only influencing a portion of the Guardians, and the number is not large. Most of the Eldar are gathered in the Central District.

Once I cross the defense line and enter the city, I'll be in my element.

However, before he even got close to the central district, he encountered an obstacle: a war witch force was heading his way, seemingly intending to block him.

"Your Excellency Asuman."

The Great Prophet is willing to ally with you, but has not permitted you or your army to enter the central region.

The old prophet's eyes were cloudy, and the spiritual energy emanating from his body was extremely strong.

That was clearly a veiled warning, hoping that the Comorian relatives would not cross the boundaries drawn by the Great Prophet.

No Eldar wants Eldar pirates to get too close to their core area, or even to their world.

Even though the Asuman forces before them looked somewhat different from other Eldar pirates.

The appearance of the old prophet alerted Ron; he wouldn't underestimate any psyker. Those guys could even tear space apart, creating massive warp storms—practically area-of-effect attacks across the entire map.

Especially the prophets of the Eldar.

They all mastered psionic skills to a level that is beyond human comprehension.

He had just witnessed the destructive power of the Eldar prophet on the battlefield; it was not to be underestimated.

In extreme circumstances, Eldar prophets can even mobilize the spiritual power within their soul circuits to inflict significant damage on their enemies.

That was the power of countless spirit souls gathered together, a fighting style that was tantamount to mutual destruction.

Some Ark worlds use this method to perish together with their enemies on the eve of their destruction.

The Ultramarines had suffered such a loss before, with an entire force being wiped out during an attack on the Ark World, even losing a civilized world in the process.

After the Eldar Ark destroyed that civilized world, it fled, and no one could catch up with it.

That's why Ron isn't planning a full-scale attack; it would only result in mutual destruction.

Even if I could block the enemy's psionic energy and protect all my troops, I would most likely destroy the Eldar Ark's soul circuits.

It's not good for you either.

In case some Death clone or Kane clone crawls out of the altar of the soul circuit.

That would be an even bigger problem.

Those guys were huge; the Dreadnoughts, Knights, and heavy armor were just snacks in front of them.

Even if he summons the Hope Sun clone and wins, he won't gain much benefit.

Unlike the old Empire's mindset of relentlessly pursuing heretics and aliens at all costs, Ron calculated the casualty ratio and refused to fight a losing battle.

He looked at the old prophet, maintaining his composure:

“Your Excellency the Prophet, the Land of Salvation is here to offer assistance; Aletan needs our passionate aid.”

In short, he had only one principle: take advantage of the opponent's weakness and reluctance to leave, and try to take them all down.

"Aletan welcomes any allies and assistance, and is grateful for them."

But if you truly want to help this world, please leave here for now.

We will be visiting you in person very soon to discuss matters related to the alliance.

The old prophet's words were logical and well-founded, but his warning was palpable, almost as if his distrust of these distant Comorian relatives was etched on his face.

He knew that Alettan was weaker than ever before, and at this moment he could not reveal his true strength; he needed to be even more forceful.

Let the Comorian relatives know that if they harbor any improper thoughts, Aletan still has the ability to resist and wage war.

If given a few more days, the Great Prophet will be able to temporarily suppress the Dark Prince's chaotic corruption and extricate himself from the soul circuits.

At that time, her power will once again cover the entire Ark world, mobilizing the spiritual power of the Homeworld.

Even if the Comorians, their distant relatives, wanted to attack, it wouldn't be so easy.

In the galaxy, every surviving branch of the Eldar is quite powerful and not so easily destroyed.

The old prophet glanced at the crowd on Asuman's side and frowned slightly:

“Sons of Aletan, leave that ruler of Comoros. We should uphold our faith, control our desires, and avoid indulgence.”

The old prophet was not within the life force field and did not know how Asuman had attracted his people.

But he knew he couldn't let things continue like this.

The sons of Aletan hesitated for a moment, reluctantly distancing themselves from Asuman, but did not leave completely; they were waiting for something.

Fahimmel gazed intently at Asuman's retreating figure with his blue eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then crossed the boundary between the two sides and came before the old prophet to tell him everything that had happened to her:
"My Lord Prophet, that being truly came to help us; he received the blessing of the Veil of Fate..."

"That requires more proof."

The Comorians' distant relatives are adept at manipulating souls; perhaps that's the false healing they create.

Moreover, it may contain terrible risks.

Fahimmel, you are still young and do not know the ferocity of chaos.

We must be wary of any manipulation of souls; no one knows whether the Comoros' distant relatives have truly fallen and, under the guidance of the Dark Prince, are setting traps for us.

The old prophet was very patient and explained to the young guardian who was only three hundred years old: "I have lived for too long and have seen many prophets blinded by false salvation, their souls falling into the purgatory forged by the dark prince."

You will need to go to the Temple of the Way later to have the prophets examine your soul and see if there is anything wrong with it.

May the veil of fate be on your side…

The old prophet's insistence left Fahimer speechless.

Then, he looked at Ron: "Lord Asuman, Aletan thanks you for your help. Please leave as soon as possible; you will receive our gratitude..."

As the old prophet spoke, he displayed the gifts behind him, which were the wealth given by Aletan, a considerable sum for the Comorian pirates.

Consider it a way to appease a poor, distant relative.

However, when he saw the approaching Asuman troops, he found himself unable to continue speaking.

Those pieces of equipment, which can be described as magnificent and artistic, and the inlaid soul stone fragments.

This made Aletta's gift seem incredibly shabby.

The old prophet arrived immediately, unaware of much of the situation, and thus fell into stereotypes.

More importantly, his psychic precognition became extremely clouded under the influence of the Dark Prince.

They can only act based on their senses.

As for the other high-ranking prophets, they were in an even worse situation, unable to even emerge from their soul circuits.

The old prophet looked at Fahimer, somewhat bewildered.

Those are Asuman's troops?!
His body trembled slightly. His Comorian relatives were more powerful than he had imagined, so he couldn't let them enter the core of Aletan.

The old prophet took a deep breath.

He planned to order the war shaman to engage in a final standoff with the enemy, delaying the situation as much as possible.

Now, Aletan is like a wounded lion, but he can still use his remaining claws to intimidate his enemies.

It needs time to lick its wounds.

"Your Excellency Asuman, your actions are destroying our alliance!" The old prophet's tone hardened as he watched the approaching assault ship.

The war shamans also began to be on alert.

As Aletan's last elite force, they possess terrifying destructive power.

Ron certainly wouldn't let this old guy ruin the friendly atmosphere he had worked so hard to create, nor would he give the Great Prophet Alettan time to recover.

He never forgot that he came to offer warmth and comfort.

Since the higher-ups are quite stubborn, I must take down the lower and middle-level Eldar as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency the Prophet, you may have misunderstood us."

Comoros, or rather, the Land of Salvation, could not possibly covet Aletan's wealth; our riches are beyond your imagination.

Moreover, they received the selfless protection of the goddess of life.

Ron's voice traveled far and wide through psionic energy, allowing all the Sons of Aletan to hear it clearly.

The words of the Great Asuman, coupled with the vehicles of the Land of Salvation, the magnificent armor of the troops, and their arrogant expressions, were so persuasive.

The gathered sons of Aletan looked toward the forces of the Land of Redemption.

They found that the way their Comorian relatives looked at them was the same way they looked at the primitive, backward spirit races that had been abandoned in the wilderness.

That was an experience the sons of Aletan had never had before.

At this moment, Fang Zhou was actually looked down upon by Comoros?!
(End of this chapter)