Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 683 Savior: Hey, is Qiuya there? Is Qiuya there?
The Eldar of the Ark have always been arrogant.

They believed themselves to be the true inheritors of the imperial legacy.

Before the fall, this group of branches had proactively sailed the Trade Ark to the edge of the galaxy to escape the disaster.

Their arks contained artifacts from their homeland, industrial technology, and even environmental ecology and local species.

The Eldar of Ark have preserved almost all the culture and property they deem worth preserving.

Even the staff are all carefully selected elites.

Unlike other Eldar, they did not indulge in debauchery, but were more self-disciplined and controlled their desires.

All of these things gave the Ark Eldar a sense of honor.

In their view, among the Eldar scattered throughout the galaxy, their Ark Eldar lived the most respectable lives.

The Eldar pirates of the Comoros are basically at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

They succumbed to depravity, indulging in lust and plunder, neglecting the skills of their ancestors, and becoming obsessed with flesh-and-blood technology.

Their souls also became extremely fragile, and they relied on torturing their own souls and the souls of others to draw soul power to survive, which was extremely tragic.

More like the claws of chaos.

"The Comorian relatives have changed; they are no longer obsessed with flesh and torture, and their bodies and souls are so strong..."

Fashimer thought to himself as he looked at the black-armored warriors.

The black-armored warriors not only lack deformed flesh and blood, but also possess a filthy, greedy soul.

Overall, it was even cleaner than the Eldar of the Ark, with no signs of corrosion.

They also possessed a higher level of artistic appreciation and sophisticated weaponry.

More like the ancestors of the Eldar race in the Ark.

Compared to him, Aletan's son was so weak and wretched that he paled in comparison.

"That Lord Asuman reformed the Comorians' distant relatives, calming them down from their madness and granting them the protection of the goddess of life."

They were wealthy and powerful, even daring to actively rebel against the Dark Prince's demonic minions...

Fahimmel realized there were some problems.

Under the corrupting influence of the Dark Prince, Aletan inevitably declined significantly, and many of its skills and techniques were no longer available for inheritance.

Even survival is a problem.

She felt ashamed about it.

Not only Fahimer, but many more sons of Aletan bowed their proud heads before the magnificent and powerful army of the Land of Salvation.

The truth is right in front of them; they can't deceive their own hearts.

The sons of Aletan were already weak and lagging behind their distant relatives, even in size.

"Why did they make me so insecure? Clothes really do make the man..."

Ron looked at the self-conscious Aletan Elven before him and felt quite moved.

The current situation is like the Black Ship incident in their own hometown, where the islanders suddenly realized their backwardness and inadequacy, and planted the seeds of change.

What the old prophet and Fahimmel didn't know was that not all Dark Eldar were so tall and valiant.

The warriors they can see so far are mostly the elite talents carefully selected by Ron, and they exude a very imposing aura.

Of course, the ultimate MVP was Slaanesh, who tormented the Eldar for far too long.

But given time to recover, they will surely unleash tremendous potential for development and warfare.

“Our distant relatives in Comoros shouldn’t rob us.”

Moreover, how could Lord Asuman, so elegant and generous, possibly commit such a shameful act of plunder?!

Such thoughts arose in the minds of the sons of Aletan.

Given the image and moral integrity that Ron had previously established, there was much less resistance.

This also includes his use of his powers to resolve negative emotions, gradually eliminating those feelings of rejection and increasing the goodwill of the Aletanling people towards him.

Even the old prophet's mindset began to waver slightly.

However, what they didn't expect was that when rulers put on a benevolent act, they most likely wanted to obtain more and better things.

He, the great Asuman, wanted to gain support to wipe out Aletan.

This is a mindset caused by stereotypes; Eldar pirates always raided once and then ran away.

Now that they've become wealthy and stopped looting, won't the threat decrease?

Unfortunately, the Comorian ruler wanted more than the pirates; he didn't even spare their people and land.

Seeing that his persuasion had worked, Ron intensified his attack:

“After we received the blessing of the goddess of life and ushered in safety and prosperity, we did not enjoy this blessing alone.”

We have never forgotten our compatriots who suffered at the hands of the Dark Prince; we feel their pain and our hearts ache for them.

He released his accumulated life energy all at once, covering as much area as possible.

The Aletan Eldar were only able to sense the presence of the Goddess of Life with a faint, almost imperceptible, feeling.

Then, with his actions, one sailboat after another lifted the tarpaulin, revealing the decks piled high with soul stones.

The sacred relics that the Eldar regarded as treasures were simply piled up on the deck, causing even more shock.

The sons of Aletan gasped in astonishment at the sheer number of soulstones appearing at once, which overwhelmed their souls.

They couldn't take their eyes off each other.

Many of the guardians of Aletan today don't even have Soul Stones, let alone other members of their race on other paths.

They lived in extreme fear, trembling under the covetous gaze of the Dark Prince.

They coveted these soul stones.

Ron’s voice grew louder and more benevolent: “The Land of Redemption follows the guidance of the Goddess of Life to save the Eldar of Aletan.”

We have brought you Soul Stones to protect your souls.

The next moment he began to put on an act, as if he had been humiliated, his elegant face full of grievance:

“We braved many storms to bring all the Soulstones from the warehouse, but this goodwill was met with skepticism from Aletan.”

Since this goodwill is not accepted, we have no choice but to leave…

After saying that, Ron turned and left, though his steps were somewhat slow.

The sailboats filled with soul stones slowly turned around, ready to depart with the great Asuman.

The figure standing there, against the backdrop of the sailing team and the crowd, seemed strangely lonely.

"We have misunderstood Lord Asuman, misunderstood our distant relatives in Comoros, and tarnished that goodwill..."

As Fahimmel watched Ron's retreating figure, a wave of indescribable bitterness and guilt washed over him.

She didn't want that person to leave with resentment, and wanted to rush up to stop them, even wanting to hug them.

But the beautiful female warrior knew that it was just wishful thinking on her part, and she was not qualified to do so.

At this moment, the other Aletan guardians felt the same way, and a deep sense of shame arose in their hearts.

They shamefully drove away their compatriots who tried to help them.

What a terrible mistake that was!

The old prophet wavered even more, mainly because he couldn't bear to part with those soul stones.

No Eldar could bear to see so many Soul Stones disappear.

He knew how much Aletan needed these Soul Stones; with them, the Soul Circuits could be repaired, and even more Guardians could be armed.

Soulstones are like courage and a second life for Elven warriors. Warriors who lose their Soulstones will have their combat power greatly weakened.

After all, having one's soul devoured by the Dark Prince is something far more terrifying than death.

As long as these Soul Stones are preserved, Aletan can not only recover, but also potentially grow stronger!

The old prophet so desperately desired these soul stones, yet dared not entertain the thought of stealing them.

The Comorian relatives' armed forces were too strong for them to stop.

Seeing Asuman turn to leave, he couldn't help but try to stop him and walked towards him.

His voice became shrill due to his anxiety:
"Your Excellency Asuman, please stop."

Aletan misunderstood your good intentions. On behalf of the Council of Prophets, I apologize. Please... please come inside!

Under the anxious and expectant gazes of everyone, Ron finally stopped, his brows furrowed as if he were considering something.

Fahimer clutched his chest, extremely tense, his breathing becoming rapid.

In truth, Ron was incredibly excited. The moment the old prophet apologized and invited him into the Central District, he had gained the right to legally provide aid.

This is what we call being legitimate and justified.

Ron slowly turned around, and under everyone's gaze, he looked at the old prophet and sighed deeply:

“Since you have made the request, I am willing to accept the apology from the Prophet Council and continue to help our compatriots.”

He then glanced at the crowd, shook off the old prophet, and strode forward.

He was making a kind of declaration, his voice amplified by psychic energy, making it extremely persuasive:

"Next, I, the descendant of Asuman, will liberate all the Eldar of Aletan."

My warriors will help you drive out the demons, and my rescue forces will offer soul stones to every tormented comrade, while providing all the assistance they can.

There's no time to lose; we must take immediate action!

Aletan will end his torment and suffering and be redeemed.

May the goddess of life protect us, and we will personally save our home and return!

"go home!"

Great Asuman's words stirred the blood of the sons of Aletan, who followed him toward the central district.

The crowd surged.

Afterwards, the Redemption Paradise's sailing fleet and main force, laden with Soul Stones, quickly followed.

It felt as natural as coming home.

Ron has finally achieved his goal and is now planning more expansion.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to hand over the Soul Stone to the Prophet Council; that would turn it into the imperial court's disaster relief efforts.
It's only effective if you do it yourself.

The guardians of Aletan are filled with passion and it's the perfect time to take action.

"No, no, no, you can't..."

The old prophet was somewhat bewildered by this surging scene.

Suddenly they got all fired up; almost all of Aletan's guardians were stirred up.

He seems to have made some kind of mistake. Didn't he tell them to let the Comorian troops enter the central district? That's the very heart of Aletan!
However, the sons of Alettan were in high spirits and no one cared about the old prophet anymore.

They even pushed him aside.

At that moment, Ron had only one thought in his mind:
The main force has finally entered the city!

……

Aletan World, Central District.

Beneath the dusty, old tower-like buildings, a lifeless atmosphere prevails, with hardly any pedestrians to be seen on the streets.

The Eldar residents hid in their dwellings, their eyes filled with fear, or huddled under the eaves.

Their souls were dying, so desperately longing to be saved, so pitiful.

In some corners, you can see dead local animals, with faint traces of decay.

"This can't go on. If the Great Prophet can't withstand the corruption, then everything will be over..."

Ron watched this scene with even greater worry.

Fear and torment are gripping the central district, and the situation in other residential areas and related regions is probably no better.

Ron could still see traces of the Guardians' battle with the demons.

The battle appears to be extremely difficult.

Too many areas and facilities collapsed, and there was no time or capacity to repair them; even the weapons foundry was shut down.

He understood the prophets' concerns.

If I were truly a Spirit Clan pirate, wouldn't I take advantage of this situation and plunder to my heart's content?!

Under the eaves, a female Elven woman holding a child looked over, then shrank back in fear.

It was as if the wall behind them gave them a sense of security.

Judging from the tools on the ground, this Eldar resident was practicing the path of craftsmanship, making handicrafts.

She had no strength left, and even her consciousness was becoming blurred.

The guardians who followed behind Asuman witnessed this scene.

They all felt deeply ashamed.

They failed to protect their compatriots and their homeland.

"Don't be afraid..."

Ron looked at the Eldar resident and gave him a gentle smile.

He gently sent a soul stone to her with his psychic powers, and left behind a bottle of medicine that could temporarily alleviate the pain in her soul.

Ron watched as one Eldar resident after another descended from the eaves.

He looked at the tormented and extremely weakened residents and made a promise:
"From this day forward, you will no longer have to worry or fear, for the goddess of life will protect you..."

After Ron finished doing all this, he turned to look at the old prophet who had followed him.

He didn't give the other party a chance to speak: "Your Excellency the Prophet, you wouldn't stop us from rescuing people, would you?"

Or are you saying that your Council of Prophets not only doesn't want to save people, but also intends to abandon the Sons of Alettan?!

He took up the high ground and publicly subjected the old prophet to moral interrogation.

The other high-ranking prophets were confined to their soul circuits, leaving the old prophet alone and vulnerable, making it a perfect opportunity for moral torture.

"I...of course we won't stop the rescue efforts..."

Under the scrutinizing gazes of the Guardians, the Comoros relatives, and the Eldar inhabitants, the old prophet stammered as he spoke.

He had no other answer to such a moral question than nodding, otherwise he would be met with anger.

He even felt that if he refused, Asuman would incite his anger and tear him apart.

At this time, what is most needed is for someone to take responsibility, even if it means using their head.

The old prophet pondered for a moment, then considered proposing some additional restrictions.

But Ron didn't give him a chance to continue speaking and directly gave the order:
"Now that the Prophet Council has given its permission, the rescue operation shall officially begin!"

Now that I'm in the city, I don't care about this or that anymore. From now on, this place is my territory!
The moment the great Asuman gave the order, the sailing team's loudspeakers blared.

Not just here, but all the sailing ships that arrive in Aletan.

Those loudspeaker broadcasts echoed throughout the atmosphere of the entire Aletan world.

Amidst the sacred and inspiring Eldar music, the Leviathans announced the joyous news of the great Asuman's arrival:

That being, guided by the Goddess of Life and invited by the Council of Prophets, came to aid the world of Aletan.

This world will end its suffering and usher in a new life...

The simple version is to announce, accompanied by a song similar to "Good Luck Comes," that our savior of the Spirit Race has come to deliver Soul Stones to our fellow villagers.

Fellow villagers, come and claim yours!
Although the loudspeaker broadcasts were cliché, they were very effective, with wide coverage, and even brought the Prophet's Council to endorse them.

After that, more sailing teams arrived in Aletan with lightning speed and entered various areas.

They were so warm and friendly.

Ron's warrior troops are scattered throughout various regions, assisting local guardians in resisting demons, and are quite powerful.

This relieved the pressure of the demon invasion.

Meanwhile, more rescue teams ventured into residential areas, distributing soul stones, soul-restoring potions, and providing assistance to the Spirit Clan villagers.

Not only did they establish a close relationship with the Spirit Clan, but they also took the opportunity to spread the faith and doctrines of the Goddess of Life.

This series of actions was so fast that it dazzled the old man and caught him off guard.

There wasn't even time to react.

"The veil of fate is above."

That Asuman probably harbors astonishing ambitions; he's eyeing Aletan…

The old prophet watched this scene, feeling numb and deeply worried.

too fast!
The Comoros' distant relatives acted as if they had rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Their ambitions are obvious.

But what could he do? Their samurai troops were there to assist the guardians in eliminating the demons; they were incredibly powerful.

The massive rescue force, without even bringing weapons, went door-to-door delivering soul stones and warmth to the sons of Aletan; they were practically patching up the villagers' bedding.

The smiles of the bewitching nymph Remy and the succubi were so warm.

More like an angel.

In this situation, how could they possibly allow Aletan's Guardian Forces to drive them away?
Moreover, the warrior forces of Comoros' distant relatives have already penetrated deep into various core areas.

The consequences of using force to expel them would be unimaginable.

The old prophet wasn't even sure if the Guardian forces would obey orders; the Prophet Council wasn't an authoritarian body, but rather guided solely by prestige.

Normally, the Sons of Aletan would follow the guidance, but that's not necessarily the case now.

After all, on the surface, it seems that Asuman has given almost everything to help Aletan.

Rumbling--

The old prophet sensed the tremors and rumbling sounds from the ground.

He looked up and immediately broke down.

In the distance, a statue of the Goddess of Life, more than ten meters tall, was erected, faintly radiating spiritual energy.

Even more outrageous is that a small statue of Asuman, the savior of the Eldar, has been erected, albeit in a much more understated manner.

"This, this, this..."

The old prophet was almost suffocating.

Not only the statue of the Goddess of Life, but that Asuman even brought in his own holy statue. What else does that guy want to do?
He didn't even dare to think about it!
The old prophet took a deep breath and hurried toward the Web Portal. The situation was urgent, and he had to summon the prophets to solve the immediate problem.

Even if that would take some risks and disrupt their process of fighting against chaotic corruption.

……

The Hall of the Prophet's Council.

This old dome, standing between the peaks and the collapsed tower, has once again welcomed a gathering.

The high prophets answered the call and returned from the spiritual warp.

They were deeply worried about the current situation.

"What a vicious method they used to distribute soul stones to the sons of Aletan."

They even erected icons of saints!

A blind prophet slammed his fist on the stone table, furious.

But the next moment he realized his words were inappropriate and sheepishly shrank back.

The prophets realized that Asuman made no attempt to hide his ambitions and was employing an open and aboveboard strategy.

He wants to seize Aletan!
The old prophet's cloudy eyes looked at Eralai, who was as noble as an elf.
His heart was filled with worry:

"Your Excellency the Great Prophet, we must stop Asuman before he...does something even more terrible..."

Before Aila could say anything, a psionic communication brazenly crossed the barrier, so unrestrained.

This alerted the high-ranking prophets, but fortunately, the psychic energy was neither malicious nor concealed.

It was merely a message.

But the fact that the opponent was able to cross that barrier undoubtedly demonstrates their strength.

“It’s Asuman’s psionic power.” The old prophet’s body trembled slightly as he warned the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, Asuman's elegant and polite voice rang out: "Your Excellency the Great Prophet, I have an important question I would like to discuss with you."

However, such psionic communication is quite presumptuous, like asking, "Hello, is Qiuya there?"

There is not much difference.

"Your Excellency Asuman, please speak..."

Ailalai has a soft and pleasant voice.

The great prophet's perfect body was covered by a veil of mist, so holy and serene.

Any life form, regardless of race, would admire her upon seeing her, and might even feel a desire to possess her.

Eralai did not react much to Asuman's audacity.

As long as she controls the soul circuits, that being can't do anything about it...

(End of this chapter)