Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 684 Savior: The Holy Prophet, I Want to Connect with You

Inside the dome, the high-ranking prophets fell silent.

They gathered together to discuss how to expel the Comorian ruler, Asuman.

However, halfway through the gathering, Asuman's psychic consciousness boldly entered through the web portal.

Does that guy think he can just sit in on the conversation?!
Ron's sudden appearance was also a form of intimidation.

This proves that this Asuman not only understands and is familiar with the structure of the web, but also possesses powerful spiritual energy.

This goes against the prophet's understanding; the Dark Eldar are different from them and have always resisted the use of psionic energy.

What disgusted them even more was that this was basically the only gathering place for high-ranking prophets, and no outsiders had ever entered.

Now, Asuman can come in as if he's in his own home, with no privacy at all.

The prophets couldn't possibly meet and discuss things secretly in private, as that would pose a greater risk of exposure.

"hateful!
Is Aletan our world, or Asuman's?

The blind prophet blushed, and even the psionicly shaped image trembled slightly.

He felt very aggrieved.

Since that Asuman entered the Central District, he has infiltrated every aspect of Aletan under the guise of rescue, and the black-armored warriors have occupied many key areas.

It was ostensibly to ward off evil spirits and to protect the people of Aletan.

Their influence as the Council of Prophets is waning.

"The path of faith in Aletan must not be defiled. In any case, we cannot allow the madmen of Comoros to pollute this world."

Another prophet thought so.

He was a conservative in the Prophet Council, preferring to refuse all help rather than allow any change to occur in Alettan's spiritual world.

"The veil of fate is above."

The old prophet was filled with remorse: "I made a huge mistake. I shouldn't have let that ambitious man into the central district, thus creating a dangerous situation."

This highly respected prophet, believing he was in control of the situation, wanted to keep the precious soul stones.

But he underestimated Asuman's ambition. He wanted the Soul Stones, while the guy wanted the entire Aletan Ark world!
Although the Comorian ruler alleviated Alettan's crisis, the old prophet still did not trust him.

The Comorians are notorious throughout the galaxy and are hated by almost every civilized race.

He found it hard to believe that such a distant relative could become kind.

The old prophet worried that the other party did not genuinely want to help the world.

Instead, they rely on Soul Stones as bait to create a false image in order to achieve their sinister goals.

Once that ambitious person takes control of the world and reveals their truly ugly face, it will be too late!
The old prophet's wrinkled face seemed to age even further, and he was consumed by deep self-reproach: "Even if it costs me my life, I will drive that being away..."

The moment Ron's psychic consciousness appeared, the high-ranking prophets had all sorts of thoughts.

They all disliked the Comorian ruler.

Even so, the high-ranking prophets did not rashly engage in conflict with him, as that was not their code of conduct.

We must wait until they have made their predictions before taking any action.

The prophets of the Ark Eldar make prophecies about everything, seeking guidance from the Veil of Destiny.

Moreover, they still need to wait for the great prophet Elarai's reaction in order to act more effectively.

At this moment, the great prophet's eyes shone with a brilliant blue as he gazed upon Asuman's psychic consciousness.

The sanctity emanating from her created a strong sense of distance, making people look up to her involuntarily.

However, the next moment, the holy prophet Ayralai could no longer control himself.

Her psychic-formed body trembled, and for the first time, she showed a strong emotional change.

"Your Excellency the Great Prophet, the situation in Aletan is critical. Even if I devote all my power, I cannot eliminate the ever-growing chaos."

Perhaps we should connect, and borrow your spirit to…

Ron said gracefully.

He looked like he was doing it for Aletta's sake and hoped Aletta would cooperate.

hum~
"Please stop your offensive remarks; that's not how an ally should behave."

Eralai took a deep breath, dispelling Asuman's words.

Even though she concealed it well, a hint of disgust still lingered deep within her clear, bright eyes.

Not only the Great Prophet, but the high-ranking prophets present reacted even more strongly.

They stared at Asuman, radiating psychic energy, making no attempt to conceal their anger:
"Asuman, you are humiliating us, Aletan!"

"Malicious blasphemy! Retract your disrespectful remarks and apologize to us!"

"Get out of Aletan!"

For the Eldar of the Ark, especially for the Alettans, the spiritual world of each Eldar is the purest and most pristine place.

No desecration is permitted.

Even the sons of Aletan only faced those they trusted most and were willing to risk their lives for.

Only then will they allow the other party to connect with their spiritual world.

The spiritual world of Aletan's son is so pure and self-disciplined.

That's why they feared the Dark Prince even more, that terrifying being who could corrupt the spirit of the Son of Aletan.

It will also create endless pleasure and filth in the spiritual world.

That's worse than death!
But now, that Comorian ruler, that ambitious man, actually wants to enter the spiritual world of the holy great prophet.

It was an unbearable defilement and humiliation!
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Ron then realized that there were so many people in the spiritual realm of the dome, yet he still maintained his politeness:

"I'm sorry, so all the prophets are here. I thought only His Excellency the Great Prophet was here."

Because of the powerful psychic energy of his soul circuits, he masked the presence of other prophets, leading him to believe that only the Great Prophet was in this area.

Ron originally came here using his psychic consciousness to discuss strengthening his soul circuits with the Great Prophet.

To resist the corruption of Slaanesh.

According to the plan, he will introduce the power of the Goddess of Life into his soul circuit to better protect the Spirit Race in this Ark World.

This would greatly reduce the defensive pressure and decrease casualties among our troops.

Otherwise, even if their own warrior troops could resist the erosion, they would be slowly losing blood, and the demons were a force that could rival the Tyrannosaurus in numbers.

More importantly, once the Goddess of Life enters Aletan's soul circuit, it's equivalent to gaining control of the world.

No one can stir up any trouble.

The chaos in the Vigilant Star region is escalating, and Ron urgently needs more power; quickly gaining control of Aletan would be the best outcome.

This would allow their army to have a mobile asteroid rear base, and the various resources and supplies sent by the logistics fleet could be better stored.

For the Alettanlings, this is their home, but to him, it is the perfect logistical base.

However, to achieve this goal, the help of the great prophet Elara is needed, as she controls the soul circuits.

One needs to enter the other person's spiritual world as a bridge to bring in the goddess of life.

But for the Alettanlings, Ron's request for connection was roughly equivalent to pulling a beautiful stranger off the street and saying, "I want to 'connect' with you."

It might be more serious than that.

The Aletanling people place greater emphasis on the spiritual realm than on physical contact.

That means unconditional trust and deep integration.

"The culture in this Ark world is quite unique..."

Ron sensed the prophets' anger and suddenly found himself in a difficult situation.

Although he knew that Alettan valued the spiritual world, he did not expect that the other party valued it to such an extent.

The prophets resisted this event more than they had imagined.

This may be due to cultural differences. Imperial psionicists don't care about this or that; they can launch psychological interrogations at any time and even use psychic abilities to determine whether someone is loyal.

Even when Leon first returned, he was interrogated by Imperial psionicists to prove his identity.

"Great Prophet, I have just offended you."

But in any case, I am trying my best to help my Eldar. You should seriously consider this matter.

You know Aletta's situation best; I hope you won't let personal reasons cause you to miss the opportunity to save the world.

Ron maintained his elegant demeanor, starting with moral blackmail to occupy the moral high ground.

This is equivalent to saying, "Madam, you don't want to either...", but he doesn't feel any psychological burden.

Since the high prophets cannot save this endangered world, it is better to do it myself, at least to save the tormented sons of Aletan.

I have been kind enough.

If the high prophets are so foolish as to prefer sending their people to the jaws of Slaanesh rather than changing the status quo.

He wouldn't mind using force, even if it meant significant losses, at least Aletan could be preserved.

After Ron finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared, leaving the spiritual realm where the dome was located.

He already knew the great prophet's attitude, and the current situation was not suitable for continuing the conversation.

That could easily lead to conflict.

...Aletan Central District.

The rooftop terrace.

Ron's consciousness returned, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze shifted from the domed area to overlook the dilapidated world, where thick smoke rose from many areas.

That means the war against the Slaanesh demons continues.

The unexpected resistance from the great prophets and high prophets greatly reduced the chances of his plan succeeding.

Ron frowned slightly: "Next, we'll see how the Prophet Council reacts, and then we'll start applying targeted pressure."

He didn't dwell on the matter too much, but returned to the ancient long table to continue browsing the intelligence that had been gathered.

Ron has too many things to focus on right now, both galactic and warp-space.

He must have a grasp of the overall situation.

"Hiss~
"No wonder he's my half-brother, is he really that stubborn?!"

Ron gasped.

According to the information sent by the cunning and treacherous traitor.

For some reason, Kabanha went crazy and roared, challenging the Blood God, and then directly slammed an axe into the Blood God's face.

They dried up all the brass armor.

Then Kabanha was beaten by Blood God's heavy punches and slammed into the ground until he passed out.

According to the insider's account, the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon was dragged back to the Demon Palace by his retinue like a dead dog.

I don't know when I'll wake up.

"Kabanha is a brave man, he dared to go up like that..."

Ron was quite emotional, as his brother was either on a high-speed charge or recovering from an injury.

I've never backed down.

Now, in the Khorne realm and even in many areas of the warp, anyone who mentions the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon must give a thumbs up.

Despite how tragic it was, everyone admired that guy's courage.

Fortunately, the Blood God was not too angry, so Cabanha was not banished like Skabrand.

It's probably because he charged head-on, rather than launching a sneak attack.

After inquiring about Cabanha's situation, Ron turned his attention to his other good friend, Guilliman.

There's still no word on that guy; I wonder where he's gotten lost.

"Hopefully that guy can make it into the Vigilant Star campaign and pop some champagne..."

Ron thought to himself.

Then he checked the latest news from the empire.

That news was probably from two or three years ago; the time difference is quite large, there's nothing we can do about it.

The empire has not changed much from before; the reforms have been largely completed, and infrastructure construction in the reclaimed areas is still ongoing.

Leon and Khan are diligently building military fortifications in the imperial territory near the Ghost Exorcism Zone, while Peturabo's experimental base has been completed.

There is still no news of Corax, and Dorn seems to have left traces in the galaxy before disappearing without a trace.

The only problem is the incursions and rebellions in various places.

Imperial troops are putting out fires everywhere.

The frequency of invasions and erosions is high, which somewhat affects the empire's development process.

Those chaotic invasions and rebellions, though seemingly more bark than bite, were still something that had to be addressed.

Fortunately, the Empire is much better off now than when the Great Rift first occurred, and its logistical supplies are sufficient, so we can treat this as a training exercise.

The Astronauts were generally quite satisfied, not only because they could use the latest weapons to fight heretics and aliens, but also because they could enjoy their meals on the battlefield.

They also receive a considerable subsidy, which helps improve their family's life; they can now afford bread and artificial meat.

The current subsidy and compensation system covers all planets on the bright side, ensuring that soldiers will not go and never return.

It can even send letters.

The letters were transported using the military logistics system and could be delivered to homes in about six months to three years.

This is an astonishing speed for the Empire's shipping network.

"good!
It seems Chaos isn't doing so well anymore; it's all just minor skirmishes now.

Ron smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

However, he was not careless. The current situation was clearly not normal and might be brewing something big, so it was best to be cautious.

We can only investigate further and report back.

Soon, an urgent intelligence alerted Ron.

His brows were furrowed:
"That old bastard Irebas has come to the Vigilant Planet region?"

Their own reconnaissance unit discovered the whereabouts of Irebas, and in doing so, the entire reconnaissance unit was lost.

It was merely a matter of relaying the message back.

Ron's expression grew increasingly serious as he looked at the detailed intelligence: "Looks like that guy's got me in for a fight, and he's much stronger than the records say. Maybe he made a deal with the gods..."

That was more like a provocation; Irebas deliberately showed himself to let him know of his arrival.

Through time comparison, the military department confirmed that after the arrival of the Dark Apostle, the chaos in the Vigilant Star region intensified, and it also attracted more alien heretics.

Another important piece of news caught Ron's attention: a branch of the Vigilant Expeditionary Fleet had been attacked by space undead.

Despite the timely retreat, there were still considerable losses.

The space ghosts in this area are far more dangerous than imagined, and they possess a great deal of ancient technology.

As Ron reviewed the intelligence, his smile gradually faded; he knew he had to achieve a breakthrough.

Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the higher the risk will be.

Soon after, Ron received new information.

Elise walked in and reported softly:

"Master, the prophets of Aletan are resisting your rule."

Several high-ranking prophets rejected faith in the goddess of life, declaring that it was not the path guided by the veil of destiny.

Ron glanced at Elise, the alluring enchantress who liked to call him "master" in private, and with other implications.

However, he didn't mind, since the other party was one of the first Dark Spirits to follow him.

"It seems the Prophet Council isn't united either..."

Ron smiled slightly after receiving the report.

This is good news. He originally thought that the high-level prophets would be more defiant and collectively resist him.

However, only a very small minority, likely conservatives, have taken action so far.

Ron popped a piece of local specialty pastry into his mouth:

“Tell our troops that since they have rejected the Goddess of Life, there is nothing we can do to help them.”

They received no soul stones or military force.

Special attention must be paid to ensuring our troops do not engage in any conflict with them; keep your distance.

I haven't fully established myself yet, and if an armed conflict breaks out, I might be exploited to spread hatred among ethnic groups.

That could incite hatred within the Aletan community.

Ron suspected that those conservative prophets wanted to do just that.

Their aid helped Aletan recover and gave them the confidence to resist.

"Unfortunately, these are all wishful thinking. They will soon learn what mistakes they have made, and the Aletanling will naturally know who they should follow..."

Ron was quite confident.

That was a clash between beliefs and the system of governance.

Aletan's internal structure is relatively loose.

The high prophets are in charge of different regions. They obey the guidance of the great prophet, but they have the power to act independently in their respective areas.

That was a rather backward system, which also confirmed the decline of the Eldar civilization.

Alettan is now like a nomadic tribal alliance adrift in space, governed by divine authority and devoid of any laws.

Moreover, by possessing more effective divine authority and an advanced management system, they are better able to exert control.

Soon, the Aletan Eldar will be able to experience the benefits of the new system.

"Compared to war, I still prefer construction."

Ron walked to the crystal floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, gazing at the neighborhood.

The area is undergoing a vigorous restoration and construction project. Ruins have been removed, buildings have been painted in beautiful colors, and the area is full of life.

The sons of Aletan, working, wore smiles, as if all their fears had been dispelled.

But he knew that an even greater fear was about to descend.

(End of this chapter)