Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 685 Large-scale projection of pleasure and filth, how could the Goddess of Life...

"As expected, we humans have more management experience..."

Ron looked at the Central District, which was gradually regaining its vitality, and felt quite emotional.

Although Eldar individuals are powerful, even ordinary warriors are not much different from Space Marines.

However, compared to humans, their numbers are too small, and their organization is relatively loose.

In relatively prosperous areas, the population is in the trillions, with an enormous number of people and affairs.

As the emperor of the empire, Ron governs all of humanity, so organizing and managing the Eldar of the Aletan Ark world would be a piece of cake for him.

He restored order to the area in a very short time.

"Unfortunately, it's not so easy to quickly rule over a tribe."

Ron shook his head.

He himself, Asuman, entered Aletan under the guise of providing aid.

Once the world returns to order, if one has not yet obtained legitimate rule and absolute control...

The best outcome would be to leave behind the belief in the goddess of life, which would slowly permeate all aspects of life.

But that would be too troublesome and time-consuming.

He didn't have the patience, and the situation didn't allow it; simply put, time wasn't on his side.

That might explain why the high-ranking prophets are so calm; aside from the old prophets and conservatives, they rarely clash with them.

They are accumulating strength, preparing to reap the benefits.

Once Aletan's situation stabilizes and it recovers, it will inevitably face a fierce counterattack.

"Destruction is always easier than creation. No wonder the old empires liked to solve problems with killing."

Ron thought to himself.

But he knew that if he started a war, things would get very complicated.

The Eldar are all quite powerful. Even if they win, their remaining troops will simply disappear into the ruins and net tunnels of the Ark World.

What awaited them was a guerrilla war that would last for many years, with high-ranking prophets occasionally launching surprise attacks and delivering devastating blows.

Unless he completely destroys this ark world.

This is actually the reason why the various races are locked in a tug-of-war on Vigilant Planet.

Years of constant warfare have filled the vast wilderness of that planet with countless fortresses and strongholds, and the areas available for development have been overexploited.

The nests spread wildly like plants, covering an extremely large area and forming one "continent" after another.

In other words, the Vigilant Planet has countless layers, with various races locked in a stalemate, coming and going, making the clearing process difficult enough to drive any commander mad.

Nobody knows how many people they'll need to fill in to get it done.

After all, the population of a single hive city in the Empire is in the hundreds of billions or even trillions. Who knows how many enemy troops are in those fortresses and fortresses occupied by heretics and aliens?!

The problem is that no one dares to use destructive means, as that would be a suicidal act, and given the strength of Blackrock, even some weapons of mass destruction cannot destroy it.

Then everyone can only push it little by little.

"That planet is probably the most troublesome place for the Empire. The outer perimeter is full of heretics and aliens, and the inside is also crowded with them."

Ron's thoughts drifted to the core planet of this battle, and he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Moreover, he was certain that the Chaos Gods were colluding with Eribus to cause trouble.

And then there are the space undead, always lurking in places with lots of black rock; that terrifying ancient race is always there.

He even suspected that there were many tomb worlds beneath the Vigilant Star.

In this situation, one must have a large platform like Ark World as a rear base, which allows for both offense and defense, and provides ample room for maneuver.

As for the issue of troop strength, the relevant units are also working hard to resolve it.

Their own Orks and Terran armies have arrived in the Vigilant Star region, actively picking on the weak and devouring smaller forces of their own to strengthen themselves.

The Eldar, on the other hand, will take matters into their own hands and win by focusing on quality.

The only pity is that it seems I can't get my hands on a space undead army; controlling them would be too difficult.

Otherwise, they could study their secrets themselves.

As for the human army, it will serve as the core mobile force and be deployed to the most important battlefields.

In important battles, it is still the human armies that matter, in order to achieve the goal of precise warfare.

hum~
Ron received a psionic message and frowned slightly.

Just now, the High Prophet Elarai rejected her proposal again; she continues to resist.

Then there is no other way.

At that moment, a figure on the street caught Ron's attention.

Fahimmel.

The beautiful female warrior was looking this way, her blue eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

Not only her, but many more sons of Aletan bowed in this direction, expressing their gratitude to the great Asuman and to their distant relatives and allies from Comoros.

Their hearts were filled with hope.

"The most painful and resentful thing is losing life when it is closest to hope..."

Ron responded gracefully to the Son of Aletan's smile, then left through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The shadow cast by the closed curtains fell on him, making him look somewhat sinister.

Often, no matter what choice you make, you will have to pay a heavy price; there is no perfect choice.

Since there was no better way, I had no choice but to exert pressure and resort to more drastic measures.

This brought the great prophet and the council of prophets to their knees.

He felt virtually no psychological pressure regarding alien races like the Eldar.

As a human being, I have been kind enough.

……

On the Tower Street.

"Asuman is noble and kind; he brought hope of revival to the son of Aletan..."

Fahimmel gazed at the floor-to-ceiling window.

Even after that figure had disappeared, she did not look away from her eager gaze.

Since that spiritual encounter, Asuman had left a deep impression on this beautiful female warrior.

She always hoped to see that figure, and even longed to contact Asuman again, in order to achieve that kind of spiritual connection and peace.

However, that being was so noble that she was not qualified to approach it, and even getting close to that being was a luxury.

"The prophet said that we must be wary and not trust our distant relatives in the Comoros too much."

Those distant relatives are merely allies; we can fight alongside them, but they will never be part of Aletan.

A burly guardian leader, whose gaze had been fixed on Fahimer, couldn't help but offer a reminder.

The Guardians are divided on their Comorian relatives, with many not wanting their allies to stay in Aletan for long.

They felt that Asuman's motives were not pure and that the honeymoon period between the two sides would not last long.

"I believe in Asuman; he is not an evil being."

I saw it in the Veil of Fate; he genuinely wanted to save his fellow Aletan.

Fahimmel held the dazzling gem hanging on her chest with both hands, cherishing it so much, and a beautiful smile involuntarily appeared on her fair face.

Like many of Alettan's sons, she maintained a pure spirit and had even greater faith in the Great Asuman.

Asuman invested so much in Aletan, sending armies to fight off the Dark Prince's minions and help his people escape torment.

No ally could do this, not even the prophets. Only the purest and kindest heart could be so selfless.

"That might be a disguise."

The strong guardian leader shook his head: "There's no doubt they're trying to infiltrate our homeland."

"No, Asuman is restoring the homeland we had lost; the soul stones he sent saved us."

This is something everyone has witnessed; their homeland is being restored, and the son of Aletan has a smile on his face—something that hasn't happened in so many years.

Fahimer pointed to the sons of Aletan working and the gradually renovating residential buildings, and retorted.

For centuries, no one dealt with the ruins or organized reconstruction. Everyone lived in fear, and survival was all they had to do.

In fact, if it weren't for Ron's intervention and his strong infrastructure capabilities, the Eldar, who had declined to the point of being almost like tribes and lacked Soul Stones, would have been completely defeated.

It would be very difficult to rebuild these buildings.

After Fashimer finished speaking, he couldn't help but look up at the huge window again, hoping that the esteemed being would suddenly appear.

The strong guardian, unable to refute, fell silent.

As he gazed at the other person's figure, an overwhelming sense of bitterness welled up within him.

This guardian leader has always protected Fahimer, which is the pure land in his heart.

Not long ago, she had a sexual encounter with Asuman, which was so brutal and left a deep mark.

That was Aletan's most intimate ritual, but Asuman paid it no heed. Ron, empowered by the power of pleasure, life energy, and numerous other powers, had long since reached the pinnacle of charisma, even influencing the Eldar.

Of course, that's not mandatory; it can't dispel all hostility, otherwise the Lord of Pleasure would have been invincible long ago.

The strong guardian stood beneath the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, his figure so small, even somewhat humble.

He is still protecting her.

Fahimmel was oblivious to all of this; she was preoccupied with how to fight the chaos alongside Asuman and how to better rebuild their homeland.

Soon, she joined the construction team, working alongside Aletan's son and distant relatives from Comoros.

Smiles radiated from every Eldar face, and the fear in their hearts was dissipating.

However, the son of Aletan's happiness did not last long, as he received a series of bad news.

The hidden struggles and chaos in this world have long been brewing.

……

Inside the burial grounds paved with white stones.

Ella was pacing, her semi-transparent white veil draped freely over her elegant body, fluttering in the sacred breeze.

Her surprisingly narrowed eyes were etched with tears, her blue eyes glistening with a few drops.

The holy prophet rejected Asuman once again.

She was caught in a dilemma and felt uneasy, unsure of what to choose.

The veil of fate hangs above.

Eralai absolutely did not want any of Aletan's sons to be harmed, and she hoped to accept Asuman's offer in exchange for the safety of this suffering world.

But it was an extremely difficult choice, and it was fraught with threats.

Others may not understand the significance of a mental connection, but Eralai knows it means absolute trust.

It's tantamount to handing over her entire being and the safety of her soul circuits to that Asuman, the Comorian ruler.

This allowed him to control Aletan's fate at will.

If that time comes, no one will be able to stop Asuman from doing whatever he wants to the world and the sons of Aletan!
This is also why the Veil of Fate chose Ellalay; her psychic powers are strong enough, and her heart is pure enough.

The soul circuit is safest in her hands; she won't have any other ideas.

But Aila could sense that the Aletan Ark world was inevitably falling into an extreme crisis, on the verge of destruction, and desperately needed someone to save it.

That person might be Asuman?
She wasn't sure.

"The Veil of Fate, can I really trust it?"

The holy prophet attempted to prophesy again, and she saw a young figure on a white screen of light, the figure shrouded in both purity and defilement.

She couldn't see the young figure clearly, nor did she know whether his attitude towards the Spirit Clan was good or evil.
Ella tried to prophesy again, but the next moment she let out a soft cry and immediately cut off her psychic powers.

Because she saw the legendary goddess of life, and that being seemed to be kneeling before the young figure.

That was an extremely blasphemous scene, something that could never happen.

This prophecy must have been influenced by the warp, perhaps because of that terrible dark prince?

Aila was somewhat dejected; her prophecy had failed again, and her mood became even more depressed.

They realized that the situation was out of control.

"Will the goddess of life truly protect Aletan?"

"Was Asuman's promise genuine?"

The Holy Prophet was lost in confusion; she still couldn't make up her mind whether to fight back or choose to trust.

This is the first time that the veil of fate has not provided a definite answer.

Fate seemed to have no effect on Asuman, leaving her in a difficult situation.

……

Soon after.

Numerous messages are circulating.

The sons of Aletan have heard that an even more terrifying tide of chaos is about to arrive.

Asuman is under immense pressure and is grieving. To make matters worse, the Prophet Council has rejected his suggestion to strengthen his soul circuits.

Their shared homeland may not be able to withstand the onslaught of the demonic tide, thus plunging into an even greater catastrophe.

Some high-ranking prophets even ignored Alettan's suffering and refused Asuman's aid, leaving many of his compatriots still in extreme misery.

This was strongly condemned by Asuman, who declared that the selfish prophets had tainted the goodwill of the Comorian relatives.

Extremists in some areas have even toppled local statues of the Goddess of Life, refusing to allow that being to occupy the faith of Aletan.

Their only faith was in Rheas, another goddess of the Spirit Race who foresaw destiny.

The sons of Aletan sensed the crisis and were deeply worried.

With a formidable enemy at hand and relations between the two sides deteriorating, such an act of defiling the other's deities is enough to trigger war.

However, Asuman and his Comorian relatives remained restrained.

Instead of clashing with extremists, they quietly cleaned up the remains of the icons and repaired the buildings damaged by their collapse.

This shamed many of Aletan's sons, making them more inclined to side with Asuman.

“We shouldn’t have done this; we shouldn’t have ruined the goodwill of our compatriots…”

Fahimer shed tears, his heart aching.

While feeling remorse for her compatriots, she felt even more sympathy for Asuman, whose selfless dedication had been tainted.

This young guardian was unaware of the brutality of the struggle.

In fact, by the time the Sons of Aletan sensed the approaching Chaos Terror, Ron's cunning Slaanesh had already led his army close in.

The Burning Legion arrived even earlier, consisting entirely of elite Slaanesh Chaos Warriors and demons.

This is a terrifying enemy for the Alettan Eldar; it's a perfect opportunity to exploit their weakness.

“We have established our victimhood image, and now it’s time to apply pressure and create more despair.”

Ron gazed at the increasingly dense chaos and spoke softly.

He turned to Iris: "Get the samurai troops ready and get everything done as quickly as possible."

Since the son of Aletan values ​​the spirit so much, let's start from that aspect; I've already made a plan.

That might be more effective than striking the body, and the intensity can be controlled.

However, once the relevant areas are breached, the defilement of pleasure will spread rapidly, so it is necessary to contain it in time, otherwise the losses will outweigh the gains.

“Master, your servants are ready and will carry out the plan as scheduled.”

Iris's smile was so alluring; she had long been disgusted by those lowly spirits who dared to refuse their master's mercy.

Meanwhile, within the chaotic subspace.

With the help of certain shadow creatures, a rift leading to Aletan is being rapidly established.

That would be an unprecedented large-scale invasion.

The leader of the Corpse Brotherhood, Goergi, stuck out his long tongue, his voice filled with excitement: "What a delicious world, what pure hearts..."

The Corpse Brotherhood originated as one of the thirteen chapters of the Redemption Crusade, but they fell in Orensis and were captured by the Lord of Pleasure.

These blasphemers wear blue armor, often stained with mutated fluid oozing from their joints, and enjoy using electrical pulses to stimulate certain parts of their brains.

To become happy.

More importantly, they collectively castrated themselves, and after losing that part of them, they liked to resort to special methods.

However, with the Burning Legion taking control of Orensis, the Brotherhood of Corruption now belongs to the Dark Prince, Diablo.

This time, Gorgon received orders from the Dark Prince to lead the Brotherhood of Corruption and even more demons to invade that delicious yet delicate world.

That was a golden opportunity to use the crack passage to bypass the enemy's defenses.

Directly attack the enemy's core.

"Diavolo is above."

We even know the enemy's deployment; I can't wait to defile those pure and delicious souls.

As Gao Erji spoke, he slurred his words and almost bit himself.

Even among pleasure believers, he was rather unusual and depraved.

For this invasion, the Corpse Brotherhood even created special fel energy projection devices.

It is enough to give those pure souls' senses and spirits an unparalleled thrill and pleasure!
"Ah, feel it, savor it, and then increase the intensity!"

The Lord of Pleasure led his demon army ever closer to the ever-widening rift.

He was filled with anticipation.

What an exciting scene that would be!

(End of this chapter)