The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Doral, having his thoughts read by Soshjan, smiled slightly and replied in a tactful tone:

"Your Highness, you have not only saved this world, but if that fallen one had ascended to daemonhood, with such a being's nature, he would have certainly returned to the world he once ruled. At that time, the suffering humans would probably number in the billions, tens of billions even. This is a win-win situation, and you have fulfilled the duties of both your identities."

"Ha, my dear minister, you certainly have a way with words when comforting people."

At this time, hundreds of people followed behind the golden carriage, drawn along like iron filings to a magnet, until they entered the boundaries of the White Stag Palace, where the curious Aeldari instinctively stopped.

There was no arguing, no clamor; even the Aeldari children possessed a strong sense of self-awareness.

As the procession arrived at the White Stag Palace, the first things that caught the eye were two enormous spirit bone statues, standing on a huge platform, surrounded by a ring of plants forming a shrine, and many cushions. On the left stood a beautiful Aeldari maiden, draped in a gauze robe with flowing long hair, her flawless face tilted upwards, holding a crescent moon in both hands. On the other side was a goddess holding an infant in her right arm and a branch in her left, her head bowed in sorrow.

Without a doubt, these two were the Aeldari moon goddess Lileath and the mother goddess Isha.

For some reason, Soshjan paid particular attention to Isha's face, and the more he looked, the more she resembled Veronica. No wonder so many Aeldari followed her with such unwavering devotion.

The White Stag Palace had a giant dome above it, supported by spirit bone pillars. Other buildings stood beneath the spirit bone arches, forming a unique circular small castle. The edges had many arched doorways, seemingly allowing anyone to enter freely. One of them was aligned with the center of an arched hall, much larger than the other entrances, surrounded by a thick border with inscriptions that glowed faintly in the psychic aura. At the very top was an exquisite white stag ornament.

The golden carriage stopped in front of the White Stag Palace's open space. Soshjan stepped down, and the accompanying guards quickly occupied all the entrances and exits, while he strode into the building.

The internal structure of the White Stag Palace, like its exterior style, was a collection of interlocking domes and rooms, some small, some large, but none could be called luxurious. Inside were many curious men and women, who were not servants. In fact, in this barbaric world, even the royal family lived self-sufficiently. The attendants in the palace were more akin to the human concept of "civil servants." They served the kingdom rather than the royal family, and some were merely here to "help out" due to personal relationships. There were even animals scurrying around, shocking the Craftworld Aeldari who had come with Soshjan.

To them, the lives of these compatriots were indeed too "uncivilized."

At this moment, a beautiful woman wearing an emerald robe, with long golden hair, and a crown composed of jewels and spirit bone, led the attendants in a line and respectfully curtsied.

"I am Livia, and I welcome His Highness the Phoenix King. This place is a rural area, so please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."

This must be the queen of the Lynnae Kingdom. Her face had a five or six-tenths resemblance to Princess Cordelia, but she was more mature and gentle, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze, somewhat similar to Veronica in this regard.

Soshjan nodded, raised his hand slightly, and replied in as gentle a voice as possible:

"Lady Livia, please rise. King Valentino Ravich and the two princes and princesses are safe. The Lynnae Kingdom's disaster has passed."

"The people of the Lynnae Kingdom will forever remember Your Highness's kindness. Please, Your Highness, move to the main hall."

Under Livia's guidance, they arrived at what could be considered a great hall. The walls here had no carvings or magnificent bas-reliefs, but rather many things from nature: shells, bones, dried branches, and so on.

The attendants here had already prepared a huge rattan chair that had just been made. Soshjan placed his sword on a stand made of the skull of some giant beast and sat down directly, not worrying about it collapsing.

At the same time, the seers and war leaders gathered on the carpet in the hall, and the released observation spheres were scattered haphazardly in the air, displaying various tactical plans, and began to report the results and some details of the battle to Soshjan in their usual calm, formal tone.

In general, there were basically no losses. Personnel losses were only 6, 2 of which were due to accidents. It could be said to be a crushing victory. According to the Lynnae Kingdom's rough statistics, the direct loss of personnel was between 3,000 and 4,000. Considering that this kingdom has a population of only 100,000 at most, this loss can be described as heavy, almost an entire generation.

The war leaders also evaluated the combat performance of the various mercenaries. Although with their usual arrogance, they had to admit that the Hearthguard Ironsworn were a disciplined, tenacious, and exceptionally combat-effective force with fierce firepower.

The underwater combat capabilities of the Sahaduin were also affirmed, but after landing, they still failed to clear the firing points in time due to disciplinary problems, resulting in the death of more than fifty Aquarius warriors. This was heavily criticized by the war leaders. At the same time, their tactics were very loose, relying heavily on individual abilities, and cooperation was mostly limited to squad scale.

The evaluation of the Q'kanti was very polarized because they had zero casualties. Some war leaders praised their stealth and tactical planning capabilities. They ambushed from impossible cliffs, destroying the temporary airport built by humans on the ground in one fell swoop. The humans probably didn't even know what attacked them throughout the entire process. However, some war leaders also ridiculed these creatures as extremely cowardly cowards because although they destroyed the airport, they did not dare to attack the nearby human bunkers. Afterwards, the Phoenix fighter squadron had to personally destroy these firing points centered on assault cannons.

But no matter what, they did complete the mission.

After that, there were the problems exposed by the various troops in the battle. The war leaders, seers, and branch prelates debated the details of various offensives and defenses. This was a model that Soshjan had never seen before. In fact, even the Astartes, who claimed to be tactical masters, often behaved like an argument when discussing things. Everyone would use their voices to strengthen their views. However, the Aeldari discussed things with a completely slow and deliberate attitude and tone, asking questions or looking for roles responsible for the problem around the center.

Soshjan was leading them, observing them, and trying to learn from them.

In fact, when the Aeldari talked about specific issues, their logic was still very clear. They would not really keep using that opera-like wording. Even their language could be concise enough to only need to deduce the key cause and effect to ensure victory or delay failure. Of course, now it is an analysis, so they proposed layers of analysis, checking each process to classify the causal order of each possibility in a logical way.

This method left a deep impression on Soshjan.