The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When they arrived at the Ancestral Forest of the Lynae Kingdom, Veronica was also shocked by the scene before her.

This forest should have been a peaceful place, adorned with lush green grass, overhanging white maple trees, and the shade of entwined vines.

But now it had become a corner of hell, the trampled grass churned into mud. Although the corpses had long been cleared away, the scars of the past remained, black blood and amber tree sap mingling in the wrinkled earth.

Veronica felt the pain of this world, while Szohr'yan silently stayed by her side, his left palm facing upwards, allowing Veronica to rest her hand on it.

"The wounds of this world are still trembling. The world spirit was attacked by the supreme powers of Chaos while protecting the souls. It cannot independently heal the scars of this world. It needs me to guide the Song of Healing for it to heal in time."

After Veronica finished speaking, she took the Heart of Avalon from a handmaiden and, accompanied by Szohr'yan, walked forward slowly, softly humming a ballad.

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A few seconds later, Szohr'yan vaguely felt other faint voices joining in one after another, responding to Veronica's lighthearted call, but it wasn't the voice of an Aeldari, as if it came from the forest itself.

At this time, the other people of the Lynae Kingdom also gradually returned to the island by other means of transportation, but everyone was very quiet, because every Aeldari heard this song of the soul, which ran through their minds, flowed through their bodies, and connected them to the earth itself.

Many animals came leaping or fluttering from the surrounding wilderness, and some green fireflies gathered around her, their bodies flickering with a warm light.

Veronica continued to walk deeper into the forest, using her song to pay tribute to those who guarded their home, and to those who had fallen.

When she arrived near the edge of the stone circle of the White Deer Pond, Veronica stopped, those pale green fireflies, whatever they were, still surrounding her.

In the center of the White Deer Pond, the White Deer King, lying in amber, opened his eyes and then stood up. When the amber opened, it once again stepped on the water, but its pace was more hurried than when it met Szohr'yan before.

When it came to Veronica, it actually transformed into a hornless doe much smaller than its original size and emitted a joyful yet sorrowful moo. Veronica opened her arms and gently embraced its drooping head, her cheek pressed against it, appearing very intimate and kind, her face filled with a gentle maternal love, as if comforting a frightened child.

"I'm here, Lakshmi. There's no need to be afraid anymore. I will heal you and protect you."

In Veronica's soft comfort, the White Deer's spirit cry turned into a whimper, and at the same time, its body began to emit a strong light, merging with the faint halo on Veronica's body. Only Szohr'yan, who was close by, could see something rising in the center of the halo.

At the same time, the White Deer Pond also began to boil, and the stone slabs rose one after another.

Soon many things rose from the boiling White Deer Pond, these things seeming tangible and intangible, constantly changing.

They looked like tall, winding stems covered with golden glowing cocoons, but there were also strangely shimmering fungal balls, or perhaps a cloud of seeds with transparent wings, and other shapes, thousands of them, each more disturbing and unrecognizable than the last.

After they rose into the air, they scattered in all directions, so fast that he couldn't keep up, and the light containing them took on the shape of tree roots—

Then, with a roar like the sea, the entire ground of the Ancestral Forest began to glow and surge upwards.

Faced with this sudden situation, the Aeldari did not panic, but joined in this chorus of life. Szohr'yan also saw for the first time the earth-shattering power of the Aeldari world spirit.

Soon, the light flowed upwards through the soil, purifying all the filth it passed through. The roots of those burned trees shook and stirred, raising a lot of silt, and then groaned with a creaking sound. The oldest roots began to sway and sprout at an incredible speed, growing.

The large area of forest that had been burned seemed to have life and began to stir and burst forth.

Szohr'yan originally thought that Veronica's life and natural power from Isha should be gentle, but at this moment he finally saw the violent side of this power. The forest rapidly reclaimed the lost space at an unprecedented rate, and huge trees frantically stretched their branches in all directions like wildly growing Chaos eggs, even inserting them into each other's trunks. Vines snaked upwards from below like giant pythons, and various shrubs on the ground competed for limited space, instantly darkening the originally bright ground.

At the same time, vibrant green grass and ground vegetation grew at an incredible rate, as if someone was painting on the earth with a brush. The originally muddy ground instantly became fragrant with grass and flowers.

As the ground trembled, a huge groan seemed to come from the distant sea.

When all the light dimmed, the Ancestral Forest returned to its original appearance, even more lush and huge. When Veronica let go, the White Deer spirit gently rubbed her belly with its nose, and the Eternal Queen gently stroked its head and smiled:

"Thank you for your blessing, Lakshmi. I will protect myself and the child, and I will visit you regularly in the future."

The White Deer nodded, transformed back into its huge form, and let out a high-pitched cry. The Aeldari of the Lynae Kingdom raised their hands and cheered for Veronica and the revival of their home. After that, it turned around and jumped back into the amber.

After the matter of the White Deer Pond was over, Veronica came to the White Deer Palace, where representatives of all the clans in the Lynae Kingdom, except for the royal family, were gathered.

Because Szohr'yan had made a suggestion, they had to make a decision.

Although this aid was based on the Eternal Court's national policy and Veronica's ideas, and did not seek any return, just like most maiden worlds aided by the craftworlds were free of charge, the Eternal Court was not just the nation of the couple. The views of the two councils of the Eternal Court were equally important. Military aid often meant the cost of death and injury. Even when the craftworlds were weakening, they might not lend a helping hand to the maiden worlds in need, let alone risk their lives for them. When it came to life and death, they would choose to abandon their compatriots.

For the people of the Eternal Court, what they hoped for was to first protect their own interests and safety, and then consider the situation of other compatriots. If the Court repeatedly provided free aid to a world, even if Szohr'yan and Veronica were willing, the people below might not be willing.