The Savior: Eldar Old Cousin, Life Can't Be Like This

Come on...

Beep, beep, beep—

The Dreamer's detection equipment kept blaring alarms, red light washing over Ron's almost perfect face.

It was not only the melee between the Eldar before him, the Chaos Warband, and the Tyranids.

Within this asteroid system, the detectors had picked up abnormal energy fluctuations in two other locations as well, both judged to be wars.

In other words, three wars were happening here at the same time, and none of them were small in scale.

The frequency and intensity of combat in this region had far exceeded the norm. As expected of the Vigilus war zone, the Galaxy's meat grinder.

The lives within it seemed to have been born for war.

"What fierce local customs. And with populations this large, every race seems to breed more the harder they fight..."

Ron sighed.

Natural selection.

To avoid their own extinction, every race and faction in the Vigilus war zone had been madly overdrawing their developmental potential, raising their war potential and cultivating more warriors.

Now, as the importance of Blackstone continued to rise, the Vigilus region could be said to be one of the most valuable regions within the Imperium's territory.

Of course, the Vigilus region was theoretically Imperial territory. In reality, humanity had already lost control of it.

They could only be counted as one of the larger powers in this region.

He found it hard to imagine just how many lives the Imperium would have to pay to completely occupy this treasure-filled star sector.

"No matter what, the suffering here should end."

Ron gazed at the melee within his field of vision and said softly.

He, The Savior, had come to this star sector not to bring more slaughter, but to create peace.

His ultimate goal was still to carry out development and construction