Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Looking at the mutated creature rushing towards him, Ron shouted in his heart:

"Don't come over here!"

At this moment, he was leaning against the wall of the tube, standing on the edge of the fog.

Even slightly larger movements may touch the mist, causing the demon host to wake up.

He had no way to stop the excited four-legged mutant creature.

It's okay for you to seek death, but don't involve me!

Seeing that what had happened, Ron tensed his body to gather strength and stared at the mutated creature.

When mutated creatures touch the strange fog——

ah! ! !

Accompanied by a shrill wail, the demon host ignited magic flames, broke free from the iron chains, and rushed towards the mutated creature.

At the same time, Ron ran forward as fast as he could, not even daring to look back.

Run, run at full speed!

Soon, the sounds of flesh being torn and howling screams were heard from behind.

Ron mourned the mutated creature.

Rest in peace, short-legged cutie.

Remember not to rush so fiercely when you see food in your next life.

Fortunately, the mutated creatures bought Ron time to escape.

With the blessing of psychic energy, Ron ran faster and faster, almost to the point of floating close to the ground.

He ran along the pipeline for nearly ten kilometers without even daring to stop.

After all, I came here with an investigation mission, so I couldn't let this clone go offline too quickly.

"With such a long distance, you shouldn't be able to catch up, right?"

Ron felt exhausted, his limbs were shaking, and his head was in sharp pain.

Along with the severe pain in his head, he had visual hallucinations and murmuring sounds surrounding his ears.

Oops, overused psychic powers.

You must stop using your psychic powers, otherwise your head will explode!

He tried hard to suppress the side effects of his psychic powers and walked a while longer.

We came to a wide abandoned manhole, surrounded by large and small intertwined pipes.

This is the transfer and intersection of pipelines.

Ron inspected the manhole. There were no corpses around, and no traces of dangerous creatures could be seen.

It seems that the danger here is not very high, so you can take a rest here temporarily.

He found a hidden corner of the pipe and got in.

Then start meditating on the breath to calm down the side effects of excessive use of psychic energy.

After he calmed down, he felt weak and sleepy all over, and could hardly even sit still.

You need to get some sleep and have a good rest.

Ron adjusted his position and leaned against the pipe.

He let the clone maintain a minimum of psychic sensitivity and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Get off the plane!

…

Spire Mansion, inside the Governor's Office.

Ron clicked off the Mechanical Forum page, turned off the computer device, and ended his work for the day.

He stretched hard:

"I'm a little sleepy, I need to take a good rest!"

It is quite mentally draining to operate several bodies at the same time, not to mention in a place as dirty and dangerous as pipelines.

At this time, Linda, the head maid, came and leaned over and said something in Ron's ear.

Ron raised his eyebrows:

"Let him come in..."

Soon, Linda invited Kaul in.

"My Lord Governor, I finally see you!"

Kaul looked like he was trying to please, and he tried to retract a dozen mechanical arms to prevent them from scratching the governor's office.

"sit down!"

Ron knew what this guy was here for.

Don't you just want to restore his spiritual network permissions in the mechanical forum?

It's just that these days, I have been dragging him.

Kaur shrunk down and sat on the sofa, looking like he was obeying his words.

But Ron knew that this guy had a dark heart.

If left unchecked, who knows what he might do.

"Your Majesty the Governor..."

Kaur's electronic sound is a bit pathetic.

Ron raised his hand to stop the other party from continuing to speak. He extended his middle finger:

"Before the nest recovery operation begins, you must create more than two hundred sentry mechas!"

The Sentinel mecha is a single-pilot, bipedal, all-terrain walking mecha, 4-5 meters tall, shaped like an ostrich.

It strikes a perfect balance between maneuverability and stability.

Able to traverse terrain that would constrain heavy battle tanks and armored vehicles, while withstanding enough firepower to take down an entire platoon of infantry.

The firepower of the Sentinel mecha is even more ferocious.

By adding different weapons and accessories, different combat purposes can be achieved.

Common weapons include cluster lasers, heavy flamethrowers, automatic cannons, hunter-killer missiles, plasma cannons, etc.

It can even be equipped with a large chain saw for close combat.

Of course, given the current situation in Wangting District, it’s all just pretending.

In short, the Sentinel Mecha is an excellent weapon for urban combat.

After hearing Ron's conditions, Call swallowed:

"But……"

"That's the only condition.

I know you can do it, so I won't have to say anything more.

After agreeing, the restrictions on your spiritual network will be lifted within one minute..."

Call was afraid that Ron would refuse:

"I promised, the two hundred Sentinel mechas will arrive on time!"

"I'll give you a little suggestion. Don't falsely report your accounts when building the Sentinel Mecha. The Tribunal will monitor you."

"Of course not"

Ron waved his guests off:

"That's good.

The restrictions on the spiritual network have been lifted, you can get out."

"no problem!"

After Kaur finished speaking, he stood there, unable to speak.

Ron glanced at him: "Is there anything else?"

Kaur pointed to the balcony:

"Can I get out of here?

It’s faster…”

He couldn't wait to go back and log into the spirit network.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Ron finished speaking.

Kaur ran to the balcony a thousand meters high and jumped:

"Goodbye, Lord Governor!"

The dark anti-gravity floating disk flew to catch him, and then accelerated towards the machine workshop.

“Cough cough cough!

Does this damn thing smoke so much? "

The thick black smoke sprayed from the exhaust port of the floating disk made Ron cough.

Miscalculation!

But he wasn't angry either.

After all, Kaul is a true genius, enough for him to be more tolerant.

In fact, Ron could order Call to do things unconditionally, and there was almost no possibility of him disobeying him.

The same goes for everyone else.

But in this way, the relationship between the subordinates and themselves will undoubtedly become indifferent.

This was the last thing Ron wanted to see.

There is a lesson from the God-Emperor.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, let alone lose his humanity.

After solving Kaul's case.

Ron went to the luxurious bathroom to take a nice bath and use the sauna.

This is the latest addition to Spire Mansion.

Hot springs, swimming pools, baths and saunas are all available.

In the future, he decided to invite his loyal subordinates to come together from time to time and communicate more.

Afterwards, Ron lay down on the big soft chair, enjoying the familiar feeling.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

These days, he has consumed too much mental energy.

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly Ron's psychic sense sensed danger.

It's the pipeline area.

It came from the psychic clone!

His consciousness immediately focused on the psychic clone.

——

Pipeline area, manhole.

Ron's psychic clone suddenly woke up.

He found a pair of dark green eyes staring at him.

squeak!

It was a mutated rat, and when Ron woke up, he bit him fiercely.

Unfortunately, Ron moved faster and grabbed him and squeezed him to death.

When he dropped the mutated rat's body, he turned around and saw densely packed dark green eyes, almost covering the entire manhole.

At this moment, he finally understood the reason why there were no corpses here.

I'm afraid all those corpses were eaten clean by the mutated rats, not even the dregs were left.

It is estimated that all the scouts who came here have become the food of the mutated rats!

squeak--

Following the howling of the Rat King, the mutated rats rushed over.

Ron stood up, grasped the staff tightly, and faced the overwhelming tide of rats alone.

Rat tide?

Then clear the tide!

I saw Ron holding his staff high, and countless golden psychic lightning surrounded his body and quickly spread to a distance of three meters around him.

The overflowing current slapped the ground, leaving little spots of scorched black.

He raised his hand, and psychic current surged out, turning countless mutated rats into charred corpses.

Then, Ron suddenly jumped into the rat tide, and the electricity surged:

The killing begins!

…

Clang——

A figure fell from the pipe mouth above and fell hard to the ground in the dark alley.

Ron smiled:

"Phew... finally here!"

The linen robe on his body was in tatters, and his staff was missing. He looked like a refugee from the nest.

After several days of running around and dealing with countless mutated creatures, he finally arrived at his lower nest!

Ron climbed out of the alley.

He looked at the orderly people coming and going in the street and felt surprised:

"This nest...is quite harmonious?"