Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Bloodthirsty Warriors is a biological genetic modification technology that is stronger than the Royal Guards.

Due to the use of the power of forbidden blood sacrifice, the cost of life for the modification is astonishingly high and has a strong uncontrollability.

This makes Harris very dissatisfied. He hates uncontrollable things, just like his current emotions.

The risk of modification is also very high. Once the empire knows about it, it will usher in a severe blow.

So a few years ago, he sealed the modification technology.

But now, facing the threat of the enemy, he can no longer care so much.

Besides, the empire can no longer influence Mattila.

He can conduct any human experiments and use any taboo technology without scruples.

Harris stared at the black-robed mechanic with cold eyes:

"Go, use your abilities to your heart's content, and hope that everything will be as you promised, otherwise you know the consequences!"

The black-robed mechanic showed a sick smile, and his scarlet eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement.

He has been preparing for this for many years, and now the great creation is finally going to appear in front of the world!

"Everything will be as you wish, my majesty..."

He saluted gracefully and retreated.

Harris was the only one left in the dark palace hall, and he was silent.

He liked this kind of darkness.

For him, who had electronic purposes, there was no difference between night and day.

The hall echoed with Harris's heavy breathing, and the air pump of the mechanical lung accelerated.

He suddenly thought of the previous court meeting, and a trace of doubt emerged in his heart.

That flatterer, the idiot of the Evila family, actually suggested that he send out the battle fleet.

What a sinister intention.

Could it be that he was colluding with those traitors?

"Damn fat man!"

Thinking of this, Harris's chest was filled with anger.

He clicked a button, and a royal guard came out of the secret compartment and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty"

"Go and execute the stupid fat man of the Evila family!"

The royal guard nodded and returned to the secret compartment.

The dark blades arranged by the royal guards are all over the nest city, and almost all the nobles' mansions have been placed under surveillance.

When the nobles rebel or His Majesty issues an order, their heads can be taken quickly.

If others dare to stop them, the entire family will be surrounded and suppressed by the royal guards.

This is also the basis for Harris's reign of terror to be maintained. No one is not afraid of death.

Those who are not afraid of death are almost all dead.

Of course, this way of ruling has fatal flaws.

Once he loses his deterrent power, the power built on it will fall apart.

The backlash and suppressed anger that follow will tear him to pieces.

Harris certainly knows this, but he can no longer turn back.

Only by constantly exerting pressure and using more killing and fear can his rule continue.

...

The mansion of the Evila family.

The fat noble was fidgeting in the meditation room, trembling all over and full of fear.

Whenever he thought of His Majesty's venomous eyes during the day, his heart and liver would break.

The eyes of the Emperor, his former childhood friend, were like the hand of a devil, tightly grasping his heart.

Suddenly, the fat noble saw something, and he closed his eyes as if he had made up his mind.

After a while.

The lady who entered the meditation room worriedly let out a shrill scream.

At the same time, in the hall of the royal court.

Blood was flowing, and several dead bodies were lying on the ground.

Those were the servants who came to clean the body and change clothes for the emperor at night.

Harris's panting became heavier, and the desire to kill filled his mind.

He wanted to kill, endless killing.

But he must not completely succumb to the taboo desire!

Harris used his remaining sanity to press the button.

Hiss——

The mechanical pump in the throne started, and a large amount of special sedatives were injected into his body through the pipeline.

Huh~

As the sedative took effect, Harris regained his sanity.

Since that prayer, the desire to kill has been following him like a shadow.

But he is a king, and he must not become a beast!

In order to suppress this impulse, he would inject a large amount of special sedatives every once in a while.

Those damn drugs caused great harm to his body, but he had to use them.

After calming down, Harris suddenly regretted that he should not have ordered the killing of the fat man.

After all, that was one of the few families willing to serve him wholeheartedly.

And the Evila family has been under surveillance, and there is no possibility of betrayal.

That damn desire to kill always inadvertently affects his judgment.

Even erodes part of his memory.

As a human monarch, Harris is unwilling to become a puppet of chaos anyway, and he believes that he can restrain his desire.

In his heart, this is just the use of forbidden power, not obedience.

When Harris called the royal guards again and wanted to withdraw the execution order, it was too late.

"Your Majesty, the man is dead."

The royal guard added:

"The execution order was not carried out. The target committed suicide by taking poison. He left a letter of repentance..."

"I know."

Harris grabbed the letter sent by the floating plate and waved to let the royal guard leave.

His face was gloomy.

In a daze, Harris remembered his childhood, when he and Fatty went to an agricultural planet accompanied by their elders.

They chased each other in the wheat fields and went to the river to see piranhas.

That was the first time the two of them saw the world outside the hive.

The fire started.

Harris burned the confession letter without reading it.

never mind.

It doesn't matter, he's dead.

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Erth Star, Tower Tower Mansion.

Ron had lunch with the Shahim brothers and sisters in the restaurant.

Today's staple food is Sgromon's grilled steak.

Two eight-year-old children enjoyed their meal very much.

Only here at Uncle Ron's can they eat such good food.

It was a new species discovered by the colony ship on the planet Kanda, a large, fire-breathing beast.

After discovering that it was edible, the colonial team specially sent a small transport ship to transport it back.

After research, the Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Research Institute named it the Sglo beast and claimed that it has high breeding and use value.

Ron even went to take a look.

The thing was about 11 meters long and nearly six meters high, like a fire-breathing Tyrannosaurus rex.

But it's really delicious.

It tastes like steak, tender and delicious.

After domestication, they will be raised on a large scale in the future to provide meat for soldiers and citizens.

I just don’t know if it can be genetically or mechanically modified and used as a biological weapon.

For example, "T-Rex Knight" is quite fierce when you think about it.

After lunch, Ron asked the Shahim brothers and sisters to be sent back to Zhongsi Academy.

He was lying on the chair to eat and refresh the data pad.

According to trial court documents, Dwyer was already undergoing bioengineering surgery.

After he came back from the bottom nest, he immediately applied for transformation surgery.

And he applied for the transformation of Thunder Warrior, which has a high mortality rate.

That technology was costly, and only a blessed body could withstand and resist the flaws.

Even so, Thunder Warrior's transformation surgery still has a mortality rate of close to 30%.

This is also the reason why Thunder Warriors failed to expand rapidly.

There were not many people who could receive the blessing.

And those who have endured the blessing are important talents on the planet Euse.

Even the death of one of them would make him feel distressed for a long time.

Ron originally wanted to reject Deville's application, but the other party persisted and he finally agreed.

I hope this loyal subordinate can survive the reconstructive surgery.

In the future, the Tribunal will be divided into the Demon Tribunal, the Heretic Tribunal, the Alien Tribunal, etc.

Many members will also undergo corresponding biological genetic modification surgeries to cope with more challenges.

After reading the documents of the Inquisition, Ron thought about the missionary ship again.

Due to the failure of warp channels, missionary ships can fly hard to Matila at sub-light speeds.

It has been almost three years now, they should be almost there, right?

The fanatics aboard the mission ship have important tasks.

In addition to spreading their faith, they also need to penetrate into the hive and unite the resistance forces of all classes in Matila.

As well as investigating the enemy's virtual reality and the layout of the defensive array.

When the day of attack arrives, they will launch an attack on the enemy's defense array.

At the same time, the psychic navigation beacon was lit, guiding the Dream to conduct subspace navigation and quickly arrive at Matila.

That's right, the ships of humanity's golden age were built to survive the manic conditions of subspace.

But you need a navigation beacon, otherwise you can easily get lost.

The current Dream can only hop within the galaxy through subspace.

I want to go to the Holy Face of the Empire, when the torch is out and there is no webway.

Unless Ron sends ships to sail for hundreds or thousands of years to send navigation beacons to the Holy Face of the Empire.

Suddenly, Ron sensed the information sent back by the fanatics through the hive network.

The missionary ship arrived in the airspace near the capital of the sector, Matila!