Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Buzz~

The force field around the virtual image device became brighter and brighter, vibrating violently under the bombardment of artillery fire.

The small force field responsible for protecting the equipment simply cannot withstand the attacks of several heavy cannons.

After a round of bombardment, electric sparks erupted from the machine at the bottom, and the light of the force field completely dimmed.

"One more attack and we can destroy it!"

The senior officials' eyeballs were bloodshot and they stared at the virtual image.

In the video, the image of His Majesty Halis dying on the throne stimulated his nerves.

He didn't dare think about that possibility.

"No, His Majesty Harris can't die. Those are just the plots of traitors. That's definitely the case..."

The senior officials comforted themselves.

In the central square.

The rebels and the repressive forces all saw the image of the tyrant dying on the throne.

Even though they cursed the tyrant to death countless times in their hearts and looked forward to seeing him die, it all still happened too suddenly.

So much so that people simply couldn’t believe it.

The entire battlefield came to a standstill, and people stopped attacking each other and just stared at the image blankly.

For a moment, the only thing left on the battlefield was the roar of artillery fire hitting the force field.

When the smoke cleared, the super-heavy tank was preparing its next attack to completely destroy the imaging device.

However, the picture suddenly changed.

Ron's figure appeared. He was wearing golden armor, with a golden flame laurel on his head and angelic phantom wings stretched out.

The corpse of the tyrant Haris on the throne became the background.

In the virtual image, Ron looked straight at everyone with deep eyes, majestic and sacred.

Suddenly someone exclaimed:

"It's the savior, that's the savior!"

The crowd suddenly became commotion and soon became quiet again.

They awaited the savior's next move.

In people's expectant eyes, the savior took the next step. He announced the following fact to people:

Tyrant Haris is dead!

Afterwards, the savior made a promise to liberate the planet.

He issued an ultimatum to the tyrant's troops, ordering them to immediately lay down their arms and seek mercy.

At the end of the video, the savior looks at people:

"Rejoice, people of Matila, your suffering is over!"

As soon as the words fell, the rebels cheered like thunder.

They shed tears, praising the Great Savior and releasing years of pent-up emotions.

At the same time, more cheers came from the distance.

This video was broadcast all over the planet, almost reaching all areas with broadcast equipment.

The whole planet was in a state of ecstasy.

The riot control troops in the central square looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

But more and more people are putting their guns down.

In the mobile villa-like armored vehicle, senior officials looked at the virtual image that was still playing in a loop and roared to the commander:

"Why don't you attack? Tell the gunner to destroy the damn equipment!"

The commander's voice trembled: "The gunners refused the order."

"Then ask the war team to kill them!"

"The supervising team also refused to obey the order. You said that His Majesty Harris would not really..."

The commander did not continue.

Along with the fanatical cheers outside, a deathly silence fell inside the armored vehicle.

These high-ranking officials who are loyal to Halis know that their power and wealth are given by His Majesty Halis.

All this establishes a cruel rule and is based on people's fear of His Majesty Halis.

Nowadays, people are no longer afraid. Whether His Majesty Harris is really dead or not, it will not have much impact on the outcome.

Because the rule based on fear has collapsed.

Senior officials observed through surveillance equipment that riot control troops on the front line had begun to put down their guns and surrender.

The same is true for the company's supervising team.

They even turned their guns around and killed officers who refused to surrender.

Seeing this, the senior official sat on the sofa decorated with gems, his face ashen.

The fat on his body was trembling. He closed his eyes and murmured:

"It's over, everything is over..."

He knew that soldiers under brutal rule could surrender.

And as a high-ranking figure, he must die.

The battered soldiers would probably turn their guns and execute their oppressors.

Suddenly, the senior official had a premonition of something and turned to look behind him.

He saw the hateful looks.

Those glances came from several service soldiers, whose hands had already touched their guns.

"What do you do?

You are betraying His Majesty Harris! "

The senior officer was so frightened that he reached for his gun.

But because of panic, the small and exquisite pistol fell to the ground.

He looked up suddenly and found that the orderly soldiers had gathered their courage and pointed their guns at him.

It’s over!

The senior official felt a heat in his crotch, almost lost all his strength, and collapsed on the sofa.

Whoosh whoosh——

Several laser rays swept across.

The scarlet rays penetrate the human body and the equipment behind it.

When the laser fire stopped, the charred corpses fell.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The senior official let out a shrill scream, only to find that he was safe and sound.

He touched his body and made sure it was okay. Then he looked up and found that the fallen soldiers were the service soldiers.

Next to him is the commander holding a laser rifle. He was the one who killed the service soldiers just now.

"You have done a good job. These traitors should be executed. Even their families must die!"

Senior officials, shaken from the fear of death, poured out their anger.

"We can't do it anymore..."

The commander turned around. There were tears in his eyes and his voice was full of despair:

"His Majesty Haris was defeated. We have lost everything. Goodbye, sir!"

"you……"

Before the senior officer could react, the commander suddenly put the muzzle of the gun to his chin and pulled the trigger.

Several laser rays completely smashed his head.

The headless corpse fell on the senior official, causing him to scream even more horribly.

After the senior official recovered, he tremblingly picked up the laser rifle and tried to commit suicide.

But in the end he didn't have the courage to pull the trigger and collapsed on the sofa.

Soon, the armored vehicle was breached.

The rebels rushed in and dragged this high-ranking official who had caused countless killings to the center of the square like a dead dog.

Like other officials, he was forced to kneel in the center of the square.

The officials lowered their heads, not daring to look people in the eye, crying and begging for forgiveness.

But the crimes they committed cannot be forgiven.

In the end, under the eyes of people's hatred, the officers of the riot force died under the cruel torture tools they invented.

The whole process lasted for several hours.

…

Inside the temporary command office.

Ron was sitting at his desk, dealing with various temporary business documents.

As the images were released, more and more battle reports came.

Almost most of the tyrant's troops chose to surrender. They disarmed and begged the Savior for forgiveness.

All major nodes on the planet are under his control.

Suddenly, Ron felt that the surging power of faith was gathering on him from all over the planet.

Millions, tens of millions, 100 million!

By the time the tide of faith ended, he had gained nearly 300 million power of hope.

With the blessing of the power of faith, he felt that Little Sun's strength had reached a new level.

It can split into more psychic cores.

This means that Ron can cover the territory of the small sun to more other planets.

"This wave will take off directly!"

He gained more power of hope from this battle than he had gained in the past ten years.

Matila has a population of nearly 100 billion, and he can gain more hope in the future.

But soon, Ron's excitement diminished a lot.

After the territory expanded, there were more places where he needed to consume the power of faith.

For example, the consumption of maintaining the field, the energy pipeline of the psychic network, the consumption of various researches, etc.

And there was a huge gap in his hope.

If you want to better control the star sector and expand your territory to farther places, you must acquire the ability to sail at high speeds.

Otherwise, just one flight would take several years, severely limiting the speed of development.

Currently, the only high-speed navigation technology Ron has a chance to master is the Webway.

He would need nearly a billion of the power of hope to pull the ancient Blackstone Gate of the Webway out of subspace.

According to the current growth rate of the power of faith, he will be able to get out the black stone gate in a short time.

While Ron was thinking, he received Deville's report.

The Inquisition has found a heretic stronghold, where terrible rituals seem to be taking place!