Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Chapter 218 Ron: Fortunately I’m just a little transparent~

"Lord Savior, how does it taste?"

Datong is looking forward to it, hoping that his craftsmanship will be recognized.

“Yes, very delicious!”

Ron took a bite of the copper ox tendon, nodded and gave it a thumbs up to express his appreciation.

He ate demon meat before, just to have a taste.

But now, for some reason, he felt less averse to eating demon meat.

Why does it still feel a little delicious?

"It's better to be more restrained. If you eat too much and have side effects, you'll be in trouble..."

Despite this, Ron still ordered the logistics department to seal and preserve part of the demon meat.

This is a special delicacy of Ersi

In some important diplomatic occasions in the future, the entire Demon Banquet will not shock the entire audience?

The only trouble is that making devil-related food requires special talents like Datong.

But it's not a big problem.

The gene seeds on the big barrel are about to mature.

In a few years, more special space warriors with devouring talents and full-level cooking skills can be cultivated.

He even doubted whether the talent of devouring the barrel came from his own genes.

Maybe it's not necessarily that one is better than one.

Ron swallowed the copper ox tendons in his mouth and threw away the big iron rod with the tendons in his mouth.

Then he rubbed his hands and stood up.

He had been sitting on the wreckage of a heavy tank several meters high. When he stood up, he had an unobstructed view of the Throne Square.

In sight, the troops in the Throne Square were gradually withdrawing, and the battlefield was almost cleaned.

Ron reviewed the war in his mind.

The early stages of the war went smoothly. Through the information obtained by the missionary saints, the Ministry of Military Affairs figured out the general strength of the tyrant Harris before the war started.

Some special situations and variables are also preset.

Even the demonization of Harris did not exceed the predictions of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The Eth Star is fully capable of taking down Matila.

However, the ritual formations hidden deep underground exceeded everyone's expectations and brought the war to an unpredictable stage.

It can be said that the real dangerous moment came when the great demon of Khorne, Kabanha, and the demon army led by him came later.

The planet Erth has too few high-end combat capabilities, and hundreds of space warriors are unable to deal with the entire demon army.

They couldn't even reach the core area of ​​the demon army.

Ron still has lingering fears, if it weren't for Kabanha underestimating the enemy and taking the initiative to leave the core area of ​​the demon army.

He couldn't use the Holy Ashes Bomb at all.

If a new Khorne demon came again, he could not guarantee that he would be able to expel him even if he still had the holy ashes bomb.

In short, we need to continue to make a few more sacred ashes bombs, which are powerful weapons.

But relying solely on large-scale weapons is still not safe enough.

Once the enemy is on guard and dodges in time, the ashes bullet will have little lethality.

Ron decided that he would not be put into such a risky situation again.

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

The devil has been expelled and should not come back in a short time. He must seize this opportunity and steadily improve his overall strength.

Ron was a little lucky that he expelled Kabanha as soon as possible.

Even if the great demon of Khorne didn't die, he didn't learn much about himself.

Afterwards, he sensed the gaze of the All-Changing Demon Lord Tzeentch in advance, and promptly sought help from the God Emperor.

Before Tzeentch could find him, the God-Emperor beat him severely.

In this way, his identity information should not be revealed.

That's a very good result.

After all, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

Ron didn't want to become famous in the galaxy like those primarch brothers, and then become the most wanted target of the evil gods of the subspace.

Once they appear, they will be subjected to various overt and covert attacks, and even vicious and bloody assassinations.

Even if you are as strong as the original body, facing so many attacks and plots, you will fall over one day.

If you don't believe it, look at the fate of brother Guilliman. He is still lying in the sanctuary after ten thousand years.

I have to say that sometimes, Guilliman is indeed a bit brave. He is addicted to food and dares to rush forward in any situation...

Fortunately, when he wakes up, he will be the son of the version. If God blocks God, he will kill God, and if Buddha blocks Buddha, he will kill Buddha.

Belongs to the super thick legs besides the God Emperor.

Guilliman could withstand such a plot, but he couldn't stop it.

Ron thought, and suddenly there was a picture in his mind:

He travels across the galaxy wearing golden power armor.

Just as he stepped off the Dream, the Chaos boss suddenly rushed out and stabbed him in the waist with a cursed poison sword.

Then...the banquet begins on Erth Star!

Thinking of such a scene, Ron shuddered, and even his waist ached a little.

Sure enough, one can’t be too pushy…

Ron thought happily, fortunately he was still a little transparent in the galaxy, so there was no big problem.

In the future, he has one purpose:

Stay here and farm well!

When there are enough resources, we will build the Erth Star Nest into the ultimate fortress in the galaxy.

At the same time, crazy troops are blasted, cultivating more powerful space warriors, and letting the legions under his command charge into battle.

He can just sit back and take command in his lair.

Ron secretly made a wish, hoping that he would never need to take action again in the future.

The roar of a large troop transport interrupted his thoughts.

Ron raised his head and looked into the distance. The last group of Storm Army troops had assembled and evacuated.

Throne Square was empty again.

This meant that the war was completely over and he had gained control of Matila.

For Ron, this was a landmark victory.

More than ten years after coming to this world, he finally left the planet and extended his rule to the star region.

However, victory in the war was only the beginning.

How to govern Matila in the future, how to recover the remaining planets, and make the Goli sector prosperous are the challenges he needs to face next.

Dusk arrives.

Surrounded by the Thunder Guards, Ron returned to the temporary headquarters on the assault ship.

He took off his broken power armor and took a good bath under the service of the maids.

Wash the blood off your body.

Afterwards, he changed into casual clothes and came to the office.

Taco, an official from the Ministry of Military Affairs, has been waiting for a long time. He needs to report some data to Ron.

There is no way, in the absence of a psychic network, all levels of reporting and calculation can only be done manually.

Taco summarized the battle reports sent from various places and reported to Ron the approximate battle losses in the Battle of Matila:

The Storm Army's battle losses were one-third, and there are currently about 10 million soldiers left.

The battle damage of the Battle Sisters was two-fifths, and there are currently 1,300 people left.

The battle losses of the Space Marines are about one-fifth. Currently, there are 245 Void Angels and 474 War Angels left.

The battle loss of the Thunder Guards has been reduced to one-tenth, and there are currently 91 people left.

Afterwards, Taco reported the battle damage including ships, fighter planes, heavy tanks, sentinel mechas and other equipment.

Ron looked at the battle damage report and was silent for a while.

He really didn't want to start a war, but he had to.

If you don't take the initiative to fight, more people will die when the enemy comes.

After Taco finished his report, he went out.

He also needs to compile a list of those killed in action and hand it over to the Ministry of the Interior for follow-up related pension procedures.

Night falls.

The full moon occupies almost half of the sky.

Ron walked out of the temporary headquarters and looked out from the high platform.

The Throne Square in the distance is brightly lit, and those are the lights of the construction team.

Workers are working day and night to restore the site and arrange some important facilities.

In order to welcome the grand ceremony ten days later...