Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Ron's consciousness passed by and he roughly understood the condition of the dilapidated pilgrim ship.

Fortunately, there are still many people alive on the ship.

He then mobilized the Star Torch and sent a psychic beacon to the pilgrim ship.

As long as the ship retains the ability to sail, it should be possible to follow the psychic beacon to the Holy Land of Erth.

After doing all this, he regained consciousness and stopped controlling the Star Torch.

Zila~

Ron stood up from the psychic seat, feeling relieved.

The feeling of using the Star Torch is not that comfortable, but it is much easier than controlling the Blackstone Throne.

Even high-level psychics can bear this pressure.

This is just the first try.

If the effect is good, this star torch will guide more pilgrim ships to worship at the Holy Land of Erth in the future.

Devout pilgrims spread the word about the Holy Land of Erth and the Savior.

Let this become a true holy place in the galaxy.

Lilith walked over gracefully on high heels, with a light and charming figure: "Savior, I think you need to take a good rest."

She gently held Ron's hand, and there was a hint of fanaticism in her pious and pure eyes.

Ron felt the other person's soft body and swallowed: "Wait a minute, you are not allowed to use your psychic powers to do those tricks..."

The dignified savior cannot be played too excitingly.

Besides, he was also worried that Slaanesh would come looking for him.

Although he said this, he still followed Lilith into a small room.

After a while, a strange light shone in the room...

Slaanesh mistook me!

——

The vastness of space.

The dilapidated pilgrim boat, nearly a kilometer long, floats quietly.

Time has left traces of vicissitudes and rust on the hull, but it has not been able to cover up those ancient and solemn reliefs.

The reliefs depict legends of great emperors and saints, and are symbols of the ship's pious faith.

The pilgrim ship is called the Pious.

Hundreds of years ago, a certain impoverished planet spent almost all its resources to build the Pious.

The pilgrimage began.

They sought redemption from the benevolent Emperor.

The Pious set sail loaded with pilgrims, carrying the expectations of the entire civilized world.

Follow the pilgrimage path given by the state religion, passing through one holy place after another, heading to Holy Terra.

However, just when they arrived in the Sun Star Territory and were about to see the dawn of victory.

The nightmare has come.

The Star Torch was extinguished, and a warp storm swept over the Pious One as it sailed.

The Pilgrims were lucky that the ship's hull did not break apart in the violent storm.

Unfortunately, the storm hurled the ship into unknown territory, and the Emperor's presence disappeared.

They could no longer find the light from the star torch.

The Pious was completely lost.

Afterwards, this group of devout pilgrims were enveloped in misery and nightmares.

They wailed in pain and begged the Emperor for salvation, but they received no response for a long time.

More and more people are dying.

Hope is gradually disappearing...

Pious, bridge.

Dong dong dong——

A rapid and heavy knocking sound echoed in the bridge.

Accompanied by a bloodcurdling roar, the steel door trembled under the violent impact of an unknown entity.

At the same time, there was a sharp sound, like nails scratching on the steel surface, which made people get goosebumps all over.

These terrifying sounds hit the nerve limits of everyone on the bridge.

"O merciful Emperor who controls the galactic storms and whirlpools!

We poor believers are adrift in danger, and we cry to you for help!

Save us, save us from the hands of those terrible zombies! "

The captain, with gray hair and wrinkled face, howled piously, trying to get help.

Behind him were hundreds of pilgrims wrapped in gray rags.

Hungry and frightened, the pilgrims crouched on their knees and begged the great Emperor for help.

The captain shouted hoarsely, and there was a trace of despair in his deep eyes.

Hundreds of years ago, his ancestors were entrusted by the queen to build the Devotee, carrying all the hopes of the planet's believers.

This great journey began.

However, does their pilgrimage end here?

But the Devout has not yet arrived at Holy Terra.

They were not pious enough, failed to gain the Emperor's favor, and failed to live up to the expectations of the Queen and the believers!

Now, the terrifying living corpses of heretics have surrounded the ship, and more and more pilgrim believers are dying.

What's even more troublesome is that the food was exhausted a few days ago.

Even if those bloodthirsty zombies failed to rush in.

They will starve to death too!

The captain stopped praying, glanced at the communication equipment, and his eyes became darker.

There had been no message from the navigator for several days.

If the pilot dies under the attack of living zombies, the Pious One's only hope will be cut off.

Boom——

The hull jerked and the engines resumed.

Following the buzzing, the captain stumbled to the dashboard and almost fell down on it.

The next moment, he showed ecstasy: "Praise the Emperor, the Geller engine has started!"

Could it be that the navigator found the route?

Before the captain could react, he heard the roar outside. According to the instrument, a subspace vortex channel was forming.

This means that they are about to enter subspace.

"The subspace jump has begun, hurry up, hurry up and protect your heads!"

The captain immediately reminded everyone to prevent any unlucky guy from smashing his head in the strong turbulence.

"The all-knowing and all-powerful Emperor has come to save us!"

shouted the captain.

Whoosh——

As the ship entered the subspace, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the light of gray-pink subspace energy seeped in slightly.

In an instant, everyone felt uncomfortable, their ears were filled with murmurs, and countless horrific scenes flashed behind their heads.

This is one of the side effects of warp navigation.

As the Pious moved deeper into the warp, the bridge shook more and more violently.

At the same time, the zombies outside became more and more manic, frantically bombarding the steel door.

The captain and the pilgrims knelt on the ground, eyes closed, silently praying to the Emperor.

I hope the Devotee can successfully exit the subspace.

I do not know how long it has been.

The Pious stopped suddenly, and the steel armor outside the bridge window slowly opened.

The pilgrims who were praying with their eyes closed and shivering suddenly felt a warmth.

They opened their eyes carefully.

Then, I saw...the sun!

"Your Majesty, what do I see?" There was a buzz, and the pilgrims couldn't help but admire.

Their faces showed uncontrollable piety and joy.

In his sight, the brilliance of the sun shines, and a blue planet glows slightly with golden light under the sunlight.

How beautiful!

These pilgrims have been to many sacred planets along the way, but have never seen such a beautiful and sacred planet.

There are no polluting clouds blocking the sky, the green earth and the blue ocean.

It only takes one glance to sense the extraordinary aura of this planet.

It is like a brilliant gem embedded in the universe, emitting incredible light.

"Praise the Emperor, is that Holy Terra?"

hissed the old pilgrim.

He was trembling all over and looked at the planet in front of him feverishly, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deeply in his mind.

However, the next second, the pilgrim fainted due to excitement.

Before the pilgrims could react.

Boom——

The terrifying roar pulled everyone back from joy to the reality of despair. The terrifying living corpse was still outside.

They couldn't get out at all.

Moreover, that door can no longer hold up!

Zizzizi~

Just when the pilgrims were desperate, a communication signal suddenly came in.

A low and powerful voice sounded, with an unshakable firm belief:

"Pilgrims, we have found traces of pollution and are approaching quickly. Please calm down, find the nearest safe area, and stay hidden..."

After a pause, the voice silently recited another motto:

"Wherever evil takes refuge, I will strike with your power; Emperor and Savior, protect me from suspicion!"

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, the ship shook slightly as if it had been attacked.

A melodious hymn sounded throughout the entire ship.

It is a hymn about the golden sun and the savior...

Accompanied by sacred hymns, there are also the roar of gunshots and the wails of living corpses.

Everything that happened suddenly made the pilgrims freeze in place.

There was a glimmer of hope in the captain's deep eyes.

He murmured: "Could they be the legendary extraordinary beings - the Emperor's Angels?

Then who is the savior, the living saint named by the emperor? "

…

The cabin of the Pious.

In the dim corridor, the faint light of the teleportation beacon flickered slowly.

Bang bang bang——

The bolter's fire illuminated the fiery armor.

The zombies of Nurgle exploded and fell one after another.

Several war angels stepped on the remains of Nurgle's living corpse and advanced silently.

War Angel received an order and a foreign pilgrim ship entered the quarantined airspace, and there were traces of pollution.

Only after they have cleaned and purified it can the ship enter the docking area.

The war angels acted separately, kicking open the cabin doors one by one and killing the living corpses inside.

Then continue to the next location.

They were so cold, precise, and without hesitation, as if they had practiced it countless times.

To the war angels, these living corpses were still weak.

inside the cabin.

A boy with pale skin and scars all over his body was wrapped in rags and huddled in the corner of the room.

His name is Jose.

A pilgrim, a son of the void born among the stars.

Because of his unusual body shape, he was discriminated against.

Whenever a pilgrim ship arrives at a planet to worship or obtain supplies, he needs to wrap himself up.

to cover one's figure and face.

It is dangerous for a child of the void to reveal himself.

Although the children of the void are excellent sailors and crew members, many people born on the ground have no understanding of the starry sky.

It is easy to regard the Children of the Void as heretics and aliens and attack them.

When Jose was eight years old.

The first time he set foot on the planet, he saw with his own eyes his uncle's family being tied to the stake and burned alive by ignorant fanatics.

When the priest arrived, it was already too late.

From then on, Jose became increasingly afraid of exposing himself.

However, the pilgrim ship lacks the ability to self-supply, although local nobles and believers will kindly donate some supplies.

But those supplies were insufficient to meet their long-term navigation needs.

So, every time the pilgrims arrived at a planet, in addition to worship, they also needed to work for a period of time.

Those were not good jobs.

Most of them were physical work, or to dredge some polluted and dangerous sewers.

Fortunately, after completing those jobs, they could get extra corpse starch sticks.

Avoid starving to death during the voyage.

But for Jose, every job was full of danger.

He needed to be extremely careful to avoid exposing himself so that people would not see him.

In exchange for people's insults, beatings, and even more terrible attacks.

But all this is about to end.

Jose felt vaguely relieved because he was going to die.

Several zombies outside the door hit the shaky door panel, and they were eager to devour flesh and blood.

He carefully took out a small piece of moldy sawdust bread and bit it in small bites.

Enjoying this delicacy.

This half piece of sawdust bread was given to him by a kind priest, and he was reluctant to finish it.

When he was greedy, he took it out and took a bite.

"Thanks to the merciful emperor, I can eat such delicious food..."

Jose swallowed the food and prayed devoutly.

Since he was going to die anyway, he was going to enjoy this piece of sawdust bread before he died.

However, when Jose was halfway through eating, the door was suddenly opened by zombies.

The sudden loud noise made his hand tremble, and the sawdust bread rolled to the side of the door.

Roar--

Just when he was about to pick it up, the zombie stepped on the sawdust bread and rushed towards him.

"Is it finally going to die?"

Facing the arrival of death, Jose did not have too much fear, but it was a pity that he did not finish the food.

Buzz--

With a puff, the zombie's head was chopped into pieces, and the roaring chain saw sword stopped in front of Jose's nose.

The sharpness of the rush made his pale face slightly painful.

Then the chain saw sword was pulled back.

Jose raised his head and saw an indescribable fiery red figure.

The warrior was so tall and strong, and his heavy armor was decorated with sacred emblems and runes, full of power and faith.

"Thank you... Angel!"

Jose was shocked, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat.

Obviously, he recognized the warrior in front of him.

That was the angel sent by the Emperor!

Suddenly, Jose thought of something, leaned over to find the small piece of shriveled, blood-stained wood chip bread, and wiped it hard.

"It should still be edible?"

He murmured.

The war angel watched Jose's actions in silence.

He suddenly reached out to take away the contaminated food, took out a bar from the storage bag behind him, and threw it into the other's arms.

Then he turned and left.

Jose picked up the bar in his arms in a daze. It was beautifully packaged and there was a half-length portrait of a person wearing golden armor.

"Savior... Lord, compressed dry food?"

He read the words on it and realized that he had food in his hand.

That was the compressed dry food produced by the Military Affairs Department and distributed to various armed forces as emergency food.

It was a mixed grain product with the flavor of Arkanberry, rich in egg milk, sugar, and several vitamins.

Compared with those refined grain products, it sacrificed a little taste.

Jose smelled the irresistible fragrance, he swallowed his saliva, stuffed it into his arms, and protected it tightly.

At the same time, he faintly heard the sound of gunfire outside, which gradually faded away.

Two hours later, the war angels cleaned up the zombies and boarded the ship to leave.

At the same time, the cleaning team's ship came to contact the Pious and docked, and they would clean the entire ship for half a day.

...

Ers Holy Land.

Reception Hall for Pilgrims outside the District.

Aleman of the Reception Office stood straight, her smile was like the sunshine in spring, but there was nothing in front of her.

She was a little discouraged.

Aleman graduated from the Administrative College of Zhongsi College and entered the Ministry of the Interior of the Holy Land with relatively good grades.

Finally, she was assigned to the newly established Culture and Tourism Department under the Ministry of the Interior to work at the reception desk.

Although it is not an important department.

But compared to other graduates who were assigned to other planets, this is a very good organization.

It is enviable.

The Culture and Tourism Department is responsible for cultural and tourism-related affairs within the star region, and needs to develop and maintain various holy places and famous attractions.

To maintain and spread the glory of the Golden Sun and the Great Savior.

The most important task is to operate the worship activities related to the Holy Cathedral.

Today, part of the top holy land of Ers has been circled as the core area of ​​religious worship.

And a lot of resources have been invested in construction.

The purpose is to learn from Holy Terra and create a first-class holy place in the galaxy.

Now, the construction work has been preliminarily completed, creating a worship route of about 50 kilometers.

When the pilgrims arrive, they will go from the reception desk to more than ten areas such as the Holy Plaza, the Redemption Trail, the Savior's Church, the Holy Land Garden, and the Souvenir Market.

Finally, they will arrive at the Holy Cathedral to worship the shrine of the great emperor and the holy relics left by him.

The pilgrims will see the sacred Emperor's fingerprint with their own eyes.

It is the fingerprint on the Emperor's Blood Trader's License.

A large mass of Emperor's blood.

Enough holiness and shock.

After all, even in Holy Terra, most pilgrims only take a look at the Ecclesiarchy Cathedral from a distance.

Or take a look outside the gate of the Imperial Palace.

Even the shadow of the Golden Throne and the Emperor's remains cannot be seen.

In the Holy Land of Ers, there is the real Emperor's blood, and you can feel the greatness of the Emperor up close.

Of course, the exhibits are replicas.

But no matter what, they are also mixed with the nano powder extracted from the drop of Emperor's blood on the Emperor's Blood Merchant License.

Rounding it off is also genuine, enough conscience!

From embarking on the pilgrimage to worshiping the Emperor's shrine and witnessing the Emperor's holy relics.

The whole journey takes about two weeks, allowing pilgrims to fully understand the greatness of the Emperor and the Savior.

Of course, Ron, the Savior, spent so much effort to create the pilgrimage road, not just for sightseeing.

There will be various deeply rooted faith worship projects along the way.

In fact, it is a large-scale brainwashing activity to maintain and deepen the citizens' faith and gain more hope.

At the same time, it can also allow foreign pilgrims to feel the glory of the Savior and the sacredness of the holy land, and then spread it.

This is also good for the reputation of the territory in the empire.

The reception office where Aleman works is responsible for the reception of foreign pilgrims.

However, in the past six months, the reception hall has been empty, and no foreign pilgrims have arrived.

She received credit points and felt guilty, feeling that she had not contributed the value she should to the Savior.

Suddenly, Aleman's communication device rang.

She took a look, and a light of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Foreign pilgrims are coming!"

"Hurry up, get ready!"

Aleman's immediate superior, the official in charge of the reception office, trotted over and urged.

"Why are you here?" Aleman was a little surprised.

Under normal circumstances, the other party does not need to show up.

"Praise the Savior, the first batch of pilgrims, our department must entertain them well!"

The official was quite excited.

After half a year, he finally waited for the first batch of pilgrims, and the Savior might also come.

They will have the opportunity to see the face of the Savior.

At this important moment, he must be there no matter what, to demonstrate the value of the department!

At the entrance of the reception hall for pilgrims outside the district.

The landing ship responsible for transporting passengers slowly stopped, and the pilgrims walked out carefully...