Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Solar star field, edge of solar system.

The fleet from Erth quietly arrived in the solar system and sailed forward slowly.

The leading battleship looked gorgeous and mysterious under the light of the distant sun.

Every inch of its metal shone with mottled golden light, as if it were forged from stars, giving it a dreamlike beauty.

That was the flagship of the great savior - the Dream, a battleship from the golden age of mankind, possessing terrifying destructive power.

Inside the Dream.

Sanctuary of the Redeemer, Miniature Garden.

The gentle light from the artificial sun lamp casts the green grass and green trees rustling in the breeze.

The water in the small pond next to it is gurgling and fish can be seen swimming around.

"Ah~ This clone body is still comfortable..."

A body of about 1.8 meters stretched, and he stepped into the grass along the cobblestone path with rabbit ear cotton slippers.

Ron took a breath of the fresh air that filled his heart and spleen, like after the rain, and felt quite comfortable.

Compared with the huge body of the original body that has grown to 2.8 meters, he prefers the current savior clone*ordinary version.

After all, a body that is too tall brings a lot of inconvenience to life and loses a lot of fun.

This time when he came to Holy Terra, he came as the steward of the Govindi family. His character was a loyal family vassal who grew up taking care of the Govindi brothers and sisters.

So a mediocre ordinary clone was enabled.

Normally, traveling across the galaxy is not a comfortable experience.

But the Dream is different.

After several rounds of modifications, the Sanctuary of the Savior in the ship cabin is almost like a resort.

There is also a forest oxygen bar inside.

Ron simply stretched and lay down on the rocking chair under the shade of the tree, enjoying the coolness under the dappled shade.

This is a means of recuperation for him, to experience more of the joys of being a human being in order to resist the erosion of his divine side.

"Lord Savior..."

Linda came over holding a fruit plate and put it down, then gently leaned over to massage Ron.

"Hiss~ The strength is pretty good."

Ron was lying on his back, and he could see a ray of white skin dancing in front of his eyes.

It had been a long time since he had had a massage.

When his body got closer to the original body, those muscles like fine steel could not be squeezed by ordinary people, and he could not even feel the slightest sensation when taking a bath in boiling water.

I can't even enjoy the one-stop bathing and sauna.

Along with the gentle massage, Ron slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

After arriving on the bright side of the empire, he collected a lot of information.

The return of the original body is like a huge stone smashing into a calm lake to the Milky Way, causing waves and shaking every corner of the Galaxy.

At a grand ceremony held on Macragge to announce the Primarch's return to the entire Imperium, Guilliman announced that he would travel to Holy Terra to reorganize the situation in the Imperium from the capital.

When the news spread from the extreme star field, the empire fell into jubilation.

Space Marines from the Raven Guard, White Scars, Space Wolves, and Dark Angels arrived to join the Primarch.

In addition, the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, the Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii, the Sisters of Battle, the Knight Family and the Titan Legion also sent their own fresh forces to support.

Guilliman assembled a large army at an astonishing speed.

He then boarded the Ultramarines' flagship, the Glorious Queen-class battleship, the Pride of Macragge.

Leading a mighty legion on a pilgrimage to Holy Terra.

This is so exciting.

Ron knew, however, that this pilgrimage was destined to be a terrible ordeal.

Guilliman's journey will be more difficult than expected.

The Chaos Gods and his fallen Primarch brothers will stop at nothing to prevent him from reaching Holy Terra.

Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines who had his hips stretched against the wind and fell to the ground against the wind, and who had always received the most severe beatings.

Will be hit hard by all the dark forces.

But in any case, the emergence of the original body will give the empire and even Ron some breathing space.

After all, when the sky falls, there is a tall man who holds it up, and Guilliman, the Emperor's son, is that tall man.

If this tall man had any shortcomings, he would be famous in the subspace for being the Emperor's favorite and the Demon Eater.

He became the tall one in the empire.

If his true form in the real universe was caught again, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.

"Hey, I don't know how my brother Guilliman is doing. Where is he? Has he arrived at Holy Terra?"

Ron sighed.

He was quite concerned about Guilliman's condition.

After all, everyone worked under the God-Emperor, so they could be considered half-brothers.

——

Somewhere in the webway.

Macragge's Glory led the broken fleet forward slowly.

Compared with when it set off, this fleet lost at least two-thirds of its ships and troops.

Macragge's Glory, Sanctuary of the Primarch.

In a private room.

Guilliman's huge body was squeezed in front of the desk, with piles of documents stacked in front of him.

He frowned, his handsome and noble face had wrinkles, his blond hair had become thinner, his hairline had moved up, and a few strands of gray hair could be vaguely seen.

Even more amazing.

There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and the muscles in his jaw were tense all the time.

It was a sign of exhaustion and grief.

At this moment, the Primarch had a trace of age, not the traces of time, but the result of long periods of fighting and worry.

This is a journey full of suffering.

Guilliman thought so.

He led the pilgrim expeditionary force from Macragge.

In order to avoid the attack of Chaos, the expeditionary force only dared to make the shortest distance of the warp jump.

But this did not escape the tentacles of Chaos.

Some ships disappeared ominously, and more and more commanders pleaded with Saint Celestine to seek blessings.

To be brave for this dangerous journey.

However, more attacks still came.

Nurgle demons attacked the fleet, cracks appeared in the hulls, and Nurglings gushed out, which looked like pus flowing out of a broken wound.

Fortunately, Inquisitor Greyfax led a commando team composed of the Sisters and Space Marines to stop all this.

She rushed into the enemy's rear, jumped down from a high place, and killed the Nurgle filth with one blow on the Plague Throne carried by a group of Nurglings.

As the attacks of Chaos demons increased, more reports of disappearances were reported every day.

But no one in the expeditionary force retreated easily.

Because Holy Terra was just ahead!

However, in addition to the Chaos Demons, there were more forces participating in the siege.

His two fallen Primarch brothers, the Death Guard Primarch Moritaan and the Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim, did not participate in the attack.

But they also used their substitutes to send the most filthy "gifts" and threats.

When the fleet arrived at the edge of the Maelstrom, he was ambushed by the third fallen Primarch brother, Magnus.

The Red King carefully prepared a terrible trap, using a series of psychic rituals.

The entire pilgrim expedition fleet was pulled into the Maelstrom.

Due to the failure to activate the Geller force field shield in time, a large number of pilgrim ships were completely destroyed by the surging subspace power.

In the Maelstrom, waiting for the fleet was the swift offensive of the Chaos Space Marines warband Red Corsairs.

Although he eventually led the fleet to repel the Red Corsairs.

However, the fleet was inevitably trapped in the Maelstrom and could only wander aimlessly, without direction or direction.

At the same time, the fleet was attacked by more and more demons and Chaos space warbands.

As the Primarch, he suffered countless attacks.

But he survived and wiped out dozens of demons with the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

It was a difficult and long war.

Because time in the Maelstrom was stagnant, no one knew how long they had been trapped.

A few years, decades, or even longer?

What's more troublesome is that the Pilgrim Expeditionary Force was suffering from increasing casualties due to the ambush of Chaos Space Marines and demons.

Fortunately, with the arrival of the Eldar illusion, things took a turn for the better.

Under its guidance, the Pilgrim Expeditionary Force finally arrived at a window area for navigation.

There, the Pilgrim Expeditionary Force saw countless abandoned ships, linked to each other by chains, forming an endless giant net.

With this giant net, the Chaos Space Marines and the demons launched a more fierce attack.

He fought hard to enter the enemy's core area, but was plotted against by Carlos, the chief demon of Tzeentch.

It turned out that Carlos had implanted a trace of imperceptible self-doubt deep in his heart, and that trace of self-doubt catalyzed a terrible spell.

Then, the negative emotions deep in his heart broke out, and were transformed into crystal chains by his own emotions.

He, the son of the Emperor, was suppressed by himself, knelt down in shame, and became a prisoner!

Carlos threatened other warriors to surrender with him as a hostage, and the desperate warriors had to lay down their weapons.

Became a prisoner with him...

Guilliman recalled this memory, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. He hated himself for not having stronger power!

Later, he and the warriors were imprisoned in the fortress of Huron, the Lord of the Red Corsairs and the Black King.

Khorne Archdemon Skarbrand led the demon army to seize the skull of the Primarch, but Tzeentch Archdemon Carlos had a different view.

The two sides fought a war for this.

Taking this opportunity, the mysterious Eldar troops sent by Evelyne sneaked into the fortress and rescued him.

The illusion that guided the fleet before was also created by the Eldar companion who ordered Shadow Walker.

In the end, he escaped and was able to return to the fleet.

Finally, under the guidance of Shadow Walker, the fleet entered the gate of the Webway and left the Great Vortex.

The Pilgrim Expedition will follow the Webway and head to Holy Terra at a faster speed.

In the private room.

"Webway..."

Guilliman murmured.

At this moment, he finally realized the convenience of the Webway and its great help to mankind.

How much he wanted to have the Webway.

At the same time, he also understood why his father had given up everything to study the Webway.

That was indeed what mankind needed.

Only in this way can mankind avoid the turbulent warp and obtain a safer route.

"Unfortunately, my father failed. Fate does not allow mankind to have that gift!"

Guilliman was a little sad and angry.

Even his father failed and paid a huge price for it.

Then can mankind still hope to control the Webway?

Suddenly, Guilliman thought of something.

The demon-eater seemed to be able to enter the webway in some way...

But he was so mysterious that the Empire had no information about him.

Some even claimed that he was a heretic and an enemy of the Empire.

"It would be great if I could find the Demon Eater. I will personally invite him to join the empire, even if he becomes a high lord..."

Guilliman let out a long sigh, full of exhaustion.

Although only a few years have passed in the real universe, he has been fighting fiercely in the maelstrom for decades or even longer.

This brought great pain and exhaustion to his body and heart.

If possible, Guilliman wished that he had always slept and never awakened.

After all, it would be crazy for anyone to open their eyes and face a super mess that has been accumulated for thousands of years.

He wanted to lie down and never wake up again.

However, he can't...

"Hope still exists. I can't fall before humanity welcomes the light!" Guilliman suppressed the pain, his eyes filled with unyielding light.

Even though he fell again and again under the siege of dark forces, he would never give in.

He will rise again and again to unleash his wrath on his enemies.

Until every enemy of mankind pays the price for the sins they have committed!

Guilliman planned in his heart a war of revenge against the enemies of mankind, which he named - the Indomitable Crusade.

Hope lies ahead. When he reaches Holy Terra, he will gather the power of the empire to start this war...

However, before that, he still needs to deal with a lot of things.

Guilliman calmed down his emotions, tried to become calm, and then looked up at the pile of documents in front of him.

He took a deep breath, then another.

The primarch tried his best to alleviate his dislike of complicated documents.

To be honest, he would rather fight the enemy than deal with these damn files.

But these things have to be dealt with.

Every time a ship leaps out of the warp, the fleet's astropaths do their best to brush aside the darkness of the void.

Gather every piece of information you can about the current state of the Empire.

Eventually, this information will be sent to this private room.

He must learn as much as possible about the situation in the Empire before arriving at Holy Terra.

Guilliman raised his huge palm, gently picked up a document and looked at it.

He must be careful, otherwise once these documents fall to the ground, he will be wearing a heavy armor of fate.

You have to get down on the ground to pick it up.

That scene is not pretty.

Guilliman used his immense mental powers as a Primarch to absorb the information contained in those documents.

It was just the contents of the documents one after another that made his heart gradually fall into the abyss.

The situation in the empire was worse than he imagined!

That information shows the current state of the empire:

Frequent supernatural disasters, demonic invasions, and rampant plagues spread throughout various galaxies;

Psykers and mutants are growing at an explosive rate, followed by all kinds of terrifying and crazy visions;

The loyal servants of the empire and the planetary governors of various civilized worlds have transformed into cultists and are wreaking havoc.

The alien army followed the pace of Chaos and took advantage of the turmoil of subspace to invade on a large scale. Countless civilized worlds were devastated by the flames of war!

Guilliman endured his grief and looked at the documents day and night, extracting the necessary information.

Prepare for the next plan.

As for rest, he has lost the ability to sleep since he woke up.

Coupled with the constant noise from the Armor of Destiny, he had no moment of peace at all.

Even if the original body has energy beyond ordinary people.

However, the intense thinking over the past few days still made Guilliman completely exhausted, and he became more vigorous.

A whole stack of papers was scattered on the floor.

Seeing this, the original body closed his eyes in pain: "Father, how I wish someone could share all this with me..."

…

The abode of the saints.

This is the residence of the living saint Saint Celestine.

The room was empty except for a cold iron bed.

For St. Celestine, there was only one thing in her life, and that was to fight for the Great Will.

Nothing else.

But now, there is a special color in the life of this living saint.

Saint Celestine sat beside the bed, her angelic face looking cold and pure.

However, in her arms, she was holding a big white bear puppet.

She secretly asked Macragge's tailor to make it and brought it to her residence to accompany her to sleep.

Saint Celestine picked up the big white bear, pinched its face, and then fell into a daze again.

She was thinking of someone.

Since encountering the Demon Eater here, he and the Pilgrimage Expedition Fleet have been trapped in a maelstrom for decades.

She kept repeating the same dream.

In the dream, there was the figure of the Demon Eater, the big white bear, and a young but extremely handsome face.

Saint Celestine keenly felt that the Demon Eater and that handsome face were one.

That handsome face is what the Demon Eater really looks like.

What the silver-haired angel didn't know was that the energy of the little sun accidentally invaded the concrete illusion of her soul and healed her soul.

However, the price was that the figure of the demon eater and savior remained deep in her soul.

And after decades of development, this influence has gradually deepened.

Saint Celestine liked this big white bear very much. She felt that its existence made her life more interesting.

Just the presence of the big white bear reminded her of the Demon Eater and his handsome face.

Saint Celestine subconsciously pulled the white bear, and a trace of red suddenly flashed across her fair face.

She had to admit it.

She had a slight affection for Mr. Demon Eater and wanted to see him again.

But how could she find him?

What should she say to him after they met?

The silver-haired angel continued to be in a daze.

She had not told anyone about this matter, and it was a secret that would always remain in her heart...

Boom——

The hull suddenly trembled.

Saint Celestine immediately became alert, and regained the temperament of a Valkyrie and a holy angel.

She carefully put the white bear away, and then picked up the Blazing Heart Sword at the head of the bed.

Then, she received a communication from Guilliman, the son of the Emperor.

The enemy is about to arrive!

According to Guilliman's judgment, Magnus hopes to follow them and directly invade Holy Terra through the portal opened by the Eldar.

However, Guilliman does not intend to let the other party succeed.

He ordered the Veil Walker to open another more secret, ancient, hidden webway gate on the moon.

The Pilgrim Expedition Fleet will come out of the Webway Gate on the Moon and try to shake off the pursuit of the Thousand Sons Fleet.

If they fail to shake off the other side, they will have a big battle on the Moon.

Saint Celestine turned off the communication, clenched her hands slightly, and the Blazing Heart Sword ignited golden flames.

Prepare to fight!

——

Dream.

Sanctuary of the Savior, miniature garden.

Ron was wearing a facial mask, sunbathing on a lounge chair, meditating quietly.

Beep——

The sudden prompt sound made him startled.

That was an emergency signal.

Did the fleet encounter any enemy, or was it blocked by Guilliman?

Ron quickly tore off the mask and stood up, grabbed the data panel to check the information, and then frowned.

According to Shasim's report, the fleet has arrived near Holy Terra, but they detected.

There was a fierce battle on the moon, and the Imperial fleet was exchanging fire with the enemy.

Finally asked him what to do?

"Good guy, I didn't expect to catch up..."

Ron sighed.

That should be the battle on the moon between Guilliman and Magnus.

But since we are here, we must go!

We can't just watch our half-brothers get beaten, right?

Besides, this is also a good opportunity.

The long-silent Imperial Blood Merchants, the Govendi family, led the fleet to participate in the battle to save Holy Terra.

How loyal!

This is a rare opportunity to gain qualifications and honors, and it can also improve Guilliman's favor.

This will make things much easier later.

No one should make it too difficult in the verification process.

Ron immediately asked Shashim to lead the Govendi to participate in the battle and try to get some results.

After all, the Govendi is equipped with many relic-level weapons, and it should be able to knock down several warships in the melee.

As for the Dream, it is not convenient to show up.

He hesitated for a while and ordered the commander of the Dream to activate the shielding mode and quietly approach the battlefield within a safe range.

After giving the order, Ron got up and went to the bridge. He wanted to take a look at the situation and see if there was a chance to take advantage of the chaos to shoot.

He, the great savior, is ready to bombard the Crimson King!