Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Chapter 271 Shocked, the Emperor sold out his body and was born in the warp...

Lion Gate Airport.

Dock.

In the field of vision.

A pilgrim ship slowly moored, with an ivory white paint job that gave it a marble-like delicate texture.

The side of the hull was decorated with statues and runes of living saints, showing a dazzling golden color.

The entire pilgrim ship shone in the sun, giving people a sense of solemnity and sacredness.

In the berthing area of ​​pilgrim ships, it stood out from the crowd.

"Isn't that the Pious?

The guys at Star Tower Airport did a very detailed job, which exceeded expectations..."

Ron recognized the identity of the pilgrim ship in front of him at a glance.

Because the ship used the golden age painting technology that the territory reproduced from STC.

Even if the ship in front of him used some cheap paint, the texture it presented was quite high-end.

After that, he saw more changes:

"Wow, they put the statue of the Savior on the hull, and it's in the center..."

In fact, Ron's original intention was just to ask the airport to simply repair the Pious.

When the Pious arrived at the Star Tower Airport, the hull was slightly damaged.

So he mentioned it by the way.

Although the Savior's original intention was good, the following doubled the execution.

After hearing that the Savior personally paid attention to the Pious pilgrimage ship, the head of the airport organization rushed over in a hurry.

Go to the scene to personally guide and strive to implement the will of the Savior.

The repairmen were also very excited and full of energy. Not only did they quickly repair the damaged areas, but they also renovated some areas.

Sprayed the entire hull with paint.

But after the head of the airport saw it, he felt that it was not loyal enough. How could there be no statue of the great Savior on the hull?

This is not right!

Then the head called the craftsman again.

Let the craftsmen cover the center of the statue group with a larger and more conspicuous golden sun and savior statue than other statues.

At this moment, Ron looked at his statue on the Pious and fell silent.

It seems that doing so is not bad.

It is just that more detailed regulations must be issued in the future to prevent them from over-enforcing.

He has reason to suspect that if there were no relevant regulations, the guys at the airport would have replaced the engine.

Install the latest model, comparable to the performance of a small warship - the civilian ship subspace engine MK3.

By the way, install a few civilian versions of self-defense guns.

This is why Ron does not easily ask about the following affairs.

After all, his status in the territory is too high.

Even a simple sentence will affect the lives or destinies of many people.

While Ron was thinking.

The pilgrims in the hall stared at the Pious in front of them in amazement. They swore that they had never seen such a gorgeous and sacred pilgrimage ship in their lives.

In the Empire, it is rare to see ships and vehicles that can use exquisite paint on a large scale.

Because it is very expensive.

Ordinary people are not qualified to use it at all.

The Empire is fanatical about decorative things, and warriors like to decorate their armor with various sacred runes, relics and paint.

Even specific color combinations are stipulated.

This has led to the high prices of those gorgeous, wear-resistant and defensive paints, and even spawned some monopoly behaviors.

There was once a paint STC temporarily named 145XX22, which was discovered by the Skitarii and the Imperial United Guard.

The paint has a unique chemical composition that can complete the painting of combat equipment in a very short time.

The discovery of this STC caused hundreds of important hive worlds responsible for painting vehicles to revolt.

Dozens of high-ranking nobles with related interests protested.

In order to eliminate the impact.

The relevant institutions of the Empire had to declare that the STC was suspected to be corrupted by Chaos in some form, and then sealed it.

Until hundreds of years later.

The relevant institutions of the Empire officially announced that the STC was not corrupted and was fully recognized by the high lords.

From this, we can see the importance of paint to the Empire.

Those who are qualified to paint their armor with bright and gorgeous paint are basically high-ranking warriors of the Empire.

For example, Space Marines, Inquisitors, Battle Sisters, etc.

But those beings basically deal with the local governor, and they are legends that many mortals are not qualified to see in their lifetime.

For mortals, the sheriff of the local defense force is a great man.

In this case.

The gorgeous paint that fills every corner of the Pious gave the ragged pilgrims a great shock.

Some pilgrims even knelt on the spot and worshipped the sacred statues on the hull.

They never let go of any sacred things, and worship wherever they go.

In the cabin of the Pious.

The pilgrims, with full piety and irrepressible excitement, have gone through generations and hundreds of years.

They finally arrived at Holy Terra, the most sacred throne world of the empire, in their lifetime.

According to legend, every piece of land here exudes a sacred atmosphere, every building tells an ancient legend, and every ray of sunshine guides the pilgrims on their way forward.

When the pilgrim ship arrived at its destination.

The captain excitedly announced that all pilgrims would be given extra meals so that everyone would have more energy to welcome all this sacredness!

This was heartening for the pilgrims.

They could finally taste the delicacies of the Holy Land of Erth.

Before the Pious left the airport, Star Tower Airport gave them a lot of supplies, which moved the pilgrims to tears.

They all thanked the Savior for his gift.

The food was so extravagant that the captain usually only gave each pilgrim a small bite, mixed with the starchy food.

But that's delicious enough.

Relying on those highly nutritious foods, the pilgrims rarely went hungry during this period.

After the food was distributed, the pilgrims had a delicious meal and received some compressed food produced in Ers.

After eating, the pilgrims returned to the cabin and carefully took out the white and soft divine robes given by the Holy Land of Es and put them on.

Then put on the pilgrim's badge, as well as the exquisite Savior's Cross pendant, bracelet and other sacred objects obtained by using credits at the Holy Land of Erth.

In fact, those were wholesaled from factories affiliated with the Ersi Holy Land pilgrimage area, but they were well-made and were protected by the radiance of the sacred sun.

In some cases, it can resist slight chaos corrosion, which is more reliable than ordinary holy objects.

The pilgrims dressed neatly and came to the hall collectively to start the incense ceremony.

Before checking out, the pilgrims removed the incense from the rooms and even the toilets of the Holy Land Hotel.

They find the smell of incense to be sacred.

In the hall, the special smell of incense filled the air. Pilgrims bathed in the bursts of smoke, prayed, and steamed their robes.

After the ceremony was completed, the pilgrims restrained their trembling bodies with excitement and officially set foot on Holy Terra.

They were vaguely looking forward to it.

As the throne and holy land of the empire, this place should be more sacred than the Holy Land of Naeus, right?

Buzz——

The pilgrims got off the Pious and walked along the passage into the Pilgrim Hall, where they were instantly drowned out by bursts of noisy people.

They saw dirty halls and ragged people.

Pilgrims who recently passed through the Ersi Holy Land to worship a dragon and experience baptism suddenly felt a sense of gap.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between this place and the holy places in other parts of the empire?

But after so many years of anticipation, the pilgrims didn't think much and were still full of piety.

They stayed in line as usual to avoid getting separated, and then moved forward silently.

However, the pilgrims on the Pious One unexpectedly discovered that the ragged crowd quietly gave way to a path.

People looked at them with a hint of awe.

This surprised the pilgrims.

Because in the past, no one paid attention to them at all.

Most of the time.

They all blended in with the crowd and moved forward timidly, for fear of knocking down something sacred and incurring severe punishment.

It was normal for other tattered pilgrims to give way.

Everyone in the hall was wearing tattered robes and looking miserable.

Suddenly, a group of people came over wearing noble white robes that only priests could afford.

It looks so sacred and transcendent, and is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Who dares to block the way?

The pilgrims on the Pious stopped at a loss, and the crowd around them became quiet.

Ron suddenly walked over and communicated with the leading captain: "Mr. Captain.

I am Grant, a merchant from the border areas, and I am also here to worship. Can I follow you for a walk? "

Shahim followed the imperial fleet and could not reach Holy Terra so quickly. Ron planned to go to the headquarters of the Imperial State Church first.

Go to Donnie's mentor, the acting Cardinal Laurent Tiss.

It should be more convenient to follow these pilgrims and learn more about the state religion.

"Feel sorry……"

The captain wanted to refuse, but after seeing the souvenirs of the Erth Holy Land that Ron deliberately leaked.

He showed joy: "Have you also been to the Holy Land of Es?"

Ron nodded: "Of course, with the Emperor on your side, that is a really good place, especially the Holy Land Hot Spring Sauna blessed by the Emperor..."

"yes!"

"Praise the God-Emperor!"

Hearing this, the captain and the few pilgrims next to him had afterthoughts on their faces, as if they had found the person in the passage.

They excitedly chatted with Ron about their experience of pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Erth, and naturally included him in the pilgrimage team.

Next to them, some tattered pilgrims listened to a few words and were stunned: "Emperor, where is the holy land of heaven?"

But looking at the gentlemen wearing white divine robes, they didn't dare to come forward and ask.

After chatting for a while, Ron continued to move forward with the pilgrims on the Pious.

At this moment, the pilgrims also reacted, as if they had become different after visiting the Holy Land of Erth.

They have experienced the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Erth, and are pilgrims who have worshiped the Emperor's holy relics up close.

Unlike other pilgrims...!

Thinking of this, the pilgrims on the Pious No longer flinched and straightened their backs.

"Dear pilgrims, please follow me..." The reception staff in the hall came quickly and received them warmly.

After getting closer, the receptionist smelled the scent of noble incense, and his attitude became more sincere.

Under normal circumstances, only high-level warriors, nobles, and high-level clergy can create special incense formulas.

Those people were not something he, a low-level administrator, could offend.

Looking at this scene, Ron was speechless. It turns out that there are reception staff here. He thought there were none.

This is understandable.

After all, Holy Terra receives billions of pilgrims from all over the galaxy every moment.

Given the complicated and bloated work process of the administrative agencies and the lack of intelligent networking equipment, they have no good way to register and manage these people.

All they can do is to find the Chaos Alien heretics, and then quickly call armed personnel to execute them.

Under such a chaotic management model, only certain special classes can enjoy reception services.

Now, Ron and the pilgrims of the Pious are regarded as special classes.

As for how to distinguish.

This is just an ordinary reception hall, and there is no meditator array.

You can't ask the reception staff to check the huge and outdated paper database with thousands of layers, right?

Therefore, those reception staff identify who is a special class mainly by temperament, clothing, emblems, etc.

Those who have no traces of chaos and dress well must be special classes.

Ordinary people can't afford such good clothes.

Besides the pilgrims, most of the ordinary people are either working in the agricultural world or screwing screws in the factories of the nest city.

How can they have time to come to Holy Terra?

As for whether there will be any bad people sneaking in, it can only be said that the more lice, the less itchy they are.

With billions of people coming and going every day, it is normal for some Chaos heretics to appear.

Just find them and judge them.

Soon, Ron and others simply registered under the warm hospitality of the reception staff.

Then they took the shuttle boat through special channels and went to the headquarters of the Imperial State Religion in Antarctica.

In general, pilgrims will first go to the Holy City of the State Religion Headquarters, and then start from the Holy City to worship various holy places.

Finally, through the Eternal Gate, they arrived at the gate of the palace in the Himalayas and felt the holiness and greatness of the Emperor outside the palace.

…

Antarctica.

Holy City of the State Religion Headquarters.

Pilgrim Trail.

This is a trail three or four kilometers wide. Pilgrims need to walk along this trail for dozens of kilometers to reach the State Church Cathedral.

Ron stood on the trail, looking at the thick polluted smog in the sky, frowning.

The difference in the environment of Holy Terra was beyond his imagination.

The natural resources here are exhausted, the oceans are evaporated, the soil is completely barren, and the atmosphere is full of polluted fog.

Except for the Himalayas, almost all mountains have been flattened, and huge, maze-like buildings cover most of the surface.

What's more terrifying is that such a planet is crowded with hundreds of trillions of permanent residents and even more floating population.

Except for the personnel of the relevant institutions of the empire, the vast majority of the local population has fallen into extreme poverty.

Pollution, mutation, and chaos are slowly eroding at the bottom.

The only hope for these local populations at the bottom is to allow their descendants to enter the Terra government or the state religion.

Even if they become the humblest slaves.

However, such opportunities are extremely rare.

Because the relevant positions or posts are almost hereditary from generation to generation.

Ron thought that after entering Holy Terra, there would be fewer traces of Chaos, but he didn't expect that there would be more.

Along the way, he witnessed several Chaos erosion incidents, and hundreds of people were killed by the guns of the Skitarii.

Think about it.

There are so many people coming and going, and it is also an area that is eroded by the Chaos Gods.

How could there be no corruption?

Even if the population of Holy Terra is cleansed, as long as there are still people, corruption will be difficult to eradicate.

What's more, pilgrims have to be received here, and a large number of pilgrims who stay and don't leave will still form a new bottom poverty class.

Ron thought silently and continued to move forward with the pilgrims of the Pious.

This kind of walk is not easy.

Unfortunately, there is no sightseeing bus here like in the Holy Land of Ers.

In addition to walking, there is no other way to get to the Ecclesiarchy Cathedral.

Maybe those high-ranking nobles of Terra will have special transportation routes.

But with his current status, he does not have that privilege.

As he walked deeper, Ron saw more and more pilgrims' shacks. The poorer pilgrims could only rest on the ground wrapped in cloth robes.

The entire trail area was like a huge slum of shacks.

Fortunately, this was the headquarters of the state religion, and porridge stalls were set up in each section.

Blessed food was distributed to the pilgrims.

After all, it was the headquarters of the state religion, and too many devout pilgrims could not die in this sacred place.

He tasted it lightly, and the taste was a bit sour, and there were a lot of impurities mixed in.

But these were already rare delicacies for the pilgrims.

After walking more than ten kilometers.

In order to reach the state religion cathedral faster, Ron parted with the pilgrims of the Pious and set off alone.

What he didn't know was.

The pilgrims of the Pious who witnessed all this became more and more silent.

The sharp contrast between the Holy Land of Ers and the Holy Terra made these believers feel dazed.

They were still devout to the Emperor, but they felt that more believers should know the existence of the Savior.

Soon, these pilgrims began to spread the story of the Savior to others, which attracted the attention of the relevant parties of the state religion.

Soon, the crusaders found them.

…

Ron was quite excited. He could already see the cathedral of the state religion.

It was about ten kilometers away.

Moreover, after paying a precious holy relic pocket watch, he asked a priest about the current situation of the state religion.

The acting cardinal was still alive and had not lost his power.

He hoped that the existence would allow the Holy Land of Ers and the belief in the Savior to enter the sequence of the state religion for the sake of Donnie, the only disciple.

And it must be fast, otherwise those pilgrims who have been to the Holy Land of Ers may get into trouble.

Ron did not need the other party to give Ers a high status, as long as he could allow the spread of its faith.

The holy places of the state religion were countless.

There were at least ten thousand living saints in those churches.

There were countless living saints who failed to enter the sequence and only spread between regions.

After all, there were hundreds of millions of civilized worlds in the empire, and everyone had a legendary figure.

In order to strengthen the rule of faith, many local state religions often launched their own living saints and established holy places for them.

If they are lucky and operate properly, being included in the state religion sequence can greatly enhance their ruling power in the local area.

They must do this, otherwise the power of the local state religion will be encroached by other imperial institutions.

If the bishop's feelings for Donnie have not deteriorated, the chances of the Holy Land of Ers entering the state religion sequence are quite high.

Because on the surface, the state religion of the Holy Land of Ers was developed by his disciple Donnie, and the savior was also certified by Donnie himself.

They are all family members.

Ron was a little emotional. Looking back now, he made the right choice to stay in the state religion.

It is too difficult to develop faith on your own.

Suddenly, Ron sensed something.

A pilgrim-like man staggered, passed by him, and mixed into the crowd.

Then, he found something extra in his hand.

It was a piece of paper.

Ron picked it up and saw a large and a small sun drawn on it.

Damn!!!

What's going on? The little sun is exposed?

He looked down and saw the text below.

Hiss~

Heresy, too heretical!

The above are all some outrageous rumors, mainly secrets from the Emperor's early years.

What about the Emperor's early incarnation as a she-wolf; the Emperor stood on the street and begged for food; the Emperor sold ditches to warlords to get the army to unify Terra.

Fuck, there is also ditches literature here?

And there are recent rumors, claiming that a certain navigator and a priest of the state religion witnessed the Emperor and a certain existence XXX in the warp.

Finally, a little sun was born.

Aren't the rumors now so wild?

Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will send the Legion of the Damned to your door?

Ron looked at the logo on the bottom corner of the paper, which was from the Slaanesh Cult.

Oh, that's fine...

Sure enough, the Slaanesh Cult is still good at playing, and there is actually a Slaanesh Cult that dares to do such a big thing.

In any case, they are finished.

Ron finally understood.

Why those high-ranking people dare not kill historians and attach importance to compiling historical books and classics.

Because the wild history is really wild...

Bang——

The bolt gun roared, and the crowd screamed.

Ron looked back.

The Slaanesh believer who had just stuffed the explosive secrets into his hands had been shot in the head.

Then, he saw a team of Crusaders running towards him...