Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Under the gaze of many eyes, Guilliman strode down the heavenly steps and returned to the team.

boom--

The crowd erupted in shock and terror, shouting and begging the Primarch for enlightenment.

However, Guilliman did not respond, nor did he reveal any details of his meeting with his father.

It just means that I have the answers to all my questions.

At this moment, the Primarch's heart was full of worry and confusion, thinking about how to deal with the terrible storm that was coming, and how to contact the unknown brother.

He is now eager for someone to help him.

Guilliman frowned and passed by Ron, who was craning his neck to watch the excitement in the crowd.

Soon, new teams began to gather.

The Primarch summoned many warriors and signaled Valanor, the leader of the Custodes, to accompany him.

When a larger team was formed, Guilliman faced the crowd and issued the first order:

Summon all the High Lords of Terra immediately!

He will announce a resolution in front of the Terran Council——

After thousands of years, Robert Guilliman, the Emperor's son, will once again take over as Supreme Commander of the Empire!

…

Nexus Axiom Fortress.

Unlike many of the decaying, ugly buildings on Holy Terra, this fortress still exudes an aura of wealth and abundance.

Antiques from ancient civilizations, artifacts of alien technology, and the oldest and freshest gadgets in the galaxy gather here.

Because this is the headquarters of the Imperial Merchant Fleet and the residence of the Rogue Trader spokesperson.

Centuries before the founding of the Empire, the foundations for the Fortress of the United Axioms were laid.

Every trade license is issued from here, and every statistical data on transportation, taxation and trade in each system is stored here.

At the same time, this fortress is also a huge signal receiver, constantly collecting data on merchant ships from various relay stations and broadcasts.

Deep within the fortress, there is also a terrifying genetically modified creature called the Calculo Schedule Manager, which lives in a cultivation vat to coordinate the empire's shipping.

"Hiss~ This antique looks a bit familiar..."

Ron and Shaheem were walking through the gorgeous corridors, and he saw a porcelain vase placed in a display cabinet.

According to the introduction of the label.

This is a relic from an ancient dynasty tens of thousands of years ago. The material and craftsmanship are extremely special. It was found in the subspace by a certain merchant ship.

He looked at the familiar glaze color and pattern on the vase, and could roughly identify it. It seemed like porcelain from the Tang Dynasty...

Sure enough, there is everything in subspace.

After a few glances, Ron withdrew his gaze and followed Shahim deeper.

Missionary power had been obtained.

This time they came to the Axiom Fortress to meet with the supreme lord and Rogue Trader spokesperson, Kania Danda.

To solve the inheritance process of the Emperor's Blood Trading License.

Today, Guilliman has officially become the Supreme Commander of the Empire, also known as the Regent.

But his position was not secure.

Ron could feel that the atmosphere on Holy Terra was very depressing, and something was brewing faintly.

It smells like a coup.

In the dense hive, chaos cults and mutants are stirring.

If the guess is correct, Holy Terra will cause a bloody storm, and countless people will die in this disaster.

There are even high lords who are assassinated in the chaos.

Ron was unwilling to get involved in this complicated dispute.

Most of the empire's top officials secretly control high-level military forces or cultivate top assassins, and can even attract evil alien aid.

Those powerful individuals are not just freeloaders.

They were able to wield poisons powerful enough to severely injure the Primarch, mystical force-field weapons, and potent melta bombs that were equally potent for all.

Even if Ron's body is here, there is no guarantee that he can escape without many guards.

In this situation.

He only hoped that Shahim could pass the verification quickly, obtain the hereditary contract, and officially inherit the identity of the Govindi family's imperial blood merchant.

Then stay away from Holy Terra before the conflict breaks out completely.

Soon, Ron and Shahim stepped into a gorgeous door under the guidance of the servitor.

There is the office of Kania Danda, the High Lord and Rogue Trader spokesperson.

After they entered, the door slammed shut.

It didn't take long.

Ron and Shahim walked out with gloomy faces.

Negotiations broke down.

Kaniya Danda required the Govindi family to sign a contract of advance and retreat from the alliance, and must disclose all channels and contribute 50% of their income to the alliance.

At the same time, she regarded the spirit of hereditary free contract as nothing, and made vague threats.

It seems that the Govindi family has been conquered.

After all, a down-and-out Emperor Blood family is just a piece of fat to her, the spokesperson of the Rogue Trader.

Shahim suppressed his blush and gritted his teeth.

After leaving the mansion, he immediately growled: "Damn it, that woman is so greedy, she almost wants to devour us!"

Shahim looked up at Ron, his face full of worry:

"If that woman blocks it and prevents the institution from issuing a hereditary contract, what should we do?"

That's indeed possible.

Even though the Emperor's Blood Trading License has sacred validity, Danda, as the supreme lord, has too many things he can do.

Even if she cannot control the verification process and falsify it, she can delay time through some complicated procedures.

According to the empire's work efficiency, it is normal for a process to take tens or even hundreds of years if it is delayed again.

This was something that Ron and Shahim could not accept. After all, they were looking for Danda to communicate in order to speed up the verification process.

"Don't worry..."

Ron patted Shahim on the shoulder: "The Supreme Lord was blinded by power and greed, and she will soon be in trouble!"

If he remembered correctly.

This Supreme Lord would unite with the other three High Lords: the Pope of the State Church, the Minister of the Interior, and the Ambassador of the Navigator to launch a bloody coup to resist the Primarch.

Then their coup failed, and they were kicked out of the Supreme Lord Council together, and completely lost power.

Ron originally thought that if the cooperation was pleasant, he would secretly warn her through certain channels.

Let her have a chance to stop at the brink of the cliff.

Now it seems that it is not necessary, she can die wherever she wants.

Ron sighed slightly.

The channel on the Rogue Trader side has been cut off.

If they want to get the hereditary contract quickly, they can only find his half-brother-Brother Guilliman.

On the way back, when passing through a dark passage, Ron and his companion were suddenly intercepted by someone.

They were two girls wearing white dresses, noble faces, and a pair of white wings.

Ron could recognize at a glance that the visitors were the twin holy attendants of the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine.

The twin holy attendants bowed slightly with sweet voices.

They sincerely invited Mr. Shahim and his steward to meet the living saint.

At the same time, a secret passage beside the road was opened.

Shahim was a little confused.

The holy living saint invited him?

They didn't know him either.

Even during the battle on the moon and the pilgrimage, the other party had never noticed him.

Hearing this, Ron's heart jumped.

Sure enough, they came.

Looking for Shahim was just a cover.

This wave was probably aimed at him, the savior and demon eater.

The look of the silver-haired angel before made him a little uneasy. The other party's psychic awareness was too sharp.

His sensitivity far exceeds that of Guilliman, the Primarch!

The other party might have noticed something strange.

But Ron was thinking.

Why did the silver-haired angel look for him?

In the Battle of Macragge, he just saved her once, so she shouldn't miss him so much, right?

Could it be that she is greedy for my body?

That's impossible, right?

Even if his original body is so handsome that he is the Chosen One of Slaanesh, the one whom the Lord of Pleasure wants to whip, the galactic succubus, and the poison that women can't refuse.

But he didn't reveal his true face in front of the silver-haired angel.

What's more, Saint Celestine is a living saint, a loyal servant of the Emperor, and the Chosen One of the "Fifth Evil God".

Such an existence has a very firm belief and serves the great will all his life. How could he have some other emotions?

Thank God that he is not regarded as a heretic.

Thinking of this, Ron first ruled out this answer.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Since this is not the reason, there is only one real answer.

That being may have obtained some information and wanted to find out the true identity of the Demon Eater in some way.

He may even have a more sinister purpose!

Ron could imagine what would happen next with his eyes closed.

Classic plot.

When they arrived at Saint Celestine's residence.

Shashim would probably be left in the reception room for some reason.

He would be invited by the twin saints to the secret room deep in the residence, and the silver-haired angel would be waiting for him to have a secret meeting there.

After the meeting, the other party confirmed his identity in some way, and then she pounced on him.

The great savior, the Demon Eater, was pressed to the ground and brought to justice.

Maybe he would be tied up and taken to see the original body.

"Hiss~ That living saint repays kindness with hatred and has evil intentions!"

This speculation made Ron a little nervous.

Good news, his body is just a clone and will not be completely caught.

Bad news, Shashim can't run away, and he will probably be caught and interrogated using secret methods.

Although his life will not be in danger, the true identity of the Demon Eater may be exposed.

This wave is going to reveal his identity!

When Guilliman and his people know his true identity, he will not only be at risk of working for the Empire and struggling for his whole life.

What's more troublesome is that the Holy Terra has not been cleansed by the Primarch, and has been infiltrated by the Chaos Forces like a sieve.

After all, he can spread the ditch literature in front of the old God Emperor.

Once his secret is leaked, the Chaos Forces will definitely know it.

At that time, it will add a lot of dangers for nothing, so many enemies are looking for him!

Fortunately, the silver-haired angel seemed to be unsure and just made a simple test.

Otherwise, he would not have sent the twin holy servants to invite him.

Ron frowned slightly, he hesitated how to respond.

After all, they are here...

Forget it.

Ron glanced at Shashim.

Then he smiled at the twin holy servants and firmly rejected the invitation:

"Sorry, we have urgent matters and cannot go to see Saint Celestine for the time being..."

He thought for a moment and added: "Once the problem is solved, we will go to see Saint Celestine and apologize in person."

After hearing what Ron said, the twin holy servants exchanged glances with each other.

They seemed to have reached a tacit understanding in silence, but nodded slightly with an elegant gesture to express understanding and acceptance:

"The master is looking forward to your arrival..."

Then, they spread their wings lightly behind them and left like two dreamy lights, leaving behind beautiful silhouettes.

Huh~

Ron breathed a sigh of relief only after the twin holy servants walked away.

He escaped again temporarily.

Fortunately, he had won time. He just fooled them. Once he was done, he ran back to Ers's nest!

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Imperial Senate.

This is the power core of Holy Terra, the throne world of the Empire, and performs the duties of the Supreme Lords Council.

Its architecture imitates the design of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, and the huge podium in the center is the meeting place of the Supreme Lords.

Now, Robert Guilliman, the son of the Emperor, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and the Supreme Commander of the Empire, has settled here.

Supreme Commander's Office.

The Primarch's huge body leaned over the desk, frowning and flipping through the documents.

The noise of the Armor of Destiny made him a little irritated.

What made Guilliman even more irritated was the attitude of the Supreme Lords.

Although he had the support of several Supreme Lords such as the Torch Court and the Sisters, more Supreme Lords had a subtle resistance.

The Indomitable Crusade plan was also difficult to implement.

At the same time, he also noticed that there was a dark tide surging in Holy Terra.

"That brother foresaw all this..."

Guilliman took out a portrait from the file. The portrait showed a young lord, but his appearance was a little blurry.

That was the image he saw in Magnus's sorcery formation. He was sure that the other party was the Demon Eater, his brother's true body.

In front of the Golden Throne, the brother gave him some psychic information before leaving.

It was about the situation in Holy Terra, telling him to be wary of certain Supreme Lords.

Guilliman looked at the portrait and felt a little relieved.

After he woke up, the world he faced was so strange.

The former brothers died, betrayed, and the rest disappeared.

The blood of the Primarch separated him from the people around him.

Those people revered him as a demigod, respectfully, as if he was not of the same species as them.

This made him feel an indescribable loneliness, and he was out of tune with the people and things around him.

Guilliman felt that he was bearing all this alone.

However, now he was no longer alone.

The Primarch knew that there was at least one brother who was alive and supported him in this world, and he was not fighting alone!

Since that brother was familiar with everything that happened on Holy Terra, it proved that the other party was at least within the solar system.

He was even hiding in Holy Terra.

He felt that the other party was not too far away from him.

Guilliman sighed slightly.

From the tone of that brother, he sensed that the other party was evading and unwilling to take on the responsibility of the Empire.

Moreover, the father's restraint on that son was too loose, which was completely different from his previous attitude towards his sons.

This was not okay!

The Primarch's expression became serious. As one of the sons, with such powerful abilities, how could he evade his own responsibilities.

He must invite that brother back and join hands to revive the Empire!

Thinking of this, Guilliman stared at the portrait, as if he wanted to remember its appearance firmly in his mind.

He was confident that he could find the other person in the crowd at a glance.

After a while, Guilliman realized something and gently put the portrait down.

It was time for the meeting.

The heir of the Govendi family asked for an audience, and seemed to want his help.

It seemed that they did not have a good relationship with the high lord of the wandering merchants, Kania Danda, so they came to him for help.

This was just right.

Kania Danda had clearly opposed the new policy, and he needed to support new merchants.

Guilliman gently pressed the bell on the table, signaling the servant to let Shashim and his staff in.

…

At the door of the Supreme Commander's office.

Ron and Shashim were allowed to enter the office together.

However, as soon as they walked in, they heard a soft cry.

They looked in the direction of the sound, and there were scattered documents on the ground, and the Primarch was bending over with difficulty, trying to pick up the documents, but his hands could not reach them.

The two sides met each other's eyes, and there was a hint of embarrassment.

The Primarch stood up, showing a warm smile, and said in a self-deprecating tone:

"Sorry, I made you laugh. Although this armor saved my life, it caused me a lot of trouble, and I have to wear it all the time..."

Guilliman came over and motioned for the two to sit down on the stone chair for the reception: "Please sit down, both of you."

Ron was about to sit down when he realized that the Primarch's eyes were locked on him, as if he was examining something.

He touched his beard and felt a little nervous.

Wouldn't it be recognized by Old Ji like this?

This cloned body was transformed according to the physiological characteristics of the family of the vassal steward of the Govendi family, and it used a completely different appearance.

And the soul consciousness invested was very weak.

It was just the strength of an ordinary person.

"Have we met before?"

Guilliman took a look and suddenly asked, he felt that the other party was a little familiar.

Hearing this, Ron immediately said respectfully:

"Yes, sir, I have participated in the pilgrimage and am in the team behind you.

You should have seen me on the pilgrimage..."

"No wonder, Mr. Grant, please sit down..."

Guilliman nodded and sat on the stone chair with his huge body.

He didn't think much about it. This staff member named Grant did participate in the pilgrimage.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and sat down behind Shahim.

As expected, Guilliman's psychic perception was a little...slow, and he had discovered it in front of the Golden Throne.

It was a bit difficult to pass information to him.

This was actually a good thing, which meant that Guilliman's consciousness would be more firm and not easily corrupted by Chaos.

Moreover, his defense against Chaos attacks was also high.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he was so tough, directly reducing the attack of those Chaos beings.

Soon, the conversation between the two sides began.

Shahim roughly recounted the unfair treatment he had encountered, and at the same time said that there was a problem with his territory and he was eager to go back to deal with it.

He hoped to get the help of the Primarch, speed up the verification process, and inherit the family legacy quickly.

Guilliman happily agreed, and talked with Shahim and the others in a spring breeze.

Pull him into his camp.

But Ron could sense the fatigue and sadness hidden behind that smile.

Guilliman had been holding on, trying to handle all matters as a qualified leader.

And he also took care of other people's feelings.

It's not easy for Brother Guilliman...

Ron felt a little guilty, and he said to himself:

"If you become rich, don't forget me!

When I become rich, I will drive a Titan and support you!"

However, the next second.

He glanced at a portrait on the ground that looked like himself, and the guilt in his heart disappeared for the most part.

You are so good, Guilliman, you are so concerned about your brother!

You want to find me and drag me to Holy Terra to be a cow and horse, right?

Sweating profusely.

Now, Ron wants to run away even faster.

After waiting for the conversation to end and getting the warrant with the Primarch's emblem, Ron followed Shashim out with a sense of relief.

This place should not be stayed for long!

When Ron was about to step out of the office.

The Primarch's voice suddenly came, carrying a hint of irresistibility: "Wait a minute."

? ? ?

Ron tried his best to control his emotions and turned around stiffly.

Then, he saw the Primarch's apologetic smile: "Mr. Grant, can you please help pick up the documents on the ground?"

"No... no problem."

Ron walked back.

He quickly picked up the documents and walked out of the office quickly.

Guilliman did not doubt Mr. Grant's attitude. People were always a little afraid of him.

I don't know why, but he asked him for help.

The Primarch continued to look at the documents.

A long time passed.

He suddenly raised his head and frowned.

I always feel like I missed something?

…

Ebony Holy Grail Cathedral.

This is the headquarters of the Sisters, and one of the sanctuaries of the Living Saint Saint Celestine is here.

The silver-haired angel was wearing a silky robe and stood on the balcony.

She seemed to be expecting something.

Soon, the twin saints flew over and told her a message: Mr. Shasim and his staff had left Holy Terra on a merchant ship.

Saint Celestine frowned steadily, but did not say anything, after all, it was just a clone of Mr. Demon Eater.

Since he is not willing to meet her for the time being, forget it.

She vaguely felt that they would be able to meet in another place soon...

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Airspace.

Govendi.

A room in the cabin.

"The escape was successful, and I am finally going back!" Ron lay on the sofa, drinking iced cola comfortably.

After obtaining the original body's warrant, he and Shashim immediately went to get the hereditary contract.

Let Shashim officially inherit the legacy of the Govendi family and become an imperial blood merchant.

After that, they went to the airport without stopping and left the solar system as quickly as possible.

This trip to Terra successfully achieved its goal, and it was time to go back and vigorously develop the territory.

Soon, Guilliman will assemble a fleet to launch an expedition against the Chaos forces, and she cannot fall behind.

At least before Guilliman enters the Garden of Nurgle, she must have enough strength to participate in this war.

Burning the Chaos God's lair, how can the great savior miss such a thing.

And he must also help the goddess of life.

Ron was drinking his iced cola leisurely.

Suddenly, he heard a shocking news on the ship's public channel...