Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"Have fun!"

The banshee's sharp claws slowly cut open Ron's clothes, leaving thin traces of blood one after another.

She was toying with her prey, wanting it to die in extreme fear and torture.

For followers of Slaanesh, killing is also a pleasure.

Followers of the Slaanesh Cult like to party in groups and share the ultimate pleasure, but this often leads to killing each other.

When the hive city law enforcement officers arrived, there was often no complete body found at the scene, and some bodies were even stuck together.

They tear off each other's flesh and devour it in their joy!

Ron knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would be disemboweled and tortured to death by the banshee in front of him!

But he still has a chance!

He had already called for rescue, he just needed to buy time.

Ron braced himself and moved towards the bedroom door little by little.

The banshee didn't care at all and patiently left scratches on his body one after another. The blood flowed and dragged long traces on the ground.

Warhammer 40K is so difficult to play that it’s not even safe to be a planetary governor!

Ron gritted his teeth and continued to move. His chance of survival was increasing. As long as he held on until the guards came over, he could survive!

Finally, he climbed to the door and reached out to push it open, but he touched the cold wall.

phantom?

Ron turned around, the banshee blocked him, and there was a hint of joking in Kongdu's eyes.

She is laughing!

The illusion created by the banshee caused him to run into a blind corner. Even if the guards arrived, he wouldn't have much chance of survival!

"Go to hell!"

The banshee obviously had enough fun, so she licked her claws and stabbed hard!

The sharp claws set off a fishy wind, so fast that Ron couldn't see clearly with his naked eyes, and he didn't even have a chance to raise his hand to block it!

The blow was enough to cut him in half!

Suddenly, Ron felt time slow down.

The sharp claws in front of me became clearer and clearer, and even the fur on them was clearly visible.

After finally escaping, are you going to accept death again?

Ron was unwilling to give in. He twisted his body vigorously, trying to avoid the vital point.

As long as there is a breath, there is still a chance!

Along with the will to survive, the familiar power deep in his soul erupted again.

Power emerged instantly, and time seemed to be controlled by something. The sharp claws hovered in mid-air, unable to move.

At some point, a light layer of frost also condensed on the ground.

Ron's eyes flashed with golden lightning, and the electric current overflowed around his body, and the overflowing electric current slapped the ground from time to time.

"Huh~ I finally got the money, let me tell you, without a golden finger, how can I survive in the world of Warhammer 40k!"

Ron got up, all the cells in his body were cheering for joy, his body and even his soul were filled with electric power, and the wounds gradually recovered and scabbed.

This feeling is great, but the whispering in the void is a bit annoying.

That's the call from subspace!

If he guessed correctly, he awakened his psychic powers and became a psyker.

Being a psyker is not necessarily a good thing.

Psykers are a restless element of the Imperium, easily corrupted by the horrific beings of the Warp.

The Empire searches for and captures psykers everywhere, and they are sent to Holy Terra by the Astral Court's black ships for testing.

Psykers who can resist erosion will be used by the empire, while those who are unqualified will be sent to the Golden Throne to burn their souls and dedicate everything to the great God-Emperor.

It is said that the Black Ship sends in a thousand psykers as fuel every day to maintain the operation of the Star Torch.

Keep the empire's subspace channels and information transmission channels smooth.

So as a psyker, Ron's situation is not optimistic.

If his identity is exposed, even if he is a planetary governor, he will still be monitored by the empire and may even be taken away by a black ship.

If he fails to pass the test, he will have no choice but to be sent to the Golden Throne to serve His Majesty the God-Emperor...

His thoughts flashed away, and Ron came back to his senses.

Now is not the time to think about this, we have to deal with this banshee first!

"Die, die!"

The escape of the prey made the sadistic banshee furious. She screamed and struggled, eager to be brutally killed!

The banshee broke free from her restraints and pounced forward, vowing to tear the hateful human in front of her into pieces and swallow her into her belly bit by bit!

However, a fist shining with golden lightning hit her abdomen from bottom up, causing her to fly up in the air and mucus splattered from her mouth.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Ron's other fist followed up and hit the banshee on the cheek: "Climb for me!"

The banshee's face twisted and deformed, and it flew through the colored window and fell to the balcony, motionless.

"died?"

Ron did not rush forward to check to prevent the enemy from counterattacking.

After all, he was still made of flesh and blood. If he was hit by a sharp thorn, he might lose his life.

His concerns were right, such an attack still couldn't kill the banshee.

The banshee suddenly bounced up, and her half-broken head looked at this side resentfully. The strong malice radiated out, making people shudder.

The Banshee is getting stronger!

Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?

Just as Ron was about to go up and fight to the death, there was movement outside, which was the sound of heavy boots stepping on the ground.

He immediately stopped and dispersed his psychic energy.

"Lord Governor!"

boom!

The next moment, the bedroom door burst open.

Carter Crowley, Ron's most loyal guard captain, led a group of fully armed guards and rushed in.

The Praetorian Guards each wield an Imperial-type bolter, are covered in ceramite armor, and are even more unusual in size than ordinary people.

They were well trained and immediately sought out Ron and formed a guard around him while pointing the muzzles of their bolters at the banshee on the balcony.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the banshee on the balcony: "Solve it..."

boom!

Before the words were spoken, the imperial guards pulled the triggers, the fire flashed, and bullets poured out.

The bullets formed a cross chain and smashed the Banshee's body like a broken sack.

After one round of shooting, another round was reloaded.

After two rounds of saturation shooting, Guards Captain Carter quickly walked over.

He pulled out his chainsword and slashed vertically at the Banshee's head, causing flesh and blood to splatter!

Then Carter raised his foot and kicked hard, knocking the banshee's body and the marble fence off the balcony.

After dealing with the banshee, Carter turned around and knelt down in front of Ron, his resolute face full of determination.

"Lord Governor, heretics have been executed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from below the balcony, and the banshee fell to the ground and turned into a box.

Ron looked towards the balcony. The wind blew in through the gap, which was quite refreshing.

Under the moonlight, the balcony and the bedroom, which were spattered with blood and flesh, looked like a tragic murder scene.

These guys are a bit fierce.

Ron looked at the guards. These people seemed to have undergone a certain degree of transformation and were much larger than ordinary people.

Guard captain Carter's figure is even more astonishing. He is two meters tall and has strong muscles.

Genetic modification project?

This body type is almost as big as that of a Space Marine. This family is not simple...

The imperial guards thought that the governor wanted to blame themselves, so they looked at each other and lowered their heads.

"Very good, very energetic, you did a good job!"

Ron nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to pick up Carter, and patted him on the shoulder, leaving the other person at a loss.

It's good to be rough, just be rough!

Chaos is raging in this world, and only strong men can keep it under control.

At this moment, Ron's fear had disappeared without a trace, and he realized it!

All fear stems from lack of firepower.

He wants to develop his power, explode his troops, attack with endless legions, and cover all enemies with fierce artillery fire!

Slaanesh, right? I remember it, and I will definitely poke you when I get the chance in the future!

Just as Ron was distracted, a nervous voice interrupted him.

"Your Majesty the God Emperor, are you okay, sir?"

Bayev Cotton, the senior manager of the Grant family, hurried in with a nervous look on his face.

As Ron's confidant, he manages various chores and personnel in the Wangting District.

They will even help with some government affairs, which is a heavy responsibility.

From the corner of his eye, Bayev saw a trace of frost remaining on the ground and couldn't help but frown.