Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"You are right..."

The think tank director nodded: "Although the Baal system is barren, the Blood Angels should be able to afford these things. They will definitely not refuse our request."

After all, the Sharks are brothers who came from afar to support us.

The Blood Angels are not that rich. They are considered poor among large war groups, but even if they cannot meet all the supply requests of the Sharks, they will give more or less.

At least it can alleviate the financial crisis of the war group.

Since the Sharks have no home planet as a base, they do not have the supply of the Empire's finances.

Not only did they fall into gray transactions with pirate war gangs, but the dignified Sharks captain also went to fight in black boxing for some resources.

Duel with Chaos Space Marines.

It is so poor that it is almost worthless, and it has fallen into a vicious circle of getting poorer and poorer.

Of course.

If the Sharks stop fighting and fight fewer battles, these problems can be greatly alleviated.

But that is impossible.

The Man-eater Shark cannot stop fighting, cannot stop the sacred mission of destroying the enemies of mankind, otherwise there is no need for it to exist.

So.

After receiving the request for help from the Blood Angels, they immediately rushed over.

The think tank director sighed slightly and continued to report:

"My lord, we have recently completed a comprehensive statistical analysis of the harvest and war damage, and the results are not optimistic..."

The war group leader Tiberus suddenly raised his head.

He trembled and asked:

"Emperor, have our losses become greater?"

The think tank director nodded: "Yes, more than the previous losses in Outland..."

Hearing this.

The black eyes of the cold war group leader seemed to have lost their souls, as if the sky had fallen: "Alas, the days of the Man-eater Shark are almost unbearable..."

He looked at the think tank director:

"You are the brain and wisdom of the war group, I beg you to come up with a solution quickly!"

"My lord, I have tried my best, why don't you change a think tank to manage the finances..."

The think tank director said indifferently, and just gave up.

He was so exhausted by financial problems that he had no time to meditate.

Every day he tried to find new sources of resources, and he was stingy with his spending, and he even cut down the research funds for himself and his think tank apprentices by half.

Still powerless.

He shouldn't have accepted the invitation to join the Man-eater Shark, otherwise he would have been enjoying a good life in the wealthy warband!

The think tank director complained secretly in his heart.

But that was just a complaint, and his feelings for the Man-eater Shark were no less than anyone else.

He looked at the warband leader:

"My lord, I have reminded you that it is not a wise choice to come back from the Outland, but you don't believe it. Now the facts prove that you should believe in the wisdom of the think tank!"

Tiberus was unable to refute, so he had to sigh: "Who would have thought that the empire has become so poor..."

In order to break out of the vicious circle of getting poorer and poorer.

He did not hesitate to violate the tradition of the warband and temporarily led five companies of soldiers from the Outland back to the empire to make a living.

To support some of the Imperial planets attacked by heretics and aliens, hoping to get more supplies.

This way, we can not only eliminate the enemies of mankind, but also solve the problem of the Man-eater Shark.

Unexpectedly, those planets are poorer than each other and cannot provide decent supplies, especially the resources required by the Space Marines are relatively expensive, and many planets can't afford it at all.

But since they accepted the other party's request for help, they can't ignore it, otherwise it will violate their faith and loyalty to the Emperor.

So they can only bite the bullet and fight on.

After several battles, the loss of the regiment is greater than that in the Outer Domain.

Just like the last time.

The Man-eater Shark finally caught a planet that was relatively rich in historical records and assisted the local governor to eliminate the threat of gene stealers.

After the battle, they found that the supplies given by the other party were so poor.

It was almost like sending beggars.

This made Tiberus feel humiliated, and he caught the governor and questioned him, ordering him to provide more resources.

However.

The governor said that this was all the resources they could get together, and there was really no way to pay more.

I hope the angels can forgive me.

Tiberus was furious.

He thought he was deceived, so he led his warriors to break into the treasury of the governor's palace and prepared to rob it.

He wanted to make a fortune.

However, he didn't expect that the palace treasury was so empty that even rats could run through it. There was almost nothing valuable.

When the governor saw this scene, he lost his pride and elegance and completely lost his noble demeanor.

He cried and told the truth.

Tiberus then learned that this planet was indeed relatively wealthy in history.

But that was all in the past.

Since the empire raised the tax level of this planet decades ago, it has begun to spend more than it earns.

The governor had to sell the property in the family treasury to make up for the shortfall of the tithe.

To save his life.

In recent years, the regent has launched the Indomitable Crusade.

In order to make up for the financial gap caused by the Indomitable Crusade, the empire has imposed additional taxes on these wealthy planets, making the situation on the planets even worse.

The governor told Tiberus with his neck stiff.

They really couldn't offer more compensation, and they might not even be able to collect the next tithe!

Seeing this.

Tiberus had no choice but to spare the governor's life. He always had a special tolerance for poor people.

After all, that guy is poorer than me. Maybe he will be hit by a bomb next time because he can't pay taxes. Forgive him this time.

The governor prayed to the angels of the Shark, hoping that they could report the situation of the planet to Holy Terra to reduce the level of the eleventh tax.

Otherwise, after paying a few more rounds of taxes, the planet will be destroyed!

In this regard.

Tiberus was powerless. The influence of the Shark in Holy Terra was almost zero. The rash proposal might have a counter-effect.

But the commander of the regiment still thought of a way.

He told the governor that he could report more losses, saying that the population and property of the planet were plundered by the Shark.

Only in this way can the close attention of the Inquisition and relevant institutions be aroused, and the opportunity to re-evaluate and reduce taxes can be obtained.

In fact.

The empire's eleventh tax is not too cruel.

It is basically set according to the planet's bearing capacity. For some planets that cannot afford it due to disasters, they will be re-evaluated and given the eleventh tax level they can afford.

But the law is the law, and the execution is different.

Some planets that are overwhelmed have indeed submitted applications for reassessment, but they may not be seen by the people in charge of handling the matter for decades or even hundreds of years.

Or they may not want to take responsibility or care after seeing it.

Even if some assessment applications are seen and enter the execution procedure, it is unknown how many years have passed when the process is completed and people are sent.

It is not certain whether those planets still exist.

Therefore, there are laws, and whether they can be reassessed belongs to the scope of metaphysics.

Often only a very few lucky planets or those supported by nobles can be reassessed and the tithe tax can be reduced.

Tiberus' suggestion is to take a different approach and choose to let the Man-eating Shark take the blame to attract the attention of the Empire.

When people from the Tribunal and other institutions rush over, no one can ignore the appeal of this planet, especially when it involves the Imperial Angels.

In this case, this planet will most likely be reassessed at the level of the tithe tax.

The governor heard Tiberus' suggestion.

He seemed to see hope, and knelt down in tears, thanking the Emperor's angels for their kindness.

The angels saved the people of this planet again!

But when the governor looked up, he saw the unfriendly eyes of the Shark Angels.

Tiberus beat the governor violently and asked the think tank director to personally erase his memory in order to deal with the review of the Inquisition.

After that.

He led the Sharks to plunder some resources and population in the local area appropriately.

He left.

In Tiberus's opinion, the Sharks took the blame for the planet, so they had to charge some interest, right?

The governor got a tax reduction, and the Sharks got some resources without any burden.

This is a win-win situation.

As for the investigation of the Inquisition, he was not worried.

The Sharks have long been notorious.

In some dark and cruel legends, they are extremely cruel, like to massacre humans, and even kill the population of an entire galaxy.

But in fact.

Most of this is not the responsibility of the Sharks.

For example, the Badab War.

The Sharks returning from the outer domain were accepted into the Empire's army to fight against the Renegade Space Marines together.

They followed the scorched earth strategy of the senior noble commanders, and attacked the planets of the traitors one after another with the Imperial Army and the Fire Angels.

The Sharks performed their mission perfectly.

They destroyed the main infrastructure according to the order, and dealt with any enemies who blocked them in a brutal and fierce manner.

In the end, all the traitors were crushed.

Of course.

This war also paid a price, and the fierce fighting led to the destruction of several planets.

However.

After the Sharks collected the spoils and left as agreed, the Empire threw all the black pots on the Sharks, causing them to suffer a lot of criticism.

Became notorious.

In this regard.

Tiberus was also very embarrassed.

As the main force, the Fire Angels did something similar to the Sharks, and finally not only gained the right to rule the galaxy, but also sealed up all the dark legends about them.

Became an angel to save the galaxy.

He just came to help. The order was given by the Empire, and the war was fought by everyone, but he took all the black pots.

What's more,

The Sharks didn't get much benefit, they just looted the property in the Traitor Space Marines' fortress.

That was originally agreed upon.

An even more unfair evidence is that the Sharks looted a whole generation of young people in the galaxy.

How many people can the Sharks carry with their few broken ships?

Even if they are full, they can't take away many people, and they can't afford the material needs of so many people.

Indeed.

The Sharks did take away a group of people, put those people into the arena to participate in the trial, and selected the survivors to become new blood.

But that is definitely not the reason for the Empire to attack and judge them.

Due to the shortage of population and poverty.

The requirements for the Sharks to select new blood are already very low, just for the arena duel, about one in ten is drawn.

When those large war groups select new blood, they often gather young people from an entire planet or even a galaxy to participate in several cruel trials, and finally put them into the arena.

After these processes, there are often mountains of corpses.

The Sharknado only has about a thousand Space Marines, and only that many can be deployed each time to replenish new blood, and the rate is only one in ten, which is already very conservative.

The process by which some planetary governors select their escorts is more cruel than this.

In short, Tiberius felt that he was wronged.

He has seen the shamelessness of the imperial nobles and decided not to get involved in these things.

After supporting Baal.

He led the man-eating sharks back to the outer lands and stopped paying attention to the empire's troubles!

After the director of the think tank reported the situation of the man-eating shark, the giant white slogan also located Barr's location and set sail again.

now.

The cabin was shaking violently, and the roar of the engine could be clearly heard.

The ship's power engine was like an asthma patient, dragging the ship forward with difficulty.

Tiberos steadied himself.

He looked up at the director of the think tank and said earnestly:

"You go and remind the boys who are driving the boat to be gentle and careful when driving the boat. Don't let this old thing fall apart."

This old Tyrant-class cruiser is already the most dignified car of the Man-Eating Shark.

In case it falls apart.

From now on, he, a dignified chapter leader, can only travel by frigate or battle barge.

How embarrassing that would be...

soon.

The Geller force field with a huge white slogan rose, and black smoke emitted from its butt as it entered the subspace passage.

——

The depths of the extreme star field.

The red scar opened the bloody curtain.

The aging supergiant star is imprisoned in this red prison, sending heat to the sparse planets around it.

This makes this wild area full of radiation even more unsuitable for people to survive.

In fact, the red scar area is unfit for any human habitation.

It’s not just water scarcity.

Deadly red mist that can obscure the sun often appears on some planets.

But because there are some scarce resources here, coupled with some kind of religious belief, there are still many humans living here.

They rely on their own genes or certain drugs to resist the terrible radiation.

But even so, their bodies still suffered from varying degrees of pathology and suffered from common cancers.

For people with red scarred areas.

Cancer is just a common disease, just like hunger, it is a normal part of life.

But all is not without hope of change.

In addition to the deformed mortals, there are also a group of angels living here. They have fair skin, handsome faces, and powerful bodies that are pure and flawless and free from deformations.

As long as you go through a test that is more painful than death and survive successfully, you can become one of them.

This is the Baal Galaxy.

And those angels are the descendants of Sanguinius - the Blood Angels.

now.

Talon accumulated the fury of revenge and locked onto this area.

Dante, the leader of the Blood Angels Chapter, issued a rallying order, summoning all the descendants of Sanguinius and the brothers who could support them to defend this sacred mother star.

now.

The cloudless red sky of Bale was filled with the criss-crossing wakes of shuttles.

The blunt-nosed assault ships of the Space Marines crowded the anchorages in orbit, and dozens of battle barges were arranged in narrow formations, forming a long line.

The descendants of Saint Gilliam arrived.

On the orbital anchorage platform, the servants of the Blood Angels were eagerly entertaining the coming sub-regiment warriors.

Direct them to the monastery.

Most of the warriors of these sub-groups have old armor, and it seems that the children of Sanguinius are not having a hard time.

A certain sub-regiment disembarked from the small battle barge carrying a broken yellow battle flag that had been repaired many times.

The yellow armor on their bodies was full of signs of damage, and their faces showed sadness.

But he exuded an indomitable momentum.

The blood servants paid homage to the warriors of the Sons of Sanguinius, silently mourning their tragic fate.

I heard that this sub-regiment was ambushed again during the battle and lost most of its soldiers, equipment and combat barges.

This made the already difficult battle group even worse.

suddenly.

Boundless shadows covered the entire anchorage and all the battle barges.

Such a change made the blood servants scream in surprise.

They looked up and saw an unimaginably vast fleet, each one larger and gleaming than a battle barge.

The appearance of such a steel behemoth in the airspace is undoubtedly terrifying.

But the blood servants soon smiled.

Because they saw a familiar sign, that was the fleet of the great savior!

To be more precise, it is the Savior's transport fleet.

Different from the sub-group who don’t know why.

When the Blood Angels saw the arrival of the transport ship, they all felt inexplicable excitement and anticipation.

During the battle in the Hades galaxy, they felt the savior's majesty and grandeur, and knew well what was carried on these transport ships.

It will be rich equipment and materials that they can't imagine.

As for the Redemption Armed Fleet, they have already deployed defenses in the area around Baal.

soon.

The blood servants followed the Lord's guidance and mobilized the orbital air defense.

Let the Savior's transport fleet pass freely.

According to Dante's words, the Baal galaxy is handed over to the savior. That being can do whatever he wants, as long as Baal is not completely blown up.

Planet surface.

Surrounding the extinct volcano in the center of the blood-red desert stands a sacred building larger than the city.

It was the monastery of the Blood Angels.

High defensive towers were built on the high wall of the "Ax Wall" built along the edge of the ancient crater.

The huge triangular armored glass dome covering several square kilometers of the Angel Dome has been closed, covering the ancient crater with impenetrable diamonds.

The interior of the extinct volcano has also undergone tremendous changes. The interior has been excavated and developed into one area after another, and the buttresses shaped like huge angels surround the interior.

Thousands of glittering windows are interspersed between the walls.

There are one passage after another here, which can go to any area unimpeded.

In a warehouse area on the periphery.

The first captain of the Blood Angels, Karaen, exhaled lightly and used an oilcloth dipped in holy oil to wipe the leg armor of a large equipment.

He took a step back and looked at the Destroyer Centurion armor with satisfaction.

After careful polishing and applying holy oil.

The whole armor is so sacred and majestic under the light.

Karaen loves it and likes the feeling of driving it to defeat the enemy.

It is worthy of being a creation given by the Savior. The driving experience is simply invincible.

He looked up and exclaimed devoutly: "Praise the Savior!"

At this moment, there are another two hundred Centurion armors parked in the back. These sacred armors belong to the Blood Angels!

After the Hades Galaxy War ended.

The Savior saw that the Blood Angels were reluctant to wear these armors, as if they were treasures, so he didn't have the heart to take them back.

But he waved his hand and gave them all to them, which moved the Blood Angels.

After this period of experience, the Savior has an unparalleled prestige within the Blood Angels.

It can be said that.

These descendants of Sanguinius are about to become the shape of the Savior.

Suddenly.

Karaan heard the roar outside the warehouse, and at the same time received a contact from the Savior's logistics department.

Please come out to receive supplies.

After receiving the communication, Karaan trotted all the way to the door of the warehouse.

"Emperor!"

The scene in front of him stunned the captain.

The square area at the entrance was already filled with equipment and supplies. One after another, the Centurion armor stood there, and there was almost no end in sight. Next to it was a mountain of armor boxes, almost all of which were Terminator armor.

Another higher mountain was ordinary armor, bolt guns, power swords and other equipment, as well as countless ammunition.

These equipment of inestimable value were piled on the ground so casually!

Not far away.

There were also engineering machinery unloading goods from the transport ship to the ground at a very fast speed.

Karaen seemed to be shocked and a little dazed.

All the equipment of their Blood Angels combined could not compare to these, right?

"Hello, Lord Karaen, I am Fuli, the person in charge of this logistics..."

A gentle female voice sounded.

Fuli looked at the captain of the first company and reminded him: "Twenty thousand sets of Space Marine equipment and two thousand five hundred Centurion armor have been delivered. Please sign for them..."

She handed the data board to the other party and motioned for him to sign.

"Emperor, savior, are all these equipment for us?!"

Karan roared in his heart.

That was the wealth that the Blood Angels had never had before, and they were more confident!

He suppressed his excitement, glanced at the "equipment mountain" again, swallowed his saliva and asked: "Ms. Fuli, look at the number of these equipment... It seems to be more than 20,000 sets, right?"

He took a quick look and found that the armor equipment in front of him was more than 20,000 sets.

That is at least several times the number, enough to arm tens of thousands of Space Marines!

Not to mention that there are more equipment and vehicles being unloaded.

Hearing this.

Fulli frowned, a little nervous:

"Is there an error in the logistics delivery? Then we will be held accountable!"