Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Dream, bridge.

Ron looked at the void outside the dome. The ship's gunfire was still fierce. The Redemption Fleet was encircling the Tyranid alien biological ship.

It was not just the war in space. The counterattack against Tyranids on the surface of Baal and Bawei had also begun.

The Tyranid swarms that lost their command system had no power to fight back at all. Batch after batch of swarms were easily strangled.

From this moment on, the battle between Baal and Tyranids was over.

The next step was nothing more than cleaning up the bugs in the entire galaxy. There was no threat at all.

"The flesh and blood of these bugs are all good things. Don't waste them..."

Ron looked at the pieces of meat in the void and said with some heartache.

Because the Tyranid living biological ships were huge and numerous, the large pieces of meat left by their death had formed a group of celestial bodies like asteroids.

The Savior has always advocated thrift and saving. He should save when he should save and spend when he should spend. He took making the best use of things and plucking the feathers of the passing geese as the core concept.

Even if a Chaos Demon passes through the territory, it will be caught and plucked, and then left crying naked.

Some unlucky demons have been locked up in the basement of the Demon Research Institute for decades of research. They have been studied from top to bottom, inside and out, and countless weapons and drugs have been tested on them, which is extremely tragic.

They are the kind that will drool even if they are cured.

Even so, the Demon Research Institute is still unwilling to exile those demons and capture new demon test subjects, saying that they are used to it and other demons are not effective.

In fact, they just want to save some money.

Now, the precious protein is right in front of us.

If this is wasted, Ron probably won't be able to sleep when he goes back.

There is no way, the amount of these proteins is too huge!

After the failure of the invasion of the Leviathan Hive Fleet, countless insect bodies were left in the Bal Galaxy, which can be said to be piled up into planets.

Almost increased the mass of the entire galaxy by nearly one third.

These proteins are enough to feed dozens or even more human beings in star regions, and they are eaten in a pure meat way.

If some grain starch is added to it, more people can be fed.

It is an unimaginable meat harvest.

Ron contacted the head of the logistics department and ordered him to come up with a perfect plan to recycle these flesh and blood debris.

In his plan, these insect flesh and blood proteins will be made into canned insect meat for human consumption.

Of course, the Savior Territory itself has a complete animal husbandry system. More than ten animal husbandry planets raise a large number of large meat-producing creatures such as Crox beasts and Sgro beasts, and also have several ocean worlds to supply fish.

So there is no shortage of meat in the territory.

These canned insect meats, which seem to be not very healthy at present, are at most for the citizens of the territory to taste.

The main function of canned insect meat is to dump them at low prices.

The territory plans to sell these canned insect meats to the poor Imperial Star Army at a low price, so that more imperial soldiers can eat meat, which is at least much better than those messy contaminated cans and ant cow cans.

It can also be used as disaster relief supplies to supply some planets suffering from famine and save more humans.

After dealing with the insect meat.

Ron began to pay attention to another matter, waiting for the other party's response.

As time passed, the savior's brows gradually frowned, and the light of the artillery fire shone on his gloomy face.

Finally, he couldn't help asking: "Hasn't there been a reply yet?"

The Battle of Baal is coming to an end.

But it does not mean the end of all wars. There are still many Leviathan tentacle fleets invading the territory of the empire.

Those tentacle fleets did not know what information they received, and they still maintained an offensive momentum, as if they wanted to plunder a batch of biomass before leaving.

The defeat of the Leviathan hive will does not mean the destruction of all swarms. Those tentacle fleets that are out of control are very likely to give birth to new hive wills.

Let the swarm continue.

But those redeveloped swarms have little to do with Leviathan.

They will be named after the new Tyranid high-level controllers.

Of course, that's all later.

Even if the swarm begins to recover, it will not threaten the territory in a short time, not to mention that the territory will have its own swarm by then.

What's more troublesome is the empire's extermination order.

The supreme lords and high-ranking nobles of Holy Terra are extremely afraid of the threat of Leviathan, and are worried that the Tyranid swarm will spread to the Solar Star Region and cause more damage.

In order to stop the Leviathan swarm from moving forward, they have formulated a very cruel plan.

That is to create a long isolation belt on the way of the swarm and destroy all life and matter in it.

In this way, they are forced to change their route and go to other areas, no longer threatening the Solar Star Region.

This is a trick of dying friends rather than dying poor Taoists.

In order to protect the interests of the Solar Star Region, those guys in Holy Terra don't care about the life and death of other star regions at all, and will create unimaginable casualties.

It can only be said that those areas are unlucky.

Because they are adjacent to the Solar Star Region and Holy Terra, they not only have to sacrifice their own development to supply more resources.

Now that they have encountered a disaster, they have to use themselves as a barrier to protect the core of the empire.

Ron did the math.

If the cruel extermination order is successfully implemented, it will destroy an area equivalent to dozens of star regions and thousands of planets.

The number of humans who died due to the extermination order may be more than the number of human planets devoured by Leviathan in recent years.

After all, when the Tyranids invade a planet, they have to arrange thieves inside the planet and wait for them to slowly infiltrate and mature and light up the psychic lighthouse.

Then they lock the psychic lighthouse and spend years or even decades sailing to eat buffets, and they have to be beaten.

But the speed of the imperial extermination order destroying planets is much faster.

He can even think of what the empire will do.

First send people to collect the tithe tax in advance and plunder.

After that, let the naval fleet responsible for guarding the local area accept the order to enter the low-Earth orbit and launch one cyclone torpedo after another under the terrified eyes of the humans on the surface of the planet.

The local imperial troops will destroy the world they protect with their own hands and kill the imperial people who pay the tithe tax to support them.

Perhaps those imperial troops are not willing to do this.

But for the sake of their loyal beliefs, for the Empire, and for the will of the Emperor, they had to become executioners who destroyed the worlds they protected.

That was an order that could not be refused.

Otherwise, they would be treated as heretics and die in humiliation.

Those imperial troops had no way to resist.

The Empire dealt with internal rebellions very quickly, and often with excessive strikes.

What's more, the powerful Imperial Guards in the Holy Terra Palace were sent by the Empire to supervise the execution of the order.

The Imperial Guards are the Emperor's guards.

They are the most powerful super-genetically modified warriors other than the Primarchs, equipped with golden weapons and equipment supervised by the Emperor himself, and enjoy the best resource investment of the Empire.

These ceilings of the Empire's combat power and the most powerful troops are only responsible to the Emperor and execute the Emperor's will.

The power is unstoppable!

Not to mention the local guards or the Imperial Navy, even the Space Marines can't refuse the orders of the Imperial Guards.

Otherwise, they will only become corpses under the attack of the Imperial Guards!

The Imperial Guards are so powerful.

If the Imperial Guards gather and are determined to attack any force in the Empire, no one can stop them.

Even the Savior's territory.

The decapitation tactic alone is enough to kill all the senior personnel.

This means that under the supervision of the Imperial Guards, the extermination order will inevitably be executed, and those human worlds are doomed to perish.

Almost no one can stop this.

Whether the Empire has its own reasons or not, this matter is too hellish, not to mention that the threat of Leviathan has been lifted, and executing the extermination order is just a meaningless sacrifice!

Or now the only one who can stop the Imperial Guards is him, the Savior.

Ron sighed: "I hope it's not too late..."

According to the detection of the Dream's detection radar, a planet in a nearby galaxy area has been destroyed by a cyclone torpedo.

If no timely intervention is made, the extermination order will cause more pain and despair.

Because the communication equipment used by the Imperial Guards is a generation gap from the equipment in the Savior's territory, and coupled with the interference of the Tyranid Shadow, it is not so easy to contact those Imperial Guards remotely.

Fortunately, after the efforts of the communication sage, he finally contacted the nearest imperial guard and sent him a communication message.

In the name of the Primarch of Hope, Ron told the other party that the Leviathan Hive Will had died, the entire Hive Fleet was on the verge of destruction, the threat of Tyran had been lifted, and the Empire did not need to continue to execute the extermination order.

He did not use the tone of command, but was negotiating with the other party.

In theory, no one except the Emperor, even the Primarch, could command the Imperial Guard.

After all, the Imperial Guard is the Emperor's personal guard, and it is also the most powerful force in the palace and even in the Empire, which is related to the life and safety of the Emperor.

If other people can command the Imperial Guard, what is the difference between that and wearing a yellow robe?

The Golden Throne is for you to sit.

What's more, in the absence of any Emperor or Primarch-level figure, the leader of the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards Marshal, has almost the same authority as the Emperor and acts on behalf of the Emperor.

His power is above that of other high lords.

And the Imperial Guards is also one of the important players in the Terra political game.

Their spies are almost omnipresent, always monitoring the core departments and high-ranking nobles of the Empire to prevent them from disobeying the will of the Emperor.

The trinity of power, strength and intelligence is simply an invincible existence in the Empire.

Unless there is a problem with the mind and nerves, no one is willing to provoke these guys, even the Primarch.

It can be said that as long as the Grand Admiral of the Guards is willing, he can come out to lead the entire Empire and become the Regent of the Empire before the return of the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman.

But he did not do so.

Instead, he followed the ancient restriction decree and hid in the palace with the Guards to guard the Emperor's bones.

These otakus either cry and repent every day, or reflect on their dereliction of duty, which caused the Emperor to suffer such harm.

Even if the Empire is in turmoil and in dire straits.

This most powerful force in the Empire has never come out to move.

That is, recently, the Grand Admiral of the Guards may have been dreamed by the Emperor, or he may feel that if this continues, the Empire will be completely finished.

Only then were they willing to lift the restrictive decree and allow the imperial guards to move around.

I don’t know how the high lords persuaded the Marshal of the Forbidden Army to send out such a large number of Forbidden Army to execute the extermination order.

This has led to the current embarrassing situation.

While Ron was waiting nervously, the assistant in charge of communications suddenly looked strange.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and saluted and reported the current situation:

"Save... Lord Savior, there was a communication from the Forbidden Army. She... refused your order..."

Ron looked at the assistant:

"Put the communication out and listen to what the guy said."

The assistant projected the voice of the Imperial Guard, and a female voice with a firm and irrefutable tone appeared: "I hope that Your Excellency, the Primarch, I have passed this information to my superiors. The extermination order will continue to be implemented until a new order is issued. This is the Emperor's His will must not be disobeyed.”

This communication recording plunged the atmosphere into a gloomy mood.

The Imperial Guard did not follow the savior's request and still chose to continue executing the extermination order.

Hearing this, Ron took a deep breath: "Trouble!"

The Custodian's reply fit his stereotype of these Golden Corn Spirits, utterly loyal to the Emperor and ruthless.

False Custodes: The role models of Imperial warriors, even if they are excellent guardians, they are also an inspiring symbol.

The real Forbidden Army: their emotional intelligence is almost zero or negative, and they are full of arrogant people and super bullies who question everything.

The only advantage is to resolve various conflicts.

The specific form is to turn all conflicts into bloody conflicts, and then kill the opponent in the name of the emperor.

The Imperial Guard obviously still had some emotional intelligence, was able to communicate, and was willing to pass the information he received back to Holy Terra.

But with the empire's communication speed and the efficiency of the supreme lords.

Wait until the supreme lords finish their meeting before contacting the Marshal of the Forbidden Army to issue new instructions.

It is estimated that the extermination order has been implemented long ago.

Even more troublesome is that.

The Imperial Guard directly ignored the authority of the Primarch of Hope, which meant that it was difficult for him, as the Primarch of Hope, to interfere in this matter.

If there is any further obstruction, conflicts may arise.

Actually, that's understandable.

Even though Guilliman was the Primarch of the Empire's prestigious Ultramarines, when he first returned to the Empire, he had to obey the rules given by the Custodes to meet the Emperor.

And they worked hard to win over the Forbidden Army.

It was not until Guilliman became the regent and fully took control of the supreme power of the empire that he had the ability to mobilize the imperial army.

But it was only in the name of the Empire and the Emperor, and the Imperial Guard could refuse his orders at any time.

Of course, the Forbidden Army would not dare to refuse the Regent if it was not necessary.

In other words, among the only two Primarchs to return to the Empire, only Guilliman can speak his mind.

Ron somewhat understood his situation in the empire.

This Primarch of Hope who appeared out of thin air has not been recognized by the Imperial Army, and it is difficult to speak at all!

This will greatly hinder his future activities in the empire, and at least there will be a slight flaw in the legality.

Moreover, if the powerful force of the Forbidden Army cannot be utilized, it will also be a huge loss.

He has been coveting these guys for a long time, hoping to get some equipment, technology or resources from them to arm the Thunder Guards.

It is extremely difficult to do this, but it is not completely impossible.

Ron's thoughts flew by at breakneck speed.

After that recording ended, a new problem was discovered.

Ron took a breath:

"The voice of the Imperial Guard seems to be that of a woman. Are there any women in the Emperor's Imperial Guard? Have you never heard of them before?"

At least I didn't get any relevant news before I traveled to the cesspit of Warhammer.

So what kind of tricks does GW in a high-dimensional world do?

Don't let the whole rainbow of Astartes or Primarchs come out by then, it would be great fun.

The world he knew had changed, and for a moment he had a sense of crisis that things were about to get out of his control.

One of his greatest strengths is his deep understanding of the world and the precious memory of being familiar with where the future will lead.

However, things have changed now and the information advantage has been diminished.

Fortunately, there is only one female Imperial Guard present.

It is not impossible for a special being to appear in the Forbidden Army, not to mention that he cannot assume someone else's gender.

Ron only hopes that the GW in the high-dimensional world will not do too much trouble, or continue to add strength to the human empire in this world.

After all, the node he traveled through was at the end of the timeline. Will something more terrifying happen in the future?

He doesn't know either.

After Ron sorted out these ideas, he turned his attention to the extermination order.

The situation was worse than imagined, but he had to intervene to stop it.

As the savior, I must not give up those human worlds and let them be destroyed by the extermination order, even if this will trigger a conflict with the Forbidden Army!

Ron contacted his deputy commanding officer:

"Taco, mobilize half of the Redemption Fleet to carry out new missions!"

He ordered the Redemption Fleet to deploy troops and follow him to nearby areas to clear out the Tentacle Fleet. In the process, he negotiated with the Forbidden Army to completely prohibit the execution of the Extermination Order!

If those Imperial Guards were ignorant, then he would have no choice but to be rude.

After Ron gave the order, he entered the arsenal in the Savior's Sanctuary.

He needs to get new equipment.

This time he was wearing a set of extremely gorgeous and sacred high-imitation emperor gold armor - the Savior's holy armor*gold suit.

When Ron put on that set of armor, he looked like a golden big guy No. 2.

This was almost like a close-range attack on the Imperial Guards. I don't know if it would make them sad or angry.

Instead, it would leave a deep impression on them.

Ron walked out of the armory, exuding a sacred aura: "This time I want to see if the Savior's words are effective in the Empire!"

This time he was going to have a deep exchange with the Imperial Guards.

If he couldn't deal with these golden corn spirits, he wouldn't have to continue to mix in the Empire in the future...