Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"Sir, it is our honor that you can reach Istrade."

Malaquette did not feel any loss.

He had long been mentally prepared for the fact that there was no assistance.

The Savior was responsible for the defense of Baal, the home planet of the Blood Angels, to resist the main force of the Tyranid swarm.

That was an apocalyptic war, which would cost unimaginable resources and casualties. It was a great fortune to win.

Now this existence must not have much power to support this small planet.

What's more, the Savior just rescued this planet and prevented it from being destroyed by the extinction order, which was already a great gift.

He did not dare to ask for more help.

Malaquette looked at the list of documents and thought silently in his heart:

"This support should be guns and ammunition or logistical supplies. If there are heavy armored tanks or artillery, it would be even better..."

Some important defense lines require more large armed vehicles to garrison.

As for support such as orbital weapon turrets and naval fleets, he did not dare to think about it. The Savior could not have extra fleets to invest here.

Now the planet has avoided the fate of extinction, but the threat of Tyran has not been lifted, and the situation is still difficult.

There is no way, the defense here is too weak.

But he and his fighting brothers are ready to follow the ancient oath and fight bloody battles in this protected place until the last drop of blood is shed.

That is already the best ending.

But when Malakate saw the words on the document clearly, his eyes widened.

The whole person was stunned.

? ? ?

He was a little unbelievable.

These familiar words looked so strange.

He rubbed his eyes again, and after confirming that he had not read the words wrong, he asked tremblingly: "Save... Savior, are you sure this is support for Istrade, is it wrong?"

The amount of support given in the document is a bit unreasonable.

Perhaps, the savior made a mistake in the document.

The captain thought so.

"Huh?"

Ron heard Malakate's question and was a little unconfident. He lowered his head and began to check the document.

This time he came a little hastily, and some mistakes are possible.

After checking it, he did find some unreasonable places. According to the current situation and needs, it was a little less.

Ron looked up at the captain of the White Temple, full of apology:

"Sorry, there is indeed an error in this document. I will contact the person in charge to correct it immediately..."

"Sure enough, the document was wrong."

Malakt confirmed his previous guess and felt deeply disappointed in his heart: "If that is really support for this planet, how great would it be?"

But no matter how you look at it, that support is too luxurious.

Ron immediately contacted the head of the logistics department in front of the captain:

"Hey, yes, adjust the support of Istrade again. I need to end the war here as quickly as possible.

You work harder and mobilize as many resources as possible. That's right, this place will become a model."

Although Malakate did not understand what the savior meant by "model", he was still full of gratitude.

Although the situation was difficult, this existence tried to mobilize the few resources to try to save this planet on the verge of destruction.

After a while, Ron received a new document.

After carefully reading it, he projected the file in front of the captain again:

"This time the guarantee is correct, take a look, if there is anything specific you need, please let me know as soon as possible, I can continue to add..."

After reading the file, Malakate was numb and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Emperor, this, this, this... why is it doubled?"

Everything that happened before his eyes was a bit beyond his cognition.

After confirming it again.

He finally accepted the fact that it was indeed the support promised by the Savior, which was so generous that it was unimaginable!

"Perhaps, you don't have to invest so much power in Istrade, and there are more areas that need support..."

Malakate hesitated and said cautiously.

There is no way.

The support provided by the Savior is really too much!

There are dozens of large warships alone, including many battleships, and more battle groups are attached.

It is equivalent to the collection of more than ten star zone naval fleets.

It doesn't seem to be necessary to send these forces to resist a small tentacle of Tyranids?

That can't even be called resistance.

These fleets can crush the Tyranids to the ground!

Not only that.

The Savior also arranged several large defense platforms in the planet's orbit, and deployed many super-heavy armored vehicles and heavy artillery on the planet's surface to build a large defense fortress.

These defense platforms, heavy artillery, and super-heavy armored vehicles are not temporary deployments, but permanent gifts.

After the war is over.

The Savior's troops will withdraw and leave these things to the planet.

After such a war, the defense force of Istrade, the planet guarded by their White Templar Third Company, not only did not suffer any loss, but increased significantly.

It is almost comparable to the home planet of the White Templar!

What is this?

What made Malakite dizzy was that the Savior also provided additional equipment for the Space Marines of their company.

In addition to the standard armor set including the Terminator armor, there are also many explosive bombs, power, heavy weapons, and several master-level equipment.

More than ten Centurion armors were provided!

These precious armors, weapons, and vehicles will make the Third Company the most powerful company of the White Temple!

Ron waved his hand gently, indicating that the other party did not need to refuse: "It's okay, it's just a little higher than the support standard, and there is also enough support in other places."

"Savior, you are really..."

Malakt's eyes were full of gratitude.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he led the soldiers to kneel on one knee and pay tribute in his heart.

At this time, there is nothing to say except loyalty.

The captain thought of another crucial thing and thought in his heart: "Perhaps, the White Temple needs to study the genes of the Savior..."

The White Temple is worrying about the source of genes and is in an extremely embarrassing situation.

For a long time, the White Templars were considered to be a sub-group of the Imperial Fists, and their gene father was Rogal Dorn, which was an extremely loyal and pure gene.

However, a few years ago, officials from the Ministry of the Interior discovered new genetic information and questioned this statement.

This is a very serious accusation.

The Space Marines of the White Templars were very angry.

After all, thousands of years later, someone suddenly jumped out and told you that you may have recognized the wrong father all along, and you have been worshiping the wrong person for so many years.

Who can stand this?

The more troublesome issue is the issue of loyalty.

The Empire is more defensive against Space Marines, and attaches great importance to the loyalty of their genes.

In the case of unknown genetic sources, the White Templars are in an awkward situation, and they cannot be considered loyal.

Assuming that their genes come from the rebellious Primarch, it will put the entire regiment in danger and more likely to be eliminated.

Because no one can guarantee whether they will go to the real gene father.

Although the warriors of the White Templars are angry, they can do nothing.

They cannot prove themselves.

After years of evolution, their gene seeds have become very different from those of the Imperial Fists.

The intersection of these situations has caused a very serious identity crisis within the White Templars.

They don't know where they came from, nor do they know whether they are loyal.

If this crucial problem cannot be solved, the entire chapter will be at risk of collapse.

Therefore, the White Templars regard this matter as the most important task of the chapter. They launched an expedition to seek the truth and find their true genetic origins.

Most of the White Templars participated in this expedition.

Only a few companies stayed to guard the mother planet and the planet they swore to protect. The third company led by Malaquet was one of them.

The captain felt that the Primarch might also be his genetic father.

It was not unreasonable for him to consider this issue.

In the past ten thousand years, there have been too many disputes within the Empire.

The rebellion of the Primarch, the restrictions of the Astartes Codex, the Expedition of Atonement, etc., have led to the deliberate destruction or loss of many historical materials and genetic data.

The truth of history can often only be guessed from the few remaining words. More Space Marine Chapters don't even know how many Primarchs the Empire has, and what their situation is.

When those who are familiar with history disappear or die one after another, coupled with the rough archive keeping method of the Empire and the erosion of Chaos.

Many truths have been submerged in darkness.

This is also one of the reasons why the White Temple cannot find the truth.

The existing loyal gene data of the Empire has a low degree of compatibility with the genes of the White Temple.

Those accusers even hinted that the genetic source of these Space Marines may be related to the rebellious Primarch.

This is also one of the reasons why the Imperial Guards are so strict and vigilant against them.

If it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Guard Tilis had a relatively calm temper and enough patience, another Imperial Guard would have taken action against them long ago.

The warriors of the White Temple never believe that their gene father will be a rebellious Primarch, and they don't believe that there is a disloyal factor in their genes.

Their genes must be loyal.

The appearance of the Primarch of Hope gave Malaquet a glimmer of hope, which means that another loyal Primarch's genes have appeared.

Perhaps the genes of the White Temple are related to this existence.

He hoped that this was true.

In this way, the White Temple had a living Primarch to protect it, avoiding the crisis of destruction.

There could be further development.

Because this Primarch of hope was extremely wealthy.

Malakate was full of hope. The more he looked at the savior, the more he felt close to him, and even had a faint illusion of blood connection.

For the truth about the origin of genes, the White Temple had been looking forward to it for too long, and had been looking forward to it for too long!

"Gene..."

His eyes were slightly wet, and he almost shouted it out on the spot, causing a scene of great filial piety.

"What's wrong?"

Ron saw that this guy was hesitant to speak, so he asked.

"Nothing, your support makes me a little excited. With your help, this planet will definitely survive the threat of the Tyranid aliens."

Malakate glanced at everyone and shook his head slightly. It was not appropriate to make such a presumptuous request on such an occasion.

After all, recognizing the father of genes is a solemn matter.

He planned to wait until the war was over before holding a ceremony to collectively pray with the soldiers to the savior for genetic seeds that could be tested.

Ron raised his hand and patted the company commander on the shoulder, quite gently: "Don't worry, this planet and the soldiers can survive this war!"

The kind words of the Savior almost made Malakate shed tears. He was full of reverence:

"Your light shines upon us, and the warriors of the White Temple will follow your will!"

Ron nodded slightly.

He always felt that the company commander's attitude changed quickly and was a bit too enthusiastic, even for his own genetic son.

"Did I give too much?" he thought secretly in his heart.

Hiss~

Just when Ron was about to say something else, Tyron's roar suddenly appeared, and several black shadows attacked.

Bang bang bang——

As soon as those Tyranid aliens screamed, they were dealt with by the Forbidden Army and the Thunder Guards.

But it's not over yet.

He felt the strange movement of the Tyranid shadow from the spiritual level.

Zila~

Ron's body was wrapped with psychic arcs, floated into the air, and then used the long-range detection eyepiece.

He discovered that among the mountains dozens of kilometers away, there were strong signs of abnormality, and many groups of dark creatures were gathering and stirring.

There is no doubt about it.

It was the Tyranid pioneer creature that invaded this planet.

They grabbed enough biomass on the surface of the planet, developed more alien insect swarms, and were always ready to attack.

"Lord Savior."

Malakate also received the alarm from the reconnaissance team and immediately reported: "Those aliens are probably going to launch an attack. The alien minions will arrive here within a day at the latest!"

The White Temple has been wary of the aliens in that area. If it weren't for the lack of vehicles and troops, they would have launched an attack long ago.

"This is troublesome..."

Ron frowned slightly:

"It will take two days for the logistics transport fleet to transport the support materials here. It may not be able to catch up with the Tyranid aliens clearing that area."

Malakate took a look at the Imperial Army, the escort team, and the more than two hundred Thunder Imperial Guards around them, and felt a little relieved.

The White Templar warriors, coupled with these powerful forces, should be able to hold this area.

However, the savior’s voice came again:

"Fortunately, I still carry a little bit of guard power with me, and they can be deployed to the surface of the planet immediately..."

Malakate thought that the savior was talking about the team of Thunder Guards, so he replied: "We will cooperate with your personal guards to guard this area!"

"We don't need to defend..."

Ron shook his head slightly: "Just before those aliens gathered, we took the initiative to destroy them!"

He is quite cautious in character.

No matter where they go, they will carry a guard force capable of handling war, and they are the elite among the elite.

The Thunder Guards are just one of them, belonging to the category of personal bodyguards and honor guards.

The guard force usually does not participate in any wars and will only be dispatched when the savior is in danger.

Now that the Tyranid aliens are about to attack this area, it will come in handy.

Ron sent another document to the company commander: "This is the information of the guarding troops and the contact information of the commander. You can communicate and see how to cooperate in combat."

In such a small war scene, you don't need to participate at all.

"Yes, Lord Savior!"

Malakate received the order. He looked at the astonishing troop data listed in the document and fell into confusion again.

"Does the savior drive these troops around? If this guard force participates in the war, it seems that there is no need to wait for support, right?"

No matter how you look at it, you can't lose. Even if the number of aliens on the planet doubles, you can't lose!

The company commander of the White Temple was already considering where to build a memorial square after the victory of the war. He must build a magnificent statue of the Savior.

He began to hope that the savior was the genetic father of the White Templars...

——

airspace.

A large golden-painted strike cruiser arrived outside Istrad's atmosphere, coming menacingly, with the emblem of the Imperial Guard on the hull.

On the bridge.

The tall golden armored figure was armed with power weapons.

That was Lysias, the tribune of the Imperial Guard. His face was serious, with a hint of anger.

It is a rare thing to make a high-ranking commander of the Imperial Guards under the Marshal of the Imperial Guards angry.

Lysias was so angry because the majesty of the imperial army was challenged.

A being who ignored his loyalty to the Emperor and attacked the Emperor's mouthpiece was an extremely serious disloyalty!

What's even more irritating is that that being asked the Imperial Guard to come over and give him an explanation!

How arrogant is this?

If the Imperial Guard does not express this, it will lose all its majesty and will no longer inspire people's awe.

That is an even more dire consequence.

If everyone were like this, they would dare to attack a forbidden soldier without any punishment.

So how can they maintain the Emperor's dignity and protect the Emperor's safety?

Lysias sent a communication to all Custodes on board: "We should warn the Primarch of Hope and give it a deterrent."

He wanted to question whether the Primarch of Hope was still loyal to the Emperor, and whether he had failed the Emperor like those of the rebel Primarch's own children!

Except for questioning.

The tribune of the Imperial Guards has decided to lead the Imperial Guards to confront the Primarch of Hope.

Any Imperial Guards who dare to attack must pay with blood, and those Primarch of Hope who dare to attack the Imperial Guards must pay with their lives!

If the Primarch of Hope really has the elements of rebellion, and regards his own interests as higher than his loyalty to the Emperor, he wants to stop all this and even attacks the Imperial Guards.

This incident can also let the Empire see his true face.

Even if this process will cause some Imperial Guards to lose their lives, it is worth it!

At that time.

The Imperial Guards will officially announce the rebellion of the Primarch to the Empire, and the Imperial Guards will go out in full force to hunt him down.

This may cause serious losses to the Empire, but the hidden darkness is more terrible than the short-term pain.

They must clean up the Primarch who hides the heart of rebellion in time, so as not to gain more power and cause a disaster like Horus to happen again!

Soon, hundreds of Imperial Guards gathered.

The flag-bearing archon held high the eagle flag representing the Emperor and the Empire;

The huge body of the Galatus-type dreadnought mecha was enough to crush any creature;

Behind the dreadnought mecha was the "Alalius" Guards, these warriors were larger and stronger than the Terminators.

After that, it was the Guards led by the veteran Guards Watchers.

Such a well-equipped Guards force can almost break through the defense line of any Imperial force and kill the enemy leader!

After the Guards gathered, they quickly entered the golden "Ares" gunboat and flew to the ground.

…

Istrad, ship landing area.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——

Several "Ares" gunboats were speeding towards the location of the Savior...