Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Three days later.

Under Baal, cave.

As the vibrations on the surface in the distance gradually weakened, the rubble in the cracks stopped sliding, and a trace of tranquility returned to the surroundings.

Zila~

The mechanical light flickered and the light dimmed a lot.

That meant that the last bit of energy in this cave was about to run out, and this refuge would fall into darkness.

Santong glanced at the mechanical light and didn't care too much. Even without a light source, these genetically modified warriors could see objects clearly in the dark.

It was just not that comfortable.

What's more, the warriors of the Son of Man will also leave here to face the Tyranids and welcome the final battle.

The fire was lit again.

Due to the lack of energy intake for a long time, the stomachs of the Son of Man had been growling with hunger, and the eyes looking at the commander were full of expectations.

Because he still had the last meat.

"Emperor, we should enjoy a delicious meal!"

Under the hungry eyes of the warriors, Santong carefully took out several large cans of ant cow cans from the pile of stones next to him.

When the canned ant-cows were found in the ship's warehouse, they had expired for a long time.

Given the Empire's poor industrial processes, these cans, which could not be determined to be completely inactivated, were likely to have become dangerous goods and might not be able to contain the contents.

But he was reluctant to throw them away.

Humans always cherish food, and of course they also have the idea of ​​throwing them out as weapons in times of crisis.

These things are not much weaker than fragmentation grenades when dealing with insects, and they have a better effect on flesh and blood.

Because there is a high probability that there are living ant-cow larvae in the canned ant-cows that have not been inactivated.

They are called "boring maggots" and are shockingly ferocious predators.

In their insatiable hunger, ant-cow larvae can eat almost anything, whether it is energy radiation or the flesh and blood of other creatures.

Those adult ant-cows with giant claws in their mouths, like four-legged upright giant ants, are more than four meters in size, almost as tall as the dreadnought mecha.

The body strength alone can penetrate the landing ship.

What's more terrifying is that they eat everything, even the plasma from the plasma bomb, and have a strong reproductive ability, which has spread to dozens of worlds.

If the ant cattle lack wisdom and don't like to live in groups, they would be much more terrible than the Tyranids.

They would not become food for humans and become domestic insects.

San Tong didn't dare to open the canned ant cattle directly, but threw them into the fire to roast them to kill the possible ant cattle larvae.

It will take several hours to make these larvae lose their vitality.

Of course, according to the ant cattle eating manual given by the Empire, it takes about four consecutive days of cooking to completely inactivate them before they can reach the standard of safe consumption.

But the stomach of the Space Marines is stronger and can fully accept the uninactivated ant cattle meat. Even if they can't digest it, they can excrete it in time.

There will be no parasitism.

An hour later.

The human warriors still endured the hunger and gathered around the fire, waiting for the time to eat.

Suddenly, the one-eyed warrior noticed something strange: "It's not good. This can seems to have moved?"

"Yes, it did move. It's not just that can. All cans are the same. Everyone, be careful..."

Santong nodded and pulled out the single-molecule battle blade in a serious tone: "Don't let these delicacies run away!"

The human warriors swallowed their saliva, stood up, pulled out their battle blades, and took a fighting stance.

They hadn't eaten meat for many days and were already starving. Not to mention the ant bull larvae, even if there was an ant bull, they would have to eat it!

The cans in the fire were shaking visibly, and in the teeth-grinding friction, many maggots with terrifying mouthparts suddenly pierced the cans.

The human food was roaring!

However, the hungry ant bull larvae just screamed and froze.

They sensed a more terrible hunger.

Ka--

The mechanical lights went out, making the light in the cave dim.

"Eat them!"

Before the light went out, the human sons had already roared and pounced on the ant bull worms, like hungry wolves pouncing on their food.

The battle between food and food began, but the human sons' warriors clearly had an absolute advantage.

Santong's single-molecule battle blade forked an ant bull larva into his mouth. Its tail was still struggling violently, but it was useless and was eaten crispy.

Not long after.

These warriors who tasted the delicious fresh meat lay comfortably on the rock wall to digest the food.

After recovering their strength a little, these warriors stood up silently and sorted out their equipment.

Then, led by Santong, they crawled to the ground along the narrow passage.

"Alas, I'm still so hungry..."

A warrior was unhappy and complained casually. For the human son warriors, hunger was more unacceptable than death.

Santong didn't laugh and scold these guys as gluttons as before. He was also very hungry, and his stomach seemed to be burning.

If possible, he could eat an ant bull.

The Chapter Master climbed forward in silence, in a rare state of depression. Perhaps the warriors of the Son of Man would die of hunger.

Because they had to go to the surface to fight the Tyranid aliens.

He decided to eat more Tyranid bug meat before he died, at least to have a full stomach before returning to the throne.

Suddenly, Santong thought of a new question.

I wonder if there will be anything to eat after the soul returns to the Golden Throne?

…

Barr Ground, Tower Garden Area.

This large garden was officially completed yesterday. It contains many trees, green plants, streams and wild animals.

Equivalent to a complete natural ecology.

This is an extremely rare thing for Baal, a desert planet that lacks water. Even Holy Terra does not have such luxury.

The high tower area in the distance is still under construction. Large equipment is building the tower base. The subsequent important mechanical parts will be transported from the savior's territory for assembly.

When completed, this expensive and sacred tower will be lit up surrounded by large gardens and religious buildings, emitting golden sacred light.

Becoming a new holy landmark in Baal.

The green space in the garden was bustling with activity, staff were coming and going, and there were more assault ships in the sky bringing supplies to supply the next activities.

All this is because the Savior has come here.

On a whim, Ron came here to guide the construction of the sacred tower. Many chapter leaders also followed the savior, a large group of people.

"Your Majesty the Savior, it must not be easy to build such a sacred tower, right?"

Marshal Lysias of the Forbidden Army looked at the tower under construction in the distance with a hint of envy in his eyes.

He already knew the role of this tower and its sacredness, and longed to be illuminated by that sacred light from time to time.

Ron glanced at Lysias: "What, you also want the Holy Tower?"

He could see that the Marshal of the Forbidden Army really wanted this big light bulb.

"Yes, could you help us build such a relic?"

Lysias said with a hint of pleading: "We are willing to bear more costs and pay accordingly."

"This kind of building is extremely expensive, even we can't build many..." Ron reminded.

In his opinion, the palace is already the most heavily defended and powerful place in the galaxy, and it is not cost-effective to build these things.

If we have that material, we might as well build it on other planets that need it.

What's more, many areas of the Savior's Territory are still waiting for the protection of these sacred towers.

But after seeing the disappointed look in Lysias's eyes, he felt a little soft-hearted. He and the Forbidden Army were now friends after all, so it was not impossible to give them a gift.

Just let them play along.

After all, there is nothing else in these guys' lives except loyalty to the Emperor.

Moreover, the golden sun and the savior statues and runes on the tower can remind them of the savior all the time, which can be regarded as an accumulation of faith.

"Given our friendship, I can..."

Ron said, holding out a finger, indicating that he could give the Forbidden Army a sacred tower for free.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sincere voice of the commander of the Forbidden Army: "Your Majesty the Savior, it is difficult to build the sacred tower, and we are willing to pay more than ten times the price."

"Ahem, it's not impossible."

Ron was a little choked, but he immediately came to his senses and agreed to the matter.

I almost forgot that these Imperial Guards are the top wealthy people in the galaxy. They enjoy almost unlimited resource supply from the empire and are as good as a piece of cloth above their head.

There is no need to be polite to rich people. If you have money but don't make money, you are a bastard. Maybe they will thank us later.

In this way, the more resource materials earned can build sacred towers in more places, thus speeding up the overall construction speed of the territorial tower project.

Let the sacred tower cover all planets.

Arrangements must be made immediately!

Ron immediately contacted the head of the mechanical construction department and ordered him to send an engineering team to Holy Terra as quickly as possible.

Build a sacred tower for the Custodes to the highest specifications.

I heard that a statue of myself was being built in front of the Holy Terra Palace Square, and it just so happened that I could send envoys there to participate in the inauguration ceremony.

You can also mingle with the high lords who support you to see if you can collaborate on some projects.

"Your Majesty the Savior, the Forbidden Army will keep your friendship in mind!"

Lysias was very grateful when he saw that the savior was so happy and generous, and he bowed slightly.

"Hey, we are all brothers, there is no need to be so polite. The banquet is about to start, let's go over."

Ron was in a good mood and led the Forbidden Marshal to the banquet area.

Today, the garden green space is covered with expensive red carpets, the tables are filled with rare delicacies, and many chefs are busy.

Those rare ingredients come from all over the galaxy, and use special preservation methods to still keep them fresh.

Mouthwatering.

There is no way. With the expansion of the savior's territory and trade scope, more and more civilized worlds have close ties with the savior.

After the rulers of these civilized worlds learned that the savior liked local products, they all offered rare delicacies from their own worlds.

Due to its rather large scale, the Spire Mansion had to set up a special department to take charge of this matter, and even equipped with a large food transportation, chef, banquet preparation and other teams.

These are necessary, and the savior also likes to share these delicacies with subordinate officials and soldiers. The holding of banquets can also shorten the distance between them.

This banquet was specially designed to entertain the Chapter Leaders and the Forbidden Army, and also allowed them to communicate more with each other.

After all, these war band leaders are also members of the Savior's faction. It is more convenient to be familiar with the imperial guards for future activities.

The central area of ​​the banquet.

Datong is leading several soldiers to carefully cook a deep-sea starfish more than four meters long. Its crystal clear fish meat looks delicious.

"Savior, please try my latest craft!"

Datong saw the Savior coming and immediately ran over to offer the fish sashimi dripped with horo juice. The combination of the two makes the fish meat turn into a crystal color with crystal light.

"Not bad..."

Ron's appetite was aroused just by smelling the special fragrance, and his saliva was secreted. Just when he picked up a piece to taste it.

The change suddenly happened.

Boom——

An explosion suddenly occurred not far away, followed by an extremely firm and tragic shout:

"For the Emperor!"

When Ron heard these shouts, he was a little confused: "Is there a Chaos or alien sneak attack?"

But that shouldn't be the case, Baal had been cleared out long ago.

What's more, there is his own Primarch, many Chapter Masters and the Imperial Guards here. The aliens and heretics would be crazy to send assassins to sneak attack here.

This sudden explosion attracted everyone's attention.

On the other side.

Santong and others climbed for several kilometers and finally reached the surface area.

He suddenly used a blast grenade to destroy the seal of the passage, led the soldiers to break out of the ground, and shouted a battle cry to try to fight Tyran!

However, the next moment, the Chapter Master was stunned.

Because the scenery in front of him was lush and green, with streams flowing, as if in a natural jungle.

? ? ?

In an instant, Santong and others fell into confusion.

Where are the Tyranids and the desert wilderness? Isn't this right?

All this is beyond the experience and imagination of the Son of Man warriors.

They could never imagine that in the months when they were struggling to survive in the cave, Baal had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"This is probably a conspiracy of Chaos..."

Santong suddenly said.

Only the subspace can create such an anomaly, otherwise it is impossible to prove how all this happened.

This is just like all conspiracies are made by Tzeentch. Humans always attribute the unexplainable signs in the galaxy to the influence of the subspace.

After all, only the subspace can cause such a big change in reality.

They may have been teleported to other areas, perhaps traveled through time, or perhaps were in an illusion created by Chaos.

But the confusion and shock of the Son of Man soon turned into surprise.

The roar of the previous explosion disturbed the wild creatures in the forest, and a large blue pheasant fluttered out of the bushes and tried to escape.

Santong quickly grabbed the pheasant and was extremely excited: "Brothers, we have food!"

The other Son of Man warriors cheered.

They were already starving, no matter where this place was, as long as there was abundant food.

That was a good place!

When San Tong was happy, he suddenly froze, because he noticed more eyes coming.

The war captain turned his head and happened to meet the eyes of the savior, the war captains, and the imperial guards who were walking over.

The people on the savior's side were all wearing shiny armor, decorated with exquisite scriptures and holy skulls, and they looked like they were participating in a banquet.

The human warriors were ragged and looked like they were fleeing.

And he, the war captain, was secretly holding a pheasant, just like a chicken thief.

Click.

The pheasant in San Tong's arms fell to the ground and ran into the forest with a clatter.

Under the gaze of everyone, he wanted to go back to the cave and stay there...

Fortunately, the war captain was thick-skinned enough not to die on the spot and dare not see anyone.

All this made both sides embarrassed and shocked.

Who would have thought that, during the banquet, a group of poor Space Marines suddenly emerged from the soil.

"I am the Primarch of Hope and Savior Ron Grant. May I ask who you are?"

Ron looked at these warriors whose armor was dirty but looked familiar, and asked.

"I am the commander of the People's Sons, Santong. We followed the order of Holy Terra to go to Baal for support, but we didn't expect..."

Santong looked at the Savior and others, and then looked at the lively banquet behind, and the irresistible fragrance drifted over from there.

He swallowed hard and asked with difficulty: "Is this Baal?"

Ron looked around and nodded with certainty:

"Yes, this is Baal."

Santong's eyes widened, as if this answer shocked him even more: "Emperor, the war between Baal and the Leviathan Tyranid aliens..."

"It ended several months ago."

Ron looked at the human warrior and answered, he probably knew what was going on.

In the middle of the Tyranid War, the core area of ​​the Bal Defense Line received a message for help. After receiving the message, the Savior Armed Forces immediately sent people to rescue.

But when they arrived at the place, they did not find any signs of the existence of the rescuers, nor could they find the source of the signal.

The Tyranid swarm devoured the area.

In order to avoid losses.

The elite team responsible for the rescue had to retreat under the protection of the Titan cluster, and lost a Titan.

After the war, the Savior Armed Forces sent people to search again, but there was no result.

In the end, we can only regard the message for help as some kind of error message.

Now it seems that the one who sent the message for help should be these human warriors in front of us.

After Santong learned about his unfortunate experience, tears flashed in his eyes.

It was too miserable!

They came from a long distance, not only did they not help at all, but they also lost all the assets of the battle group. It was extremely miserable.

"Brother, why don't you come over and eat something first."

Ron heard the sound of these soldiers' stomachs drumming and warmly entertained these human warriors.

After all, they came to support, and they couldn't let their brothers suffer.

"Savior!"

When the hungry soldiers such as Santong heard that they could eat, they burst into tears.

Afterwards, they were invited to the banquet, and they ate voraciously and cried.

"Savior, our sons of the people are miserable!"

Santong gulped down a glass of red wine and stuffed half a piece of Australian tender steak, and talked breathlessly.

Ron gently handed over another bottle of red wine and comforted him, "Don't worry, you should have a good rest first, and we'll talk later if you need anything."

He looked at Datong and asked this foodie to treat Santong well.

They should have a lot of common topics.

Sure enough, Datong soon had a good chat with Santong and exchanged their experiences on food.

They were surprised to find that the two warbands were so similar, even their interests and hobbies were similar, but the Sons of Man were more honest and honest than the Sons of the People.

Datong and Santong were simply too late to meet, and they felt like brothers from different fathers and mothers.

After they drank some wine, they became sworn brothers on the spot and formed a brother warband.

Afterwards, Datong and Santong found the savior and asked this existence to allow the Sons of the People warband to join the territory.

This was also what Santong hoped for. On the one hand, they did get along well with the Sons of Man warband, and on the other hand, the Sons of the People were indeed penniless.

He needs some resources to get the warband running again, and there are more treasures waiting for the son of man to explore.

"God Emperor, we are in need of talents like you!"

Ron held Santong's hand tightly, looking like he had met a good general and was eager to seek talents.

"Lord Savior, your praise makes me ashamed..."

The words of the Primarch of Hope moved Santong even more. He had always been rejected by the Empire, and even the previous mother group didn't like him. I didn't expect that the Primarch of Hope would value him so much.

The warband leader offered his loyalty.

Ron was really sincere.

Now the territory is developing rapidly, and many fields need to be touched, especially some gray areas, which require people like Santong who are bold, dare to steal and cheat people to deal with.

In the future, he may have to make some transactions with the Eye of Terror or Chaos, and Santong is familiar with this.

The Savior's territory is more tolerant, and there are plenty of opportunities for him to display his talents...

--

One month later.

The area of ​​the Sacred Tower of Baal.

The tower has been assembled and put into operation, and the holy light shines on this area. These lights, which are darker than the sun, make the buildings within the coverage area look more sacred.

Even from outside the atmosphere, you can see this dazzling pearl.

Many devout believers go to the temple of the tower to worship, and the imperial guards do nothing but bask in the sun under the tower every day, saying that they want to guard this sacredness.

The Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron sat in the office reviewing documents.

Now, the reconstruction project has come to a temporary end. The once dry, radioactive, and poisonous Baal has been completely renewed and turned into a green planet with a good ecology.

Many holy books and squares have also been built.

Any imperial being who comes here can't believe that this is Baal.

The preparations for the victory celebration have also reached the final stage.

Those high-ranking nobles, planetary governors, star army, naval generals, wandering merchants, etc. who were invited have also arrived one after another.

This is not only a celebration, but also an opportunity to discuss cooperation projects.

Ron was looking at some important invitation lists. It didn't matter who came, but who didn't.

In addition to Holy Terra, the Empire also had many large regional separatist forces. They were not obedient to orders, complicated, and not everyone believed in the Primarch of Hope.

After all, for many human forces, the Primarch was an ancient legend from dozens or hundreds of generations ago.

The return of the Regent was only more than 20 years ago, and his influence did not radiate to all places.

Ron took a quick look and saw no sign of the White Temple coming. Instead, a high-ranking noble from another large area caught his attention.

The noble apologized to the Savior and claimed that a plague suddenly appeared in the territory and he could not come.

"Plague?"

Ron looked at the word and had a bad feeling, and then ordered the relevant departments to pay attention.

He had just issued an order when he received a new message.

Another ship arrived in Bal...