Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Sizzle~

Ron had just finished speaking when the signal of the communication machine became worse, and sparks of psychic energy burst out.

Although the communication technology of the territory is more advanced than that of the Empire, it can use psychic machines to send signals without sacrificing the lives of astropaths.

But communication between reality and the subspace is also extremely difficult.

In midair, Guilliman's half-body projection became more blurred in the oscillation.

He looked a little anxious, and his mouth was opening and closing to say something: "Ro...BB...BBB...Baal!"

As soon as the Regent finished this sentence, the signal suddenly broke off and the projection dissipated.

"Alas, the business capabilities of the communication department must continue to be strengthened..."

Ron looked at the communication machine that had lost the signal and was a little dissatisfied.

The galaxy is vast, and communication is so important. For this reason, the territory has spent a lot of manpower and material resources to construct a communication system.

But judging from the current results, it is still somewhat unsatisfactory.

He immediately contacted the department head, criticized him seriously and dealt with him:

"From now on, your budget and staffing have doubled. Solve the signal problem as soon as possible, otherwise you will be reviewed at the meeting!"

The savior's way of solving problems is always so simple and crude, that is, throwing money and people.

In addition to the research team of the territory headquarters, many outsourcing teams will be contacted on the machinery forum to jointly conduct research and development.

In short, it is to use excess resource investment to save time.

"Can Lao Ji come or not?"

Ron frowned and waved to let the communication machine leave, then took a sip of champagne next to him with difficulty: "Hiss~ Never mind, Lao Ji is still alive and kicking, and he looks fine, just a little tired."

Anyway, it's a good thing to be able to contact him.

If Lao Ji can come, I will arrange a super water bath therapy package for him to take good care of his health.

Take a rest.

At this time, the vibration caused by Ron's foot massage machine has stopped, and the pain of the huge force kneading and pressing has also dissipated.

"Huh, comfortable!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and felt refreshed.

The savior stood up from the alloy chair and stretched comfortably. His muscles could be seen, and his lower body was wrapped in a bath towel.

Accompanied by the vibration and roar outside, screams came from time to time, and some familiar voices could be vaguely heard.

For example, Dante's suppressed but secretly happy moans, Tiberus's rough voice, and the occasional uncontrollable cry of pain from the Imperial Army Marshal.

Ron pushed open the door of the private room and walked towards the massage hall.

On the many alloy chairs in the hall were some famous figures of the Empire, basically war band leaders, Imperial Army or legendary heroes.

They were enjoying massage and health care services arranged by the savior.

Those alloy massage machines made with the Imperial Knight-level plasma reaction engine made these powerful warriors feel pain and pleasure. In addition to foot and full-body massages, there were also super-strong fascia knives.

It was enough to make any warrior wail miserably.

Of course, it was not just a simple massage, but also combined with expensive medicine essential oils and electric stimulation.

It could better dredge muscles and bones, treat injuries, and give complete relaxation to the body and mind.

This set of massage therapy concepts, which originated from the Savior, completely conquered these legendary warriors of the empire.

"Dante, how is this set of treatments?"

Ron came to the Blood Angels Chapter Captain, patted him on the shoulder gently, and asked him how he felt.

"Emperor, I have never been so relaxed in my life..."

The old warrior's eyes, which were a little dim in the past, lit up, and he moved his muscles and bones, feeling unprecedented comfort.

At this moment, Dante felt that the world had become beautiful, and he didn't want to look for Sanguinius.

"Emperor, the Savior is still good at playing and enjoying himself. I have to follow him more in the future..."

He thought to himself, and he was already looking forward to his future vacation life.

Although the Blood Angels Chapter Captain did not completely retire, it was almost the same.

He handed over the important affairs of the regiment to Captain Karaen, and followed the Savior around, almost like a professional follower.

His main job was to slack off and occasionally kill people.

"I must get away from the heavy affairs. Following the Savior can better serve the Empire and allow the Blood Angels to grow more!"

At the Red Conference not long ago, Dante sat on the Red Crystal Throne and said this to the Chief Think Tank, the Captain, and the Holy Blood Priests with righteousness.

He proposed that he would hand over his affairs and follow the Savior full-time.

The Blood Angels had no objection to this matter. They all clearly felt the power and wealth of the Savior.

Lord Dante following the Savior can bring more benefits to the Blood Angels, and they don't have to urge this Lord who often wants to find the Archangel to work all the time.

What's more, during the time Lord Dante followed the Savior, he got a lot of benefits for the Blood Angels, including the overall transformation of the Dreadnought Mecha, gene seeds, and the right to use some webways.

Everyone can see these.

So, they all agreed to Dante's suggestion.

The current situation is that wherever the savior appears, Dante will go there. He has the life of playing badly that he has always dreamed of, which can be regarded as fishing in accordance with the emperor's order.

And he finally discovered that the savior is even worse than himself...

Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to manage a territory and handle the affairs of the territory.

It is very difficult to manage a Bal galaxy by myself, and I often need to work for a long time without sleep.

The galaxy is so dangerous.

Aliens and chaos are everywhere. If you are not careful, it will cause a huge disaster, causing the territory to be severely damaged, and even lose your life.

Therefore, from the supreme lord who manages the empire to the planetary governor, everyone in the empire is conscientiously handling affairs and dare not slack off.

In Dante's view, the territory of the savior is vast, and even if the system is advanced, it is difficult to cover all places.

In places that he cannot see, the savior should be working hard silently.

However, the fact is just the opposite.

According to Dante's observation, the savior's day is probably like this:

Sleep until you wake up naturally in the morning, get up around nine o'clock, and brush the briefing for a while during breakfast.

Around 10 o'clock, the savior starts working for two hours.

The work content is to browse files aimlessly, and most of the time is spent on some kind of entertainment on intelligent machines, which is said to be called games.

That is a new gadget developed by the data sage.

And in the middle of the work, he often goes to the sanctuary garden to meditate under the pretext of thinking, but in fact he is just in a daze.

After two hours, it is lunch time.

The savior will have lunch with the soldiers, and then take a one-hour nap.

This is also a rare habit in the empire.

Dante himself has learned this habit from the savior and feels good.

When he wakes up from the nap, it is already afternoon.

At this time, the savior may choose to stay in the office and repeat the morning process, or go out for a breath of fresh air in the name of inspection.

Most of the inspection locations are garden areas with good environment and tourist attractions.

Moreover, the inspection will be accompanied by afternoon tea time.

When he comes back from the inspection, it is almost evening.

At this time, he will hold a relatively large-scale dinner and meet some territory department personnel or imperial nobles according to the order on the list.

When the dinner is over, it is the sleep time stipulated by the savior.

At this time, he would stop all non-urgent matters, enter meditation time and sleep.

Until he wakes up the next day and repeats the process of the previous day.

Or he would directly announce a break and carry out some special activities, such as today the Savior will bring the legendary warriors of the Empire to the Savior's private spa.

It is said to be a pure green health care.

As for more exciting and heretical programs, he dare not do it, for fear of being wiped out by Slaanesh.

Think about that scene, I hope the Primarch, the Savior, will lead many war captains, imperial guards, grand inquisitors of the Tribunal, and high-level priests to carry out Slaanesh-related activities.

If this is targeted by Slaanesh and wiped out, won't the Empire explode directly?

That will become the most shameful history of the Empire, a taboo among taboos, and all related materials and books will have to be destroyed eight hundred times.

Now, Dante's filter for the Savior has become shattered.

He thought his slacking behavior was powerful enough, but compared with this existence, it was nothing!

The Blood Angels Chapter Master could not understand how the Savior kept the territory in order, and how he cultivated so many talents and made them serve loyally.

That was extremely difficult and incredible.

After all, the erosion of Chaos was almost pervasive, and long-term neglect of management would often lead to internal corruption and disintegration.

There were many examples and lessons in the empire, and even the great emperor had suffered this loss.

Dante couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't think about it. Anyway, he was semi-retired, so he just followed the Savior well.

He had fought all his life, so what was wrong with taking a break?

Now the successor of Sanguinius followed the Savior around all day, and there was a sense of collusion.

Ron didn't have much objection to this, and even welcomed it.

The officials and gene descendants under his command were always too restrained towards him, and they were more likely to talk to Dante.

It was always good to have someone to accompany him.

Moreover, he had to communicate with humans from time to time to fight against the increasingly powerful divinity.

So as not to end up like the Emperor.

Dante finished a massage, stretched his muscles, and applied some special potion oil to his body, making his whole body look stronger and shiny.

After doing all this, he grabbed a rare fruit from the fruit plate next to him and stuffed it into his mouth.

Enjoying the sweetness.

The Blood Angels Chapter Master asked expectantly: "Savior, what's the next show?"

Ron handed Dante a glass of champagne and took a sip himself:

"You'll know later."

At this time, there was a terrible cry next to him.

Tiberus and Malakin were competing to see who could withstand the force of the massage machine.

These warriors or men always set up some strange bets to compare the strength of both sides.

Including but not limited to: "If you can touch that leaf, you are awesome", "If you have the guts, come compete with me xxx."

Tiberus screamed, gnashed his teeth, and pressed the button next to him fiercely:

"Unlucky guy, if you have the guts, come with me to level 5, ahh ...

Malakin burst into tears, but he was unwilling to admit defeat: "Your Majesty, come as soon as you come!"

Afterwards, the two people screamed even more horribly as they were ravaged by the Imperial Knight-level plasma engine alloy massage machine.

Those who didn't know thought they had encountered something terrible on the battlefield.

Ron walked to another place holding the wine glass.

The roar here is even more fierce, super alloy fascia knife hell!

With such fierce intensity, even he himself did not dare to try it easily, while two warriors were lying on their stomachs experiencing it in depth.

They are also competing.

That was Carter, the strongest warrior under the savior, the commander of the Thunder Guards, and the new commander of the Imperial Guards, Lysias.

These two guys are somewhat at odds with each other, and neither one is willing to admit defeat.

Lysias would occasionally roar in pain, but Carter remained silent.

He could see that there were dents on both of their alloy chairs.

It was pinched out in severe pain.

"Hey~ That guy Carter is so good, he didn't even scream?"

Ron was quite emotional. Although Carter was very fierce, his physique was still much inferior to Lysias.

When he walked over and saw Carter, who had bitten his lip with blood, passed out and woke up, and looked like he was about to pass out again, he was suddenly silent.

Ron sighed and patted the soldier:

"Carter, this is not a battlefield. There is no need to fight so hard. Besides, we are just having fun..."

"Lord Savior, I'm fine. Please... please allow me to hold on for a little longer!"

However, the stubborn man who always received the most severe beatings answered the question respectfully, but he glanced at Lysias without any intention of stopping.

Ron saw that the situation was not good. If things continued, the two of them might be injured and sent to the infirmary.

He simply announced that the massage activities were stopped, and everyone went to the next program to go to the sauna.

Of course, ordinary steam has no good effect on these warriors, so the sauna is an ultra-high temperature experience connected to the ship's plasma engine.

However, just after he announced the sauna activity, many fighters looked at each other with provocative eyes, eager to try.

The intertwined gazes of Carter and Lysias sparked even more sparks.

Ron watched Carter and Lysias enter a sauna room, and immediately decided to change one by himself and never stay in the same place as these two guys.

Otherwise it will be difficult later.

Soon, Tiberos, Malakin and other warriors also entered the sauna room.

He could only look at these soldiers with sympathy, and it was not easy to pull them out now, otherwise these guys would feel that he was looking down on them.

Ron looked at Dante:

"Let's go to another sauna..."

These two salted fish are still not suitable for such an intense area.

After that, he reminded the medical team and asked them to pay more attention. It is expected that many people will come out lying down later.

Fortunately, it's not a big problem.

The savior's territory even has a universal elixir. Even if there is any harm in the process, as long as there is a trace of breath or soul, the opponent can be killed in place.

A few hours later.

The medical team, wearing closed defensive armor, rushed into the sauna and carried away Tiberos and others.

After Carter and Lysias both fell.

This leisure and entertainment activity initiated by the savior has finally come to an end...

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night.

Red hall, balcony.

Ron got away from the party and came here to enjoy the breeze.

In the airspace, ships are sailing towards Bastar one after another. They are preparing for the military parade of tomorrow's victory celebration.

At this moment, the entire Baal was brightly lit. Space warriors, officials, nobles, businessmen, and civilians were all immersed in the atmosphere of the grand ceremony and looking forward to it.

Because at midnight, it is the first ceremony of the victory celebration.

Dante came over and asked with great concern: "Sir, Lord Savior, do you think the Prince Regent can still arrive?"

As the Lord of Baal, he also hopes that the human leader and the imperial regent can come here.

Be a part of this victory celebration.

That would leave Baal with even more sacred and historical significance.

Ron frowned slightly: "The Regent said in the communication that he would come, I should be able to make it..."

In fact, he didn't have much confidence in this matter.

Guilliman's late arrival has almost become a regular law.

Under normal circumstances, the more important the occasion or the fierce war, the easier it is for that guy to fail to arrive in time due to various obstacles.

These are supported by many examples.

During the Horus Heresy thousands of years ago, Guilliman was originally preparing to send troops to help the king, but due to warp storms blocking shipping routes and communications, Ultramar was cut off from the Empire.

Couldn't make the trip.

In this case, he assumed the worst, the Emperor and the Empire might have fallen, and he had to shoulder the responsibility.

So this guy established a new regime called the "Second Empire" in place, and repeatedly said that he was loyal and refused to become the ruler of the Second Empire.

Under this situation, both Guilliman and Lion King Leon felt that the other was not good enough to become the regent of the new regime.

They shirk each other and simply let Sanguinius take the blame and become regent of the Second Empire.

However, just when these three brothers were in full swing to build the Second Empire.

Suddenly, new news was received. The empire has not yet been destroyed, and the emperor is still sitting on the golden throne, waiting for everyone to protect him!

This made them all numb.

Especially Sanguinius. While the Emperor was still alive, he became the regent of the Second Empire in an upright and upright manner. This was simply the height of rebellion!

So the Archangel ran away quickly.

The Second Empire was quickly disbanded as soon as it was established.

Guilliman's actions to create the Second Empire not only had no effect, but seemed like another rebellion and wasted precious escort time.

After this guy reacted, he immediately started King Qin's plan. One hundred thousand Ultramarines and more than 3,000 main battleships exploded on the spot, roaring and breaking through the defense line set by the rebels.

Rush to Holy Terra.

However, midway through, he fell into Horus's subspace trap and was trapped in a reality that "can never be reached."

This situation lasted for a long time. It was not until the Emperor fell that he and the reinforcements arrived belatedly.

Guilliman learned from the pain, turned his regret into motivation, vigorously eliminated the traitors and wrote the Codex Astartes.

Want to revive the empire.

However, before the Imperium could revive him, the Ultramarines Primarch was severely wounded and poisoned in a ridiculous, one-sided duel.

This sleep lasts for ten thousand years.

Now, the empire finally has a chance to revive with the return of the regent.

Even in this Battle of Baal, if Ron hadn't intervened himself, according to the original development direction, Guilliman would have arrived when Baal had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and he was about to burp.

Clean up the mess and save Baal.

Ron made an inference based on these classic examples.

There is a high probability that that guy will appear at the last moment, and there is a high probability that he will arrive at the beginning or end of the celebration.

The time is almost up.

no way.

Lao Ji is the protagonist of the galaxy and the son of the version. He always shows up at the end to turn the tide, which is also in line with the tone of the empire.

Ron ordered the reception department to be ready for the arrival of the Prince Regent.

In fact, Ron and many people in the empire hoped that Guilliman, the imperial regent, would arrive to participate in the victory celebration.

After the Great Rift, the empire fell further and further, and a large number of territories fell into the dark side, suffering in suffering and war.

Until now, the empire is in a state of anxiety, panic and exhaustion, with little hope of recovery.

The return of the Prince Regent certainly brought some excitement.

However, the Indomitable Crusade he launched was still advancing slowly, fighting hard, and did not achieve many victories worthy of celebration by the entire empire.

The empire and humanity need a complete victory to inspire people and give people hope.

And this time the Battle of Baal completely wiped out the terrifying Leviathan Hive Fleet and ended its millennium-long infringement on the empire. It was undoubtedly an unprecedented victory!

Today, the news of the victory celebration is spread as far as possible to the territory that the empire can reach, so that more people can enjoy this joy.

Sacred Terra and more areas will also hold related ceremonies simultaneously.

For such a significant victory celebration, the appearance of the Prince Regent is undoubtedly more inspiring.

Ron looked down at the time:

"It's almost midnight, the ceremony is about to begin..."

That was the first wave of activities in the victory celebration. He would light up the entire Baal and declare this victory to the galaxy unscrupulously.

All this can be seen near Bar and beyond.

It will attract a lot of attention by then.

Whether it is the civilized world of the empire, alien forces or chaos demons, everyone can witness this grand ceremony.

This is humanity's oath to the galaxy and a shot in the arm.

This will let all existences know that humans have not succumbed to chaos and aliens, but are fighting hard to resist and win.

There is still hope for mankind, and it will eventually prosper!

Ron felt the strong psychic power and looked up at the sacred tower. Think tanks and psykers were injecting more energy into the tower.

In an instant, the energy reached a critical point.

boom--

The golden, bright divine light shot straight into the sky and disappeared into the void.

This divine light almost turned Baal into daylight, like a dazzling beacon in the galaxy.

The devout believers knelt down one after another under this sacred light.

Pray silently.

More eyes looked at this light with excitement, their eyes full of hope.

…

Baal galaxy space.

Buzz~

The huge fleet of ships crashed out of the void, like dusty travelers, and traces of destruction could be seen everywhere throughout the fleet.

Embarrassed.

This is the Regent's Indomitus Fleet, one of the most powerful fleets in the Empire.

Macragge's Glory, bridge.

"All battle groups, prepare for battle immediately!"

Guilliman frowned, his heart filled with anxiety.

But he still suppressed this worry and ordered the fleet to organize a front to deal with the Tyranid alien attack.

at the same time.

The regent was still calculating silently, worrying about the war in the Hazy Star Territory, and the situation on other fronts was not optimistic either.

But what's more troublesome is that the strength of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet is already stretched thin.

He must accurately calculate the number of troops that can be divided and supported, even down to each ship, and no trace of strength can be wasted!

Such great pressure, worry, and calculations gave Guilliman a superhuman brain.

There was also a hint of dizziness.

boom--

A loud and persistent roar attracted the attention of the Prince Regent.

He looked out through the observation dome and was stunned.

It was a large amount of artillery fire bombarding an empty airspace, bursting out with colorful colors.

Guilliman was confused. What was he doing?

In fact, they were celebratory fireworks formed by naval guns.

Next to the airspace, he saw the shining golden Baal planet again, and he became even more confused and helpless.

That's... Baal?

Zila Zila~

Many messages sounded.

The public channel of Macragge's Glory gradually received messages sent to Baal from all over the Empire, and the Astropaths also received similar psychic messages.

These are all congratulatory messages sent from various places.

Probably:

Holy Terra sent a congratulatory message, the Emperor is above, congratulating Baal for annihilating the Tyranids.

Five hundred people from around the world in Ultramar sent congratulatory messages to celebrate the victory of the savior!

A certain high-ranking noble and lord, cordially greets and congratulates the Savior...

Messages such as this.

"The Battle of Baal... was won?!"

Guilliman was in a trance as he listened to these messages.

Now, the entire empire, including Ultramar, knows the news of Baal's victory and is celebrating it.

And he, the Lord of Ultramar and the Imperial Regent, was the last to know...

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Suddenly, the squire Felix let out an exclamation.

Guilliman followed the squire's gaze, his eyes showing shock, and his whole body felt numb.

He saw Brother Ron and the Primarch of Hope among the stars!

Countless points of light formed the majestic figure of the Primarch of Hope, occupying almost a large portion of the galaxy.

No one can ignore it.

Those radiating light spots were battleships one after another, covering the sky and the sun.

That was the battleship light show prepared by the Savior...