Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Among the stars.

The image of the Primarch of Hope constructed by countless warships covered the entire airspace, giving people an unimaginable shock.

This kind of oath of force is also extravagant and wealthy.

After all, there are not many people in the galaxy who can mobilize so many warships just for a show.

At least the savior's purpose has been achieved.

This scene will be deeply imprinted in people's hearts and become a rare magnificent scene in human history.

In the field of vision.

The light spots of the warships constructed the figure of the Emperor on the Golden Throne, which is so majestic and sacred, overlooking all existence.

It makes people worship.

Finally, the light spots changed again, forming a majestic image of the Regent holding the Emperor's Sword, exuding the wrath of the storm.

This is the current leader of mankind, the Lord of Ultramar, the Regent of the Empire-Robert Guilliman!

In the bridge of the Glory of Macragge.

Regent Guilliman's head was buzzing. He went through so much trouble to come to Baal for support, but in the end he could only catch up with the celebration after the war?

He didn't know how the war was won.

But the current situation was obviously beyond imagination. No matter how he analyzed it, he could not find the factors for a quick victory.

The scene in front of him made the Regent feel a little distressed.

The manpower of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet was so scarce that he wished to save any warships and resources.

However, these warships were idling and performing, bombarding precious ammunition into the void, just to create a festive atmosphere.

"The wasted shells alone are enough to fight an encounter..."

Guilliman thought so.

For a moment, he even wanted to stop these performances and stop this extravagance.

But reason told him that all this was necessary.

Humanity really needs such a victory and such a celebration.

"The controller behind the fleet must be an excellent commander." The Regent thought about the trajectory of those warships and sighed.

It is extremely difficult to use the fleet to quickly and accurately construct a picture in space.

Even if he came to command himself, it would not be so simple.

If there was such a commander in the Indomitable Expedition Fleet.

I would be much more relaxed.

The regent has been secretly thinking about the fleet commander.

Guilliman looked at the dazzling planet of Baal and such a magnificent spectacle, and couldn't help but smile, and the wrinkles and fatigue between his eyebrows disappeared.

In any case, this is something worth celebrating.

Perhaps, this is what humans should be like.

"It's great..."

Guilliman ordered the Glory of Macragge to approach Baal and prepare for landing, while he admired the current appearance of the planet.

Not long after, a new communication request came.

Buzz~

The virtual image was projected in the air, showing a huge picture.

The tall figure of the Primarch and the Savior of Hope appeared in the sight of everyone on the bridge. At this moment, he was wearing dark gold armor embellished with fine gold, which was quite imposing.

Because the victory celebration faced the vast territory of the empire.

Ron didn't dare to wear the high-imitation emperor's golden armor, which was a bit too ostentatious.

Worried that many people would not be able to accept it.

Moreover, he had to receive the Guilliman brothers this time.

If he stood there in the full appearance of the Emperor, it might give people the feeling that the brothers had become father and son, which was really a bit inappropriate.

Not quite appropriate.

"Brother Ron!"

The Regent smiled when he saw the Primarch of Hope.

It was a smile from the heart.

However, he noticed Ron's serious expression, so he immediately restrained his smile and restored his majestic face.

This was a public live broadcast, the first meeting and communication between the Primarch of Hope and the Regent in Baal.

All public channels and even more places can see it.

After a series of greeting etiquette procedures.

"Your Excellency the Regent, I, the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, have followed your plan and arrangement to win the victory in Baal."

Ron said in a serious tone: "Now I invite you to Baal to test this victory!"

As soon as these words came out, Guilliman almost couldn't hold it back.

Ah, I planned this great victory, why didn't I know? !

But considering such a formal occasion.

Guilliman still held his expression and praised the Primarch of Hope and the warriors for their unparalleled achievements and contributions.

Brother Roan was cautious in his actions, and he must have his own purpose in doing so.

In any case, he should cooperate with him first.

Even so, the respectful eyes of the crowd and Felix, and the disgusting praises from all over the public channel made Guilliman feel a little hot on his face.

The current Regent has become more wise and powerful, and has a sense of invincibility that can win a victory thousands of miles away.

He is a little ashamed and just wants to end this difficult scene quickly.

However, that is impossible.

Guilliman still has to follow diplomatic etiquette and continue the call with the help of the priest.

He hasn't experienced such a difficult conversation for a long time.

In fact, Roan himself is also helpless.

He is now in a state of superposition of high profile and low profile. In the absence of the Regent, the Primarch of Hope must come out to maintain the situation.

Give people hope with an unstoppable attitude.

But this will not work, it will inevitably attract more attention and bring more danger.

There needs to be a balance in the middle.

In other words, his limelight cannot overshadow the Regent.

Otherwise, the Primarch of Hope and the Savior will become the number one enemy of Chaos and Aliens in the galaxy, causing those enemies to transfer the firepower concentrated on Guilliman to this side.

At that time, he will be hit continuously.

Ron knows himself well and feels that he is not as tough as Brother Guilliman, especially when facing those old fallen Primarchs.

Moreover, the Sacred Tower and related defense systems of the Savior Territory have not been completely covered, and there are many loopholes.

What if the main battlefield of the galactic chaos is transferred to the territory.

That would be the end of the matter.

Especially the possible plague war in the future.

Although the Sacred Tower can prevent Chaos evil energy, the plague germs are difficult to prevent. At least Ron does not have much confidence now.

What's more, he has witnessed the impact of large-scale epidemics on order with his own eyes.

Even if it can be handled.

The suspension of work and production during this process is also a huge loss for the territory that is in the process of large-scale development.

The plague carefully developed by Father Nurgle is even more mysterious. It will not only make people and animals sick, but also corrode food, land, building materials, and infringe on all aspects.

That will completely affect his farming development.

After the Battle of Baal.

Ron found that his recent limelight was a bit fierce, faintly overshadowing the Regent, and some messy eyes came to peek.

So he must keep a low profile.

That's why the scene just now happened, and a lot of information was released into the warp as a smoke bomb.

He knows Brother Ji's character. If he talks to him directly, he might be rejected. It's better to cook the rice directly.

The Lord of Ultramar and the Regent of the Empire are wise and powerful. Let him continue to carry the banner of the leader of mankind.

I just need to develop carefully and support silently behind the scenes.

Finally, the complicated and cumbersome courtesy communication ended, which made both of them relieved.

Then the Regent boarded the landing ship and flew to the surface of Baal.

He had to test this victory as Brother Ron had instructed.

...

Baal.

The divine light bathed everything, and flags of victory were hung everywhere.

The crowd looked forward to the arrival of the Regent.

Under the expectant gaze, the huge figure of pure gold and azure blue stepped onto the land of Baal, and everyone bowed down to salute.

The Regent looked at those unique and vibrant buildings, and the white artificial angels that kept scattering petals in the air, and felt pleasing to the eye.

This is the unique style of the Savior's Territory, not as dark and gloomy as the Empire, but more simple and bright.

"This is much better than those damn things in Holy Terra."

He thought so.

Especially these little angels, they look so cute and warm, unlike those nightmare-inducing cherubim in the Empire.

Perhaps, this is the style that humans should have.

The Regent came to the Red Council Hall and met with many war band leaders and high-ranking nobles of the Empire. He patiently communicated and chatted with the crowd.

The historians and painters of the Empire recorded this historic scene.

After these cumbersome ceremonial receptions, he was finally able to meet with the Primarch of Hope and his good brother alone.

In a private reception room somewhere.

"Brother Ji, I finally waited for you!"

Ron looked at the Regent who finally arrived, with a smile on his face.

In this private scene, there was no need for them to be so restrained between brothers.

Guilliman listened to this intimate name, and his slightly tired, embossed-like solemn face couldn't help but smile.

He liked this intimate name.

The Regent despised those who claimed to be gods, and didn't like people to worship and fear him too much. On the contrary, these intimate names made him feel that he was a living person.

Rather than a symbol.

"Brother Roan!"

Guilliman strode over and gave him a warm hug.

This was the first time the two had met in real life, and their emotions were surging. There was nothing wrong with enthusiasm.

Afterwards, Roan explained the necessity of the previous call.

Guilliman had no objection: "You are right to do this, and it will be more helpful to the situation!"

As the Regent of the Empire, he should take the lead in resisting the offensive of the enemies of the Empire.

In addition, he also hoped to protect Roan, his brother, from the wind and rain. He had helped him enough and could not let him bear more difficult responsibilities.

"Nurgle may have big moves in the future..."

Roan reminded seriously: "Their target will be Ultramar. Perhaps you should take precautions in advance, and Mortarion is ready to set a trap for you."

"Those corrupt cowards are always thinking about disintegrating the Empire, but evil will never be able to defeat light. I will crush their plots one by one!"

The Regent nodded, full of confidence.

Over the years, Chaos heretics, aliens, and corrupted primarchs have been attacking him.

He's used to it.

Ron didn't say anything more, he believed Guilliman knew what was going on.

Moreover, the situation in the galaxy had changed too much because of his arrival. Even if the plague war would happen, there would probably be a lot of changes, so he could only take more precautions.

After talking about these.

Guilliman told Roan about the difficult situation of the Indomitus Crusade.

The Second Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition's front in the Obscurity Starfield was besieged by Chaos and was in danger.

Baal's war is over.

He eagerly wanted to replenish his strength and rush to the battlefield in the Hazy Star Territory.

The Prince Regent was always like this, never stopping.

Ron frowned slightly:

"Hiss~ Your army was besieged by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's fleet and demons in the Obscure Star Realm?

This is a bit troublesome..."

Abaddon seemed determined to defeat the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade, hoping that through this victory, he could reverse the tragic results of the previous thirteen Dark Crusades.

In this way, the Eye of Terror's influence on the Hazy Star Territory will become even greater.

Abaddon conducted thirteen dark expeditions and fought hard for ten thousand years before he finally pushed down the Cadian defense line at the door of the Eye of Terror.

If they succeed this time, they may launch the fourteenth Dark Crusade and attack Holy Terra.

This must be guarded against.

The current empire is really leaky and the situation is complicated. A plague war may come at any time, and many threats continue to approach.

Precarious.

Guilliman looked at his good brother helplessly, hesitating whether to ask for support.

However, before he could speak.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Ron took out a list and slapped it in the Regent's face, full of pride: "I was thinking about providing you with some support before, but I didn't expect to use it so soon."

Guilliman looked at the list, trembling all over, almost overwhelmed by the surprise.

The support on that list is so rich, covering government processing software systems, equipment vehicles, fleets, logistics supplies, network routes, etc.

These are the things he needs most.

Among the more important resources include:

Government support team and data technology priests who provide software technical support.

Two large Titan clusters, including ten Emperor-class Titans and more than thirty Warmaster- and War-General-class Titans.

Supported by three large fleets in the Savior territory.

Even more important is the support provided by the Savior Territories on the Webway route.

Guilliman looked at the information about the webway, his hands trembling, and the sound of his heart beating violently could be heard outside his body.

The huge surprise made it difficult for the primarch, who had seen countless storms, to control himself.

That was a good thing that even his father longed for but failed in the end and never got!

The long front line of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet makes support extremely difficult. What it lacks most is a high-speed route to buy time for the battle.

Now Brother Ron has solved this problem for himself!

Looking at these supports, Guilliman felt extremely warm in his heart, as if all the fatigue and burdens had been lifted away.

This brother may have been thinking about his difficulties.

Finally, he no longer had to endure the hardships alone, but instead fought side by side with brothers.

There was a hint of tears in the regent's eyes, and he gave his primarch brothers a warm and powerful hug.

"We are all brothers, there is no need to be so polite..." Such enthusiasm made Ron's bones rattle and he was a little off guard.

In fact, he was still a little embarrassed. In the past, it was Guilliman who stood at the forefront of the empire and received beatings, attracting firepower.

But I couldn't do much to help.

Now that we have enough energy, we should provide some support.

In the subsequent chat.

Guilliman mentioned in words a certain commander who was responsible for the battleship performance and admired his ability.

He had some secret thoughts.

If that person does not have an important task.

He hopes to second the other party to participate in the war in the Hazy Star Territory, which will definitely bring more chances of victory.

"Ah, you mean that boy Volradi?"

Ron flipped through the support list just now and pulled out Volady's information: "He happens to be on the list of support personnel. I am also thinking about letting him study hard with you."

He said carelessly: "This kid is not bad, just train him!"

At this moment, Volady was still on the bridge, directing the battleship's light show.

He serves as an on-stage performer at a quasi-annual convention arranged at the savior’s whim.

The excitement in the audience has nothing to do with him.

The commander was a little disappointed. He thought the savior didn't think much of him, so he didn't let himself preside over the elimination of the remaining Leviathan tentacles or perform other tasks.

Instead, they arranged this kind of performance task that was not difficult. This simple task was arranged for commanders of other fleets, and it was similar.

Little did he know that he was about to follow the regent to a new battlefield.

"With the addition of this excellent commander, I am more confident about the war in the Hazy Star Territory!"

When Guilliman heard Ron's words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was very surprised.

He couldn't wait to see each other, and even wanted to get to the front line of the battlefield as soon as possible.

"It will take another two weeks for the support and routes on the list to be ready. By then, the high-speed network route will definitely allow you to reach the battlefield area faster."

Ron seemed to see something and said quite confidently.

He didn't believe that Brother Ji could still be late after sending the First Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition to the Internet Expressway.

Ron raised his hand and gently patted the agitated Prince Regent:

"Anyway, Brother Ji will stay in Bar to participate in the victory celebration during this period, so take a good rest!"

He felt that this guy needed some good health and rest.

As a Primarch, Guilliman actually had sparse hair, wrinkles, and dark circles under his eyes.

It was as if he had never slept before.

Although it was impossible, he was still worried that Brother Guilliman would die suddenly one day.

After the chat, the victory celebration was about to begin.

Now, the route from Baal to Baal II was crowded with ships, and people were heading to the celebration site on Baal II.

…

When Roan and Guilliman landed on Baal II, the magnificent hymns had resounded across the entire planet.

In this square that occupied half of the continent, there were many mountain-like, towering statues, with a golden sun and the Savior statue more than ten kilometers high in the center.

And the building that the statue held tightly in both hands, like a giant sword, was a monument engraved with the names of heroes.

At this moment, the feet of the Savior statue were crowded with people from the Empire who came to watch the ceremony.

Boom boom boom——

Large slow-release fireworks rose high, like suns one after another, completely lighting up the sky covered by ships.

Let the whole continent bathe in golden light.

When the bell of the ceremony rang, the Regent and the Primarch of Hope arrived at the scene in a huge aircraft.

The huge virtual image created by the projection machine on the aircraft was so clear and sacred that everyone could see it.

Accompanied by the priest's prayer, the Regent and the Primarch of Hope mourned the heroes who died in the war.

After the memorial ceremony, the Regent gave an inspiring speech to the crowd, which further aroused the hope in people's hearts.

When the speech reached its climax, ten Emperor-class Titans, more than thirty Warmasters and War General-class Titans led powerful Imperial Knights and armored forces into the field.

They all wore banners of honor.

The roar of neat footsteps almost cracked the earth, and every step stepped on the hearts of the crowd.

For ten thousand years, there has never been such a sacred and huge army in any grand ceremony of the Empire, especially the appearance of the Titan God Machine.

Shocking!

In fact, Ron has the ability to make the scene bigger.

But that would be a bit exaggerated.

And it might reveal too much strength, so it is better to be conservative.

What's more, transporting those things back and forth is also a burden for the tight transportation capacity of the territory.

Even so.

After this scene was projected onto the territory of the Empire, it also deeply shocked people all over the Empire. Many humans saw the magnificent Titan God Machine for the first time.

These hideous and terrible war machines gave people more sense of security.

"Fear, all Chaos Alien Heretics, the thunderstorm will descend on you, and the fire of human revenge will not stop until every enemy of mankind is burned out!"

The regent's solemn and resolute face like a statue uttered the last words:

"Celebrate, people of the Empire, the light of hope is coming, the suffering of mankind will dissipate, and we will prosper!"

After a short silence.

The cheers of the crowd shook the sky, and this joy and happiness spread to all parts of the empire.

Baal's brilliant light and celebration made it a dazzling existence in the galaxy.

Not only the humans of the empire.

Many chaotic beings were also attracted and cast their eyes here, quietly planning and preparing something...