Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Ron has always coveted the resources in the Vigilance Star War Zone and the Eye of Terror.

But he didn't have enough strength, so he didn't dare to take action.

Not to mention Vigilance Star, even the Great Plunderer Abaddon has not been able to take it down for so many years.

Before he had absolute strength, he was reluctant to throw his army into that meat grinder.

As for the Eye of Terror, it was also quite dangerous.

No matter how bad Abaddon's expedition record was, he was still one of the most powerful forces in the galaxy, with hundreds of thousands of Chaos Space Marines, several times more than the Savior's territory, and the number of fleets was also particularly large.

Moreover, the human sea and steel torrent tactics of the Savior's territory could not be used in the Eye of Terror.

That is the border between the subspace and reality, full of chaotic energy.

Except for the high-level elites of humans such as Space Marines, Mechanical Priests, and Psychics, others would go crazy if they entered.

Abaddon is so powerful.

Ron even suspected that the reason why the Dark Expedition of that existence failed repeatedly was that the Chaos Four Gods were behind it.

Because Abaddon did not submit to the gods and had no interest in the warp, he just wanted to conquer the galaxy and capture Holy Terra.

The human empire was in a state of chaos.

If Abaddon really got the chance to attack Holy Terra, the four Chaos Gods would have to kneel down and beg him not to pull the Emperor off the golden toilet, otherwise this warp psychic nuclear bomb would explode on the spot.

At that time, Holy Terra and the humans on it would die on the spot, and humans would perish on a large scale like the ancient elves in the past, allowing the Emperor to absorb more energy to gain freedom and become a big sun that moves freely in the warp.

In that case, the four Chaos Gods would only be slapped in the face.

For the sake of humanity, the Emperor could not move a single step.

The four Chaos Gods would not let humans perish directly, but would gradually erode the galactic territory and human souls and absorb more power.

Before they gained the power to resist the Emperor, they did not dare to let the Emperor come down from the golden throne.

This is probably one of the reasons why the broken car of the Empire did not fall apart directly.

Perhaps Tzeentch is secretly working hard for the survival of the Empire.

The two sides maintain a balance in the chaotic struggle inside and outside.

But Abaddon has a huge influence in the galaxy, and he is a person who can overturn the table. His influence must be limited, so that he can destroy the Empire but not win.

Under normal circumstances, Roon would not dare to attack the Eye of Terror.

But it is different now.

Regent Guilliman came with his fleet. The Indomitable Expedition Fleet gathered warships from most areas of the light side of the Empire.

It can be said that it has condensed the essence of the human empire.

The number of the First Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition that arrived at Baal alone is almost the same as the total number of warships in the Savior Territory.

And there are 100,000 Primaris Space Marines.

In this way, the Second Fleet of the Hazy Star Region plus the First Fleet that went to support it are enough to resist the Chaos Alliance, and there is still a chance to beat Abaddon well.

According to Roon's idea, after the Second Fleet is relieved, the Regent will assemble the fleet and stare at Abaddon and beat him hard, making him jealous.

Then find an opportunity to lead out the Chaos Guard Fleet in the Eye of Terror, creating a void inside.

In this way, he can lead the fleet to the entrance of the Eye of Terror through another webway route and move to Abaddon's lair in the Eye of Terror.

Perhaps for the Empire, the Eye of Terror is just the Chaos' lair in the galaxy, a place of heresy and corruption.

Over the years, the Empire has invested a lot of Void Zero ships that can shield psychic energy and mechanical detection into the Eye of Terror for detection, just to understand the enemy.

But Roen is different.

Many resources in the Eye of Terror are available to him.

For example, the abandoned ships covering the starry sky in the Eye of Terror, a large number of black stones obtained from the Vigilant Star, the technological relics of the Blackstone Fortress, the forbidden relics, etc.

These are all rare resources that he has been seeking but cannot obtain, and the next stage of development of the territory.

After Roen told Guilliman about the plan to jointly dig out Abaddon's lair, he immediately got the other party's approval.

In the eyes of the Regent, the possibility of success of this plan is very high, and it can hit Abaddon and reduce his strength.

Afterwards, they discussed some details of the plan.

For example, how to hide the fleet for a surprise attack, how to lure out Abaddon's fleet in the Eye of Terror, and how to cooperate to create a time difference, etc.

They also exchanged intelligence and routes about the Eye of Terror.

Not only the research results of the Empire's Void Zero Ship.

During the Regent's pilgrimage to Holy Terra, he stayed in the Eye of Terror for a short time under the influence of the warp storm created by witchcraft and suffered a lot of beatings.

He also has some understanding of the place.

These are just simple communications, which will be further improved with the help of the military advisory team.

Guilliman analyzed endlessly, as if he regarded this meeting as a tactical meeting, and he also contacted the military advisory team to come over, as if he wanted to take advantage of the moment to complete all the plans.

However, Ron waved his hand and took back the star map with more information marked on it.

He looked at Guilliman who was a little stunned:

"Let's leave this matter to the government affairs and military teams, and you will have more time to deal with this matter on your way to the Nebulous Segmentum."

Webway navigation is not as dangerous as the warp route, and it will not be attacked by Chaos enemies, not to mention that there are many greenskin fleets to support and escort.

This guy has enough free time to work on related plans.

"We have more important things to do now..."

Ron continued to explain, and he glanced at the time: "That guy Dante should be arriving soon."

"Lord Savior, it's time for us to set off!"

While he was talking, Dante walked in carelessly, his tone a little impatient.

The regent looked over following the sound and was stunned.

At this moment, Dante was not wearing power armor, but was wearing sunglasses, a vest, large pants, and a pair of slippers on his feet.

"What are you going to do?"

Guilliman asked, the Blood Angels Chapter Master's special decorative style was unfamiliar to him.

"Of course I'm going on vacation to recuperate..."

Ron answered this question, and at some point, he also changed into the same outfit.

He built a small resort in Bar, which has many leisure facilities, including various terrains, churches, etc.

And it is completely covered by the light of the sacred tower.

The main purpose of that resort area is to allow the Blood Angels and other interstellar warriors to recuperate, relax and relieve their violent and murderous emotions after war.

There is no way.

The blood thirst of the Blood Angels seems to be affected at the soul level. The universal elixir can only temporarily relieve it, but cannot completely relieve it.

Then we can only let them rest more and let the sun mix with divine light shine more.

Ron looked at Guilliman, who was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and an air of exhaustion all over his body, and expressed concern: "While there are still a few days left, you must take a good rest!"

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was still exuding the breath of life, he would have felt that what he was seeing was a corpse.

No matter how powerful Guilliman is, he is still made of flesh and blood, and his body and soul also need a little rest, otherwise it will cause greater problems in the endless exhaustion.

What's more, he would have to fight Abaddon soon.

With such a mental state, Ron suspected that Brother Ji might not be able to bear it anymore and would be beaten again.

Guilliman looked at the two people with sincere expressions, hesitated for a moment, and nodded:

"Then I'll take a day off."

The regent also felt that rest was necessary, gritted his teeth and gave himself a day off, and would deal with other matters when he came back.

As soon as he stood up and wanted to walk out, he was stopped.

Ron stared at the armor of destiny and shook his head: "How can you rest while wearing this heavy armor? There is no such atmosphere at all."

This armor is quite noisy. Even from a distance, you can always hear the annoying buzzing, like countless flies buzzing in your head.

Whoever wears this thing 24 hours a day must not go crazy.

But since Guilliman woke up, he has been wearing the Armor of Destiny, which was made by the Eldar and saved his life, for more than twenty years.

That's just real time.

If delays in subspace navigation and the Maelstrom are included, Guilliman's actual subjective time may have been nearly a hundred years.

One can imagine how much torture this armor and heavy affairs brought to the regent.

So much so that a primarch became so haggard.

He held his chin and thought: "Hey, tell me, can this thing be taken off?"

Guilliman smiled bitterly and pressed his palms to his chest:

"The Great Sage Caul told me that this armor maintained my life. The Eldar who helped awaken me also warned me never to take off the armor."

His expression became serious: "Maybe Efreni didn't lie and believed that what she was telling was the truth, but I don't believe this.

The Eldar always only do things that are beneficial to their race. They resurrected me not for the fate of mankind, but for their own race, using me as a pawn to deal with the crisis of extinction.

But what they don't know is that I will never let myself be tied down again, not to anyone else, or to anything. "

Ron frowned and asked, "So, have you ever tried to take off this crap?"

This is a necessary thing.

Even if this Armor of Destiny was forged by the Great Sage Caul himself, it cannot be ruled out that the Eldar would leave a secret door in it.

The great sage had too many things to do and the situation was so urgent. He simply did not have enough time to fully understand the principles of this technology.

The Regent is the current leader of mankind, and he cannot rely on anything.

Including the armor that sustained his life.

Otherwise, the armor may malfunction at a critical moment, or the Eldar may control the armor and shut down certain functions.

That's trouble.

The occurrence of these things may cause huge disasters, or human beings may be threatened by the Eldar.

Guilliman nodded, seeming to be frightened:

"Yes, I tried to take off this armor and survived successfully, but the feeling was not pleasant..."

When the regent made up his mind to truly take off this armor, endless pain struck.

The wound left by the fallen phoenix Fulgrim opened, bleeding with the eternal poisonous smell.

He fell to the ground helplessly, his heart beating violently, and the pain in his body seemed to be burning.

Both body and soul.

But the regent had only one thought in his mind - he could not die.

No matter what, I can't die.

He fears that if he dies, no one will be able to hold the empire together.

"In that standard Terra hour, I once again experienced the fear of death and experienced many things that I can no longer recall."

Guilliman's hand gently scratched the sticky wound left by Fulgrim on his neck, his face resolute: "But I survived. I was not restrained, but defeated death..."

He smiled slightly:

"During that time, I would take off my armor from time to time, endure the pain of death, adapt to the pain, and even appear in front of the soldiers pretending to be nonchalant.

I must let humanity know that I can do without armor, that the Imperial Regent should not have weaknesses, and that he should not rely on any aliens. "

The regent's words made the atmosphere in the hall become heavy.

Ron sighed, feeling even more admiration in his heart. This brother, like the Emperor, had paid so much for humanity.

He snapped his fingers, slightly relaxing the heavy atmosphere:

"Since this armor can be taken off, it's not a big problem. Let's take off that piece of shit later!"

Now is the time to recuperate. You cannot be disturbed by too many negative emotions. Moreover, those negative emotions cannot solve the problem and will only make the evil god more rampant.

His savior focuses on positive energy and hope.

Soon, Ron called the medical team and the sages from the Eldar Research Institute to come over and take charge of the "undressing" of the Imperial Regent.

The Prince Regent then removed the Armor of Destiny in the presence of the medical team, technical sages, and saviors.

In an instant, the being's injury exploded, and an unpleasant poisonous mist filled the wound.

His expression also became painful, but there was no danger to his life.

But in this state, he is suffering, even standing is difficult, and he cannot recuperate at all.

Fortunately, Ron was able to inject the little sun's life energy into the regent in time to suppress the injury, and gave him two universal elixirs to restore his physical condition and hidden injuries.

The technical sages took away the Armor of Destiny, and the Savior Territory absorbed a large amount of the Eldar's cutting-edge technology. They conducted in-depth research on this mechanical equipment.

Let's see if we can solve the Regent's dependence on this armor.

Of course, it was difficult to achieve anything in such a short period of time, and the regent couldn't stay out of his armor for too long.

They just took the armor to fully scan and obtain data to prepare for future research.

From now on, these medical teams and the sages from the Eldar Research Institute will stay with the Imperial Regent until the problem is completely resolved.

When Guilliman drank the universal elixir, his body became stable.

The medical nuns checked the regent's condition to determine his current condition and whether he could leave the armor and go to the resort to recuperate.

"My body is much better. I'm afraid this is the most relaxing moment since I woke up..."

Guilliman clearly noticed that his body had become much lighter, his breathing had become smoother, and even the pain from his wounds was almost unnoticeable.

It was a wonderful feeling without any pain or suffering.

For many people, this is the normal state of life, but for the regent, it is something that is unattainable.

He cherishes moments like this and is even more grateful for his brother who cares so much about him.

Such intimacy and brotherhood brought tears to the eyes of the betrayed Prince Regent, and his heart felt even warmer.

"Hiss~ This universal elixir works quite well..."

Ron sighed.

The effect in front of him was much better than he imagined.

Although the universal elixir cannot solve the problems of the soul, it can restore the damage caused to the body by the soul and the chaotic level, which means it treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

Being able to repair the body the moment those metaphysical gadgets harm it.

Of course, this is also due to the energy of the small sun.

Ron pointed to the boxes of the Savior's special-effect version of the universal elixir mixed with the energy of the Little Sun on the ground, and said casually:

"Brother Ji, you can carry a few more boxes of these things back later. If you have nothing to do, just take a few sips and treat it as a way to replenish your body..."

Guilliman looked at the box of drink potions on the ground. He was so knowledgeable that he immediately recognized what these things were and was pleasantly surprised.

That's a panacea!

These extremely precious medicines can cure almost most of human diseases and injuries. It can be said that a medicine is a life.

Can save the lives of more elite soldiers!

The Human Empire once possessed the manufacturing technology for this valuable potion.

Unfortunately, the STC of that technology was taken away by the Archons of the Dark Eldar during the "Elixir War", and no one has been able to reproduce this technology since then.

Unexpectedly, Brother Ron actually possesses this precious potion? !

Guilliman looked at the universal elixir in the ground and cherished it. These things were so precious that he was reluctant to drink them so easily.

He planned to leave these potions to those brave warriors.

The regent raised his head, looked at the savior eagerly, and hesitated to speak: "Don't you already have the technology to make a universal elixir? This technology can help the empire..."

Ron interrupted Guilliman's next words and threw him the floral shirt and colorful pants:

"Hey, hey, it's vacation time now, business is not allowed. You can just send someone to make a copy later. Now hurry up and change your clothes, everyone is still waiting!"

He knew that Guilliman wanted this technology for the sake of humanity.

What's more, they just gave me the technology of the Primaris Space Marines, so there's nothing wrong with a technology exchange.

The Prince Regent looked at the unfamiliar costumes with some resistance.

But after hearing the words of the savior, he changed into casual clothes in a happy mood.

Afterwards, three tall warriors wearing sunglasses, floral shirts and slippers walked out of the hall.

"Brothers, sit tight!"

After giving a reminder, Ron stepped on the valve, and the convertible hover car shot out and headed towards the resort area.

…

Resort, beach.

The ocean-themed area of ​​this resort is mainly composed of artificial oceans and beaches, as well as many coconut trees.

The radiance of the sacred tower mixes with the sunlight, bathing the beach in a yellowish color. The sound of waves crashing on the beach can't help but make people calm.

Ron couldn't help but feel a little sleepy while listening to the waves.

“Wuhu!!!”

But the next moment, this sleepiness was driven away by the cheers.

Not far away, Dante was shot hundreds of meters into the air by an ejection device, and then crashed into the ocean in a free fall, causing three meters of waves to splash over him.

"Fuck!"

Ron jerked his spirit, and then created a psychic shield to block the waves.

He looked a little tired as he looked at Dante rolling freely in the sea.

Why does it feel like this guy is becoming more and more deviant? Could it be that a new personality has emerged?

The savior would never admit that the other party learned from him and that he had done the same thing as him.

Seeing Dante's happy look, Ron also felt inexplicably comfortable.

In any case, the warrior who had fought for the Empire for many centuries, was tired and tortured to the point of wanting to die, could become active and enjoy life a little bit.

Also a good thing.

Ron grabbed the coconut next to him and took a sip: "Brother Ji, do you think we should go flying too?"

However, his words went unanswered.

Ron turned his head and looked to the side.

At some point, Guilliman was already lying on the beach chair and fell asleep.

Even in his sleep, this warrior's face was still so resolute and meticulous, solemn as a marble relief, but his frowning brows were relaxed, and he showed no sign of fatigue.

The Prince Regent slept soundly.

It's a good thing he took on so much responsibility and pain that he barely had a moment to rest.

It's time for a good sleep.

"Not bad, it's quite effective..."

Ron was quite satisfied and did not disturb the other party.

In order to let Brother Ji have a good sleep.

He set up a lot of sleep-aiding incense on the beach, and also put enough soothing potion in the opponent's coconut water to make several ant cows sleep in a daze.

Ron lay back on the beach chair and closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.

In the hell galaxy, such peaceful moments are extremely rare, especially for warriors like Dante and Guilliman.

Even he himself doesn't have many such opportunities, because the war is about to start again.

Above Baal's airspace.

A huge fleet is already gathering, covering a large area of ​​the galaxy, leaving a thick shadow, and batch after batch of war supplies are being loaded.

In a few days, the fleets of the Savior and the Regent will set off for the Obscurity Star Territory to engage in a new round of battles with the enemies of humanity.

War is always difficult.

No matter how well-planned, the war with Chaos is always full of risks, whether it is the regent or himself. A little carelessness may face life-threatening danger.

What's more, this time he faces Abaddon and breaks into a den like the Eye of Terror.

That is the home of Chaos in the galaxy. In addition to Abaddon, there are many more forces and individuals wandering there.

Ron took a deep breath, feeling faintly worried.

Perhaps, while they were setting their own plans, the Chaos Heretics and the Corrupted Primarchs also set more vicious traps for them...