Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Red Council Hall.

The red light of the supergiant star sprinkled from the glass dome, illuminating the ancient angel relief and the huge flag of honor hanging down.

Many chapter leaders came to this magnificent hall under the call of the Savior.

They were told that they and their warriors were about to carry out a dangerous mission to the Eye of Terror, which was full of dangers.

It was a huge vortex composed of dense stars, a hell where reality and the warp were intertwined.

It was just as the name suggested: a black giant eye that glowed ominously in the vast galaxy, like an evil gem inlaid in the north of the galaxy.

It was a storm, the craziest storm in the galaxy, and the chaotic energy spread from there as the center, affecting all aspects of the galaxy.

It was also a paradise for demons, monsters and human traitors, who occupied countless evil worlds.

It can be said that entering there is equivalent to jumping into a coffin.

But the Emperor's angels of death were never afraid of these, but were eager to try. They hoped to follow the great Primarch Savior to break into that chaos nest.

Pour out your anger on the demons and traitors.

These warband leaders straightened their bodies, exuding a unique aura.

They looked expectantly at the two tall figures on the podium - the Savior and the Regent, and their hearing became more acute.

Because the Savior was calling the names.

Only the selected warbands had this honor, following the Savior to fight in the Eye of Terror.

Ron stood on the podium and read out the names of the selected warbands one by one, and the warbands that were read out were all excited.

Not far below the podium.

The warband leaders of the old enemies, the Man-eater and the Lamenter, Tiberus and Malakin, were somewhat tit-for-tat, and neither of them gave in.

"You'd better not have any expectations."

Tiberus had a hint of sarcasm: "The Savior will never allow you unlucky guys to go to the Eye of Terror. If you go, this plan may be in danger."

The Weepers are well-known unlucky guys in the Empire. It's like they have some special curse. Any plan with them will always have special accidents.

Heavy losses.

Malakin's face was ugly, and he defended: "Emperor, the curse of our regiment has been lifted long ago, and there have been no accidents in the entire war here!"

Tiberus tutted:

"Who can guarantee it?

This time to the Eye of Terror, we need to bypass many planets controlled by Chaos bastards along the way. If there is an accident, we will be chased and intercepted by other Chaos forces, which will be a big bad luck..."

However, as soon as the voice fell.

The Savior read out the name of the Weepers regiment.

Malakin was immediately excited.

He saluted the Savior with a pious attitude, and promised that the Weepers would do their best and give everything in the next mission.

"Barbarian, the Weepers have obtained the qualification to go to the Chaos Lair, but you have not gained anything yet. Perhaps you rude guys will not be selected."

The Weepers' war captain smiled slightly, his worries gone.

At this time, Tiberus was also a little nervous. The Savior should not not take him to the Eye of Terror, right?

That would be embarrassing.

He always thought that the Man-eater Shark was already a warrior under the command of the Savior, and would not fall behind in this honor mission.

However, up to now, the name of the Man-eater Shark has not appeared.

If he really fails to be selected, it proves that the Man-eater Shark cannot bear the burden of going to the Eye of Terror, which is undoubtedly a shame.

I am afraid that he will be ridiculed by Malakin and the Weepers for many years.

As time passed.

Tiberus' heart sank more and more, and he wanted to jump out and ask for battle.

But in front of the savior and the regent, he did not dare to be too presumptuous.

On the throne.

Ron continued to read the names of the war groups slowly. This time, it was not suitable to bring too many people to the Eye of Terror to dig out Abaddon's lair.

He would only bring tens of thousands of elite space warriors as the main combat force.

As for those imperial guards who would return to Holy Terra, the new imperial guards marshal needed to make more adjustments to the organization of the imperial guards to cope with the next war in the galaxy.

Not only the selection of elite warriors, but also the warships.

Those small warship battle groups could not resist the high concentration of chaotic power in the Eye of Terror, and were easily corroded into wrecks and became a burden.

So this time, hundreds of large warships were sent out, each with a hull length of more than eight kilometers.

Ron looked at the remaining names on the list and continued to read.

Except for his own offspring such as Thunder Guards and War Angels.

His requirements for selecting warriors were simple, that is, a war group that was quick to act, had strong subjective initiative and was relatively cunning.

It would be best if it was the Blood Ravens, but it was a pity that they were not here.

Fortunately, there are still some warbands that are good at stealing and robbing, such as the Sons of the People, the Man-eater Shark, etc.

As for the selection of the Weepers, it is purely for risk hedging.

"Praise the great savior!"

When the name of the Man-eater Shark was announced, Tiberus jumped out to salute in surprise, feeling that he had won.

Ron put away the list and took a deep look at the big shark. Subordinates who know how to deal with things always get more attention.

The selection of the warband has ended.

Those warbands that were not selected were quite disappointed.

They have been in Baal for too long and have to return to their respective guard areas to continue to resist chaos and aliens.

However, just as everyone was about to disperse, a new warband arrived.

They requested to see the Savior.

After getting permission, the warriors in white power armor with black decoration walked into the hall together, their steps hurried, and there was a hint of worry in their excitement.

Those were the companies of the White Temple.

The crowd didn't understand why, so they moved aside to make way for the White Temple.

Ron looked at the White Temple Captain Malakate standing in front of the team, and smiled gently: "Captain, you are a step late, and the victory celebration ceremony has already ended."

Malakate glanced at everyone, hesitated for a moment and said loudly:

"Lord Savior, Lord Regent, we are here to complete an important matter, which is related to the fate of our regiment. Please be a sacred witness!"

Hearing this, everyone became curious and focused their attention.

They looked at the White Temple with a hint of doubt.

Many regiments have heard the Ministry of the Interior's accusations against the White Temple. These warriors are very likely to have disloyal blood.

This is worth being vigilant.

That means these White Temple warriors are not trustworthy and may betray their fighting brothers at any time and join Chaos.

The Empire has experienced several betrayals like this, causing considerable damage, and even more loyal blood suffered heavy casualties.

The loyal warriors of the White Temple faced the gazes of the crowd, feeling inexplicably aggrieved and helpless.

But when they thought about what was about to happen, the negative emotions in their hearts dissipated a lot.

Perhaps after today, the White Temple will become one of the most loyal bloods in the Empire, and no one can doubt it.

Ron also focused his attention, waiting for the speech of the White Temple Captain.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of armor hitting the ground.

Nearly a hundred White Temple warriors suddenly knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads to the Savior, and shouted devoutly and worshipfully:

"Father!"

? ? ?

Everyone, including the Regent, revealed a trace of shock, staring at the White Temple, and then shifted their eyes to the Savior.

The White Temple recognized his father in public? !

Ron was also a little confused, and suddenly didn't know how to respond.

Anyone who suddenly has so many "sons" would be a little overwhelmed, not to mention that he knew in his heart that these "sons" or genetic offspring had nothing to do with him.

But he quickly calmed down.

Ron didn't know what was going on, so he didn't make any statement, but just looked at the captain of the White Templar.

Waiting for the other party's explanation.

After all, there must be evidence or reason to recognize the father, otherwise he would not be able to accept these cheap sons.

Malakate took a deep breath and projected a genetic data map, which clearly showed the comparison of the genes of the White Templar and the Primarch of Hope.

After the White Templar obtained the gene seed of the Savior, it immediately conducted research and obtained a surprising result.

That is, the degree of compatibility of their gene seeds, which reached more than 70% with the genes of the Savior.

In today's large-scale mutation of gene seeds, this data is higher than the degree of genetic compatibility of many war groups with their parent groups and Primarchs.

The Savior is very likely to be the genetic father of the White Templar!

Afterwards, Malakate sent this exciting news to the Chapter Master who was leading the main force on an expedition to seek the truth.

This new discovery surprised and delighted the Chapter Master of the White Templars, and also made him hesitate.

Because they also found clues and were gradually approaching another result.

There is no doubt that there is a conflict between the two, so who is the truth?

After hesitating, the Chapter Master of the White Templars resolutely destroyed the clue, because he could not guarantee whether the Primarch behind the clue was really a rebellious Primarch as the Ministry of the Interior said.

They also had no time to continue exploring. The White Templars might be declared a heretic at any time, or be exiled and go on an expedition of atonement.

As the Chapter Master, he must be responsible for the Chapter.

And no matter how you look at it, the genetic data of the Savior is more credible and a better choice.

Nothing can bless the White Templars better than a living Primarch.

After destroying the clues, the Chapter Master of the White Templars immediately stopped the expedition and led the team back, and ordered Malakate to find the Savior as quickly as possible.

Let the White Temple return to the embrace of the Gene Father.

Of course, Malakate didn't know all this.

He only knew that the Chapter Master and the priests gave the results, proved the authenticity of the data, and asked him to represent the White Temple to see the Savior and pray for return as quickly as possible.

To avoid more accidents.

In the hall.

After seeing the highly compatible data and listening to the White Temple Captain's story, most of the doubts in their hearts dissipated.

The data looks purer than their own and their Gene Father, what else is there to doubt?

Besides, no one dares to lie about this matter.

Otherwise, they will be despised by everyone, and even arouse the anger of the Primarch, and completely lose their place in the Empire.

After listening to the description of the White Temple Captain.

Ron finally knew why the other party wanted his gene seeds. It turned out that he wanted to do a "paternity test". This matter...

But after all, he is a cheap son, and it would be a waste not to accept him.

What's more, these White Temple warriors are indeed a bit miserable.

If I don't let them return, given the empire's outrageous actions, more tragedies will probably happen.

This is not the first time that the Empire has forced the Space Marines to revolt, and it has also sent a large number of them to the Eye of Terror for the so-called Atonement Expedition.

Chunchun is sending supplies and troops to the Chaos Legion forces in the Eye of Terror.

Ron looked at the Regent. He had to express his opinion on such an occasion, or if the other party knew the real father of the White Templar, he could also say it in advance.

To avoid embarrassment in the future.

After all, it is not good for a person to have two fathers. Wouldn't he become a stepfather at that time?

Guilliman was also a little confused when he saw Ron's gaze.

He stared at the other party, conveying a meaning of "It's your child, what does it have to do with me?"

In fact, the Regent has been asleep for ten thousand years and is not very clear about the origin of the White Templar.

He may not even know how many genetic offspring he has.

Due to the lack and mutation of gene seeds.

The genes in the gene seeds of the major war groups are simply you in me, I in you, and I can't tell them apart at all.

His gene seeds even flowed into the Eye of Terror due to the black market, looting and other reasons, and cultivated a large number of Chaos Space Marines.

It's hard to explain.

Moreover, the Regent himself accepted many war groups that could not find their fathers and regarded them as his descendants.

Guilliman didn't say anything, but nodded seriously, acknowledging this fact.

Now, the Regent of the Empire and the Primarch of the Ultramarines gave a positive answer, giving it more legitimacy.

Everyone was waiting for the response of the Savior.

If the Primarch of Hope accepts the White Temple and agrees to the other party's return, this matter will be considered a success and irrefutable.

These warriors who have been questioned are the most loyal!

The warriors of the White Temple were very nervous, with expectations in their eyes, expecting the Father of Genes to accept their return.

Under the eyes of everyone, Ron went down the steps step by step and walked to Malaquet's side.

He helped the captain up:

"Welcome to your return, my sons..."

The Savior accepted the return of these wanderers with a gentle attitude, and specially allowed the captain to stand in the position closest to him.

It was a kind of oath.

The false accusations against the White Temple were washed away. They were loyal blood and the beloved sons of the Primarch of Hope.

The eyes of the people on the White Temple warriors also changed.

These returning warriors are trustworthy and are fighting brothers who can entrust their lives.

All this made the White Temple warriors tremble all over and shed hot tears.

It seemed that all the grievances were swept away.

In the next few days.

The Savior held a grand return ceremony for the White Temple, and let the Regent, many priests, chapter leaders, and nobles witness this sacred ceremony.

At the same time, this matter was announced to the Empire, foreshadowing the true return of the White Temple...

-

A week later.

The huge fleet that almost obscured Baal had left.

The Regent led the First Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade into the Webway first, and rushed to the Nak'mond Corridor in the Hazy Star Region for support at the fastest speed.

He will face the war with Abaddon and the Chaos Alliance.

The Outer Orbital Port of Baal.

Hundreds of large warships docked in this area, casting a dark shadow.

A large amount of war and logistical supplies were loaded into these large warships through the operation channel, and many Space Marines were gradually boarding the ships.

Tiberus sorted out his equipment.

He looked at the captain of the White Templar standing next to the Savior from a distance.

Now, the purity and continuation of the White Templar bloodline are guaranteed, and with the blessing of the Savior, more resources can be obtained.

Those warriors have changed into brand new equipment, enjoying the luxurious treatment of the Savior's genetic descendants, and have obtained a super-large warship as a temporary base.

There was a hint of envy in Tiberus's eyes, and he felt that he was a biological son and he was a wild one.

He fell into deep thought.

Then he suddenly elbowed Malakin next to him:

"Unlucky guy, do you think we, the Carcharodon, could be the descendants of the Savior?"

The Carcharodon war captain suddenly realized that his gene father seemed a little vague.

? ? ?

Malakin's eyes widened when he heard this.

He looked at the barbarian with a look of contempt, saying, "What the hell do you want? This is impossible."

Tiberus didn't care about Malakin's look. He decided to look back and find an opportunity to ask the Savior for a gene seed.

Not long after.

This elite fleet led by the Savior also entered the webway...

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Webway.

The bridge of the Dream.

Ron stood in front of the observation dome, observing this magnificent webway building between reality and the subspace, with black barriers extending to the endless distance.

It seemed that there would never be an end.

Today's webway is full of traces of construction, with a large number of greenskins and engineers wrapped in protective clothing working on the construction.

Building various types of buildings.

Occasionally, the light of the sacred tower could be seen flickering, dispelling the infiltrating subspace and chaotic energy.

The development of the webway has been going on for a long time.

When the ship passed a large intersection, Ron saw a huge city being repaired and built.

Based on the ruins of the ancient elves, the Savior Territory has rebuilt a super-large city belonging to humans, which has a larger carrying capacity than any nest city in the empire.

Just like the continent in the webway.

It can carry hundreds of billions of humans.

The construction in the webway is extremely difficult, and requires more technical support, and the resources invested are unimaginable.

The webway city in front of us is the largest project being built in the Savior Territory. The resources produced by more than a thousand planets in the entire Savior Territory are invested here.

And it is exactly the galactic business center that Ron has high hopes for, which can connect the transportation hub of the empire's territory and allow countless human civilizations to trade with each other.

This is a huge project.

If you want to complete it completely, it may take a long time and terrifying resources.

Fortunately, all this is done in different regions.

The first phase of the galactic business center has entered the middle and late stages.

Buzz~

The subspace engine of the Dreamy sends out a slight vibration.

That is the influence of chaotic energy.

Ron looked up and saw several large damaged areas. Chaos energy was slowly infiltrating, seriously affecting the progress of construction.

The infiltration of these chaotic energies was like flooding groundwater.

It made it difficult to cast the building.

However, the construction project continued.

He looked at the prismatic black mechanical creation next to him.

It was a subspace inhibitor cast by Blackstone Technology, which could effectively slow down the impact of chaotic energy.

This was of great help to the overall repair and construction of the webway.

The main reason why Ron was so anxious to go to the Eye of Terror to dig out Abaddon's lair was for the black stones and black stone technology relics there.

There are many super-large black stone buildings in the empire, such as the Blackstone Obelisk, the Blackstone Fortress, and many black stone mines.

These black stones exist all over the galaxy.

But for a long time, the empire had little knowledge of black stones, and only regarded them as building materials for alien creations or space Necromancer tombs.

During the Dark Expedition.

The Blackstone Fortress showed amazing power in Abaddon's hands, and could even transform stars into supernovas, forming destructive super weapons.

At this time, many forces in the Empire, especially the Inquisition and the Mechanicus, really began to study these Blackstone creations.

The Empire's research speed was extremely slow.

It was not until the eve of the Great Rift.

The Great Sage Cawl finally studied part of the use of the Blackstone.

Now, the Empire has known that the Blackstone is a weapon to restrain the Warp, and even the hope of closing the Great Rift and even the Eye of Terror.

For the Chaos and Alien camps, the Blackstone is also extremely useful.

The main purpose of Abaddon's many dark expeditions is to destroy the Blackstone buildings of the Empire and let the Great Rift spread at a faster rate.

Not only that.

He also studied many Blackstone technology structures to directional amplify and induce Warp energy.

For example, the Obsidian Crown can reverse the polarity of the Blackstone and stably create a Warp rift for demons to pass through.

Those large black stone structures can even isolate galaxies and even star regions, making related routes and communications completely ineffective.

Moreover, black stone is an excellent building material, and even artillery fire cannot damage it. Mining requires the use of heavy power drills.

Black stone is so important.

This is true for all races in the entire galaxy, even for demons, and it will become more and more important in the future.

It is related to the future of the galaxy.

Nowadays, all races and chaos forces in the galaxy have realized the importance of black stone and are engaged in a technical competition for black stone.

Whoever wins this competition will have more opportunities to survive in the Purgatory Galaxy and even usher in glory.

For this reason, various races and chaos forces launched fierce wars to compete for these black stone resources.

The Alert Star War Zone, an area rich in black stone deposits, is the embodiment of those wars.

It has become the most dangerous battlefield in the galaxy.

The Savior Territory does not have the spare energy to intervene in the Alert Star War Zone and completely expel all races and chaos forces occupying that area to obtain a large amount of black stone.

But he had a chance to get the black stone stored in the Eye of Terror for free.

Ron took a deep look at the Black Stone technology creation and turned to the seat next to him.

He needed to make more plans to ensure that he could get those precious resources smoothly.

...

A month later, in the northwest of the Hazy Star Region.

Hundreds of large warships jumped out of the void and entered a stagnant state. The energy shielding devices of the ships were activated to minimize the leakage of signals.

In the distance in front of the fleet.

The black giant eye that spanned the vast galaxy was watching everything, and the chaotic energy could be seen twisting and swirling in it.

Like a bottomless abyss.

That was the Eye of Terror...