Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Ron looked along the sound and saw a rather seductive figure.

That was the governor of Galium, the Queen of Black Weapons, Krashia. She had fair skin, her upper body showed the image of a slender and elegant goddess, and her lower body was a huge poisonous scorpion made of black iron and brass.

The Black Weapon Queen folded her hands on her lower abdomen and bowed slightly like a noble.

Judging from the reactions of the high-level black machine oil guys next to her, she is obviously a well-respected ruler.

The Black Weapon Queen's gaze rested gently on the Demon Eater, revealing a different meaning: "Dear guest, please come with me, we are all looking forward to your arrival..."

Ron nodded and walked towards the Mechanical Palace with the other party.

His tall, dark body strode forward, while the Black Weapon Queen followed him side by side, and the huge scorpion mechanical body even took small steps.

Stay classy.

"Why did you invite me here? Aren't you afraid of me, the enemy of Chaos?"

Ron was a little curious, and the voice coming from under the twisted mask was hoarse and terrifying.

The Queen of Black Weapons shook her head: "Galiyum is an autonomous colony and neutral zone of the Mechanicus. It never makes any enemies and does not want to be involved in wars.

Frankly, we hate war, but it is the key to maintaining peace here.

The soldiers of the Legion conquered each other in the Eye of Terror, and we have an irreplaceable role to survive and develop..."

The Queen of Black Weapons expressed her views on war.

She believed that civil war between the Legions and attacks on the Empire would only lead to destruction.

The Great Rebellion has long since ended, and no matter how many times they kill each other and attack, the Empire still stands.

What's more, the Milky Way no longer belongs to the rebel army or the empire. If we continue to fight like this, it will only lead to self-destruction.

"The Rebel Legion is still dwelling on the past of failure thousands of years ago. This is stupid and unwise behavior."

The Black Weapon Queen said so.

Her meaning is very simple, that is, the rebel army has lost, and it is the last word to stay in the Eye of Fear and live well.

Ron couldn't deny it.

He also wanted peace, but that was impossible.

With tens of millions of Space Marines from the Traitor Legions withdrawing into the Eye of Terror, endless war is doomed.

That is not all the influence of Chaos, but the Space Marines themselves are born for war, and fighting is the meaning of their lives.

Otherwise, would these warriors with knives and guns in their hands be able to lay down their weapons and engage in production and farming?

The war between these rebel legions and the Empire will only end with the complete defeat of one side.

But that was only the end of the war.

Even if mankind defeats the chaos of the galaxy and eliminates the aliens, it will not stop its conquests, but will expand beyond the galaxy.

There are more enemies and wars out there.

What's more, there are Tyranids outside the Milky Way that are eyeing us.

There have been high-level psykers who briefly saw the scene outside the Milky Way, where there was also an eternal war. Tyranid aliens devoured the stars, and more aliens were intertwined in the flames of war.

Once those aliens discover the Milky Way, they won't be able to let it go.

The universe is like a dark forest, and any civilization is either a prey or a hunter.

No one can guarantee whether a weak civilization will grow into a behemoth tens of thousands of years later and then launch an attack on itself.

This is true of humanity, and so is the Tau Empire.

During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, when the Tau were discovered by humans, they were just a group of blue-skinned monkeys who had just learned how to use fire. Now they have become a huge Tau empire.

Can bring huge threats to certain areas of the empire.

Going back in time to a longer period, when the ancient spirit empire was glorious, humans were nothing more than apes.

If they knew that humans would become the overlords of the galaxy, would they kill them in advance?

Only by eliminating all potential enemies can you feel at ease.

Of course, this was a common view among some imperial rulers regarding xenomorphs.

But Ron wasn't entirely convinced.

Because logically speaking, any kind of life in the galaxy is likely to develop a huge civilization, so we can't completely kill them all, right?

And every civilization has its moments of decline.

Even if all foreign enemies are conquered, they may fall into civil war, or create new enemies in their extreme comfort, leading to destruction.

For example, humans in the Golden Age and the Ancient Spirit Empire.

He can't worry about things that are too far away, and it's enough to just focus on the things in front of him.

After the Black Weapon Queen chatted for a while, she changed the topic: "No matter what, we only hope to gain the right to freely explore knowledge..."

“Free exploration of knowledge?”

Ron frowned slightly: "That is not an easy task, and it is often accompanied by torture and suffering."

The search for knowledge is fraught with danger even in the realm of the Savior, let alone in the Eye of Terror.

Expect errors, corruption, corruption, and death to be even worse.

The Black Weapon Queen looked over sincerely:

“That’s why we invited you here.

You are a visionary and without prejudice, your reputation is known throughout the galaxy, and I believe you will be willing to help us.

Give us a safer research platform and let us get the gift of the mechanical goddess..."

When Ron heard this, he immediately understood.

These guys turned out to be greedy for the technology and data support of the Mechanical Forum and the Mechanical Goddess.

Nowadays, the Mechanical Forum has become the largest and only knowledge sharing platform for the oilers.

They need a platform to obtain the latest knowledge and ideas, and they can also offer gear coins to get the blessing of the Mechanical Goddess.

To obtain unparalleled computing power and clean up those complicated and wrong information.

In this case.

Not being able to access the Mechanical Forum means being out of the scientific research circle. Even if you are studying the same technology, your progress will be much behind others.

Those chaotic misinformation is more likely to lead to the wrong research direction.

Let the oilers waste more time and resources.

It can be said that no oiler can resist the temptation of the Mechanical Forum.

Just as they were walking, screams came from the Black Machinery Research Institute not far away.

"No!

Mechanical Goddess, I just went online to take a look at the post, and I didn't spread any illegal taboo knowledge. I pray that you will spare my humble believer..."

The voice of the black oiler was so humble and miserable: "I still have dozens of gears waiting to apply for computing power, my gear coins!"

? ? ?

Ron was stunned when he heard these words.

Isn't this right?

The business of the Mechanical Forum should not cover this area, how can they log in?

"Mechanical Goddess, is a new round of account blocking starting again!?"

However, at this time, the high-level mechanical oilers around heard this miserable cry, and they couldn't help but feel a little sad.

These black oilers with hideous mechanical bodies installed on their bodies, who looked very evil, quickly took out their data boards to check, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after finding that they were safe and sound.

Afterwards, the high-level black oilers noticed Ron's eyes and immediately hid the data boards back.

They were as honest as quails.

After all, the person in front of them was the real controller behind the Mechanical Forum, and they were some illegal log-ins.

Illegal login in front of the real owner, what if he gets angry and blocks all his accounts?

"Maybe, I need to know something..."

Ron looked at the Black Machinery Queen, who looked a little embarrassed.

"As you wish."

The Black Machinery Queen tried to keep her voice normal, but she didn't have the noble temperament before, and was a little flustered.

She told the story of all this.

After the emergence of the Mechanical Forum, the mentality of the black oilers was unbalanced.

They envied and hated the Imperial Mechanicus, and longed to have all of this.

Especially those black oilers who worked for Chaos.

They betrayed the Empire and split from the Mechanicus, and moved to the remote areas of the galaxy and the Eye of Terror, just for the so-called research freedom.

For all this.

They paid a huge price, not only to endure the erosion of Chaos, but also to work for Chaos Gods or warlords, making various weapons and Chaos Engines.

To obtain resources to continue research.

However, the Imperial oilers did not have to do anything, but they had all of this, and it was even better.

Not only did they have the corresponding research freedom, but they could also obtain more knowledge and a safer research environment.

How could the black oilers feel about this?

The huge knowledge base and computing power of the Mechanical Forum were so tempting that they attracted them all the time.

For this reason, the black oilers spared no expense and tried hard to find a way to log in.

This has a chance to be achieved.

Because after the large-scale expansion of the Mechanical Forum, the manufacturing methods of data boards and the way of channel linking were circulated.

Some black oilers used data technology to log in briefly and saw some content.

They found that some of the research projects on it were more taboo and heretical than those of their own technical heretics.

This broke the defense of the black oilers.

They felt that their defection was so ridiculous that they turned into clowns.

The black oilers used black accounts to log in to the Mechanical Forum more and more frequently, and thus formed a huge gray industry.

Many black oilers began to sell their modified data boards and gear coins, but their accounts could not speak and were easily blocked.

But the black oilers in Galyum were different.

They got the support of a data master and obtained a group of special accounts. As long as they did not post taboo topics, they could speak freely.

And they could also upload their own knowledge and obtain gear coins.

This made the black oilers in Galyum become heavy users of psychic networks, and gradually believed in the Mechanical Goddess.

They hope to gain more weight in the Mechanical Forum.

Ron frowned:

"Hiss~ There shouldn't be many high-level technicians in the galaxy who can bypass the monitoring of the Mechanical Goddess..."

After the large-scale expansion of the Mechanical Forum, supervision has indeed become difficult, but not everyone can bypass the monitoring.

As far as he knows, only a few people may have this ability.

Could it be that clone madman Fabius?

He should be interested in the Mechanical Forum and like such innovation and revolutionary behavior.

Ron looked at the Iron Warriors in the distance and thought of another existence.

That is the Iron Warriors' genetic father, the Iron Lord, the Fallen Primarch-Perturabo.

That guy likes to stay in the small dark room to study technology, deal with machinery, and pursue his own idea of ​​building a great civilization.

Perturabo's technical ability once shocked the oil men.

That being's ability to learn binary coding is extremely amazing. He can understand and calculate binary information, and can write a new program for Titan from scratch.

He is a top technical scholar with full engineering and data capabilities.

After the rebellion, Perturabo hid in the Eye of Terror and disappeared.

Now that guy doesn't have to work for the emperor and can freely realize his own technical ideas.

The Primarch had a long lifespan and a powerful mind. Now, ten thousand years later, it is difficult to imagine how far his technological level would have developed.

Ron thought and couldn't help but feel the crisis.

Perhaps when I was at the Water Machinery Forum, Fabius and Perturabo were quietly talking to me on their trumpets.

What’s even more troublesome is that as a public platform, the mechanical forum is difficult to completely ban these accounts.

Supervision can only be further strengthened.

It seems that Xiaoling needs to further strengthen the supervision system of the Mechanical Forum, at least to find those guys when they appear.

Of course, it's not necessarily these guys' fault.

Ron's expression became more serious.

Because there is another possibility, that is, there is an insider among the managers of the Machinery Forum.

The serious expression of this demon eater and guardian of the mechanical goddess made the high-level black machine oil guys a little uneasy.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Black Weapon Queen subconsciously moved closer, trying to gain the Demon Eater's favor.

Don't know why.

She has always been attracted to this existence, ever since she learned of his deeds a long time ago.

There are too many legends and images about him in this land of chaos.

Ron didn't notice any of this and was just speculating on the possibility of a mole.

"Loyal fans of Galium, rejoice, the dark product you desire has been updated again!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice spread in the nearby atmosphere.

The huge mechanical body covered in black robes floated in the air. The machinery behind it sprayed dark, translucent liquid, and there was a faint aroma of gasoline.

He continued to introduce: "The latest product is fermented in the whirlpool eye in the deepest part of the Eye of Fear. The taste is absolutely explosive and can fully activate your inspiration!"

After that existence appeared, a large number of black machine oil guys rushed over eagerly, as if they were going to listen to a sermon.

The Black Weapon Queen introduced in a timely manner:

"Our neutral zone welcomes everyone to trade, and the great black weapon sage is one of them. The products he provides are very popular with everyone..."

The queen obviously knew the identity of the other party, but did not point it out directly.

Ron stared at the figure and gritted his teeth: "Okay, okay, now we have solved the case and found the mole!"

In recent years, Kaul has been claiming to be experimenting with weapons in remote star areas. Unexpectedly, users of the Eye of Terror to develop fuel drinks came.

This is like something that black-hearted motor oil man would do.

He stretched out his hand fiercely, and the power of his spiritual energy was rolled towards the black-robed figure.

Mid-air.

Kaul was happily introducing his own special version of the authentic fuel drink, feeling extremely proud.

Nowadays, the market competition between authentic fuel drinks and improved fuel drinks is becoming increasingly fierce.

On par.

But he, the great genius Caul, still had the upper hand, seized the opportunity, and laid out the market for the Black Mechanicus in advance.

Nowadays, his great sage of black weapons and authentic fuel drink are very popular in the Black Mechanic Cult, and he has won the support of many members of the Black Mechanic Cult.

After he occupies this huge black market.

How can you compete with that guy Moss's pirated and improved fuel drink?

While Caul is announcing new products, Machine Brain is also planning a route to the next Darkforge world.

But he soon noticed the crisis, it was a familiar spiritual energy!

Call turned his head and met Ron's eyes. He suddenly panicked and wanted to run away:

"Save...Savior!?"

Unfortunately it's too late.

The spiritual energy wrapped around him and pulled him directly.

"Why are you here? I just stopped by to sell some fuel drinks..."

Call didn't dare to resist at all, and he was pulled by the psychic energy and smashed to the ground, like a wilted eggplant.

Ron laughed angrily. He was too lazy to care about those broken drinks, but asked directly:

"It turns out that the mole is you. Tell me honestly, did those illegal accounts on the mechanical forum leak out from you?"

"How is that possible?"

Colton felt wronged and quickly defended:

"I'm just selling some drinks. In fact, I'm also tracing the source of those accounts, but the other party's hiding place is very deep."

Ron was stunned for a moment.

If it weren't for Kaul, it would be troublesome.

I'm afraid it really is Fabius or Perturabo, and this phenomenon must be curbed in time.

He did not pursue the matter further. It might not be a bad thing for Caul to maintain contact with the Black Mechanicus.

Some subsequent plans may be able to take advantage of it.

It's a mistake.

Afterwards, Ron and Call attended the banquet of the Black Weapon Queen, and achieved a satisfactory result to everyone in the subsequent discussion.

He allowed the black engine oil guys in Galium to access the mechanical forum.

Let them build an independent community and try not to have contact with the Imperial Mechanicus.

Even if you occasionally go to some public communities, you will be labeled as a gangster.

They must also be subject to greater regulation and not be allowed to freely spread forbidden technologies.

At least not before applying for and obtaining platform permission.

Ron thought about this carefully.

Anyway, it is difficult for the Mechanical Forum to supervise these black accounts for the time being, so it is better to relax some restrictions on the Black Mechanic Church.

Giving them real-name registration can also better control them.

These black oilers claim to have no inclination and free research, but after entering the Mechanical Forum, they will naturally be affected by dependence.

More and more worship the Mechanical Goddess.

He even saw the badge of the Mechanical Goddess on some high-level black oilers. Sure enough, even if the oilers fall, they will not change much.

These influences can slightly pull these black oilers back from Chaos.

What's more, the Savior Territory needs more knowledge about Chaos and Subspace.

When these black oilers come in, their research data will be their own, which is equivalent to working for themselves, and can also better promote the territory's understanding of Chaos and Subspace.

At present, it is just a preliminary idea. As for how to access, how to supervise, and how to eliminate risks.

These issues require more in-depth research and discussion by relevant departments of the territory to form a rigorous and feasible plan.

But it is foreseeable that the future mechanical forum will be very lively, especially those public areas that can only be posted.

In addition.

Ron also communicated with the Queen of Black Machinery alone and agreed on some cooperation.

He found that the queen was more enthusiastic than he imagined, and had a complete human body.

Time passed quickly.

He left Galyum in the reluctant eyes of the Queen of Black Machinery and caught up with the marching coalition fleet...

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Dream, the Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron threw a document to the Black Machinery Great Sage Kaul: "This job is handed over to you, and it must be kept secret..."

He intercepted Kaul.

This guy has to follow him to dig out Abaddon's lair, and will participate in the formation of the new Chaos Force in the future, responsible for the construction of the garrison and recruiting black oilers as technical members.

This can make the newly established Chaos Force more competitive.

In the subsequent plundering journey.

Ron ordered the coalition fleet to speed up, and issued a plundering order to let the Chaos planets along the way pack up the spoils themselves and wait for the fleet to come and take them away.

Otherwise, they will face the fate of destruction.

Although most Chaos planets chose to reject this insulting plundering order and resist, there are still many who chose to offer their spoils in order to gain forgiveness.

This undoubtedly accelerated the pace of the march.

A few months later.

The coalition fleet arrived at its destination, Savaggar.

In that land full of stardust, Ron saw the space fortresses, docks, and a large number of Doom Ark embryos that spread far and wide and were looming.

The coalition fleet quickly launched an attack here.

But what Ron didn't know was that the Chaos fleet that was attacking him had already set sail...