Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Wall of eternity.

The area around the ancient tarmac was crowded with people, from the platform to the towering city walls.

The sacred statues shone in the light of the incense-burning braziers.

The aroma of holy oil masks the smell of pollution in the air.

People breathed in the air mixed with rust, holy oil and cosmetic powder, and listened to the hymns of the choir children dedicated to the Imperial Regent and the Primarch of Hope.

Everyone craned their necks in anticipation because they were about to witness a living legend.

But most people can only watch from afar.

Even if they are Terran bureaucrats, controlling the life and death of many planets.

Only the most noble group in the galaxy, the high-ranking nobles or commanders of the Empire, can meet the Primarch on the platform.

On the platform, the dignitaries of the Terran Council, the dignitaries of the Ministry of the Interior, and the priests of the state religion had long stood in their own positions according to their powers and reputations.

Chaos yet orderly.

But many of them are not very happy, even gloomy.

After half a century, the Imperial Regent returned from the front to the center of power.

That means their interests are about to be harmed.

What's more, the Primarch of Hope has also arrived, a being who poses a greater threat than the Imperial Regent.

He is so out of tune with the empire that he will completely destroy the power order formed over the past ten thousand years.

These political creatures have an extremely keen sense of smell and are aware of the coming of reforms and changes.

Your own family may plummet in this change.

Some of them are working secretly, plotting conspiracies, or digging out forbidden weapons from the dark room in an attempt to contact heretics and alien assassins.

An extreme assassination attempt on the Primarch of Hope.

In the past, these high-level officials would be wary of the original body's force and would temporarily submit to the rule.

But now the contradiction has become difficult to reconcile, and they have to take a risk.

The Primarch is also a human being, and can bleed, be injured, and even die.

The Empire once had twenty powerful Primarchs, aren't they all about to die?

Whoosh whoosh——

When the shuttle landed, everyone's faces were filled with smiles, real or fake.

"Lord Savior!"

A certain high lord greeted him warmly, fearing that everyone would not know his loyalty.

The leader of the Navigator family, the father of Nova and the supreme lord of the navy, looked up and saw that it was the poor man who was the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"You really don't care about face..."

The eyes on Nova Father's forehead trembled slightly, sending a psychic message.

"Who told the Savior to give so many things to the Astra Militarum..."

The admiral sneered: "That guy has almost become someone's loyal dog, how can he look like a high lord?"

If the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum heard this, he would definitely be furious: "You are noble, you are amazing!"

There is no way, the Astra Militarum is the most miserable existence in the empire department, and can be called the empire's weaklings.

There isn’t even a permanent high-collar chair.

His ability to enter the High Lords Council was just a product of political struggle, and he basically had nothing to say.

We still have to ask the high lord of the Ministry of the Interior to approve the budget.

In this dark age, the Empire's territory is full of wars. Astra Militarum soldiers fight on every front, periodically dying in the tens of billions, while logistical support is getting less and less.

They were almost unable to open the pot.

If this continues, the Astra Militarum will collapse!

Nowadays, who doesn’t know that the savior of the Milky Way is the richest, so what if he hugs his old man’s lap?

The commander-in-chief did not shy away from people's gaze and licked wildly!

If it weren't for the presence of the Thunder Guards, he would have rushed forward to greet the savior personally.

…

Ron got off the shuttle ship and stepped onto the dark ancient stone platform with the Prince Regent.

People jumped for joy.

The dignitaries and dignitaries paid tribute to the original body one after another.

He sighed slightly: "Oh, nothing has changed in this."

"Nothing has changed."

Guilliman replied softly, with a spring breeze on his face as he responded to the welcoming crowd.

As an excellent politician, he knows how to handle these situations and hide his intimidating side.

As for the primarch savior, it seems much more casual.

In other words, he didn't care at all.

Ron carefully observed the scene in front of him.

The dark and ferocious city wall, the dark crowd.

They all have all kinds of weird mechanical limbs on their bodies, full of the smell of decay.

Strong incense and smelly air, choirs, cherubim made by babies, record attendants bound in iron coffins, using quills to record something.

That is the most direct presentation of the dark and decadent tone of the empire.

Not only him, but also Guilliman felt a hint of disgust.

After witnessing the situation in the Savior's territory, the Imperial Regent became increasingly dissatisfied with the current situation in the Empire.

This was one of the reasons why he came back from the front lines of the Indomitable Expedition after the situation calmed down.

"Half a century later, I set foot on Holy Terra again..."

Ron looked back on the past with emotion.

At the age of eighteen, he stood like a slave.

Of course, this is an exaggerated description. He was over fifty that year, and his current actual age is over a hundred years old.

But among the high-level beings in the galaxy, he is considered a young man in his prime.

Half a century ago, he came to Holy Terra in order to activate his business license and obtain the support of the Imperial State Church.

It was also in this place.

He mingled among the crowd behind the Regent of the Empire, like an unknown person, cautious and careful.

Now, in the same place.

He came to this planet as a victor, the savior of the Primarch of Hope, and was respected by people.

He was no longer the small governor of the star region who sought the protection of the high lords, but one of the most powerful beings in the empire, a ruler with unstoppable power.

He became an existence that the high lords needed to curry favor with.

Ron responded to the greetings of the commander-in-chief of the Star Army, the Pope of the State Religion, and the Mars Casting General with a warm smile.

Especially the commander-in-chief of the Star Army, who was very considerate.

Shouldn't the material support in the future be doubled?

These are his allies in Holy Terra, including the Marshal of the Imperial Guard in the palace.

He came to Holy Terra this time to transform this place and carry out some reforms, so he needed some allies, the more the better.

If he could promote peaceful reforms with the power of the majority and avoid bloodshed and sacrifice.

That would be the best result.

"Who else is the enemy and who is the friend here?"

Ron looked at the smiling crowd and was a little alert.

He knew that some of them regarded him as an enemy and wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

They might be intimidated by his power and had to obey, but it cannot be ruled out that they would jump over the wall and take risks.

After all, he was rectifying the entire Holy Terra and making this human home planet return to vitality.

That was a necessary process.

Ron didn't want someone to hold him back while he was leading humanity forward.

With the situation of Holy Terra being difficult to reverse, it might suddenly burst one day.

It's better to deal with it early.

But Holy Terra has tens of thousands of high-level families and forces, involving countless civilized worlds in the galaxy, and the political situation is complicated.

Maybe the high lords have spent all their time dealing with these relationships.

No one can explain the relationship entanglements clearly, and they must cut the Gordian knot quickly.

Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the more trouble it will cause.

They are bound to unite in the crisis and create more trouble.

What's more, some ancient families still have hidden forbidden technologies that can form huge destructive power.

Those guys have the ability to rebel and may also attract heretics or aliens.

Roon and Guilliman looked at each other.

They have decided to change all this and let Holy Terra keep up with the pace of the Savior's territory.

Humanity should not continue to be immersed in darkness, but move towards light.

In the crowd, the dignitaries looked at the two primarchs, and their worries were even greater.

They were thinking about where they would go.

Roon didn't dwell on this matter for too long.

The plan has been arranged, and there will be special people to implement it to ensure the smooth progress of this reform.

Relevant government officials and mechanical facilities are also on the way.

These will completely change the rotten political form and efficiency of Holy Terra.

Thereby avoiding more imperial tragedies.

He came to Holy Terra this time not only for reform, but more importantly for wool.

As the home planet of mankind, Holy Terra experienced the most glorious golden age of mankind and preserved many technological relics and relics.

But under the influence of the Chaos Evil God, the empire became more conservative.

Many technologies and treasures were locked in dark corners and slowly corroded.

The high-level officials of the empire could not control them, but he could. He could make use of the treasures collected during the glorious period of mankind.

Those were things that could change the galaxy.

There was no need to say more about the Iron Man.

That was an important guarantee for mankind to colonize the galaxy in the golden age, a powerful artificial intelligence robot with the ability to upgrade itself.

Compared to them, the Holy Titan was just the most ordinary engineering machine.

It is said that the Emperor Emperor recovered some of the tortured and castrated remains of the Iron Man and rebuilt them into an automatic combat soldier called "Extinction Relics".

If he could get that unit, or even find a complete Iron Man and control it, the strength of the territory would be greatly increased.

Even if it is not fully used, just studying the technology and data of the Iron Man is a huge benefit.

The territory can use these golden age technologies to create powerful planetary war weapons.

There is also the Yemenga Monolith, a sacred artifact left over from the glorious days of the Necrons.

According to the secret information that can be found.

The giant stone tablet had a record of activity during the Great Rift, and it began to glow when the subspace rift storm came.

It formed a perfect anti-psychic field.

That made the area stable in the subspace storm without any impact.

It can be called abnormal.

If humans can also create such an anti-psychic field, it can cause a major blow to Chaos.

What's more amazing is that it is only the defensive function of the Yemenga Monolith.

It is actually a productive technology creation with special functions.

The divination illusion of a psychic in the empire showed that the stone tablet can use some kind of technological means to physically replicate every Necron spaceship that comes into contact with it.

When Ron saw the secret record, he was numb.

Isn't that a perfect 3D printer that still retains the functions of the original object, it is simply magical.

He couldn't imagine it.

In the original war in heaven, how grand was the war between the dead ancestors of the Necrons and the ancient saints.

So much so that the Ancient Saints created the Eldar and Green-skinned Orcs to deal with it, and even the god of the real universe, Star God, perished as a result.

Perhaps artifacts like the Yemenga Stone were just conventionally deployed weapons at the time.

Just like driving the most common warship in the empire back to the feudal era, there is a high probability that it will be regarded as an unrivaled artifact by the local ancients.

Ron didn't even dare to think about it.

The awakened Necrons and the declining Eldar have retained many of these forbidden weapons.

What kind of destructive power will they get when they retrieve their old technology and use it?

"Human pills..."

The more Ron thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he became more determined to reform Holy Terra and promote human progress.

If you still retain backward concepts, reject those so-called taboos or high-end technologies.

That is digging your own grave.

With the return or revival of ancient races.

Humanity must maintain rapid development and progress so that one day it will not be pressed to the ground by the enemy and rubbed, without the ability to fight back.

In fact, the danger has already arrived.

The webway in the Savior's territory was attacked by forbidden technology. Ordinary defensive force fields and arrays did not work at all, resulting in heavy casualties.

There is no way, the current technology in the territory is focused on the Holy Sun Technology.

It's quite effective against Chaos Demons, but it's not very useful in preventing aliens and physical and technological attacks.

Ron was vaguely suspicious.

That was an attack from the Dark Eldar, a branch of the Eldar that retained most of the technology and forbidden weapons of the Eldar Empire.

Cruel and bloodthirsty.

Perhaps the high-level beings among them have become ambitious about the webway they own and have begun to act out.

The Dark Eldar can appear in any area with the help of the Ancient Eldar's webway technology.

Destruction is much easier than construction.

If those guys are determined to use forbidden weapons to launch terrorist attacks, they will cause great damage to the construction activities in the Savior's territory.

Moreover, it is difficult to catch them.

That is an extremely troublesome thing, and I will definitely be tired of dealing with it.

Ron frowned, thinking about ways to deal with the Dark Eldar.

How can we catch these beings that can roam around the webway and the galaxy and attack their base camp?

What kind of weapons can be used against these depraved guys?

The weapons technology of the Savior Territory is now somewhat taboo in the eyes of the Empire, but within the larger scope of the galaxy.

Still too routine.

He thought of a forbidden artifact that the empire had come into contact with - Kongji Liuli, which was a forbidden creation related to the soul.

It is said to allow people to see their true nature.

It is best to use it to deal with the Dark Eldar whose souls are defective.

The only clue he has now is that the Man-Eating Shark Chapter once escorted the forbidden artifact. Maybe he can ask them.

There should also be corresponding records in the sanctuary library.

Ron was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't even pay much attention to the Regent's reminder.

In the absence of danger, his body's defensive instincts will not be triggered.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Guilliman reminded the savior again, a little worried about his state.

Ron reacted and noticed the fearful and worried looks of the people in front of him.

He reacted immediately.

I shouldn't look worried in such a public place.

That will affect the mentality of many people in the empire and cause some unnecessary effects.

"Nothing, I suddenly thought of something."

Ron put those bad thoughts behind him, returned to his smile, and responded to the greetings of imperial officials and people.

Overthinking is one of my shortcomings, and I always like to think about the worst aspects of things.

But that is the most basic quality of a Taoist person.

That's one of the reasons why he rarely rolls over.

Ron sometimes envied that guy Guilliman, who could just attack the enemy and win.

He is not that kind of child of luck, so he can only think more and be more prepared.

Afterwards, Ron followed the established procedures and boarded a luxurious and heavy ceremony transport ship with Guilliman alone.

The "parade" began.

The viewing transport ship will pass through some important transportation routes, allowing more people of the Empire to admire the heroic appearance of the Primarch.

Just like half a century ago.

The scenery before us gradually changed from gorgeous churches and aristocratic gathering areas to slums.

The hungry poor and disabled looked expectantly, moving with difficulty between the simple shacks.

Like maggots crawling in the shadows of Holy Terra.

half a century ago.

Their fathers witnessed the return of the Ultra Primarch, the Imperial Regent, chasing the ceremonial transport, longing for redemption.

However, both before and after the return of the original body.

The lives of these poor people at the bottom have not changed much, just as they have always been.

Maybe it's gotten a little worse.

Because the Indomitus Crusade consumed a lot of material resources, the already poor empire was even worse.

But that was a necessary sacrifice.

Of course, these low-level sufferers will not understand why Holy Terra has to pay so much to rescue humans who are countless light years away.

Instead of saving yourself who is about to starve to death?

Now, these pious sufferers, like last time, are chasing the ceremony transport ship belonging to the Primarch of Hope.

I hope that the existence called the Savior can bless me and let me be redeemed.

Ron looked at those suffering people, smiled at them, and responded to the expectant eyes as much as possible.

Their suffering will not last too long.

If there is no accident, after the victory celebration, Holy Terra will usher in earth-shaking changes.

The premise is that these people can survive until that day in hunger and pain.

Fortunately, that day will not come too late, and they will most likely survive.

Suddenly, Ron noticed the obscure sight.

It was a staring gaze.

He turned his head and saw the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine and her twin holy servants.

The appearance of that existence has not changed much, and it is still holy and beautiful.

The long silver hair, white angel wings and the exquisite body covered with armor attracted many eyes.

Any normal man cannot ignore the existence of the silver-haired angel and the twin holy servants.

Some nobles even had some taboo ideas.

But they only dared to think about it in the depths of their minds, and they dared not even reveal a trace of blasphemous eyes.

Saint Celestine maintained her inherent coldness.

But Ron knew that it was this silver-haired angel who was secretly looking at him and the twin holy attendants next to him.

After many years.

Saint Celestine became much more sunny, and there was no longer so much pain in her heart.

The remaining soul energy of the Savior brought her too many changes, and her closed and gray heart was illuminated by the sun.

The silver-haired angel dreamed of the Savior more and more, especially after witnessing that scene.

"Saint Celestine..."

Ron walked over, maintaining an elegant and luxurious posture: "Do you have something to do with me?"

However, as he approached.

The silver-haired angel and the twin holy attendants were a little panicked.

"Nothing."

Saint Celestine said two words stiffly, and walked to another part of the deck nervously.

Ron stopped, confused: "What's going on? Did I offend her?"

After that, he noticed more fiery eyes.

Those eyes came from princesses, noble ladies, and young ladies among high-ranking nobles and officials, full of desire.

Even flirting, it was almost watery.

He could even feel it.

Those eyes penetrated his robe and saw his body.

All in sight.

They seemed to be familiar with every inch of his body.

? ? ?

Ron tightened his robe slightly, with only one thought in his mind:

"Oh no, these women are greedy for my body..."

Such a strange phenomenon made him a little alert.

Could it be that the Lord of Pleasure has influenced this place and corrupted the top leaders of Holy Terra?

That's a big deal!

Wait until the viewing transport ship arrives at the destination.

Ron didn't even have time to attend the dinner, so he immediately sent the elite of the Ers Tribunal to investigate the matter.

At the same time, he sent a letter to ask the Imperial Guards to help.

However, the result was beyond his expectation...