Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Dayl didn't know.

Her subconscious behavior had long been detected by the savior's psychic consciousness.

"It was a deal, but that woman had bad intentions..."

Ron walked out of the luxurious bedroom and sighed slightly.

Originally, it was a political alliance formed by sex, but I didn't expect that the merchant queen actually wanted to be the mother of her own child.

Then I can't blame myself.

The status of the primarch is so noble that if he doesn't betray the empire, he naturally has the top political status.

Any person or thing related to it has unimaginable benefits.

In short, the primarch is a collection of faith, power and force.

Even if he wakes up with nothing, he can have a huge force as long as he returns to the empire.

Those war group descendants who use the primarch's genes will naturally obey under the guidance of blood, and will be welcomed and worshipped by the people of the empire wherever they go.

Return to the center of power.

There are countless dignitaries and bureaucrats in the empire who hope to be favored by the primarch and gain benefits from it.

Even a beggar on the street, if recognized by the Primarch, has the opportunity to become a being above a trillion people.

For example, the Savior has the power to appoint anyone as the manager of a planet, or to give a planet or even a garden world as private property to anyone.

It depends on whether he is willing.

Let's put it in.

You are strolling on the street one day.

Suddenly a big golden man descends from the sky and says to you: "Boy, you are very talented, I am willing to accept you as my adopted son.

From now on, the planet under your feet will be your private property."

Then, you are given the Primarch's badge, and you move into the Governor's Palace under the protection of the Emperor's Angels, and master the supreme power of this planet.

You get everything you dream of.

Even if you don't know anything, you can learn slowly. The political elites and powerful guards around you can help you rule this planet.

Those planetary nobles and bureaucrats are servile to you, and countless women want to climb into your bed.

All this is just because the Primarch favors you.

However, the truth is even more exaggerated.

As the territory continues to expand.

Many civilians who were previously hungry and worse than slaves have grown up with the Savior to rule several galaxies.

They are not much stronger than the other trillions of humans, and there are many talented people.

But these people are lucky to get the trust of the Savior, and have unimaginable resources and training.

Naturally, they can rise straight up.

If Dale of the Chaos family can get pregnant with the heir of the Primarch, the benefits will be even more terrifying.

That is enough to drive people crazy.

She doesn't do anything, just give birth to the child, and she can have an excellent descendant.

The descendant inherits the genes of the Primarch and is destined to become a powerful warrior, and even develop a powerful Space Marine Corps.

Even if it doesn't work, he can use the identity of the Primarch's bloodline to seize a lot of power in the Empire or the Savior's territory.

Of course, this matter is not that simple.

But those families that have developed for many centuries know how to achieve their goals with the Primarch's bloodline without angering the Primarch.

Dale studied the character of the savior and decided to lead the family to completely rely on him after the child was born.

Accept the orders of the existence of everything, including herself.

She only needs to play the role of a mother, cultivate the child well, and establish a deep relationship.

In the future, she will naturally get everything she wants.

Ron himself knows this very well, because there have been too many beauties who want to be the mother of the child.

The original body is the product of genetic technology, and it is indeed not easy to give birth to children.

But that is not absolute.

The old Chinese medicine doctor Fabius can use the original body genes to clone a complete original body. There are naturally many technologies or relics in the galaxy that can achieve this goal.

If those guys get their body fluids, they may really cultivate their own blood descendants.

What should I do then? Kill my own blood descendants, a baby?

That is a difficult choice. With his personality, he can't do such a thing. He can only pinch his nose and accept it, and then do the follow-up processing.

Unfortunately, Dale's attempt to eat peaches is doomed to be futile.

Because Ron chose to take precautions before it happens, he used weak psychic energy to completely crush any genetic body fluids when they left the body.

So that their genetic structure was completely destroyed.

This is similar to some celebrities and wealthy people in his previous life who carried chili sauce with them.

In order to not leave offspring, those guys would pour chili sauce into their body fluids after the incident to pay a huge compensation.

To prevent the body fluids from entering the body again in some form.

There were even cases where those who wanted to leave offspring secretly poured body fluids mixed with chili sauce into their bodies after the incident, causing cries of grief and calls to 120.

Judging from the current situation, Ron did not want to leave any blood offspring.

That would be too risky.

Because blood offspring would naturally take away power and were uncontrollable, not to mention that there were also corrupt Chaos Gods in this world.

Even the Emperor could not avoid such risks, leaving behind painful lessons.

He was a typical negative example.

The twenty primarchs were indeed powerful and greatly helped his power.

But those primarchs all had their own unique views, forming several small groups that disliked each other and even caused many struggles.

The primarchs had their own ideals and pursuits, and these ideas conflicted with the Emperor's ideas, causing them to hate their fathers one after another.

In the end, they betrayed the Emperor under the instigation of the Chaos God.

It can be said that it was a great filial piety.

I don't know if the Emperor, who is now sitting in the golden toilet, will regret creating these primarchs, or regret that he didn't guide them well.

Ron felt that the Emperor regretted it, especially after seeing the ghostly appearance of the fallen primarchs now.

The once beloved primarch, the fallen phoenix Fulgrim, almost made him suffocate.

Throughout the ages, those emperors, rulers, and high-ranking powerful families have never lacked dramas of fathers and sons killing each other.

It can only be said that the resistance to patriarchy is eternal.

He has no confidence in cultivating a qualified successor for the time being, and he doesn't need it.

Because he himself is an immortal existence.

Moreover, he had too many grudges with the four Chaos Gods, and they were probably watching him, looking for flaws.

If he really had a child, he would probably be corrupted in a targeted manner.

After all, it is much easier to corrupt a child than to corrupt a determined adult Primarch.

Ron could imagine what would happen if he had a blood child.

Beginning:

Child, when you were born, the entire Holy Land of Ers was calling your name softly.

I proudly watched you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

You must remember that we have always ruled this vast territory with kindness and wisdom.

I also believe that you will use your power carefully, treat countless people kindly, and save them from suffering.

Become a new legend.

Development:

The Savior's children grew up day by day and had their own army and power.

He often felt confused, did not understand what his father did, and longed for more fame and fortune.

What was more worrying was that he found that his father was gradually losing his humanity.

Some voices whispered, telling themselves that his father, the savior, had deceived everyone and wanted to ascend to the throne of God with the souls of countless people.

He should do something for this prosperous territory and the future of mankind.

Or, that was his innate mission...

Ending:

Father, I never wanted to be like this, never wanted to release my legion.

We once drove away the darkness of the ignorant old night and established a prosperous territory, but you deceived me and deceived all of us.

You secretly stole the power of the gods and lied to your son.

Humanity does not need a high god, and the future will be destroyed in your ruthless divinity.

If your demise is the only choice for human prosperity, then I can only do this... to punish you!

Even if this will cause the war to spread from the sky to the edge of the Milky Way, let the ocean boil, the stars fall, and let me use up my last drop of blood.

I will release mankind in the burning of the Milky Way and usher in prosperity with your death!

"We can't let the galaxy burn again. No matter how strong humans are, they can't withstand this..."

Ron felt a little annoyed when he thought about this. This is something that is entirely possible.

What's more, the power of the four Chaos Gods is much stronger than before, and they have operational experience.

They have enough time and patience to cultivate an enhanced version of Horus in the galaxy.

If possible, try not to give them a chance.

He doesn't want a blood descendant to run to him one day and shout, "Old Denner, come!"

Maybe one day when the galaxy is pacified, he can learn from the Emperor, cultivate a few blood descendants, and fight for him outside the galaxy.

Resist the Great Devourer and conquer the universe.

Then he can retire happily, travel around the universe, and enjoy the endless mysteries of this world.

That is a long, long time in the future, and it is not certain whether he can survive this galactic disaster.

Now let's deal with the galaxy first and save the future of mankind.

Ron thought of something and took out his emblem.

The dark gold emblem flew backwards under the control of psychic energy, and landed in front of Dale through the door of the bedroom.

He had no ill feelings towards the merchant queen.

This emblem was also a kind of protection, representing that the Savior's territory and her merchant family would have more cooperation.

"Savior..."

Dale was more and more surprised, holding the Savior's emblem tightly against her heart.

She thought it was the promise of the Primarch, and perhaps her child would be more favored.

Little did she know that it was just some kind of compensation for the Savior's ruthlessness to her.

Maybe one day in the future, she will be able to get all that...

——

Bang bang bang——

Armor-piercing bombs roared.

The Thunder Guard champions ruthlessly carried out saturation shooting, completely destroying a mechanically enhanced human.

Turning it into a mixture of ceramic steel burning with flames.

That was the assassin who attempted to attack the Primarch.

Ron stood in the middle of a street in the port, looking at the burning flames coldly, without any surprise.

"How many times has this happened?"

He couldn't come up with a correct answer. There had been too many assassinations, either overtly or covertly.

The powerful and bureaucratic officials of the empire were experts in this.

"Gold and jade are ruined on the outside, but never doubt that this is the most dangerous world in the galaxy. Even if it only lasts for a second, it will be fatal!"

"Traveller" Turin, the wolf blade of the Belisarius family, once said this about Holy Terra.

This throne world is where the empire's elites are most densely populated.

They are the most ruthless, lawless and power-hungry careerists selected from among millions of people in the civilized world.

Those guys want to realize their ambitions here, and no one can stop them, not even close relatives if necessary.

The centers of power are always full of killing.

And here is the center of power in the entire galaxy. There are too many conspiracies and killings going on. It is just normal for fathers and sons to kill each other.

Today, Holy Terra hides too much ill will towards herself.

He must be careful and take precautions.

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Those assassins may have some relic technology that can penetrate psychic barriers and inflict fatal damage to themselves.

Ron has suffered many assassinations before, but now the assassinations are too frequent.

"Are you treating me as a BOSS?"

He was a little helpless, this was not his territory.

With the tacit approval of many forces, it is difficult to even find the murderer behind the scenes.

Fortunately, those guys will have to pay for what they did soon.

Ron sighed slightly, and walked towards the space elevator, guarded by the Thunder Guards Champion.

Suddenly, he stopped.

The champion of the Thunder Guards detected something and immediately reacted, and the personal shield guard immediately lit up his shield to protect the original body.

Others raised their weapons and aimed them at the area where the threat struck.

"Lord Savior, we have no ill intentions..."

Two figures with white wings landed on the ground and said in unison.

Those are the twin holy attendants of the living saint, the silver-haired angel.

They have beautiful faces, like holy angel maids, and the white soft armor on their bodies is stained with blood, which makes them even more beautiful.

One of the holy attendants was carrying a dead agent wearing a virtual disguise.

The Holy Attendant threw the agent's body on the ground and said in a voice as beautiful as an oriole: "We found an assassin who was trying to do you harm, and we have already dealt with it for you."

Ron nodded and showed a gentle smile: "Thank you then. If you need help in the future, just come to me."

He had saved the silver-haired angel and used the energy of the little sun to soothe the pain in her soul.

Although there were not many contacts after that, that existence should be regarded as his ally.

Friends come with good wine, and jackals come with shotguns.

You should show kindness to your own people.

The two holy attendants looked at each other and said respectfully: "Our master would like to invite you to her residence..."

This invitation surprised Ron.

In my own impression, as a living saint worshiped by the empire, the silver-haired angel has a relatively cold attitude.

Apart from participating in battles, she barely communicates with other people.

"Maybe you have some important information you want to tell me?"

Ron thought so.

The silver-haired angel is loyal to the empire itself. It is estimated that she can no longer stand the current situation and wants to participate in this struggle.

She might be his true ally.

Of course, now all major departments and forces in the empire claim to be loyal to the empire, but the methods of loyalty are different.

Some people follow the philosophy that the Emperor and Malcador left behind.

Hopefully humanity can take control of the Empire instead of handing it over to genetically modified warriors.

That was the purpose for which the Emperor set up this political system in the first place.

Mortals exercised their power to manage the empire in the major departments of Holy Terra, while the Space Marines headed by the Primarchs fought abroad, expanding their territories and destroying the enemies of mankind.

This was one of the reasons why the Primarchs rebelled in the first place.

After the Great Crusade, they had too many constraints on them and had to accept the arrangements of mortals.

Even if it is a schedule that they think is unreasonable.

Therefore, the Cricket Emperor treated the Primarch's parents and children as tools to be discarded after use.

Even Guilliman himself spent a long time as a cricket after waking up, feeling rather depressed.

It is estimated that when he established the Second Empire, he felt a little relieved that he was finally free from the shackles of the Emperor.

Later, when he heard that his old man was still alive, he panicked completely and ran to rescue him.

However, the situation of the empire later changed, and it ushered in ten thousand years of decadence.

The Primarchs were needed to keep the Imperium alive.

Therefore, after Guilliman returned, he was able to successfully assume the position of regent of the empire.

However, many people only obeyed temporarily, but they still held their previous views in their hearts and did not want the original body to rule mankind.

Therefore, after Empire came out of the ICU, the thoughts of those beings became active again.

Especially if I want reform.

Those people are even more unwilling to give up the power in their hands.

In fact, Ron can understand it.

Because his reforms are to make the empire fit the savior's territory and unify all departments and forces instead of being scattered.

In their view, that is a relatively extreme centralization measure.

In fact, his ultimate goal is to centralize power, and the empire is decided by himself, the savior. It is normal to have resistance in the process.

Given the current situation, such reforms must be implemented.

Because centralized rule can best inspire the power of a group.

For example, the mustache before made Germany burst out amazing energy in poverty, but it was too extreme.

Even in the United States, which was known as a democracy in the past, there was a saying of wartime president.

In times of crisis, there must be someone to make the final decision and gather all the forces together.

Rather than fighting under the entanglement of interests.

Today's empire is in a situation of mutual struggle.

Even within the relatively peaceful pseudo-academic organization, the Mechanicus, two forging worlds will fight for a certain excavated relic.

The same is true for the state religion, and the disputes between doctrines are even more bloody.

Ron has his own ambitions and hopes to end all this.

The empire has only one sun.

In the past, there was the emperor's leadership, and now there is his savior, and mankind has a bright future.

Of course, he can't expose such ambitions openly.

Now the forces of the empire still respect their own hope primarch on the surface.

But if he dared to say, "I want to be the emperor of mankind," eighteen princes might come to Holy Terra.

Even Guilliman would oppose this decision.

If Guilliman took out his power sword and said, "My sword is not bad either," that would be a lot of fun.

In this case, Roan would not completely change the political system, let alone directly declare his rule.

Instead, he would influence it subtly.

The most effective measure is to launch a coup in the name of the Emperor and kill a group of people, so that some high lords can retire and be replaced by new people.

Then transform Holy Terra, reform the management model, and use the network of the Mechanical Goddess to assist the inefficient human resource management of the Empire.

Try to place your own people in Holy Terra as much as possible, and promote this model to more territories.

After that, just wait for time to play a role.

After several generations, there are more of their own people in Holy Terra as senior officials. He, the savior, not only has the management tools but also has supreme prestige.

Naturally, he can rule the entire empire.

That's what everyone expects.

Of course, I can also learn from Horus, let the galaxy burn, kill all those who oppose me on Holy Terra.

But that is not worth it.

The empire is too vast, and the top leaders of Holy Terra have their own forces, territories, and countless civilized worlds.

They do not obey the rule, and I can't kill them one by one. I don't know how long it will take.

It will only make Chaos and Aliens open champagne.

In short, make more allies and fewer enemies.

Build high walls, store up food, and slowly become king.

That silver-haired angel is a good ally.

Tomorrow is the day of the victory celebration. No one knows what kind of conflict will be triggered. It is not bad to have one more ally.

Ron accepted the invitation of the twin saints and went to the sanctuary of the silver-haired angel.

...

The sanctuary of the living saint.

Ron followed the twin saints through the hall with angel statues, and then through the long corridor, and finally arrived at the destination.

The twin holy servants turned around and saluted, and a hint of white could be seen: "My lord, the master is waiting for you inside."

"Is this a private bedroom?"

Ron was quite confused in his heart, and he had a sense of déjà vu of going to the bedroom of the holy angel.

It was exactly the same as the feeling of going to the merchant queen's spaceship yesterday, and there were also three people.

"Your master, are you going to meet me here?"

Ron asked curiously, but got an inexplicable look from the twin holy servants.

"This look..."

He felt vaguely familiar, as if he was seen through.

Good guy, isn't that similar to the ladies and young ladies before? Have they also seen those blasphemous savior crucifixes?

Or, has the holy angel also seen it?

Ron was numb.

This might not be a serious meeting.

But he immediately reacted: "No, the remaining power of Slaanesh is affecting me again!"

She is a holy angel of the empire, how can he have such blasphemous fantasies.

That's too heretical.

Ron suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

He regained his calm state of mind, calm and composed, and entered the form of a sage.

Then he followed the twin holy servants into the private bedroom filled with holy fragrance...