Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

In people's minds, the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine is a pure saint.

She has almost no worldly desires, only a firm will to fight.

The Living Saint exists as an immortal being, capable of rising from death again and again to continue fighting the enemies of humanity in dazzling light and with the will of the Emperor.

However, what people don't know is that every time the silver-haired angel is reborn, he has to go through pain and torture.

She must travel through the nightmarish warp, face her own doubts and fears, and piece together the scattered pieces of armor from her pile of corpses.

Let the fragments of your personality heal.

In the end, he can return to the world in the grand spiritual fireworks and become the holy silver-haired angel with unyielding will.

In fact, Saint Celestine's soul was already overwhelmed and scarred, and was on the verge of collapse.

In the deep space of the soul.

The little girl whose soul was embodied was trapped in a cold nightmare prison from which she could not escape.

It wasn't until the Battle of Macragge more than half a century ago that the savior came to the silver-haired angel and saved her.

A soft and warm force entered the heart of the silver-haired angel, transformed into a big white bear, and healed her soul.

That was something she had never felt before.

From then on, Saint Celestine dreamed of the Savior again and again, and her soul gradually regained its sunshine and gradually sank.

Keep that figure firmly engraved deep in your heart.

…

In a private bedroom.

The decoration of the living saint Saint Celestine's residence is still simple, but it has changed a lot from its previous cold appearance.

You can see delicate and soft white bears one after another everywhere.

It is hard to imagine that the silver-haired angel, who often fights bloody battles in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, would like these puppet creations that only little girls like.

But to her, it represented a savior.

Every time, the silver-haired angel would be surrounded by these big white bears, hugging the biggest one, and fall into a sweet dreamland.

It was like embracing a warm light and being surrounded by the breath of the Savior.

Now, Saint Celestine was sitting by the bed again, hugging the largest white bear.

Her expression was as noble and cold as ever, like a pure, flawless and insurmountable holy angel.

But there is some joy and expectation in my heart.

Because he was about to see the savior.

"Mr. Savior, you don't hate me, do you?"

The silver-haired angel subconsciously pinched the big white bear's fat face and muttered to himself.

Her white wings trembled slightly, and a faint blush suddenly flashed across her fair face.

I have to admit that I like that savior very much and hope to have contact with him. Sometimes I even have some taboo thoughts.

Saint Celestine was ashamed of this.

She felt that she was a bad person and had blasphemed the righteous, pure and upright Primarch of Hope.

That presence is like a light that illuminates the hearts of many people.

The blasphemy in one's own thoughts is simply inexcusable.

But she couldn't help but think that.

In fact, Saint Celestine occasionally heard secret rumors about the Savior.

For example, he established a huge harem for his own pleasure; every time he conquered a new galaxy, he selected the most beautiful beings in the local area to sleep with them; he even engaged in heretical behavior and controlled eighteen female demons at night.

But she knew that those were all slanders slandered by the evil sect against the Savior.

They hope to destroy the image of the savior and destroy the symbol of justice in the hearts of the people of the empire.

Those are complete slurs.

Saint Celestine never doubted a thing.

Because she truly contacted and felt the pure and flawless soul of the Savior, even she, the holy angel, had to look up to him.

Cannot tolerate blasphemy.

Not to mention that not long ago, that being suffered torture from the Evil God of Joy for mankind, but never surrendered.

He is another sun besides the Emperor.

Saint Celestine thought so, with a hint of admiration in her light blue eyes.

The hidden blasphemous thoughts came back to her.

"How could I have any blasphemous thoughts against that being!"

The silver-haired angel reproached himself in shame, and closed his white wings to cover his holy and exquisite body.

The next moment.

She heard footsteps outside and became even more nervous.

The savior has arrived.

The silver-haired angel warned in his heart that he must restrain himself later and refrain from any blasphemous behavior.

So as not to make that pure being hate yourself.

"The residence of the holy angel is quite simple..."

Ron looked at the decoration of his residence and felt a little emotional.

He is in the form of a sage, with a handsome face full of righteousness and perseverance, like the embodiment of justice.

Nothing like the Chosen of Slaanesh's attitude as he hit Holy Terra with multiple cannons last night.

But after he saw those big white bear puppets, he almost stopped.

Why does that holy angel like this thing? It's a contrast, right?

Ron looked at the puppets, feeling vaguely familiar. They looked a bit like Baymax from an animated movie in his previous life.

Click.

Before he could react.

The Twin Holy Attendants closed the door to the residence and stood guard at the porch.

? ? ?

At this moment, Ron had a sense that he was about to go deep into the tiger's den.

Those who didn’t know, thought they were going to do something shameful next.

"Save...Mr. Savior?"

Saint Celestine came out of the bedroom gently with bare feet, still a little nervous and ashamed.

"Hiss~"

When Ron saw Saint Celestine, he almost revealed the nature of the Chosen of Slaanesh.

The holy angel did not wear armor, but wore a silk silver pajamas robe, showing his proud figure.

The wings behind her were folded, and she was walking over with bare white feet.

This holy angel had no idea how attractive her pure, flawless and looming appearance was.

Perhaps she was used to being alone, and she usually showed herself wearing armor.

Didn't realize it at all.

But for a Slaanesh chosen god like the Savior, it is a critical blow. After all, happy beings like to desecrate such purity.

Fortunately, he is not a believer in chaos, but he can still control it.

What's more, Saint Celestine is a living saint of the empire, a holy angel in the hearts of countless people of the empire.

During the meeting with her, if he showed any profane glances or actions, the other party would be disgusted.

That's trouble.

I'm afraid it will damage the majestic image of the Savior.

Restraint, must restraint!

Ron decided to keep things official and assumed a majestic yet indifferent posture: "Your Excellency Saint Celestine, it is an honor to meet you. Do you have anything to discuss with me?"

The holy angel was in a daze.

She noticed the change in the savior's expression and thought that the being didn't like her very much.

I almost didn't get asked.

"Why is that guy so stupid?"

Ron stood there, waiting for the holy angel's reply.

Facing the Savior's questioning look, Saint Celestine finally reacted.

She was looking for the savior because she subconsciously or couldn't help but want to get closer to that existence. It was an influence deep in her soul.

Fortunately, she had a reason ready.

“Save… Mr. Savior.

As far as I know, some beings in Holy Terra are dissatisfied with your behavior, saying that you came this time to seize power and implement dictatorship. "

When St. Celestine said this, he became slightly serious:

"They even compared you with the bloody ruler of the Apostasy Era and Supreme Lord Vandire, and said that you have too close ties with heretics and aliens..."

"They say I'm the new Vandire?"

Ron frowned slightly.

He ignored the latter sentence and focused on the real trouble.

I have learned about the hidden history of the Apostasy Era.

In the thirty-sixth millennium of the empire, the then supreme lord Vandire took control of both the state church and the interior ministry through coups and assassinations.

He holds the supreme power of Holy Terra and does whatever he wants, even substituting his own ideas for the Emperor's will.

He also regards the Sisters as his own personal bodyguard organization, called the Emperor's Bride.

During Vandire's reign, large-scale purges were carried out in the name of the Emperor, and many Imperial departments, factions and even Space Marine Chapters were destroyed.

Certain civilized worlds and Chapter home planets were subjected to orbital bombardment.

Everyone is in danger.

This ushered in his bloody rule for nearly a century.

Under the high-pressure rule of Darkness, some loyal and unyielding people in the empire secretly organized the Federation of Light to resist.

One after another, planets joined the Federation of Light and began to march towards Holy Terra.

These include many forge worlds of the Adeptus Mechanicus, opposition to the Ecclesiarchy, and Space Marine chapters such as the Black Templars, Imperial Fists, and Soul Drinkers.

They surrounded Holy Terra and attacked the Ecclesiarchy of Vandire.

But the defensive power of Holy Terra was so strong that the rebels could not attack it for a long time.

Faced with internal and external pressure, Vandier did not give in. Instead, he dissolved the Council of Supreme Lords and announced that he would continue to eliminate all heretics and rebellions.

The two sides engaged in a deadly battle on Holy Terra, which could be called the largest bloody disaster in the Empire after the Horus Heresy.

In the end, with the help of the Custodes, the Sisters who abandoned the dark side and turned to the light were able to enter Vandire's palace, kill him and confirm his heresy.

It can be seen from this.

Holy Terra, the throne world that humans have managed for countless centuries, is not that easy to attack.

In fact, Van Dier worked very hard during his reign, because dictatorship means unimaginable matters that need to be dealt with, which is enough to tire any human being to death.

The famous sentence "I'm too busy to die..." was the only last word he left.

But that guy was on the wrong path, and the harder he tried, the more damage he would do to the empire.

Vandire's damage to the empire did not end with his death, but instead triggered many subsequent turmoils, such as the subsequent Atonement Crusade.

Rising to prominence in the Confederation of Light, Saint Barrius seized power over the Faith, declaring more than thirty Space Marine Chapters guilty and sending them into the Eye of Terror.

There is no return.

Today, the elites of the empire do not want to experience such a dark and bloody era again, and they are even more repelled by dictatorship.

They feel that currently each department is doing its own thing, which is the basis for the empire to maintain stability.

It is also in everyone’s interest.

No careerist wants to be commanded by other people, and no one wants to have a big daddy above them.

So did Ron himself.

If the Emperor ever comes back to life and comes down from the Golden Throne.

It is estimated that those careerists will shout loyal welcome while secretly weeping. They will be the most uncomfortable.

The purpose of those high-ranking nobles and bureaucrats comparing the Savior to Vandir is very clear, that is, to discredit the Savior and deny his political ideas and lines.

At the same time, they promote the horror of dictatorship and awaken people's memories of fear.

Ron knows this very well, and it is also quite tricky.

If he loses the hearts of the people, no matter how good the reform is, it will not be implemented. He can't really bombard Holy Terra, right?

At that time, it will inevitably cause more turmoil and give the ambitious people a chance to stir up trouble.

Fortunately, these opponents are only crickets in the dark and have not had time to spread this idea.

Not everyone has the intention to oppose himself.

Ron thought about it and felt a little guilty.

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After all, he really wants to rule as a dictator, more dictatorial than Vandir, and be the only sun of the empire.

In this case, it is necessary to cut the Gordian knot and curb this trend.

Otherwise, if Vandir's image is established, it will be more troublesome to do anything in the future.

When everyone opposes him, the Savior Territory alone may not be able to withstand it, and some allies who are not firm enough will also leave him.

He does not want to fight a civil war in the empire.

As for the emperor's thoughts, he has not asked yet.

If he gets an opposing answer, wouldn't it be blind?

What's more, the emperor's political ideas and ruling methods are not very good, and there is not much possibility of reference.

Otherwise, he would not have decentralized the political and military power in the early days of the founding of the country, and he would not hide in a small dark room to do scientific research.

When he realized that something was wrong, the situation in the empire was about to explode and it was difficult to save.

Of course, it may also be that time is tight and the emperor has no time to make adjustments.

In short, Ron's idea is to make a fait accompli first and make some achievements.

Anyway, the emperor is about to become the fifth evil god, and the possibility of escaping from the subspace is very small.

When he sees the empire he created and the prosperity of mankind, what else can he do except acquiesce?

I guess he will be too happy.

"So, Saint Celes, what do you think about this..."

Ron looked up and looked at the Holy Angel, and asked sincerely: "What kind of person do you think I am?"

The silver-haired angel suddenly came into contact with the Savior's eager eyes, and her heartbeat quickened a lot.

She took a breath: "I... I think Mr. Savior is different from those ambitious people, and has nothing to do with heretics like Vandiel.

You are a kind manager, a pure and noble warrior.

It's not just me who thinks so, most people in the empire think so, and those who oppose you are just some ambitious people."

"I'm glad you recognize me so much."

Ron nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that his image in the empire is quite good, which is the foundation of his future rule.

He looked at the Holy Angel more eagerly and started to brag: "Maybe we are the same kind of people. You may not know that I have always admired your holiness and courage, especially after meeting you..."

Now it seems that this Holy Angel is his best helper, and he must pull her to his camp.

Those ambitious people want to discredit their image and claim that they are Vandire. There will probably be more discrediting behaviors in the future.

They might even make up the legend that they are selling dicks.

Public opinion is very destructive. Three people can make a tiger.

When more people discuss it, their image may not be able to withstand it. After all, many things he did cannot be shown to others.

But Saint Celestine is the living saint and holy angel of the Empire. After many centuries of propaganda, it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

She can be called an idol of the whole people and an inviolable and flawless existence in the hearts of the people of the Empire.

As long as the holy angel is by his side and supports him.

Then many discrediting rumors will be broken by themselves. It is impossible to say that the incarnation of the Emperor's will and the pure and flawless existence are in collusion with the Savior, right?

Birds of a feather flock together.

Even the holy angel who has always been alone supports the Savior, which proves that he is also a pure and noble soul.

The sudden show of goodwill by the Savior caught Saint Celestine off guard.

But she was happy for this appreciation in her heart.

"Emperor, Mr. Savior does not hate me..."

The Holy Angel thought so, and a smile appeared on her cold face.

"Let's sit down and talk."

Ron was so excited that he sat on the stone chair next to him and raised his hand to invite the Holy Angel to sit down enthusiastically.

He habitually made the decision.

"Yeah... yeah!"

Saint Celestine did not realize that this was in her own home, and she could not help but obey the invitation and sat opposite the Savior.

She seemed a little restrained.

Ron found that the Holy Angel was a little naive, but it was easier to deceive this way.

It was perfect!

After that, he did his best to talk to the Holy Angel eagerly.

From absolute loyalty to the Emperor, religious beliefs to customs and interesting things in various parts of the Empire, he also invited her to taste the fine wine brewed in the territory.

In the meantime, there were political invitations and many unintentional compliments.

The Holy Angel smiled from time to time.

Saint Celestine's blue eyes revealed a trace of deep emotion. She listened to the Savior's story very seriously, not missing anything.

She nodded in agreement from time to time.

Even though she didn't understand many things and was not very interested in them.

But she was very happy.

She hadn't been so happy for a long time.

"It is such a joy to be with Mr. Savior," thought Saint Celestine to herself.

From Ron's perspective.

This meeting was a great time for both the guest and the host. I was able to win over this holy angel who looked a little dull, and the progress was gratifying.

They also concluded political alliances and covenants such as advancing and retreating together.

It's perfect.

It's just a matter of talking happily with your hands and falling asleep with your hands full.

“Your Excellency Saint Celestine.

It was a pleasure talking with you today, and I believe we can work together to bring a better future to the Empire. "

Ron paid attention to the time, and it was already a little late.

It's time to end this meeting.

If communication between people is just right, it is best to end the topic at the right time to avoid entering an embarrassing period of boring words.

Ron stood up and ended the meeting on his own initiative: "Maybe it's time for me to say goodbye. I look forward to meeting you again."

He suddenly thought of something and added: "By the way, tomorrow is the victory celebration. I sincerely invite you to attend the ceremony together."

As a living saint of the empire, Saint Celestine is also a powerful political force, so she naturally has her own seat to watch the ceremony.

But it is best to have her by your side and attend together.

That also represents a political declaration that is in the best interest of oneself.

Moreover, when his coup plan is implemented and triggers backlash or turmoil, he can also force this holy angel to deal with it together with him.

"Mr. Savior."

Saint Celestine nodded firmly: "I...I will arrive on time."

Ron showed a gentle smile: "Then I'll say goodbye. I look forward to your arrival."

After saying that, he turned around and left, heading towards the porch.

"Is this the end?"

St. Celestine looked at the generous back of the Savior, and suddenly felt a little empty in her heart.

She hoped that the being could stay with her for a little longer.

For some reason, her soul felt relaxed and happy when she was next to the Savior.

Maybe this pure and noble being is different from others?

The holy angel just stared blankly, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.

The blasphemous emotion that had been hidden in her heart for a long time surged into a trace of desire that could no longer be suppressed.

"Save...Mr. Savior."

Suddenly, Saint Celestine called to the Savior, her voice trembling: "Can you wait a moment?"

Ron turned around and looked at his ally, his eyes steady and strong, waiting for the other person's next words.

Maybe the other party has something important to say.

"I...I don't know how to tell you. Maybe you will think that I have blasphemed you..."

Saint Celestine mustered up her courage, her cold white face had a hint of flushing, and she even closed her eyes.

She broke through the shame in her heart and said decisively: "You...can you give me a hug?"

? ? ?

"Hiss~"

Ron looked at the holy angel in front of him who was trembling all over and even his ears were red.

He took a deep breath and felt numb.

Didn’t it say that holy angels are pure and unblemished and cannot be blasphemed? How could such a request be made? What is the situation?

They agreed on a political alliance, but in the end they were still greedy for the old man's body. It would have been better if they had agreed earlier, so that the physical and mental communication would be closer.

Ron understood such an obvious invitation. He had experienced too many similar situations.

The savior's power was completely defeated, the sage form was gone, and he almost took off his disguise and transformed into a wild wolf.

Saint Celestine stood there, ashamed and terrified, as if she had lost all thought.

It's like a machine crash.

Ron was silent for less than a second and then walked over.

Then he stretched out his arms to hug the trembling holy angel, whose tall and exquisite figure could only reach his chin.

St. Celestine felt the warm embrace of the Savior and was like a little bird that dared not move.

She had experienced such a scene in her dreams countless times, and her heart had been longing for such a hug.

It's so warm, like light protecting itself.

at the same time.

Ron was already so impatient.

Involuntarily and expertly he followed the relevant paths.

But suddenly it stopped.

At this time, Saint Celestine also raised her head and looked at him guiltily: "I'm sorry for blaspheming you."

Ron looked down at the Holy Angel.

He didn't find any pleasure in it, just pure enjoyment.

Ron's scalp was numb and he was shouting in his heart:

"It's broken, this is pure... love!"

Who would have thought that this God's chosen one, who has gone through countless ups and downs, would actually encounter pure love?

This time, he can't deal with it all of a sudden.