Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 139 Emperor: I have a dream...

Ron's psychic consciousness explored towards the location of the dazzling light.

In the chaotic void of the subspace, there exists a magnificent and high-dimensional creation that looks extremely hazy and unreal.

With the current energy level of the little sun, it is simply unable to reach such a high-dimensional existence.

Ron mobilized all his consciousness, trying to see it all clearly.

But he just couldn't see clearly, and couldn't even form any impression, as if it was some kind of strong illusion.

The lines seemed to be beginning and ending on their own, and the hard-cut edges formed angles that collapsed into each other, isolating the void.

This made him dizzy and he couldn't keep the appearance of the thing in his mind at all.

Suddenly, Ron could feel a violent psychic vibration.

It was emitted by the old God Emperor.

The huge and brilliant sun conveyed an excitement.

hiss~
Ron's consciousness took a breath.

What kind of treasure is this? It even makes old Master Divine Emperor a little excited.

Immediately, a surge of energy was injected into the little sun's body.

That was the help given to him by the Emperor of God. He himself could no longer do much.

Moreover, the characteristics of the little sun are more adapted to the subspace and are suitable for contacting the creations of this existence.

With the help of the God-Emperor, Ron finally saw the appearance of the creature.

It is an inverted rhombus tetrahedron formed by ancient black stone. It is almost the same size as the airport and glows with energy.

An illusory, mysterious light gathered in the wide frame of the tetrahedron, a color that no one could describe.

The moment the tetrahedron was seen, information was transmitted to the little sun.

And Ron finally knew what it was.

hiss~
The little sun shrank violently and took another breath.

Now that he's rich, he's going to take off on a spiral path!

No wonder the God-Emperor reacted so strongly, because the creation before him was the Black Stone Gate of the Webway.

That is an ultimate treasure and was once the focus of competition among all the major forces in the galaxy.

The Webway is a high-dimensional passage created by the ancient saints of an ancient race using their extraordinary technology and psychic powers in the warp that was once as calm as a lake.

This miraculous project spans every corner of the galaxy.

It has unparalleled superior properties, able to stably avoid subspace storms and reach anywhere in the galaxy in an instant.

Now countless years have passed since the Ancient Saints, and the Webway has become fragmented.

However, the size of the Webway is immeasurable. Even if only a small part of it is obtained, the civilization that obtains it will have navigation capabilities that exceed those of other races.

There are even other more amazing effects.

These precious webways also attracted the attention of the God-Emperor who possessed powerful psychic powers.

In order to study and utilize the Webway on Holy Terra, the God-Emperor abandoned his own Primarchs and his newly established empire in order to gain a bright future for mankind.

He retreated to a laboratory beneath the palace to conduct top-secret experiments.

The God-Emperor built the Golden Throne, which can connect to the Internet by inputting powerful psychic energy, providing the human empire with high-speed and convenient faster-than-light transportation.

Once this channel is connected, mankind will usher in rapid development and prosperity.

However, at the critical moment of the experiment, Horus, the Primarch's own son, betrayed him, and war raged across the galaxy.

Horus led the warband to attack the palace, intending to kill the God-Emperor.

The entrance to the webway on Holy Terra was destroyed by the foolish behavior of Magnus who came to report the news.

Endless demons tried to pour into reality from the breach.

Faced with a critical situation, the God-Emperor was forced to sit on the Golden Throne and use his own massive psychic power to suppress the gap in the Webway and prevent Holy Terra from becoming the second Eye of Terror.

Although Horus's rebellion was quelled, humanity also lost the God-Emperor and the Webway, and lost the possibility of further development.

For thousands of years, the human empire has been declining and is in imminent danger.

This made the God-Emperor, who was in the Warp and turned into the Sun, feel extremely sad and regretful.

Now, Ron actually found another entrance to the webway, and this entrance looked more complete.

How could the Emperor of God not feel excited and gratified?

Unfortunately, He had lost His body and could not do more.

Let's leave the next thing to that bastard.

He will complete the unfinished business on his behalf.

At this moment, Ron was also extremely excited.

With the Webway, he no longer had to be trapped in the dark side of the Empire.

The planet Ers, located at the edge of the Milky Way, can also develop itself while using the webway to expand its influence to more distant areas.

And there will no longer be a problem of resource scarcity, as the fleet of Ers can use the webway to travel everywhere to find resources or conduct trade.

As for safety, Ron wasn't too worried.

After all, he has a strong backing, and with the Emperor of God backing him up, he can withstand a lot of pressure.

At that time, the entrance where the webway meets reality can be set near the big sun, and covered with the help of the God-Emperor's huge spiritual power, so that safety can be guaranteed.

It can also draw on the God-Emperor's vast psychic energy as a source of energy for the Webway.

Speaking of which, the Emperor of God won’t be angry if I fleece him like this, right?
Ron was a little worried, but he quickly put his doubts behind him. At most, he could use his own little sun to provide energy.

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

He can't use this thing for the time being, and he can't afford it.

Ron sighed:
"We are still too poor..."

He could feel that in order to retrieve the Black Stone Gate of the Webway from the void, the Power of Hope required was measured in billions.

Besides, he hasn't even built a fleet yet, let alone the Internet. Let's just continue to salvage the boat!

Ron left a psychic beacon in the void around the Blackstone Gate and left.

Afterwards, he spent another 5 million points of hope power and continued to explore the subspace, hoping to find a battleship.

However, his luck seemed to have run out.

What we found next were things that were of little value.

Oh boy, it sank to the bottom, didn’t it?
It seems that he is already in a bad mood and it is not advisable for him to continue exploring today.

For some metaphysical considerations, Ron decided to end his exploration of the subspace.

Moreover, the continuous exploration is also a huge burden on his spiritual consciousness.

Let’s collect the nets and go back to take stock of the harvest, and continue to salvage the boat tomorrow!

Ron's consciousness left the little sun and returned to his body.

He opened his eyes and looked at the starry sky outside the porthole.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void there, and various solid substances were constantly thrown out.

Those were his gains.

Ron immediately contacted the person in charge of the airport:

"Find out all those things, don't leave any behind.

By the way, please notify the logistics department and prepare more pure grain ingredients.

There will be extra meals for everyone at the airport tonight!"

We still have to be kind to everyone.

After all, the kinder you are, the luckier you will be.

Ron comforted himself that he would be lucky again tomorrow!

After giving the order, he lay back in his chair.

Oh, it feels a bit empty...

After Ron's order was issued, the entire airport was in an uproar.

Salvage workers drove small tugboats to salvage the gifts from heaven that were scattered from the warp space.

After those things were salvaged, they were immediately stored in a sealed warehouse and underwent varying degrees of cleaning and purification.

After that, they are stored in different warehouses, waiting for repair or use.

After completing the process, Ron received a preliminary report on the items salvaged this time:

arms:

The Light Spear Array was initially identified as a relic from the Dark Ages.

The main guns of large ships are too old and may be from the golden age.

The various types of shipborne weapons are of complex ages and need further confirmation.

STC:

Nine STC fragments need to be deciphered by the Sage.

armor:

Five pieces of power armor wreckage.

Ship wreckage:

Twenty-five items, the exact value cannot be estimated.

Sundries:

Unknown yellow curved fruit.

Several old daily objects.

Living Orcs...

"Fuck!"

Ron suddenly shuddered.

He was so busy that he packed up everything he had discovered.

I didn't expect to bring out the green skin.

If you don't handle it well, you might end up with a bunch of green skins!

Fortunately, he saw the follow-up report.

The green skin has been completely cremated at high temperature, and all objects that have come into contact with it have been disinfected at high temperature.

Ron added a note to the report: "Continue to repeat the cleaning and disinfection!"

It's better to be cautious.

He didn't want to be eating hotpot and singing a song when he suddenly heard a "WAAAGH!" and was hit on the head by a green-skinned man's club.

After processing the report, Ron went straight to Caul's temporary machinery workshop at the airport.

He wanted to know what technology was contained in those STCs.

Hopefully, something good that will quickly increase productivity.

After arriving at the mechanical workshop, Ron saw several broken large mechanical devices made of bright white ceramics, silver pipes and chrome chambers.

That is the STC fragment.

At this moment, Kaul was looking at an STC fragment with an excited smile.

good stuff?
Ron asked quickly:

"What technology is preserved here?"

Kaur said seriously:
"Great technology that can create some kind of super-realistic humanoid silicone blasphemy"

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(End of this chapter)