Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 145 Thunder Guard
The fleet consists of a giant cruiser, two ordinary cruisers, and more than twenty frigates.

Following behind were more than a dozen large transport ships.

Those warships are enough to plunder any planet in the star zone!

Now, the fleet from afar is hovering over the hive city unscrupulously, which is extremely arrogant.

The citizens of Ers looked up at these huge monsters, feeling panic as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts.

At this moment, the people of Ers recalled the fear of being controlled by the Empire's tax-collecting fleet, and the suffering and despair that followed.

On the bridge of the giant cruiser, the fleet commander looked at the planet below with a grim smile:
"The information is correct. This is truly a wealthy planet..."

The tall royal guard behind him had a stern look on his face:

"A planet that can bear the first-class superior tax is almost comparable to Mattila."

"Your Majesty should really increase the taxes on this planet, don't you think?"

The royal guards did not respond to the fleet commander. They would not say anything when it came to topics concerning His Majesty.

The fleet commander found himself in trouble, but he did not dare to offend the royal guards.

These damn genetically engineered warriors represent the Governor of the Sector, now the great Emperor of the Gori Sector.

It is said that the fighting power of these people is comparable to those of the powerful Space Marines.

In this star region, they are invincible!
"Sir, you may log in now."

The fleet commander changed the subject and gave a brief reminder:
"Don't kill too many people this time.

If we kill too many local ruling bloodlines, it will cause long-term chaos and affect tax revenue."

Last time on the planet Chak, these damn genetically engineered warriors almost massacred the local royal family.

This forced them to leave some people behind to handle the subsequent stability maintenance work.

After all, their purpose is to collect taxes so that the planets in the star zone can fulfill this sacred obligation for a long time.

Although the method is a bit rough, I still hope it can last for a long time.

It's enough to kill a group of people and scare those damn natives.

The royal guard did not respond to the fleet commander's words, but led the team towards the landing ship in silence.

He couldn't make any guarantees.

The royal guards have bloodthirsty genes.

If those ignorant natives dare to disrespect Your Majesty, they will not be able to control themselves.

The fleet commander watched as the landing ship carrying the royal guards headed toward the ground.

These people have an extremely contemptuous attitude towards the planet Ers.

This is a planet without even a battleship, and it has no qualifications for resistance at all.

All they can do is to prostrate themselves at the feet of the great Emperor and hand over all their wealth!
……

Sacred Square.

The landing ship ignored all requests for docking in the Royal Court area and flew towards the square at high speed.

Ron looked at the approaching landing ship with a gloomy expression.

This is a serious humiliation.

Or maybe they just don't care about any reaction from the Royal Court.

The landing ship landed abruptly in the square, and the huge airflow of the ship knocked down the surrounding citizens.

Many people were injured.

Ron was vaguely angry and felt increasingly puzzled.

This is not the style of the naval fleet.

After all, he is the governor of the empire.

The necessary respect and face must still be given.

Afterwards, Ron saw the green snake emblem on the landing ship.

His heart suddenly sank:
Such a symbol should not appear on the empire's naval fleet. Only private soldiers will bear family marks.

This means that the Moff may have taken advantage of the isolation of the Warp Storm to betray the Empire and seize the fleet.

Or maybe the fleet's top brass are in cahoots with the governor.

In a lawless place like the Dark Side of the Empire, anything can happen.

Whether it is because of being bewitched or for survival.

Those ambitious people will definitely not miss this opportunity.

This can't end well...

These people came all the way to Ers Star, most likely just to plunder resources, or to put it more nicely, to collect taxes.

The hundred-meter-long landing ship came to a complete stop and the hatch opened.

A team of heavily armored soldiers armed with live ammunition walked out.

They were guarding several ceremonial officers who were dressed in dark green robes, tall veiled hats, and holding scepters.

The last to come out were several tall and strong royal guards wearing dark green power armor, exuding an astonishing aura.

The group ignored everyone and walked straight up to Ron.

The royal guard announced to everyone expressionlessly:

"We are here to inspect this place by order of the Governor General, the wise Emperor Marius IX, and to urge you to fulfill the sacred obligations of the Empire."

"This is His Majesty's order..."

He took the parchment scroll held by the etiquette officer and ordered:

"You should kneel down and accept orders. This is the loyalty and respect you should show to His Majesty!"

However, Ron just looked at these people coldly, and the others did not move, and had no intention of kneeling at all.

"Your Majesty!"

The old etiquette officer shouted in a sharp voice:
"Do you dare to disobey the Emperor's order?"

The ceremonial officer was annoyed at the stupidity of the natives. Didn't they see the warships in the sky?

These warships are enough to bury the planet.

He also didn't want to see his majesty's guards kill anyone again.

Such a scene is too bloody and not in accordance with etiquette.

Ron finally spoke:
"It's not a question of whether or not you dare. I just want to ask, is this legal?" "What do you mean?"

The etiquette officer raised his voice.

"The Goli Sector is an area ruled by the Empire, so there shouldn't be a so-called emperor, right?
If there is an emperor, he is the one and only great Divine Emperor.

I have reason to suspect that you are disloyal..."

The etiquette officer sneered:
"You dare to slander His Majesty, you deserve to be punished!"

Upon hearing this, the captain of the Royal Court Guards immediately revealed a ferocious smile:

"Another ignorant native who doesn't know how to live or die!"

He walked quickly towards Ron, ready to crush the knees and bones of the indigenous ruler.

At that time, the foolish ruler would obediently lie on the ground, crying and wailing, begging for Your Majesty's forgiveness.

He had done this several times and it made him feel very happy.

The royal guards were very fast and knocked away any guards who dared to stop them.

His huge power glove carried great force and grabbed Ron's shoulder:

"Get down on your knees, you idiot!"

But just as he was about to catch Ron, there was a sound of wind.

The royal guards were alerted instantly, but it was too late.

when!
His hand was grabbed violently.

The warrior who suddenly rushed out was about 2.6 meters tall, a whole head taller than the royal guards.

He was wearing heavy, intricately patterned dark gold power armor.

That was Carter, Ron's personal guard and the most powerful warrior on the planet Ers.

Now it should be called Thunder Guard!
Ron's biogenetic engineering research successfully deciphered the manufacturing technology of Thunder Warriors.

Unfortunately, there is currently no way to remove this technical defect.

The genetically engineered warriors created have an extremely short lifespan and are born with heart disease.

To do this, he had to use blessings to repair the defects of these warriors and return them to normal.

All the hope that Ron had accumulated over the years was poured onto the guards.

Excluding those who died due to failure in blessing, he only had forty Thunder Guards left under his command.

Therefore, these warriors are extremely expensive.

But equally powerful.

Ordinary Space Marines are no match for them.

It is more than enough to deal with these royal guards.

"Who are you?"

The royal guards looked at the soldiers in front of them and felt a deep sense of crisis.

The beast-like aura of the other party was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.

Carter was as grim as ever.

He grabbed the guard's hand tightly and pushed it to the ground:
"Your Majesty!"

click -

The royal guards were forced to kneel in front of Ron, and the stone slabs on the ground were smashed by the huge force.

"Die!"

The anger of the royal guards was completely ignited.

He took out his sword and stabbed Carter's neck hard.

But the next second, Carter snatched the sword of the royal guard and threw it to the ground, then punched him hard in the face.

Bang!
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Under the continuous heavy blows, the visor and skull of the royal guard were dented.

Blood spurted out, staining Carter's dark gold power armor red.

All this happened in just a few seconds.

Everyone on the field was stunned.

The etiquette officer reacted, he was extremely terrified, pointed at Carter and others and screamed:
"Hurry, kill him!"

The bolt gun roared, but it was fired towards the sky.

Phew!

The gun-wielding royal guard fell down, holding his neck.

Soon, several dull sounds of falling were heard, and the battle of the remaining Thunder Guards was over.

All the royal court guards, including the heavily armed soldiers, were eliminated.

In order to deal with these people, Ron dispatched a total of twenty Thunder Guards.

"You want to kill me?"

Ron looked at the etiquette officer and smiled gently.

"Spare...spare my life!"

The etiquette officer fell to his knees with a thud.

……

Above the hive.

The fleet has received the last message from the royal guards.

At the bow of the giant cruiser, the fleet commander was shocked and angry.

Those natives dared to kill Your Majesty's attendants, which was tantamount to declaring war on Your Majesty.

This is self-destruction!

The fleet commander had a ferocious look on his face. He had to carry out a bloody massacre to appease His Majesty's anger.

He gave the order to attack:

"Destroy the upper nest and kill everyone on it!"

After the fleet commander's order was issued, all warships pointed their weapons at the hive city below.

The deep and dark muzzle of the gun is terrifying!
(End of this chapter)