Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 176 The Figure on the Throne
Harris vented his anger, and several more corpses of servants were found on the ground.

When his emotions get out of control, the mechanical throne that is integrated with his body is always difficult to control.

The mechanical arms embedded in the throne strangled to death the beautiful and delicate servants around it.

But no one cares, and no one even takes it for granted.

These servants are nothing more than daily consumables.

There are hundreds of millions of people in Mathira, so there are as many servants as needed.

Finally, before the last waiter was strangled to death, Harris controlled his emotions and apologized to him:
"I'm sorry, my beauty...

Anger always makes me lose my mind, this feeling is so annoying"

He controlled the mechanical arm to release the poor girl and signaled her to leave.

"Yes, my Lord~"

The girl suppressed her fear, saluted tremblingly, and then retreated into the service palace behind the mechanical throne.

But that doesn't mean she's safe.

Faced with this moody Majesty, death could come to her at any time.

Killing and fear are Harris's usual means of ruling.

He firmly believed that his rule could only continue if people feared him.

Harris regained his senses and asked with a smile how the officials and nobles of the royal court should deal with the damn traitor.

When the ministers saw this, their frightened hearts calmed down.

They racked their brains to offer strategies and suggestions in response to His Majesty's inquiries.

Anyone who dares to be perfunctory to His Majesty, or makes His Majesty think that you are being perfunctory, will put yourself in danger.

That is a sign of disloyalty.

Disloyalty can lead to death.

"Your Majesty, I propose to immediately dispatch all fleets to completely destroy the planet Ers!"

Under the mechanical throne, the fat noble shouted loudly.

A loyal look.

When the court officials heard this, a hint of disgust was revealed in their eyes.

The fat man who was speaking was from the Evila family and was good at flattery.

Moreover, by his shameless flattery, he won the favor of His Majesty.

The fat nobleman gushed:

"Only by making the traitors pay with blood can your majesty's majesty and inviolability be demonstrated... Violation?"

As he was speaking, he suddenly caught the venomous gaze of His Majesty.

The fat nobleman was suddenly sweating profusely and his speech became slurred.

Doesn't Your Majesty like this suggestion?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, not daring to look up again.

Harris looked away and listened to the advice of others:
Send a reconnaissance ship to Ers to learn about the enemy's strength.

Strengthen the planetary defense array and conduct high-intensity monitoring of the capital galaxy to prevent enemy raids.

At the same time, let the various armed forces begin preparing for war.

When these issues were almost discussed, Harris waved his hand and signaled everyone to leave.

When everyone dispersed, he was the only one left in the huge royal court, sitting alone on the mechanical throne.

"Damn traitors, how on earth did they do it!"

Harris gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

That was a tax collection fleet with three cruisers and more than twenty frigates.

A fleet of this size can be regarded as one of the most powerful forces in Mattila.

And such a fleet was destroyed silently!

This means that the planet Ers has the powerful force to destroy the fleet, and he can only destroy it by sending out the battleship fleet.

Harris was angry, but helpless.

Of course he wanted to send out all the battleship fleets to destroy the planet Ers.

But he didn't dare.

Without the ability to use the subspace channel, the expedition to the planet Ers would take at least four to five years, or even longer.

If the battleship fleet is sent out, how can the safety of the planet and itself be guaranteed?
He also could not go with the battle fleet.

Once he leaves the planet, it is hard to say whether the planet still belongs to him when he returns from the battle.

Those sinister nobles, damned cults, ignorant and unruly rebels, always wanted to take away everything from him.

They should all be killed!
Harris didn't even dare to step out of the throne.

Because he suffered too many assassinations.

The most serious assassination attempt damaged his body so badly that he had to rely on machines to keep himself alive.

This left a huge shadow on Harris, making him even more fearful and suspicious.

When did all this start?
He was in silent contemplation.

He, Halis Marius, the talented heir of the Marius family, was once a well-loved governor of the star zone. He was kind and rational, ambitious, and wanted to make the star zone prosperous.

Of course, as a star region governor, even after physical enhancement, it is not easy to manage a star region with more than ten planets.

Even far beyond his imagination.

After all, a Primarch who is millions of times more powerful than a mortal would also feel tired when faced with complex management work.

But no matter how hard the work is, Harris still enjoys it.

He firmly believed that as a genius, he could fulfill the mission entrusted by the emperor, and he did not believe in the illusory prophecy.

The tyrant of the Marius family died tragically on the throne?
He is not a tyrant. Even if he dies, he will die of exhaustion on the throne.

That ridiculous prophecy will end in his hands.

Under Harris's careful governance, the Goli sector has indeed developed further and people's lives have improved.

People no longer mentioned the prophecy and instead praised him as a benevolent monarch.

But since some time ago, the Terra Ministry of the Interior has gradually increased the tithe tax in the star zone.

Harris sent a letter to ask if there was a mistake and whether such taxation was reasonable?
The Empire's internal affairs officials replied that taxes were set according to the level of development of the star zone.

As the star zone develops, it should assume more sacred obligations for the empire.

He could not refute this, nor did he have the power to refute it.

The heavy imperial taxes made Harris unable to raise his head.

He tried many ways, but still couldn't fill the gap.

To this end, Harris had no choice but to repeal the labor law he had set and put more pressure on the people.

These pressures are transmitted to all planets in the sector.

With long periods of high-intensity labor and continuously declining income, taxes are becoming more and more terrible.

What's more troublesome is that a large number of the working population were conscripted into the Astra Militarum.

Gradually, famine broke out in some places and many people starved to death.

The people's protest was justified, but he had no way to explain it. The only thing he could do was to mobilize the PDF and the Astra Militarum to suppress the riot.

However, the riots continued to increase.

Harris had no choice but to submit an application to the Ministry of the Interior, begging to pay less tax, or even to extend the tax period.

The response from Terra's Interior Ministry was mild.

Let him talk to Chaos, to the greenskins, the bugs, and other rebels, and ask them to kill fewer Imperial fleets and soldiers!
Along with the letter came supervision from the Imperial Law Department.

There is no other way, so just keep going.

As the protests in the hive grew louder, the numb Harris simply thought they were noisy.

The education system he had originally established was also abolished. Schools were demolished one after another, and more churches were built to praise the emperor.

Now only blind faith can calm the people a little.

Ignorance is a virtue.

He himself believed that in such a situation, only God, the great emperor, could save everything.

Yet, the situation inevitably got worse.

The people began to denounce him as a tyrant and curse him in the most vicious words.

The terrible prophecy spread again:
The tyrant of the Goli Sector will die miserably on the throne!
Harris was under tremendous pressure.

He couldn't sleep all night, and even the medicine couldn't make him fall asleep.

Even when I fell asleep, I was still plagued by nightmares.

He dreamed that the traitors were reveling and he himself was lying on the throne, bleeding.

Harris became increasingly fearful and suspicious.

Start to fear loss and death.

He couldn't understand why everything turned out like this.

Why don't people understand his difficulties?
There were more and more rebellions and cult activities, and even the nobles came out openly against him.

Harris was powerless and could only pray to the Emperor with helplessness and hope.

Expect His response.

Ask Him to tell you how to proceed.

"Great Emperor, I am lost.

Please give me guidance, and lead me on the right path..."

But he prayed day after day without any response.

Harris began to become desperate.

Under the constant pressure, he made mistakes in his prayers.

Suddenly, the cold universe became warm and friendly, and he received wave after wave of responses!

Harris, who was in confusion, saw a great existence.

That huge figure, sitting high on the brass throne...

(End of this chapter)