Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 200: Rich, a huge amount of power of hope!

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The force field around the virtual imaging device glowed brighter and vibrated violently under the bombardment of artillery fire.

The small force field responsible for protecting the equipment could not withstand the attack of several heavy artillery pieces.

After a round of bombardment, sparks came out of the machinery at the bottom and the light of the force field completely dimmed.

"One more round of attacks and we can destroy it!"

The senior official's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the virtual image.

The image of His Majesty Harris dying on the throne irritated his nerves.

He didn't dare to think about that possibility.

"No, His Majesty Harris cannot die. Those are just the conspiracies of the traitors. That is absolutely true..."

Senior officials comforted themselves.

In the central square.

The rebels, the suppression forces, everyone saw the image of the tyrant dying on his throne.

Even though they cursed the tyrant's death countless times in their hearts and looked forward to seeing him die, it all happened too suddenly.

So much so that people simply couldn't believe it.

The entire battlefield came to a standstill. People stopped attacking each other and just stared blankly at the images.

For a moment, the only sound on the battlefield was the roar of artillery fire hitting the force field.

When the smoke cleared, the super-heavy tanks were preparing for their next attack to completely destroy the imaging device.

However, the picture suddenly changed.

Ron's figure appeared. He was wearing golden armor, with a golden laurel wreath on his head and angel-like wings spread out.

The body of the tyrant Harris on the throne became the background.

In the virtual image, Ron's eyes were deep, and he just looked straight at everyone, majestic and sacred.

Suddenly someone exclaimed:

"It's the Savior, that's the Savior!"

The crowd became agitated for a moment, but soon quieted down again.

They waited for the Savior's next move.

In the eyes of people's expectation, the savior took the next step and announced this fact to people:
Tyrant Harris is dead!
Afterwards, the savior promised to liberate the planet.

He issued an ultimatum to the tyrant's troops, ordering them to lay down their arms immediately and seek mercy.

At the end of the video, the Savior looks at the people:

"Rejoice, people of Mathira, your suffering is over!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the rebels cheered.

They shed tears, praised the great Savior, and released the emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

At the same time, more cheers came from afar.

This video was broadcast all over the planet, reaching almost every area with transmission equipment.

The whole planet was in a frenzy.

The riot police in the central square looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

But more and more people are putting their guns down.

Inside the armored vehicle that looked like a mobile villa, the senior officer looked at the virtual image that was still playing in a loop and shouted at the commander:
"Why aren't you attacking? Tell the gunners to destroy that damn equipment!"

The commander's voice trembled: "The gunners refused the order"

"Then tell the supervisory team to kill them!"

"The supervision team also refused to obey orders. You said His Majesty Harris would not really..."

The commander did not continue.

Amid the frenzied cheers outside, the armored vehicle fell into deathly silence.

These senior officials who are loyal to Harris know very well that their power and wealth are given by His Majesty Harris.

All of this is based on a cruel rule and people's fear of His Majesty Harris.

Now, people are no longer afraid, and whether His Majesty Harris is really dead or not will not have much impact on the outcome.

Because the rule based on fear has collapsed.

Senior officials observed through surveillance equipment that riot control soldiers on the front line had begun to lay down their guns and surrender.

The same is true for the combat supervision team.

They even turned their guns around and killed officers who refused to surrender.

Seeing this, the senior official sat on the jeweled sofa, looking ashen.

The fat on his body was trembling, and he closed his eyes and muttered to himself:

"It's over, everything is over..."

He knew very well that the soldiers under cruel rule could surrender.

As a high-ranking figure, he is doomed to die.

The battered soldiers would likely turn their guns on their oppressors and execute them.

Suddenly, the senior official sensed something and turned to look behind him.

He saw hatred in his eyes.

Those gazes came from several service soldiers, whose hands had already reached for their guns.

“What are you doing?
You are betraying His Majesty Harris!" The senior official was so frightened that he reached for his gun.

But because of his panic, he dropped the small and exquisite pistol to the ground.

He looked up suddenly and found that the orderly soldiers had mustered up their courage and pointed their guns at him.

Finished!

The senior official felt a heat in his crotch and almost lost all his strength, and collapsed on the sofa.

Whoosh whoosh—

Several laser beams swept across.

Scarlet rays penetrate the human body and the equipment behind it.

When the laser fire stopped, the charred body fell down.

Ah ah ah ah ah!
The senior officer let out a shrill scream, but found himself unharmed.

He touched his body and confirmed that he was fine. Then he looked up and found that those who fell down were the service soldiers.

Next to him was the commander holding a laser rifle. It was he who had just killed those service soldiers.

"You did a great job. These traitors should be executed, and their families too!"

Senior officials, shaken off the fear of death, poured out their anger.

"We can't do it..."

The commander came to his senses, tears in his eyes and despair in his voice:

"His Majesty Haris has been defeated. We have lost everything. Goodbye, my Lord!"

"you……"

Before the senior officer could react, the commander suddenly put the muzzle of the gun to his own chin and pulled the trigger.

Several laser beams completely smashed his head.

The headless body fell on top of the senior official, causing him to scream even more miserably.

After the senior official recovered, he shakily picked up the laser rifle and tried to learn how to commit suicide.

But in the end he didn't have the courage to pull the trigger and collapsed on the sofa.

Soon, the armored vehicle was breached.

The rebels rushed in and dragged the senior official who had been responsible for countless killings to the center of the square like a dead dog.

Like other officials, he was forced to kneel in the middle of the square.

The officials lowered their heads, not daring to look people in the eye, and cried bitterly and begged for forgiveness.

But the crimes they committed cannot be forgiven.

Ultimately, amid the hateful gaze of the people, the officers of the riot police died from the cruel torture instruments they had invented.

The whole process lasted for several hours.

……

Inside the temporary command office.

Ron sat at his desk, processing various temporary documents.

As the images were released, more and more battle reports came in.

Almost the vast majority of the tyrant's troops chose to surrender. They laid down their arms and begged for forgiveness from the savior.

All major nodes across the planet are under his control.

Suddenly, Ron felt that the surging power of faith was gathering on him from all over the planet.

One million, ten million, one hundred million!
By the time the tide of faith ended, he had gained nearly 300 million points of hope.

With the blessing of the power of faith, he felt that Little Sun's strength had reached a new level.

It can split into more psychic cores.

This means that Ron can expand the Little Sun's territory to cover more planets.

"This wave will take off directly!"

The power of hope he obtained in this operation was more than what he had obtained in the past ten years.

Mattila has a population of nearly 100 billion, and he will be able to gain more power of hope in the future.

But soon, Ron's excitement diminished a lot.

After the expansion of his territory, there were more places where he needed to consume his faith power.

For example, the consumption of maintaining the field, the energy pipelines of the psychic network, the consumption of various research projects, etc.

And there was a huge gap in his power of hope.

If you want to better control the star region and expand your territory to further places, you must acquire the ability to navigate at high speeds.

Otherwise, it would take several years just to fly there, which would seriously limit the speed of development.

At present, the only high-speed navigation technology that Ron has the opportunity to master is the webway.

He would need nearly a billion Hopeforces to pull the ancient Webway Blackstone Gate out of the Warp.

According to the current growth rate of the power of faith, he will be able to build the Black Stone Gate in a short time.

Just as Ron was thinking about it, he received a report from Deville.

The Inquisition has found a heretic stronghold where a horrific ritual seems to be taking place!

(End of this chapter)