Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 218 Ron: Fortunately, I am just a nobody~
"Savior, how does it taste?"

Datong is looking forward to it, hoping that his craftsmanship will be recognized.

“Yes, very delicious!”

Ron took a bite of the copper bull tendon, nodded and gave a thumbs up to express his appreciation.

He ate devil meat before just to try it for fun.

But now, for some reason, he felt less averse to eating devil meat.

Why do I think it tastes a bit delicious?

"It's better to be restrained. It would be troublesome if you eat too much and have side effects..."

Despite this, Ron still ordered the logistics department to seal and preserve some of the demon meat.

This is a specialty of Ers.
In some important diplomatic occasions in the future, won’t the entire Demon Banquet shock the entire audience?
The only trouble is that making demon-related food requires special talents like Da Tong.

But it's not a big problem.

The gene seeds in the barrel are about to mature.

Within a few years, more special space warriors with devouring talents and maximum cooking skills can be trained.

He even had some doubts as to whether Datong's talent for devouring came from his genes.

Maybe it's just that the disciple is better than the master.

Ron swallowed the copper bull tendon in his mouth and threw away the big iron rod with the tendon.

Then he rubbed his hands and stood up.

He had been sitting on the wreckage of a heavy tank several meters high. After he stood up, he had a clear view of the scene on the Throne Square.

From what he could see, the troops on the Throne Square were gradually withdrawing, and the battlefield had been almost cleaned up.

Ron reviewed the war in his mind.

The early stages of the war went smoothly. Through information obtained from missionary saints, the Military Affairs Department was able to understand the approximate strength of Tyrant Harris before the battle.

At the same time, some special cases and variables are preset.

Even Harris's demonization did not exceed the prediction of the Military Affairs Department. Ers Star is fully capable of taking down Mattila.

But the ritual formation hidden deep underground was beyond everyone's expectations, causing the war to enter an unpredictable stage.

It can be said that the truly dangerous moment was the subsequent arrival of the Great Demon of Khorne, Kabanha, and the demon army he led.

The planet Ers has too few high-end combat forces, and hundreds of space warriors are unable to deal with the entire demon army.

They couldn't even reach the core area of ​​the demon army.

Ron is still in shock until now. If Kabanha hadn't underestimated the enemy and taken the initiative to leave the core area of ​​the demon army.

He couldn't use the sacred urn bomb at all.

If a new Khorne Daemon comes again, even with the Holy Urn Bombs, he cannot guarantee that he can drive them away.

In short, we need to continue to produce more of the ultimate weapon, the Holy Urn Bomb.

But relying solely on big killer weapons is not safe enough.

Once the enemy is prepared and dodges in time, the ash bomb will not have much killing power.

Ron decided that he would never again be put in a situation that required such a risk.

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

The devil has been expelled and is unlikely to make a comeback in the short term. He must seize this opportunity and steadily improve his overall strength.

Ron was somewhat relieved that he had expelled Kabanha immediately.

Even if that Great Daemon of Khorne hadn't died, he wouldn't have learned much about himself.

Afterwards, he sensed the gaze of the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, in advance and asked the old God Emperor for help in time.

Before Tzeentch found him, the God-Emperor had already beaten him up severely.

In this way, his identity information should not be revealed.

That is a very good result.

After all, people are afraid of becoming famous just as pigs are afraid of getting fat.

Ron didn't want to be like those primarch brothers, famous in the galaxy and then become the number one wanted target of the evil gods of the warp.

Once they appear, they will be subjected to all kinds of open and covert attacks, even vicious and bloody assassinations.

Even someone as strong as the Primarch would eventually fail in the face of so many attacks and plots.

If you don't believe it, look at the end of Brother Guilliman, who has been lying in the Sanctuary for 10,000 years. I have to say that sometimes Brother Guilliman is really brave, and he is addicted to being a weakling, and dares to rush forward in any situation...

Fortunately, when he wakes up, he will be the son of the version, killing gods and Buddhas.

These are the super big and thick legs that only belong to the God Emperor.

Guilliman can withstand such a conspiracy, but I can't.

Ron thought about it, and suddenly a picture appeared in his mind:
He traveled around the galaxy wearing a suit of golden power armor.

He had just stepped off the Dream when the Chaos Boss suddenly rushed out and stabbed him in the kidney with a cursed poison sword.

Then... the feast on Ers Star begins!
Thinking of such a scene, Ron shuddered and even felt a dull pain in his waist.

As expected, one should not be too prominent...

Ron thought happily that fortunately he was still a nobody in the galaxy and it wouldn't be a big problem.

As for the future, he has only one goal:
Stay safe and farm well!
When we have enough resources, we will turn our base on the planet Ers into the ultimate fortress in the galaxy.

At the same time, they are madly developing troops, training more powerful space warriors, and letting their legions charge into battle.

He just needs to command everything from his lair.

Ron secretly made a wish, hoping that he would never need to take action again in the future.

The roar of a large troop transport interrupted my thoughts.

Ron raised his head and looked into the distance. The last batch of Storm Army had gathered and evacuated.

Throne Square was empty again.

This meant that the war was completely over and he had gained control of Mattila.

For Ron, this was a milestone victory.

More than ten years after coming to this world, he finally stepped out of the planet and expanded his rule to the star region.

However, victory in the war was only the beginning.

How to govern Mattila, how to recapture the remaining planets, and make the Gori star zone prosperous are the challenges he needs to face next.

Dusk arrives.

Surrounded by the Thunder Guards, Ron returned to the temporary command center on the assault ship.

He took off his tattered power armor and took a nice bath with the help of the maids.

Wash away the blood stains on your body.

Afterwards, he changed into casual clothes and went to the office.

Taco, an officer from the Military Affairs Department, has been waiting for a long time. He needs to report some data to Ron.

There is no other way. In the absence of a psychic network, reporting and calculations can only be done by manpower.

Takko summarized the battle reports from various places and reported to Ron the approximate losses in the Battle of Mattila:
The Storm Army suffered one-third casualties, and currently has about 1000 million soldiers left.

The battle sisters suffered two-fifths casualties, and there are currently 1300 people left.

The casualties of Space Marines were about one-fifth, and currently there are 245 Void Angels and 474 War Angels left.

The Thunder Guards suffered one-tenth casualties, with only 91 people left.

Afterwards, Taco reported the battle damage to equipment including ships, fighter planes, heavy tanks, and sentry mechas.

Ron looked at the battle damage report and was silent for a while.

He really didn't want to start a war, but he had to fight.

If we don't take the initiative to fight, more people will die when the enemy comes to us.

After Taco finished his report, he went out.

He also needs to compile a list of casualties and submit it to the Ministry of the Interior, and then carry out the relevant pension procedures.

Night falls.

The full moon occupied almost half of the sky.

Ron walked out of the temporary command center and looked out from the platform.

The Throne Square in the distance was brightly lit; those were the lights used by the construction team.

The workers are working day and night to repair the site and arrange some important facilities.

In order to welcome the grand ceremony in ten days...

(End of this chapter)