Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 257: Holy Fearlessness: Emperor, I need your guidance!
bang bang bang-

Amid the roar, heavy bombs poured down towards this side like raindrops.

In an instant, Ron's heart seemed to be tightly grasped, and a strong premonition of death surged into his heart like a tide.

The twin heavy bombs of the Dreadnought can penetrate ordinary power armor, with amazing destructive power!

What's even more tragic is that he had previously taken off the demon version of armor because he thought it was too heavy.

At this time, he was naked and without any armor.

Even if it was the Primarch, it would be hard for him to withstand the bomb with his physical body, right?

Ron watched helplessly as several flaming heavy bombs flew towards him, about to hit his face.

If it hits, it will most likely be a headshot!

Even though he could see the trajectory of the bomb clearly, he had no room to dodge.

There was no room to hide at all, and the area several meters around was completely covered by heavy bullets.

hum~
The defensive force field shield glowed faintly.

Fortunately, he values ​​his life very much and always wears a small force field shield.

Those heavy bombs that hit the force field shield seemed to be frozen in an instant, and their speed became extremely slow.

Finally, Ron watched the heavy bomb stop a few centimeters away from his eyes, and the tail flame gradually went out.

yah~
The force field shield overloaded and burned, the force field disappeared, and several heavy bombs fell to the ground with a clang.

Although this kind of personal small shield cannot withstand high-intensity attacks, it can at least block a fatal blow at a critical moment.

"Stop, capture him alive!"

Ron got a chance to catch his breath, and he immediately gave orders to the heavily armored soldiers to capture the dreadnought alive.

The reason he did this was not because he was worried that the Dreadnought would launch the next wave of attacks.

Instead, they were worried that the Dreadnought would be killed by the swarm of heavily armored thieves.

As soon as the double-linked heavy bombs were fired, the heavily armored chickens reacted.

They rushed forward, knocked down and frantically attacked the big blue machine that dared to attack the four-armed savior.

The old soldier roared and struggled, still trying to fight back: "You alien scum, you can't destroy my will!"

Waaaagh——

As Ron gave the order, he saw a green-skinned boss running out from somewhere.

when!
It leaped up and struck the cockpit of the Dreadnought with a heavy hammer.

The violent hammering knocked down the already damaged Dreadnought.

Accompanied by a large number of exploding electric arcs, the Dreadnought was completely paralyzed and could no longer move.

The veteran in the cockpit was also completely silent.

At this moment, the heavy-armored chicken thieves and greenskins who had just received the order stared at the fallen dreadnought and fell into silence.

The green-skinned boss who bravely knocked down the Dreadnought mecha lowered his head in fear when he saw Luo Ge's eyes.

Ron:…

Others are numb.

I finally managed to salvage a Holy Dreadnought Mech, could it be killed just like that?

This is a veteran among veterans, an honorable warrior of the empire. If he were to die in his hands like this.

That's heretical!
Ron said anxiously:

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get him on the boat and send him to hospital for emergency treatment immediately!"

He didn't bother to look at the spoils and asked the heavily armed chicken thieves to carry the Holy Dreadnought onto the transport ship.

Speeding all the way to the Holy Land of Ers.

On the transport ship.

Ron felt a headache when he saw the huge Sacred Dreadnought that was firmly fixed and bound.

Moss and the medical team have already prepared the operating room, waiting to send Holy Dreadnought there.

I hope it can be rescued.

He could feel that the life force of the old soldier in Sacred and Fearless was gradually fading away.

Soon, the transport ship arrived at the upper nest, which is now the top floor of the holy land.

After waiting for a long time, the medical team immediately mobilized a large vehicle and sent Holy and Fearless to the ICU for emergency treatment.

Ron didn't want to wait any longer, so he followed him in.

Using mechanical tools capable of dismantling heavy tanks, Moss and the medical team removed the outer armor of the Dreadnought.

Then he took out a black iron coffin soaked in oil.

That is the cockpit of the Dreadnought, and the veteran driver is inside it.

Ron looked at the dark iron coffin with a frown on his face.

Rather than a cockpit, it is more like a veteran's life-support device or even a cage.

The Space Marine veterans in the Dreadnoughts are basically Space Marines who have suffered serious injuries.

For Space Marines, broken limbs are only considered minor injuries, and they can continue fighting by adding prosthetic limbs.

Therefore, most of the veterans who are qualified to become fearless mechas have lost most of their limbs and organs.

They were able to maintain their vital signs, but could no longer fight.

Under normal circumstances, these seriously injured veterans should be able to retire and enjoy good recuperation, right?
Or if there is really no way to save them, palliative care can be used to allow these honored veterans to live out the rest of their lives without so much pain.

But in the world of Warhammer, this is basically not possible.

Life is the Emperor's currency.

Both life and soul belong to the Emperor and must be used to the fullest.

What's more, those Space Marines, especially the veterans who survived the bloody battles, are extremely valuable currency.

There is no room for waste.

As long as they have one breath left, they must continue to fight for the Empire and the great Emperor!
Thus, the Dreadnought Mecha came into being.

These veterans would only have their brains and vital organs preserved, their extra limbs removed, and they would then be placed in sarcophagi filled with amniotic fluid to sustain life.

Their brains are connected to mechanical sensors that allow them to sense what's happening outside, but their original perception has been permanently changed.

They will be trapped in an iron coffin forever, accompanied by cold, empty and endless pain.

Let’s put it this way, even if they feel an itch on their body, they can’t scratch it, and they have no limbs that can move.

And there was no way to fall asleep.

This goes on for hundreds, thousands, or even longer.

In order to prevent them from going completely crazy, most of the Dreadnoughts are in a dormant state.

It was an extremely painful loneliness.

Every time they woke up, the world became extremely strange. Their familiar teammates were no longer there, and they were surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

Long-term hibernation will lead to distortion of rationality.

Therefore, every time you wake up a Dreadnought, you must be extremely careful to avoid being attacked by the crazy Dreadnought.

Such terrible torture caused some Space Marines who entered the Dreadnought to die in madness and pain.

As a result, every Dreadnought is a brave and extremely determined warrior who is willing to devote everything to the empire.

Deserves all the admiration and honor.

But all this was extreme torture and suffering for the veterans in the fearless mecha.

"Too cruel……"

Ron muttered, looking up at the Dreadnought.

Embedded in the outer armor of the Dreadnought are the skeletons of several precious Space Marines.

These bones are regarded as holy objects by the Space Marines, which are equivalent to amulets.

Any enemy who dares to break these sacred bones will be met with the Bone Bearer's endless wrath and even more frenzied attacks.

After the battle, the Sacred Bone Fragments and Bone Powder will be recycled and reshaped.

Or mix it into other weapons or bullets for further use.

The main point is not to waste.

Ron followed the sacred bones and saw the inscriptions and more emblems engraved on the outer armor of the Dreadnought.

"Leonard Colin?"

That was the name of this sacred and fearless mecha pilot. The inscription introduced several major battles he participated in and the glory he gained.

This veteran has participated in saving dozens of human worlds and has been awarded many badges of honor.

One of the emblems dates back to the Horus Heresy.

Because of his heroic act of killing the traitor, Colin was awarded a red badge representing loyalty.

In other words, this veteran named Colin is a veteran with many years of experience.

Of course, most of the time, he is in a dormant state.

"Savior, the injured is still alive!"

Moss's surprised electronic voice came: "After rescue, his heart has resumed beating..."

Hearing this, Ron walked to the rescue platform on the other side and took a look, then he saw the cruel scene in the iron coffin.

Inside the iron coffin was a human-pig-like being, who had lost his hands, feet and most of his body.

Even a large piece of the skull was missing.

Half of the brain and internal organs were exposed in the amniotic fluid in the iron coffin.

Colin, holy and fearless, endured the torture of mechanical electric current in this posture in the dark and cold iron coffin.

And so he lived for ten thousand years.

That was unimaginable pain for Ron.

The Empire's actions were undoubtedly cruel, but he could not blame them.

Because the Empire had no choice.

The sacrifice of these soldiers sustains the lives of more people.

Humanity has survived to this day thanks to the sacrifices and dedication of such warriors one after another.

Otherwise, countless humans will be swallowed by chaos and aliens in extreme pain.

Looking at the pile of organs squirming slightly in the iron coffin, Ron hesitated.

Colin has given enough.

He has given everything for the empire, so why not just let him go in peace?

After all, rescuing him like this might not be a cruel thing. But soon, Ron gave up the idea. He felt Colin's unyielding will in extreme pain.

The old soldier was unwilling to leave.

Ron looked at the determined face soaking in the amniotic fluid compartment of the iron coffin, and a feeling of admiration welled up in his heart.

Such fighters should be treated better.

The Empire may not have a choice, but I do.

Since you have come to me, you should be treated as you deserve.

Ron looked at Moss and said, "Do your best to treat him and make sure he recovers!"

"Don't worry, we have the latest technology. As long as he is still alive, we can save him!"

Moss was confident.

new technology?
These days, Ron has been focusing on the Webway and Macragge, and has not paid attention to some of the technical research at the Biological Research Institute.

The medical staff pushed in a machine similar to an infusion pump that was connected to a small solar energy pipeline, and some kind of transparent liquid could be seen inside.

Moss used several robotic arms to remove the hatch of the iron coffin.

He scanned Colin's physical data, then pulled out several infusion tubes and carefully inserted them into his remaining blood vessels.

While treating him, Moss explained:

“Three years ago, the Biological Research Institute suddenly discovered that the life qualities contained in the energy of the little sun had greatly increased, and it had stronger healing and growth-promoting effects.

In view of this change, we have studied a series of new technologies to make full use of the power of the little sun. "

Nowadays, most of the core personnel who have been blessed in the territory know about the existence of the Little Sun and the Holy Sun.

There is no way. The pipelines that transport this energy are everywhere, and many of those technical priests are studying the field of subspace.

It's easy to find the truth.

Instead, it is better to tell them openly.

"three years ago?"

Hearing this, Ron suddenly understood.

Three years ago, wasn’t it the time when the Goddess of Life made a deal with me and gave me a part of my life essence?

He didn't pay anything, but earned a portion of the authority of the God of Life with his blood.

The Goddess of Life has extremely powerful recovery abilities and can recover quickly after drinking Nurgle's plague soup.

Now, the little sun also has a part of her life authority, isn't it going to take off?

In the medical field, it is considered to be one of the top entities in the galaxy, capable of providing extensive medical services to the territory.

There is also great potential in the agricultural field, and Gao Di must be a god of harvest.

The authority that Little Sun possesses can greatly enhance the territory!
Ron looked at Colin in the iron coffin expectantly, wanting to see the effect of the power of life.

Sure enough, after the injection of the liquid medicine mixed with life energy, Colin's breathing became steady and his heartbeat became faster and faster.

Given the powerful heart of the Space Marine, he could even faintly hear the sound of his heartbeat.

"Savior, he will wake up soon."

Moss dealt with the thick amniotic fluid on the iron coffin and replaced it with cleaner and more efficient life-sustaining amniotic fluid.

At the same time, some medicine that can relieve pain is injected.

"Are you awake?"

Ron felt a bit of a headache when he heard this.

Yes, he was saved.

But Colin, the holy and fearless veteran, has already regarded himself as a heretic, and who knows what will happen when he wakes up.

Although, he couldn't do anything in the iron coffin.

"Savior, you must be mentally prepared."

Moss added: "Due to the electrical burns from the damage to the Dreadnought, his brain was affected and he may have lost some of his memories."

"You guys go out for now."

Ron nodded and told Moss and the medical team to wait outside.

Even if Colin lost his memory, given the Space Marines' powerful judgment ability, he could still find out the truth quickly as long as he wanted to.

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for the territory to keep this veteran.

The worst possible scenario is that Colin still considers himself a heretic and is determined to return to Macragge.

In this case, we can't continue to imprison him or kill him, right?

Ron sighed.

I can't do such a thing. After all, I am an honorable warrior who gave everything for humanity.

There is a high probability that they will find a suitable way to send Colin back.

Fortunately, he had experience dealing with similar situations.

Ron looked at the sleeping Colin with a frown on his face.

He had to resort to some tricks.

You can't use force to deal with such a hardliner. Colin has endured torture for thousands of years, so he is not afraid of threats at all?

So, we can only take a soft approach.

Ron prepared to give Colin a faith package to nourish his soul.

He could feel that even with the relief of medication, this veteran was in pain all the time.

The physical pain is secondary, what is more important is the pain in the soul.

The warrior was immersed in an endless nightmare, his soul was confused and crying.

Ron mobilized the little sun and sneaked into Colin's dream.

He was ready to use the power that all gods had that he had used on Bishop Doni - projecting illusions.

……

In a dream.

Ron observed the dream:

"Is this a battlefield?"

The red moon was hanging high in the sky, the sky was bloody and gloomy, and carrion crows were circling.

boom--

In the distance, the broken warships fell from space to the ground, erupting into a huge fireball.

Ron looked up.

In space, the navy fleet is fighting against the alien fleet, the Necrons' tomb ships, the hive fleet...

Warships are falling all the time.

After watching for a while, he returned his gaze to the battlefield on the ground.

On the ground, the wreckage of Titans, Dreadnoughts, and Imperial Knights were scattered everywhere.

The broken bodies piled up into mountains.

Chaos heretics, demons, greenskins, tyranids, chicken thieves, necrons, Tau, and even human rebels...

Ron looked at these dream scenes and guessed: "It seems that these are the enemies Colin has faced."

Over the past ten thousand years, veteran Colin has witnessed the glorious era of mankind, when the empire was established and mankind shone like the rising sun in the Milky Way.

However, all this soon changed drastically when the tragic news came that the traitor Primarch Horus had rebelled.

The Emperor's son betrayed humanity!

Colin witnessed hundreds of thousands of space marines fighting each other across the galaxy, and huge Titans trampling each other, causing the earth to tremble.

After the rebellion, more and more enemies appeared in the galaxy, and he participated in more and more wars.

Eternal war!
Countless familiar teammates died one after another, the Primarch fell into a deep sleep, and the Empire went from being in turmoil to darkness.

Until he entered into divine fearlessness and fell into a deep sleep.

Afterwards, Colin woke up from hibernation again and again to participate in wars, and found that mankind was gradually entering an extremely dark era.

This made him even more desperate.

"Where's Colin?"

Ron searched in his dream and finally found Colin.

Under the dim red moon.

A lonely sacred dreadnought mecha is moving forward along a road covered with blood and corpses.

A little clumsy.

Ahead, there is a constant influx of heretics and aliens.

Colin controlled the sacred dreadnought and fought desperately, skillfully killing these enemies of the empire.

Ten thousand years of experience have made him familiar with the weaknesses of every enemy of the empire, and he knows how to survive in the cruel battlefield.

How to kill enemies in an efficient way!

However, the enemies seem endless and the road ahead seems to never end.

Colin fought, and gradually fell into despair, almost crying out:
"Great Emperor...

Your warriors need guidance, save us, we are about to be destroyed!"

Watching this scene, Ron was silent.

It was obvious that the God-Emperor could not respond to Colin's prayers. He was unable to move in the Warp and had to endure too much.

What's more, even the God-Emperor doesn't know where the way out for mankind lies.

His attempt failed and he was trapped in the Golden Throne.

Ron looked at the lonely figure of the sacred dreadnought mecha and sighed.

Since the Emperor of God cannot respond to you, let me, the savior, come!

I will guide you onto a path different from that of the Emperor and the Empire, another possibility for human development!
Although Ron still cannot see clearly where the future of mankind will go, he vaguely feels that the development path he is taking is correct.

His territory seems to be able to lead humanity onto a new path.

on the ground.

The lonely holy fearless machine still moved forward in the killing, and Colin in the iron coffin no longer prayed.

His soul was exhausted to the extreme and he fell into despair.

However, Colin suddenly felt a warm energy shining in front of him, which made his soul feel indescribably relaxed.

He looked up and ahead.

At the end of the road, the darkness is dissipating, and the sacred and dazzling sun is rising!
(End of this chapter)