Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 3 Psychic Awakening
"Enjoy the pleasure!"

The banshee's sharp claws slowly cut through Ron's clothes, leaving thin blood marks one after another.

She was playing with her prey, wanting it to die in extreme fear and torture.

For the followers of Slaanesh, killing is also a pleasure.

The followers of the Slaanesh sect like to hold group parties in gatherings to share the ultimate pleasure, but it often develops into mutual slaughter.

When the Hive Law Enforcers arrived, they often could not find a complete body at the scene, and some bodies were even stuck together.

They tear off each other's flesh and swallow it in pleasure!

Ron knew very well that if nothing unexpected happened, he would be ripped open and tortured to death by the banshee in front of him!

But he still has a chance!

He has already called for help, all he needs to do is buy time.

Ron supported himself and moved towards the bedroom door bit by bit.

The banshee didn't care at all and patiently left scratches on his body one after another. Blood flowed, leaving long trails on the ground.

Warhammer 40K is too difficult to survive, it’s not safe to be a planetary governor!

Ron gritted his teeth and continued to move. His chances of survival were increasing. As long as he could hold on until the Royal Guards arrived, he would survive!

Finally, he crawled to the door, reached out to push it, but touched the cold wall.

phantom?

Ron turned around and saw the banshee blocking his way, with a hint of teasing in her empty eyes.

She is laughing!

The illusion created by the banshee forced him to run into a blind spot. Even if the guards arrived, he would not have much chance of survival!

"Go to hell!"

The banshee had obviously had enough fun, so she licked her claws and stabbed down hard!

The sharp claws stirred up a bloody wind, so fast that Ron couldn't see it with his naked eyes, and he didn't even have the chance to raise his hands to block it!
This blow was enough to cut him in half!
Suddenly, Ron felt that time slowed down.

The shape of the sharp claws in front of me became clearer and clearer, even the fur on them could be seen clearly.

After finally escaping death, do I have to accept death again?
Ron was unwilling to give up, he twisted his body hard to avoid the vital parts.

As long as there is breath, there is still a chance!
Along with the will to survive, the familiar power deep in his soul burst out again.

Power surged instantly, and time seemed to be controlled by something. The claws hovered in the air, unable to move.

At some point, a light layer of frost formed on the ground.

Ron's eyes flashed with golden lightning, and electric current overflowed and surrounded his whole body, hitting the ground from time to time.

“Phew~ It’s finally in my account. I knew it. Without the cheat code, how can I survive in the world of Warhammer 40k?”

Ron got up, every cell in his body was cheering, his body and even his soul were full of electricity, and his wounds gradually healed and scabbed.

This feeling is so good, except that the whispers in the void are a bit annoying.

That's the call from the subspace!

If I'm not mistaken, he awakened his psychic powers and became a psychic.

Being a psychic isn't necessarily a good thing.

Psykers are a disturbing factor in the Empire and are extremely easily eroded and corrupted by the terrifying existence in the Warp.

The Empire searches for and captures psykers everywhere, and sends them to Holy Terra for testing on the Astronomican's black ships.

Psykers who can resist erosion will be used by the Empire, and those who are unqualified will be sent to the Golden Throne to burn their souls and dedicate everything to the great God-Emperor.

It is said that the Black Ship sends in a thousand psychics every day as fuel to maintain the operation of the Astronomican.

Keep the Empire's subspace waterways and information transmission channels smooth.

So Ron's situation as a psychic is not optimistic.

If his identity is exposed, even if he is the governor of a planet, he will still be monitored by the Empire and there is a chance that he will be taken away by a black ship.

If he fails the test, he will be sent to the Golden Throne and serve His Majesty the Divine Emperor...

Ron came back to his senses after a flash of thought.

Now is not the time to think about these things, we have to deal with this banshee first!
"Die, die!"

The escape of her prey made the lustful banshee furious. She screamed and struggled, longing for a brutal killing!

The banshee broke free from her restraints and pounced forward, vowing to tear the hateful human in front of her into pieces and swallow them bit by bit!
However, a fist shining with golden lightning hit her abdomen from bottom to top, causing her to fly into the air, with mucus splashing out of her mouth. "What are you thinking about, baby?" Ron followed up with another fist, hammering the banshee's cheek: "Get down!"

The banshee's face was distorted, and she flew through the stained glass window and fell onto the balcony, motionless.

"died?"

Ron did not rush forward to check in case the enemy counterattacked before dying.

After all, he is still a flesh and blood body. If he is stabbed by the sharp spikes and hits a vital point, he might lose his life.

His concerns were correct, such an attack still could not kill the banshee.

The banshee suddenly jumped up, and her half-broken head looked towards this side with resentment. A strong malice emanated from it, which made people shudder.

The Banshee has become stronger!
Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?
Just as Ron was about to go up and fight to the death, there was a noise outside, the sound of heavy boots stepping on the ground.

He stopped immediately and dispersed his spiritual energy.

"Lord Governor!"

boom!
The next moment, the bedroom door broke open.

Carter Crowley, Ron's most loyal captain of the guard, rushed in with a team of fully armed guards.

Each of the guards was equipped with an Imperial bolter, wore ceramic steel armor, and had an unusual body shape.

They were well trained and immediately looked for Ron and formed a guard beside him, while pointing their bolters at the banshee on the balcony.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the banshee on the balcony: "Solve it..."

boom!
Before he could finish his words, the guards pulled the trigger, flashes of fire appeared, and bullets poured out.

The bullets formed a cross chain and beat the banshee's body into a torn sack.

After one round of shooting was completed, another round was fired.

After two rounds of saturation shooting, Captain Carter of the Guards hurried over.

He pulled out his chainsaw sword and cut the banshee's head vertically, causing blood and flesh to splatter!
Then Carter raised his foot and kicked the banshee's body and the marble fence off the balcony.

After dealing with the banshee, Carter turned around, walked in front of Ron, and half-knelt down, his resolute face full of determination.

"Governor, the heretic has been executed!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from below the balcony, and the banshee fell to the ground and turned into a box.

Ron looked towards the balcony. The wind blew in from the gap, feeling quite cool.

In the moonlight, the bloody balcony and bedroom looked like a horrific crime scene.

These guys are pretty fierce.

Ron looked at the guards. These people seemed to have undergone a certain degree of transformation and their body sizes were far beyond those of ordinary people.

Guard Captain Carter's physique was even more astonishing, he was estimated to be over two meters tall and had strong muscles.

Genetic engineering?

This size is almost catching up with the Space Marines, this family is not simple...

The guards thought that the governor was going to blame them, so they looked at each other and lowered their heads.

"Very good, very spirited, you did a great job!"

Ron nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to pull Carter up, and patted his shoulder, making the other party feel a little at a loss.

It’s good to be rough, we must be rough!
The world is in chaos, and only a strong man can keep it under control.

At this moment, Ron's fear had disappeared without a trace, and he understood!

All the fear stems from insufficient firepower.

He wants to expand his power, increase his troops, attack with endless legions, and cover all enemies with fierce artillery fire!

Slaanesh, huh? I’ve got this in mind. I’ll definitely beat you to a pulp when I get the chance!
Just as Ron was distracted, he was interrupted by a nervous shout.

"God, are you alright, my lord?"

Bayev Cotton, the senior steward of the Grant family, hurried in with a nervous look on his face.

As Ron's confidant, he manages all the major and minor matters and personnel in the Royal Court.

They may even help with some government affairs, which is a heavy responsibility.

Bayev saw a trace of frost on the ground out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frowned.

(End of this chapter)