Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 346: The miserable weeping man and the righteous savior!

"Sorry, please wait a moment..."

Fuli was afraid of making a mistake, so she quickly looked down at the cargo data on the data board.

It would be a big trouble if some equipment was missed.

She was calculating something in a low voice:
"The equipment for a single Space Marine includes two sets of conventional power armor, one set of special environment combat armor, and one set of Terminator armor...

Power weapon set, bolter set..."

soon.

Fuli breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and smiled: "Yes, it's 20,000 sets, please sign for it!"

Ah? ? ?
Karaen was completely numb, and he forced a stiff smile: "Is this how our savior's equipment is calculated?"

Fuli felt strange:
"Yeah, isn't this standard rule for Space Marines?"

The Space Marines of the Savior's Territory have two sets of regular power armor that they wear in rotation, one set of special combat armor that can be adjusted and equipped with accessories to adapt to high-pressure environments, and one set of Terminator armor.

That is, the standard four sets of power armor.

It is said that new types of special armor are still under development and will be deployed in due course.

Also equipped with customized, different types of power weapon sets, bolt weapon sets and several heavy weapons.

These are all regular maintenance and replacement, tuning of the machine soul, and bathing in the sacred light.

Keep your equipment in perfect condition.

Unlike some old equipment, the machine soul is too violent and easy to get out of control. During combat, you have to distract yourself to maintain it to avoid problems such as jamming, inaccuracy, and even crashes.

This is also the reason why the Blood Angels feel that the weapons bestowed by the Savior feel super good.

It's like they have been driving an old car that could explode or fall apart at any time for a long time, and suddenly they are driving a brand new supercar. Wouldn't that be a feeling of taking off?

Hearing Fuli's question, Karan almost vomited blood.

He looked at the armor he had worn for nearly a hundred years and had been repaired countless times, and he roared in his heart again:

"Emperor, what kind of damn luxury standard is that?

The standard is that the armor I'm wearing hasn't been changed for a hundred years, and the Terminator armor is more than three hundred years old, and it's just an ordinary model, not a high-end product made by a master forger! "

Unless it is a legendary equipment made by a master forger, using special materials or endowed with some kind of energy, it can withstand the test of time.

Even better performance.

The performance of other equipment will age and deteriorate over time.

not to mention.

Those equipments are not like the equipment produced by the Savior, which can be bathed in holy light and improve the ability to withstand corrosion.

"Mr. Karaen?"

Fuli reminded politely, pushing the dataslate forward and motioning for the other party to sign.

Karaan came back to his senses awkwardly.

He took the data pad and signed his name, then swallowed back a mouthful of blood and forced a more forced smile: "You are right, this is the standard for Space Marines."

It must be this standard.

You can't say you're poor in front of the logistics staff, right?
Karaan suddenly thought of the possibility that he had imagined before and now seemed to be coming true.

His voice trembled slightly, hoping to get an accurate answer: "Ms. Fuli, are these equipment and supplies for our Blood Angels?"

These equipment and supplies are enough to make the entire Blood Angels richer and save them hundreds of years of struggle.

Karaan looked at Fuli expectantly, but saw that she shook her head, which made his eyes go dark.

The beautiful dream was shattered in an instant, and his heart... was dead!
however.

The other party's next words made his heart rise from the abyss to heaven again.

"I was just about to tell you that about one-third of these equipment was given to the Blood Angels by the Lord Savior, along with three hundred Centurion Armors."

Fuli flipped through the data on the data pad and looked up, "I have already sent you the detailed list. The remaining equipment should be distributed by a dedicated person in charge."

"Praise the Savior. I didn't expect that the Savior would be so kind to us!"

Karan was deeply moved.

After all, with these equipment and supplies, the Blood Angels can reduce a lot of casualties in the next battle.

Fuli put away the data tablet and ended the communication with a smile: "Sir Karaen, the handover mission is completed. I wish you a happy life!"

Karaen looked at Fuli's receding back and sighed:

"The subordinates of the Lord Savior give people a really good feeling. They are much better than those officials of the Empire..."

He flipped through the list sent by Ms. Fuli and used the communication to tell Lord Dante the exciting good news.

after that.

Karaen turned around and scolded the Blood Angels who were looking at their equipment:
"What are you doing standing here? Come over here and move the equipment to the warehouse!"

It was a blasphemous sight to see all this sacred equipment lying on the ground, especially the Centurion armor.

What if it gets contaminated with too much dust and makes the machine soul unhappy?
Looking at the equipment piled up in the square, the company commander suddenly had a happy worry.

It seems like their warehouses can’t hold so much equipment and supplies?

Actually.

The equipment and supplies of these Space Marines are only a small part of the supplies brought by the Savior transport fleet.

There is simply not enough space to load and unload more large equipment and vehicles.

The workers in charge of loading and unloading had to contact the engineering team to temporarily build a larger square in the desert.

dong dong dong-

The rumbling footsteps attracted Karan's attention. It was a huge sacred machine - the Redemption Engineering Titan.

No matter how many times.

These huge monsters can give people a deep shock.

Karaen looked up and couldn't help but sigh:
"In the entire galaxy, I'm afraid that only our savior can use these sacred machines in this way, right?"

This company commander had unknowingly begun to regard himself as a subordinate of the savior.

In the desert construction area, the Redemption Project Titan's huge shovel flattened the towering sand dunes, using high pressure and high temperature to shape the sand into solid ground.

In this way, the engineering team built one large square after another.

In the distant area, there are more engineering titans and machines moving around.

now.

The evacuation of mortals from the Baal Galaxy has been completed, and a large number of large-scale construction machinery have been deployed on various planets for construction.

Those engineering machines will quickly transform the galaxy, build fortifications and arm it.

Turn the planets of the entire galaxy into an unbreakable fortress!
suddenly.

Karaan saw the familiar and magnificent warship in low Earth orbit.

There is no doubt that she is the savior's vehicle!
The captain of the first company was full of excitement as he ran towards the main fortress of the monastery. He wanted to meet the savior...
-
Atop the main fortress of the Skyguard is the Blood Angels' main strategy room.

The dozen or so people present were shrouded in a tense silence. The think tanks and executive officers of the Blood Angels turned their eyes to Dante who was sitting on the throne.

Dante stared at the central tactical holographic device in silence.

Actually.

He was in a daze.

"My Lord, are you not going to say a few words?" Mephiston asked.

The Leviathan Hive Fleet is approaching and a major battle is imminent.

As usual.

As Chapter Master, Dante is responsible for presiding over the Red Blood War Council, formulating battle strategies and boosting the morale of the warriors.

"what?"

Dante came back to his senses and met everyone's gaze: "Didn't I just formulate a strategy? The descendants of Sanguinius will obey the Lord Savior in everything.

Isn’t this the best strategy?”

Everyone looked at each other, they couldn't refute it at all, that really seemed to be the best strategy.

Mephiston was silent for a while, and finally said:
"Your Majesty is wise..."

Dante nodded and fell into a daze again.

Anyway, the savior will be here soon, so I should just be a robot servant.

He is the axe in the hands of the Savior. He will chop wherever the Savior tells him to.

The door to the main strategy room opened.

A tall figure wearing a dark gold robe and with an extraordinary demeanor walked in, followed by several people who looked like commanders.

Seeing this, everyone stood up from their seats and saluted solemnly:
"Lord Savior."

Ron nodded and raised his hand to press gently: "Everyone, sit down."

Dante felt like he had seen a savior.

He breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to welcome Ron to the main seat: "Savior, please take a seat!"

It is better to leave such an important and exhausting mission as commanding a large-scale battle to the great savior.

After the Savior sat down, Dante sat down at the lower left side, looking like he was attentively following orders.

"Let me just say a few words..."

Ron gently raised his hand and projected the star map of the Baal galaxy. The outer area of ​​the star map showed the abominable appearance of the Leviathan Hive Fleet.

daunting.

“Everyone knows that Tyron is about to arrive.

According to the latest research by our great biological sage, the hive mind is not just a simple beast. It can think, perceive, hate and desire, and it has a rich variety of emotions.

now.

The Hive Mind of Leviathan stared at Baal through its countless eyes.

It knows that our warriors have long resisted numerous Tyranid swarms, not only burning its feeding grounds, crushing its fleets, but also hindering the expansion of the swarm in the galaxy.

Therefore, Leviathan launched a revenge, from the Vitria Galaxy, the Hades Galaxy, and finally arrived at the Baal Galaxy..."

He looked at everyone in the main strategy room with a serious expression:

“This was a deliberate act, calculated and with malicious intent.

That means we have no way to retreat. The Tyranid Hive will arrive at Baal in a month. We must completely defeat the Hive Mind here, otherwise it will chase us to the end of the galaxy.

Fortunately.

It's not that we don't have the power to resist. Many reinforcements and equipment and supplies have arrived in Bal.

I promise you in the name of the Savior and Primarch of Hope that under my leadership, Baal will not be destroyed, and the Leviathan Hive Mind will end here!"

The promise of a savior dispelled people's fears and inspired think tanks and executives.

They all expressed their utmost respect for the Savior and vowed to obey his orders without reservation and with everything they had.

Ron calmed down the boiling atmosphere in the main strategy room and raised his hand to signal Taco and two assistants from the military affairs department to come forward:

"My deputy, Taco, and the Military Affairs Department will serve as the commander-in-chief of this campaign, commanding the battle in the name of the Savior. He will be in charge of communicating with you on the following matters..."

He would not stay in the command room. Commanding a large-scale battle is an extremely brain-intensive task and should be left to more professional people.

This way you can live a few more years.

After all, even a powerful being like Guilliman would be exhausted by long-term command affairs. Not only would his hairline move up, but his face would also have many more wrinkles, and his body would gradually age.

Ron thought about it.

It seems that Guilliman is still traveling in the Warp now. I don’t know if he can make it?
If you can arrive in time.

That would be an extremely powerful assist, making this battle much easier.

after that.

Ron added two more sentences.

He told the Blood Angels that he had also found alien allies, including a greenskin tribe and the Tau Empire fleet.

They will participate in this battle together to resist Leviathan in the outer star fields.

The Blood Angels had no objection. It was nothing new for humans to form an alliance with aliens to fight.

not to mention.

In the Battle of the Hades Galaxy, it was the Savior who sought the cooperation of the Necrons and turned the tide of the war.

of course.

Some people are still surprised.

They could not imagine how the Savior could convince those chaotic, barbaric and brainless greenskins.

Ultimately, it can only be attributed to the power of the Primarch.

Ron briefly explained these things and ended the task.

The next task will be undertaken by commanders such as Taco.

They had to stay in the main strategy room to work out specific combat strategies and a command framework that would incorporate the Saviour's armed forces, the Blood Angels and their successor groups, as well as all support forces.

Coordinated command operations.

Ron stood up and left the main strategy room.

He also had to travel around and meet with the Space Marines from various major regiments to boost people's morale.

That is also one of the main jobs of the Savior.

Dante followed the Savior, looking like he was secretly learning something. This is what a leader should do!
He thought about how he had taken care of all the responsibilities before.

I felt a little tearful when I had to formulate strategies and give commands as well as fight on the front line.

It's so bitter.

The savior is still more cool and can achieve better results by doing this.

"Emperor, I must learn from the Savior!"

Dante sighed in his heart: "It would be great if the Blood Angels could also have a commander who could take over the overall situation on their behalf..."

He thought of the Zhongsi Academy established by the Savior, where most of the outstanding commanders graduated.

The Chapter Master made his decision in secret.

After the Battle of Baal is over, we will ask the Savior for quotas and send some people over to study and train, so as to fully absorb the Savior’s advanced experience!
……

The Red Blood Temple.

Karaen followed the crowd forward and headed to the temple to meet the great being.

Hundreds of the Empire's noble heroes crowded the path in front of the temple, the exhaust fumes of power armor, the smell of engine oil, and the aroma flowing from the braziers blending together.

The surroundings are filled with a sacred mechanical smell.

The armor worn by the Sons of Sanguinius is black, red, white, or gold, but the diverse colors cannot conceal their common bloodline.

In addition to these sons of Sanguinius, there were also many warriors of other bloodlines who came to support.

Karaan saw the conspicuous yellow armor not far away and couldn't help but sigh.

That bloodline had just experienced a brutal battle, and there were less than three hundred people left.

I heard that when they returned from the battlefield.

The entire regiment was crowded on a small barge. Their armor was incomplete, and many of the soldiers' armor parts were urgently stripped from their dead brothers.

It is hard to imagine what they encountered.

But even so.

These warriors still rushed back to the planet Baalmu to participate in the war against Tyranids. Although the enemy is powerful, they are determined to fight to the death!

"Malakin..."

Karaen called out to the other party, wanting to have a few words with the melancholy warrior and tell him some good news.

But this time.

The bronze door banged open and the sacred hymn to the Savior flowed out.

See this.

He had no choice but to regain his composure and follow the crowd into the hall.

Within the hall.

The pale red sunlight shone through the armored glass windows, and the scenery on the distant horizon was in full view, with towering rocks and deserts falling straight down into the Angel's Well.

The red sunlight set and turned into a sacred gold somewhere.

Everyone looked up.

A living miracle sat on a throne of pure gold, white birds flying in the sky, and around him were hundreds of mortal children wearing white robes and singing hymns.

It was a huge warrior wearing black and gold armor.

He has a golden laurel wreath on his head, a gentle yet majestic expression, and on both sides of his body are several legendary weapons held by his servants.

Everybody knows.

The miracle before them was the Primarch of Hope and Savior of the Empire, Ron Grant, the one who had saved countless lives in the dark side of the Empire.

In an instant,
The sound of armor colliding rang out at the same time, and the warriors clenched their fists on their chests and bowed their heads to pay high respect to this existence.

Ron sat on the adamantine throne and looked at the imperial warriors who were paying tribute.

now.

He felt the respect these elite warriors of the Empire had for their Primarch, the Emperor's own son.

In fact, the savior's sudden return to the empire was not enough prestige.

So the soldiers simply paid their respects.

If it was the Primarch of the Ultramarines and Regent Guilliman who came.

All the warriors, including Dante, will kneel down and offer their complete loyalty.

That prestige alone is an unrivaled force.

There are too many chapters within the Empire's territory, with at least over a million Space Marines.

That in itself is an extremely powerful force, meaning that wherever the Regent goes, he can gather a huge army on the spot.

The soldiers all offered their loyalty.

This is also the reason why Ron shows up as much as possible, he needs to accumulate more prestige.

Prepare to recapture more dark side areas in the future.

As long as he has enough prestige and powerful weapons, the savior's rule will be invincible.

In the hall.

The hymn stopped at some point, leaving the scene in silence.

"Angels of the Emperor, the Tyranid threat has brought you together."

Ron looked at everyone and finally spoke:
"What is coming will test you. You will look up and see no stars in the sky. The Tyranids have blotted out their light.

You would marvel at how many abominations they are able to send, and wonder if there is an end to them. Your psykers and Librarians would tell you of the horrors of the blinding and tormenting shadows of the Warp.

You will see this and think we are powerless to win..."

He slowly stood up from the golden throne, his figure appearing taller and taller in the light:

"But I tell you in the name of the Primarch of Hope that we will win. We will kill the Zerg with swords, bombs, heavy artillery fire and a tide of steel..."

Ron gave a passionate speech, which inspired the soldiers to shout the name of the savior.

Followed by.

He walked down the stairs step by step, towards the crowd, passing by each soldier.

I want to remember every soldier's face in my heart.

Wherever the Savior's gaze swept across, the soldiers all straightened their bodies and looked even more solemn.

however.

His gaze paused somewhere.

"Isn't this too tragic?"

Ron saw a chapter master wearing yellow armor. His armor was covered with scars and indelible bloodstains, and patches could even be seen on some parts.

But when he saw the emblem on the chapter leader, he understood instantly.

That's the Weepers.

The most loyal and unluckiest crybaby in the empire.

The history of the Weepers is a tragic one, as if they were haunted by bad luck. They were extremely unlucky in every battle, either encountering an irresistible enemy, being ambushed and surrounded, or being accidentally affected by friendly forces.

This also led to a shortage of equipment and personnel for the Weepers. Every time they recovered and joined the battle, they would quickly go bankrupt again in the battle.

The equipment was gone before I could even warm it up.

It is simply the poorest and most unfortunate chapter in the Empire, even worse off than the Great Shark.

Moreover, the Shark accidentally betrayed the Weeper during the Badab War, which led to an unharmonious relationship between the two sides.

Ron walked up to the Weeper Chapter Master:

"Malakin..."

Malakin's melancholy face showed a hint of flattery: "Savior, do you know me?"

"Of course!"

Ron said sincerely: "Everyone knows the loyalty and bravery of the Weepers. No one will forget your legend and sacrifice. You will get the treatment you deserve..."

"For those we cherish, we die with honor!"

The Primarch of Hope's praise brought tears to the Weepers' Chapter Captain's eyes.

They, the Weepers, have always been ignored and unrecognized, believed to have no military achievements, and rarely received supplies from the Empire.

I have been wronged for too long!
This scene also moved the soldiers present.

Ron patted Malakin on the shoulder and looked at the chapter leaders:
"In order to cope with this war, I have prepared a lot of equipment and vehicles including Terminator Armor and Centurion Armor. If you need to replenish your equipment, just follow me..."

"Savior's righteousness!"

Upon hearing this, the chapter leaders showed excited expressions.

They had more respect and affection for the Savior.

To Space Marines, armor and weapons are like their lives.

Good equipment can not only help them achieve more results, but also save more lives.

more importantly.

They have been at war all year round and are indeed not very wealthy.

Subsequently.

Roan led Malakin and the chapter leaders to the warehouse area. He decided to distribute all the stockpiled Space Marine equipment and vehicles in public.

This will not only boost morale, but also shock people.

of course.

The Weepers are in a bit of a pitiful situation and need special attention!

……

When Ron led everyone to distribute equipment, the airspace near Bal.

The White Scream jumped out of the warp channel with difficulty. The dilapidated warp engine made them delay in the channel for too long.

however.

Before the old ship could continue sailing, thick smoke began to billow visibly from somewhere on the hull.

Apparently there was something wrong with the ship's engine.

Anchored...

(End of this chapter)