Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 369 Female Imperial Guards: This is the Emperor’s order, and must not be disobeyed!
Dream, bridge.

Ron looked into the void outside the dome. The ships' gunfire was still fierce. The Redemption Fleet was encircling and suppressing the Tyranid alien ships.

It's not just a war in space. On the surface of Baal and Baal, the counterattack against Tyran has also begun.

The Tyranid Zerg, having lost their command system, had no power to fight back at all, and batch after batch of Zerg were easily strangled to death.

From this moment on, the battle between Baal and Tyran can be said to be over.

The next step is nothing more than clearing out the bugs in the entire galaxy. There is no threat at all.

"The flesh and blood of these insects are all good things, don't waste them..."

Ron looked at the pieces of meat in the void and said with some heartache.

Due to the sheer size and number of Tyranid bio-ships, the large chunks of flesh left behind by their death have formed asteroid-like swarms.

The Savior has always advocated thrift and diligence, saving where possible and spending where possible, with the core concept of making the best use of things and making the most of what is available.

Even if a Chaos Demon passed through the territory, it would be caught and grabbed, and left naked and crying.

Some unlucky demons have been locked up in the basement of the Demon Research Institute for decades of research. They have been studied from top to bottom, inside and out, and countless weapons and drugs have been experimented on them, which are extremely tragic.

The kind that makes you drool even after being cured.

Even so, the Demon Research Institute is still unwilling to exile those demons and capture and replace them with new demon experimental subjects, using the excuse that they are used to them and other demons will not work.

In fact, I just want to save some money.

Now, the precious white protein is right before your eyes.

If this was wasted, Ron probably wouldn't be able to sleep when he got home.

There is no way, the amount of these proteins is too huge!

After the failed invasion of the Leviathan Hive Fleet, countless insect carcasses were left in the Baal Galaxy, piled up into planets.

It almost increased the mass of the entire galaxy by nearly one third.

This amount of protein is enough to feed dozens or even more star regions of humankind, and it is eaten in a pure meat form.

If we add some grain starch to it, we can feed more people.

It was an unimaginable meat harvest.

Ron contacted the head of the logistics department and ordered him to come up with a perfect plan to recycle the flesh and blood remains.

In his plan, the insect blood and flesh proteins will be made into canned insect meat for human consumption.

Of course, the Savior Territory itself has a complete animal husbandry system. More than a dozen animal husbandry planets raise a large number of large meat-producing creatures such as Crox beasts and Sgro beasts, and it also has several ocean worlds that supply fish.

So there is no shortage of meat in the territory.

These canned insect meats, which seem unhealthy at the moment, can at most be tasted by the citizens of the territory.

The main purpose of canned insect meat is to dump it abroad at low prices.

The territory plans to sell these canned insect meat to the hard-working Imperial Astra Militarum at a low price, so that more Imperial soldiers can eat meat. At least it is much better than those messy contaminated cans and ant-cow cans.

It can also be used as disaster relief supplies to supply some planets suffering from famine and save more humans.

After dealing with the insect meat.

Ron turned his attention to another matter, waiting for the other party's response.

As time passed, the savior's brow gradually furrowed, and the bright light of the artillery fire shone on his gloomy face.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Hasn't there been a response yet?"

The Battle of Baal was drawing to a close.

But it does not mean the end of all wars, there are still many Leviathan tentacle fleets invading the empire's territory.

No one knew what kind of information the tentacle fleets had received, but they still maintained their offensive momentum, as if they wanted to plunder a batch of biomass before leaving.

The defeat of the Leviathan Hive Mind does not mean the destruction of all Zerg swarms. Those tentacle fleets that are out of control are very likely to give birth to a new Hive Mind.

Let the swarm continue.

But the redeveloped Zerg no longer has much to do with Leviathan.

They will be named after the new High Masters of Tyranids.

Of course, that's all for later.

Even if the swarm begins to recover, it will not be able to threaten the territory in a short period of time, not to mention that the territory will have its own swarm by then.

Even more troublesome is the Empire's extermination order.

The Supreme Lords and high-ranking nobles of Holy Terra are extremely wary of the threat posed by Leviathan, fearing that the Tyranid swarm will spread to the Solar Sector and cause more destruction.

In order to stop the Leviathan Swarm from advancing, they developed a cruel plan.

That is to create a long isolation zone on the swarm's path and destroy all life and matter in it.

This will force them to change their route and go to other areas, no longer threatening the Solar System.

This is the tactic of "even if my friend dies, I would rather die than let myself die".

In order to protect the interests of the Solar Star Region, those guys in Holy Terra don't care about the life and death of other star regions at all, and will cause unimaginable casualties.

I can only say that those areas are unlucky.

Due to its proximity to the Solar Star Region and Holy Terra, it must not only sacrifice its own development but also supply more resources.

Now that disaster has occurred, they have to use themselves as a barrier to protect the core of the empire.

Ron did the math.

If that cruel extermination order is successfully implemented, it will destroy an area equivalent to dozens of star regions and thousands of planets.

The number of humans who died due to the extermination order may be more than the number of human planets devoured by Leviathan in recent years.

After all, when the Tyranids invade a planet, they have to place thieves inside the planet, waiting for them to slowly infiltrate and mature, and then light up the psychic beacon.

Then they would lock onto the psychic beacon, spend years or even decades sailing over to eat the buffet, and still get beaten.

But the Imperial Extinction Order destroys planets much faster.

He could even imagine what the Empire would do.

First send someone over to collect the eleventh tax in advance and then plunder it.

Afterwards, the naval fleet responsible for guarding the local area received orders to enter low-Earth orbit and launch one whirlwind torpedo after another under the horrified gaze of the humans on the planet's surface.

The local imperial troops will destroy the world they are protecting with their own hands and kill the imperial people who pay tithes to support them.

Perhaps those imperial troops were not willing to do so.

But for the sake of their loyal beliefs, for the Empire, and for the will of the Emperor, they had to become executioners who destroyed the world they protected.

That was an order that could not be refused.

Otherwise, they will be treated as heretics and die in humiliation.

Those imperial troops had no way to resist.

The Empire dealt with internal rebellions extremely quickly and often with excessive force.

What's more, this time the Empire sent powerful guards from the Holy Terra Palace to supervise the execution of the order.

The Custodes are the Emperor's guard.

They are the most powerful super-genetically modified warriors other than the Primarchs, equipped with golden weapons and equipment built under the supervision of the Emperor himself, and enjoying the best resource investment of the Empire.

These are the ceiling of the Empire's combat power and the most powerful troops. They are responsible only to the Emperor and carry out the Emperor's will.

The power is unstoppable!

Not to mention the local guards or the Imperial Navy, even the Space Marines could not refuse the orders of the Custodes.

Otherwise they will just become corpses under the attack of the Imperial Guards!
The Imperial Guards are so powerful.

If the Imperial Guards gather together and are determined to attack any force in the empire one day, no one will be able to stop them.

Even the Savior's territory.

The decapitation tactics alone are enough to kill all the senior officials.

This means that under the supervision of the Imperial Guard, the extermination order will inevitably be carried out, and those human worlds are doomed to perish.

There is almost nothing anyone can do to stop this.

Regardless of whether the Empire had its own reasons or not, this matter was too hellish. Moreover, the threat of Leviathan had been eliminated, and executing the extermination order would be a meaningless sacrifice!

Perhaps the only one who can stop the Imperial Guards now is him, the savior.

Ron sighed: "I hope it's not too late..."

According to the detection radar of the Dream, a planet in a nearby galaxy has been destroyed by a whirlwind torpedo.

If no timely intervention is made, the Extermination Order will cause more pain and despair. Because the communication equipment used by the Imperial Guards is a generation behind that of the Savior's Territory, and coupled with the interference of the Tyranid Shadow, it is not so easy to contact the Imperial Guards remotely.

Fortunately, after the efforts of the Communication Sage, he finally contacted the nearest Imperial Guard and sent him a communication message.

In the name of the Primarch of Hope, Roan told the other party that the Leviathan Hive Mind was dead, the entire Hive Fleet was on the brink of destruction, the threat of Tyranids had been lifted, and the Empire did not need to continue to execute the Extermination Order.

He did not use a commanding tone, but rather was negotiating with the other party.

In theory, no one other than the Emperor, not even the Primarch, could command the Custodes.

After all, the Imperial Guards are the emperor's personal guards and the most powerful force in the palace and even the empire, and their safety is related to the emperor's life.

If other people can command the imperial guards, what's the difference between that and wearing the yellow robe?
The golden throne is for you to sit on.

Moreover, in the absence of any Emperor or Primarch-level figure, the leader of the Adeptus Custodes, the Grand Marshal of the Adeptus Custodes, possesses authority almost equal to that of the Emperor and carries out the Emperor's will.

His power is above that of other high lords.

Moreover, the Adeptus Custodes is also one of the important players in the political game of Terra.

Their spies are almost omnipresent, always monitoring the core departments and high-ranking nobles of the empire to prevent them from doing anything that goes against the will of the emperor.

The trinity of power, strength, and intelligence makes the empire simply invincible.

Unless they have mental or neurological problems, no one would want to provoke these guys, not even the Primarch.

It can be said that as long as the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards is willing, he can come out to lead the entire empire and become the regent of the empire before the return of the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman.

But he didn't do that.

Instead, he followed the ancient restrictive decree and hid in the palace with the imperial guards to guard the emperor's bones.

These otakus either cry and repent every day, or reflect on their own dereliction of duty, which caused such harm to the emperor.

Even if the empire is in turmoil and in dire straits.

The most powerful force in the empire never took any action.

That is to say, recently, the Marshal of the Imperial Guards may have received a message from the Emperor in his dreams, or he may have felt that if things continued like this, the empire would be completely ruined.

Only then were they willing to lift the restrictive decree and allow the imperial guards to move around.

I don't know how those high lords persuaded the Marshal of the Imperial Guard to send out so many Imperial Guards to execute the extermination order.

This has led to the current embarrassing situation.

Just as Ron was waiting nervously, the assistant in charge of communications suddenly looked strange.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, saluted, and reported the current situation:

"Savior...Savior, the Imperial Guard has sent a message. She...rejected your order..."

Ron looked at the assistant:

"Let's release the communication and listen to what that guy said."

The assistant projected the voice of the imperial guard, and a firm, irrefutable female voice appeared: "Your Excellency, I have passed the information to my superiors. Before new orders are issued, the extermination order will be carried out. This is the will of the Emperor and must not be disobeyed."

The atmosphere of this recorded communication fell into a gloomy mood.

The imperial guard did not follow the savior's request and chose to continue to execute the extermination order.

Hearing this, Ron took a deep breath and said, "What trouble!"

The Custodian's reply fit his stereotype of these golden corn spirits, who were absolutely loyal to the Emperor and stubborn.

False Custodes: a role model for Imperial warriors, an excellent guardian and an inspiring symbol.

The real Imperial Guards: their emotional intelligence is almost zero or negative, and they are filled with arrogant narcissists and super-argumentative people who question everything.

The only advantage is that it resolves various contradictions.

The specific form is to turn all conflicts into bloody conflicts, and then kill all opponents in the name of the emperor.

The guard apparently still had some emotional intelligence, was able to communicate, and was willing to pass the news back to Holy Terra.

But with the empire's communication speed and the efficiency of those supreme lords.

Wait until the Supreme Lords finish their meeting, then contact the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards to issue new orders.

It is estimated that the extermination order has been executed long ago.

Even more troublesome is that.

The guard simply ignored the authority of the Primarch of Hope, which meant that it was difficult for him to interfere in this matter with his status as the Primarch of Hope.

If we try to stop them further, it might lead to conflict.

Actually, that's understandable.

Even though Guilliman was the most prestigious Primarch of the Ultramarines of the Empire, when he first returned to the Empire, he had to follow the rules set by the Custodes and go to see the Emperor.

He also tried hard to win over the imperial guards.

It was not until Guilliman became the Regent and completely grasped the supreme power of the Empire that he gained the ability to mobilize the Imperial Guards.

But he was only mobilizing in the name of the empire and the emperor, and the imperial guards could refuse his orders at any time.

Of course, if it is not necessary, the Imperial Guards would not dare to refuse the Regent.

In other words, among the only two Primarchs who have returned to the Empire, only Guilliman’s words can be heard.

Ron began to understand his situation in the Empire.

This Primarch of Hope who appeared out of nowhere was not recognized by the Imperial Guards, so his words were useless!
This would pose a considerable obstacle to his future activities in the empire, or at least leave a slight flaw in its legitimacy.

Moreover, if the powerful force of the Imperial Guards cannot be utilized, it will be a huge loss.

He had long been coveting these guys, hoping to get some equipment, technology or resources from them to arm the Thunder Guards.

It is extremely difficult to achieve this, but it is not completely impossible.

Ron's thoughts raced through the process at a rapid pace.

After that recording was finished, a new problem was discovered.

Ron took a breath.
"The voice of that guard seems to be female. Are there any women in the Imperial Guard? I haven't heard of them before."

At least I didn't get any relevant information before I traveled to this cesspool of Warhammer.

So what tricks did GW, who is in the higher-dimensional world, play?
Don't let the entire Rainbow Astartes or the Primarch come out, that would be a lot of fun.

The familiar world had changed, and for a moment he had a sense of crisis that things were about to get out of his control.

His deep understanding of the world and his precious memory of familiarity with the future direction are one of his greatest advantages.

However, things have now changed in a way that has weakened the information advantage.

Fortunately, there is only one female imperial guard at the moment.

It is not impossible for a special person to appear in the Imperial Guards, not to mention that he cannot assume the other person's gender.

Ron just hoped that GW in the higher-dimensional world would not do too many fancy things, or continue to strengthen the human empire in this world.

After all, the point he traveled through was the end of the timeline, and he didn't know whether more terrifying things would happen in the future.

He didn't know either.

After Ron sorted out these thoughts, he turned his attention to the matter of the Extermination Order.

The situation was worse than expected, but he had to intervene to stop it.

As a savior, I must never abandon those human worlds and allow them to be destroyed by the Extermination Order, even if this will lead to a conflict with the Imperial Guard!
Ron contacted his deputy in command:

"Taco, pull out half of the Redemption Fleet's forces to carry out new missions!"

He ordered the Redemption Fleet to withdraw its troops and follow him to the nearby area to wipe out the Tentacle Fleet. In the process, he would also negotiate with the Imperial Guards to completely ban the execution of the Extermination Order!

If those imperial guards were ignorant, he would have no choice but to be rude.

After Ron gave the order, he entered the armory in the Savior's Sanctuary.

He needs a new outfit.

This time he was wearing an extremely gorgeous and sacred imitation of the emperor's golden armor - the Savior's Holy Armor*Golden Set.

When Ron put on that suit of armor, he looked like the big golden guy No. 2.

This is almost like using a big move against the Imperial Guards at close range. I don't know if it will make them sad or furious.

On the contrary, it will leave a deep impression on them.

Ron walked out of the armory, exuding a sacred aura: "This time I want to see if the Savior's words can really work in the Empire!"

This time he planned to have a profound exchange with the Imperial Guards.

If he can't deal with these golden corn spirits, then he won't have any chance to continue in the empire...

(End of this chapter)