Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 373 White Temple: Is it possible that the savior is our genetic father?
"My Lord, it is an honor for us that you have arrived in Istrade."

Malaquet had no loss.

He had been mentally prepared for the fact that there would be no assistance.

The Saviours were responsible for the defense of the Blood Angels homeworld of Baal against the main force of the Tyranids.

That would be an apocalyptic-level war, which would cost unimaginable resources and casualties. It would be a great fortune to be able to win.

Now this being probably no longer has much power to support this small planet.

What's more, the savior just rescued the planet and prevented it from being destroyed by the extinction order, which was already a great blessing.

He didn't dare ask for more help.

Malakate looked at the list of documents and thought to himself:
"This support should be guns, ammunition or logistical supplies. It would be even better if there were heavy armored tanks or artillery..."

Some important defense lines require more large armed vehicles to garrison.

As for support such as orbital weapon batteries and naval fleets, he didn't even dare to think about it. The Savior couldn't have any extra fleets to deploy here.

The planet has now avoided the fate of extinction, but the threat from the Tyranids has not been lifted and the situation remains difficult.

There is no way, the defense here is too weak.

But he and his battle brothers are prepared to follow the ancient oath and fight to the bitter end in this protected land until the last drop of blood is shed.

That's the best ending.

But when Malakate saw the words on the document, his eyes widened.

The whole person was stunned.

???

He was in disbelief.

These familiar words seem so strange.

He rubbed his eyes again, and after confirming that he had not read the words wrongly, he asked tremblingly: "Savior... Savior, are you sure this is support for Istrade? Is it a mistake?"

The amount of support given in that document is a bit unreasonable.

Perhaps, the Savior got the document wrong.

The company commander thought so.

"Ok?"

After hearing Malakite's question, Ron became a little unconfident and lowered his head to check the document.

We were indeed a bit rushed this time, so some mistakes may have occurred.

After checking it, he did find some unreasonable places. Considering the current situation and needs, it was a bit too little.

Ron looked up at the White Templar Captain, full of apology:
"I'm sorry, there is indeed an error in this document. I will contact the person in charge immediately to correct it..."

"Sure enough, the document was wrong."

Malakate confirmed his previous guess and felt deeply disappointed: "If that is really support for this planet, how great would that be?"

But no matter how you look at it, that support was too extravagant.

In front of the company commander, Ron immediately contacted the head of the logistics department:
“Hey, yes, Istrade’s support needs to be re-adjusted, I need to end the war here as quickly as possible.

You guys should work harder and mobilize as many resources as possible. That's right, this place will become a model."

Although Malakite did not understand what the savior meant by "typical", his heart was still full of gratitude.

Although the situation was difficult, this being worked hard to mobilize the few resources available to try to save the planet from destruction.

After a while, Ron received new documents.

After carefully reading it, he projected the document in front of the company commander again:

"I guarantee that there is nothing wrong with it this time. Please take a look. If you need anything specific, please let me know as soon as possible. I can continue to add..."

After Malaquet read the document, he was completely numb and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Emperor, this, this, this... why is it doubled?"

Everything that was happening before his eyes was a little beyond his understanding.

After reconfirmation.

He finally accepted the fact that it was indeed the support promised by the savior, and it was so generous that it was unimaginable!
"Perhaps, you don't need to invest so much manpower in Istrade. There are more areas that need support..."

Malaquet hesitated and spoke carefully.

no way.

The support provided by the Savior is really too much!
There are dozens of large warships alone, including many battleships, and they are also accompanied by more battle groups.

It is equivalent to the collection of more than ten star zone naval fleets.

It doesn't seem necessary to send these forces to defend against a small tentacle of Tyranids, right?
That can't be called resistance.

These fleets can keep that Tyranid alien army ground to the ground!

Not only that.

The Savior also arranged several large defense platforms in the planet's orbit, and deployed many super-heavy armored vehicles and heavy artillery on the planet's surface to build a large defense fortress.

These defense platforms, heavy artillery, and super-heavy armored vehicles are not temporarily deployed but are permanent gifts.

After the war is over.

The Savior's forces will withdraw, leaving these things on the planet.

After the war, the defense strength of Istrada, a planet guarded by the Third Company of the White Templars, not only did not suffer any loss, but increased significantly.

It’s almost as big as the home planet of the White Temple!
What is this thing called?

What made Malaquet even more dizzy was that the Savior also provided additional equipment for the Space Marines in their company.

In addition to the standard armor sets including the Terminator armor that everyone has, there are also many explosive bombs, power, heavy weapons, and several master-level equipment.

It even provided more than ten Centurion armors!
These precious armors, weapons, and vehicles will make the Third Company the most powerful company in the White Templars!
Ron waved his hand gently, indicating that the other party did not need to refuse: "It's okay, it's just a little higher than the support standard, and there is also enough support in other places."

"Savior, you are really..."

Malakate's eyes were full of gratitude.

He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start, so he led the soldiers to kneel on one knee and pay their respects.

At this time, there is nothing else to say except loyalty.

The captain thought of another crucial matter and pondered in his heart: "Perhaps, the White Temple needs to study the genes of the Savior..."

The White Temple is worried about the source of its genes and is in an extremely embarrassing situation.

The White Templars have always been considered a successor group of the Imperial Fists, with Rogal Dorn being their genetic father. They have extremely loyal and pure genes.

A few years ago, however, Interior Department officials discovered new genetic information that called that claim into question.

This is a very serious accusation.

This made the White Templar Space Marines very angry.

After all, thousands of years later, someone suddenly jumps out and tells you that you may have recognized the wrong father and that you have been worshipping the wrong person during rituals for so many years.

Who can bear this?
More troubling is the question of loyalty.

The Empire is more wary of Space Marines and attaches great importance to their genetic loyalty.

With their genetic origin unknown, the White Templars were in an awkward position, as they could not be considered loyal.

Assuming their genes came from a traitorous Primarch, it would put the entire Chapter in danger and more likely to be purged.

Because no one can guarantee whether they will go to the real genetic father.

The warriors of the White Temple were angry, but they could do nothing.

They cannot prove themselves.

After years of evolution, their gene-seed has become very different from that of the Imperial Fists.

The intersection of these situations caused a very serious identity crisis within the White Cathedral.

They don't know where they come from or whether they are loyal.

If this crucial issue cannot be resolved, the entire chapter will be at risk of collapse.

Therefore, the White Templar regarded this matter as the most important task of the chapter, and they launched an expedition to seek the truth, to find their true genetic origins.

Most of the White Templars took part in this crusade.

Only a few companies remained to guard their homeworld and the planet they swore to protect. The Third Company led by Malaquet was one of them.

The captain felt that the Primarch of Hope might also be his genetic father.

It is not unreasonable for him to consider this issue.

During the past ten thousand years, there have been too many disputes within the empire.

The betrayal of the Primarch, the restrictions of the Codex Astartes, the Atonement Crusade, etc., resulted in much historical material and genetic data being deliberately destroyed or lost.

The truth of history can often only be guessed from the few remaining words, and more Space Marine chapters do not even know how many Primarchs the Imperium has, or what their situation is.

When those who knew history disappeared or died one after another, coupled with the empire's crude archiving method and the erosion of chaos.

Many truths have been buried in darkness.

This is also one of the reasons why the White Temple cannot find the truth.

The Empire's existing loyalty gene data has a very low compatibility with the genes of the White Templar.

The accusers even hinted that the genetic origins of these Space Marines might be related to the rebel Primarch.

This was one of the reasons why the Imperial Guards were so strict and vigilant towards them. If it weren't for the Imperial Guard Tilis's relatively calm temper and sufficient patience, another Imperial Guard would have attacked them long ago.

The warriors of the White Templars never believed that their gene-father would be a traitorous Primarch, and did not believe that there was any disloyalty in their genes.

Loyalty must be in their genes.

The appearance of the Primarch of Hope gave Malaquet a glimmer of hope, as it meant that the genes of another loyal Primarch had appeared.

Perhaps the genes of the White Temple are related to this existence.

He hoped this was true.

In this way, the White Templar had a living Primarch to protect it and avoided the crisis of destruction.

There is room for further development.

For this Primarch of Hope was extremely wealthy.

Malakate was full of hope. The more he looked at the savior, the closer he felt to him. He even had the illusion that they were related by blood.

The White Temple has been waiting and expecting the truth about the origin of genes for too long!
"Gene..."

His eyes were slightly wet and he almost cried out on the spot, causing a huge scene of laughter.

"what happened?"

Seeing that this guy hesitated to speak, Ron asked.

"Nothing. I am a little excited about your support. With your help, this planet will surely survive the threat of the Tyranids."

Malakate glanced at the crowd and shook his head slightly. This was not an appropriate occasion to make such a presumptuous request.

After all, posthumously recognizing the father of a gene is a serious matter.

He planned to hold a ceremony after the war was over, and pray with the soldiers to the savior for testable gene seeds.

Ron raised his hand and patted the captain on the shoulder, saying gently: "Don't worry, this planet still has soldiers, and they can all survive this war!"

The savior's kind words almost brought Malaquet to tears. He was filled with reverence:

"Your light shines upon us, the warriors of the White Temple, and we will follow your will!"

Ron nodded slightly.

He always felt that the company commander's attitude changed very quickly and was a little too enthusiastic, even though he was his own genetic son.

"Did I give too much?" he thought to himself.

hiss~
Just as Ron was about to say something, Tyrone's roar suddenly appeared, and several dark shadows attacked.

bang bang bang-

Those Tyranid aliens just howled before they were dealt with by the Imperial Guards and Thunder Guards.

But it’s not over yet.

He felt the movement of the Tyranid shadow on the psychic level.

yah~
Ron's body was wrapped in arcs of psychic energy, floating in the air, and then he used a long-range detection eyepiece.

He discovered that among the mountains dozens of kilometers away, there were strong signs of alien life, with many dark creatures gathering and moving.

no doubt.

Those are the Tyranid vanguard creatures that invaded this planet.

They seized enough biomass on the planet's surface, developed more alien swarms, and were ready to attack at any time.

"Lord Savior."

Malakate also received the alarm from the reconnaissance team and immediately reported: "Those aliens are likely to launch an attack. Within a day at the latest, the alien minions will arrive here!"

The White Templars have been on the lookout for aliens in the area, and if they hadn't been short of vehicles and manpower, they would have launched an attack long ago.

"This is troublesome..."

Ron frowned slightly:

"It will take two days for the logistics transport fleet to deliver the support materials here, and it may not be in time to clear the area of ​​​​Tyranid aliens."

Malakate glanced at the Imperial Guards, the escort team, and the more than two hundred Thunder Guards around him, and felt a little relieved.

The warriors of the White Templar, combined with these powerful forces, should be able to hold this area.

However, the voice of the savior came again:
"Fortunately, I brought a small number of guards with me, and they can be deployed to the surface of the planet immediately..."

Malakate thought the Savior was talking about the Thunder Guards, so he replied, "We will cooperate with your guards to hold this area!"

"We don't need to defend..."

Ron shook his head slightly: "It's just right that we take the initiative to attack and destroy the aliens before they gather together!"

He is a rather cautious person.

Wherever they go, they will carry a guard force capable of handling wars, and they are the elite among the elite.

The Thunder Guard is just one of them, and belongs to the category of personal guards and honor guards.

That guard force usually does not participate in any wars and will only be dispatched when the savior is in danger.

Now that the Tyranids are about to attack this area, it will come in handy.

Ron sent another document to the company commander: "This is the information of the guard troops and the contact information of the commander. You can communicate with each other and see how to cooperate in the battle."

There is no need for you to participate in this kind of small-scale war scene.

"Yes, Lord Savior!"

Malakite received the order. He looked at the shocking troop data listed in the document and fell into confusion again.

"Savior, are you carrying these troops around? If this guard unit participates in the war, it seems that they don't have to wait for support, right?"

No matter how you look at it, this is not a loss. Even if the number of aliens on the planet doubles, it won’t be a loss!

The captain of the White Temple has been thinking about where to build a memorial square after the victory of the war. A magnificent statue must be erected for the Savior.

He began to hope that the savior was the genetic father of the White Temple...
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airspace.

A large golden-painted strike cruiser arrived outside of Istrada's atmosphere, approaching with great force, the emblem of the Custodians emblazoned on its hull.

On the bridge.

The tall, golden-armored figures were equipped with power weapons.

That was the tribune of the Praetorian Guard, Lysias. He had a serious face and a hint of anger.

It is a rare thing to make the high-ranking commander of the Imperial Guards under the Imperial Guards Marshal angry.

Lysias was so angry because the authority of the Royal Guards was challenged.

A certain being ignored his loyalty to the Emperor and attacked the Emperor's voice. That was extremely serious disloyalty!

What’s even more infuriating is that that person even asked the imperial guards to come and give him an explanation!
How arrogant is this?
If the Imperial Guards do not respond to this, they will lose all their dignity and will no longer inspire people's respect.

That is an even more terrible consequence.

If everyone did this, they would dare to attack a guard without being punished.

Then how can they maintain the dignity of the emperor and protect the emperor's safety?

Lysias sent a communication to all the Custodians on the ship: "We should warn the Primarch of Hope and deter him."

He wanted to question whether the Primarch of Hope was still loyal to the Emperor, and whether he had let the Emperor down like those rebellious Primarchs and their children!
In addition to questioning.

The Tribune of the Custodes has decided to lead the Custodes to confront the Primarch of Hope.

Any presence of the Imperial Guards who dare to attack must be repaid with blood, and those Primarch of Hope's personal guards who dare to attack the Imperial Guards must pay with their lives!

If the Primarch really has the potential to rebel, and regards his own interests as higher than loyalty to the Emperor, he wants to stop everything and even take action against the Imperial Guards.

This incident can also allow the empire to see his true face.

Even if this process will cause the loss of life of some imperial guards, it is worth it!

Until then.

The Custodians will formally announce the Primarch's treason to the Imperium, and all Custodians will be mobilized to hunt him down.

This may cause serious damage to the empire, but the lurking darkness is more terrible than the short-term pain.

They must promptly eliminate the Primarch who harbors rebellious intentions, lest he gain more power and cause a disaster like Horus to happen again!

Soon, hundreds of imperial guards gathered.

The flag-bearing consul held high the eagle flag representing the Emperor and the Empire;

The huge body of the Galactus-type dreadnought mecha is enough to crush any living creature when it steps over;

Behind the Dreadnoughts are the "Alalius" Guards, these warriors are larger and stronger than the Terminators.

After that, it was the Custodian Guards, led by the veteran Custodian Wardens.

Such a well-equipped imperial guard force can break through the defense lines of almost any empire's troops and reach the enemy leader!

After the imperial guards gathered, they quickly entered the golden "Ares" gunboat and flew towards the ground.

……

Istrade, the ship landing area.

Whoosh whoosh—

Several "Ares" gunboats were speeding towards the location of the Savior...

(End of this chapter)