Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 376: San Tong: It’s terrible, does anyone still remember us? !
Istrade, the ship landing area.

dong dong dong-

The Redemption Titans assembled amidst the roar, and the soldiers of the guard force boarded the landing ships one after another and evacuated from the planet in an orderly manner.

Ron walked out of the temporary Savior Sanctuary surrounded by the crowd.

Today, the Imperial Shield Project has been abolished, the planets in the area involved have avoided the fate of extinction, and the Tyranids on the planet have also been wiped out.

It was time for him to return to Baal and take part in the next steps.

Of course, nearly a thousand planets and hundreds of civilized worlds in the protection zone are under the protection of the Savior, and the Redemption Fleet will stay and continue to eliminate the remaining Leviathan tentacles.

There will also be people specifically responsible for handling the affairs of those planets, making them more closely connected with the Savior's territory.

When the conditions are ripe, all planets that accept the Savior's protection will be incorporated into the Savior's territory.

Since the empire doesn't want these places anymore, it might as well hand them over to him as the savior. He has a basis of public opinion and can be better managed.

This time, apart from dealing with the Imperial Guards and gaining dispatch authority and power, the biggest gain was these planets.

That means a lot of land, minerals, biological resources, and more importantly, population and beliefs.

Now he is so short of population that his eyes are red with envy. For the next stage of development of the Savior's territory, he will have to invest more people into various fields.

Especially the logistics system.

Once the Webway's Galaxy Business Center project is operational, the routes will cover wider areas of the Galaxy, and no amount of people will be enough.

After all, there are millions of civilized worlds and even more planets in the Milky Way, and many of these civilized worlds are in the midst of war and require weapons and corresponding supplies.

The market and demand are endless. What the Savior Territory needs to do is to provide them with corresponding weapons and supplies, and then absorb the local abundant resources.

In this way, more value can be created and the empire's territory, which has been stagnant due to the interruption of shipping routes, can be revitalized.

Re-flow of resources.

According to statistics from the logistics department, after the first batch of routes are opened, more than half of the territory's population, hundreds of billions of people, will have to participate and travel between the Cyberway and the Milky Way.

The ships sailing in the waterway alone are enough to build a huge economy.

Given the pressure on management.

The logistics department decided to involve other institutions and private business alliances.

They plan to outsource the supply of facilities, cleaning and maintenance, food and health care inside the transport ships to further boost the economy.

For example, a small commercial area can be set up inside the transport ship, and some small privately contracted shops can be set up to improve the lives of the logistics crew.

These logistics crew members spend most of their lives on board ships, and an overly boring life may have an impact on their mental health, leading to corruption.

In this case, a simple prayer area in the church cannot solve all the problems.

The existence of commercial areas allows them to spend some leisure time after work, enriching their lives and relaxing their bodies and minds.

This can also benefit more people.

Of course, those commercial areas must be subject to strict scrutiny to avoid problems.

In addition to the logistics system, a special escort security system must be established, and the engineering, trading and commercial departments must also be expanded.

All of these require more population.

In short, there are now a lot of job vacancies in the Savior Territory, and the remuneration is very good, which is among the top levels among similar jobs in the Empire.

It is equivalent to a paradise life in the eyes of those suffering world.

If the civilians of the Empire's suffering world came to the Savior's territory, they would feel at a loss, as if this place and the Empire were not in the same galaxy.

Ron walked forward, his thoughts racing through his mind.

The affairs of the territory are complicated, more places need to be developed, and every move involves tens of billions of people, which is not to say it is not difficult.

Fortunately, the territory has a complete education system that has cultivated many talents, and there are people to share all of this.

Most of the time, he just needs to be a mascot and only come out to take charge of the overall situation at critical moments.

Now, it's time for him to be the mascot again.

The battle in Bal has ended and is in the process of intensive recovery and reconstruction. I have to rush back to participate in the victory celebration.

Announce this inspiring victory to the entire empire.

At the same time, the entire victory celebration will be recorded and broadcast live, and the relevant visual information will be projected to all civilized worlds within the reach of the Savior's territory.

So that more people can witness this historical moment with their own eyes.

The celebration is scheduled to last for nearly several months and will become another important moment in the empire's long history, leaving a deep mark in the collective memory of mankind.

In fact, the Blood Angels did not intend to make this victory celebration so big at first.

According to their plan, they would just build a memorial square on Baal, erect some tall statues, and then hold a ceremony in the square.

Naturally, there will be believers who will volunteer to stay and guard those sacred statues for generations.

But because the ceremony involved the great savior, the Royal Court's celebration and etiquette department intervened.

After evaluation, the celebration etiquette department believes that the Blood Angels' current celebration plan is not enough to showcase the Savior's achievements, nor can it achieve the expected publicity purpose.

So they overturned the Blood Angels' celebration plans and came up with a new one.

In the new plan, the scale of the victory celebration will be expanded to the entire Baal galaxy. Many activities will be held from top to bottom, and more imperial nobles will be invited to project images to all the accessible imperial territories.

Let more people share this joy.

Not only that.

The celebration also involves a commercial aspect, and related souvenirs will be produced, including small statues of the heroes, canned insect meat with special prints, books, memoirs, etc.

Let the impact of this celebration be even more far-reaching.

These things can generate more income, and all the income will be donated to the casualties of the war.

Improve the lives of those warriors and their families.

For the Savior's internal affairs department, the investment in this ceremony is unlimited.

After all, the war in the Baal galaxy had just ended not long ago, and there were scars and bloodstains everywhere. It was not very suitable for the ceremony, nor did it match the tone of the ceremony.

Human beings have suffered enough, what they need now is joy and hope.

To coincide with the ceremony.

The Savior Territory has invested a huge amount of resources to carry out a comprehensive reconstruction and transformation of the entire Baal galaxy. It will appear before the Empire with a brand new look.

It will convey an idea that even after experiencing a brutal war, mankind still has hope of recovery, development and prosperity under the leadership of the savior.

This will bring unimaginable benefits to the people of Baal.

According to Ron's concept in his previous life, the entire Bal galaxy has become an Olympic Village, and it will only be built but not occupied, and better living areas will be created for them.

Of course, those unique scenic spots and brutal terrain will remain.

Some special tribes may also choose to continue living in their previous way and participate in the trials of the Blood Angels.

But in any case, their living conditions will improve and they will be able to participate in the selection with better physical condition.

During the reconstruction of Baal, the entire Savior Territory also began to warm up for the celebration, and all the people will participate in this historically significant celebration.

Now the preparations for the celebration have entered the middle and late stages, and some imperial nobles who are able to arrive have also arrived. As the protagonist, he must rush back to Baal in advance.

Otherwise, with such a huge mess, the savior himself would not be able to attend at the critical moment due to an accident.

That would be embarrassing.

When the Savior arrived at the landing zone, White Templar Captain Malakite was reluctant to leave.

He looked anxiously, "Are you going to leave here?"

"Yes."

Ron nodded and replied, "I will return to Barr, where a grand celebration is waiting for me..."

He looked at the company commander and everyone else and found that many of them looked worried, probably because they were worried about the Tyranid alien tentacles.

The Tyranid alien tentacles have not yet been eliminated, and the planet may become unsafe again after these people leave.

"Don't worry. I received the latest battle report. The Redemption Fleet is fighting the Tyranid tentacles in this area. They will not threaten this place anymore..."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, fluctuations began to appear in the airspace outside the atmosphere.

Whoosh whoosh—

Warship after warship emerged from the subspace channel and occupied a large area of ​​airspace. The shadow cast by the Savior fleet completely obscured the surface of the planet below.

On the ground, everyone noticed that the sky suddenly darkened. When they looked up, they could only see the fleet stretching out beyond the atmosphere.

What was even more shocking was that, through the gaps between the ships, they saw a huge Tyranid alien mothership wriggling faintly in the middle of the fleet, being towed by many warships.

That was the spoils of the Redemption Fleet.

This scene made everyone stunned. They were shocked by the Savior's military power. His army actually solved the Tyranid alien tentacles so quickly!
Then, the hymn of the Savior resounded in the atmosphere.

The Redemption Fleet used hymn projectors to express respectful greetings to the Savior.

At the same time, the people of Istrad were informed that under the shining light of the Savior, the Tyranid aliens had been destroyed, and they no longer had to worry about the coming of war.

Furthermore, the Savior's armed forces will continue to protect the planet.

Ron looked at the Captain of the White Templar and the Planetary Governor and smiled gently: "Now, you should all be relieved. The threat from Tyranids has been lifted. Perhaps you should focus more on the construction of the planet."

"Then these support materials..."

The planetary governor looked at the weapons and equipment that the Savior's logistics transport fleet had just delivered and was still unloading, and swallowed his saliva:
"You should transport them to where they are more needed."

This batch of weapons and equipment is of incredible value. Now that the threat of war has been lifted, he dare not just keep all the support supplies provided by the Savior.

The governor of the planet prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the savior would not take away everything, but at least leave a little behind.

Ron shook his head disapprovingly: "Now that these supplies have been delivered, there is no reason to send them back. Just make good use of them."

"Savior, Istrada can never repay your kindness!"

The planetary governor could hardly suppress the upward curve of his lips, but tears were streaming down his face, and he looked very moved.

This must be touching!
Ron nodded and ignored the matter.

He also didn't want to transport these things back. The logistics transport fleet's capacity was quite tight. Just transporting them here and there would delay the arranged transportation plan.

This may result in greater losses.

What's more, Istrada will be incorporated into the Savior's territory soon, and these things will just be transferred from one hand to the other.

"Savior..."

Malakate hesitated, and finally made the presumptuous request: "Can you give the White Templar a gene seed of your own? We are in great need of it."

The captain did not dare to directly say that he wanted this gene seed in order to study the gene map, so as to posthumously recognize the Savior as the Gene Father of the White Temple. He hoped that after getting definite results, the White Temple would formally ask the Savior to return to the embrace of the Gene Father.

"One is probably too few. I'll give you twenty."

Ron didn't think much of it.

Even if the Ultramarines returned, many chapters would not be able to obtain the supply of Ultramarines gene-seed due to reasons such as closeness and loyalty.

They were still in a state of gene-seed shortage, even paying for it with blood and lives.

He waved his hand and added more quantities, ordering the biological sage to take out the best gene seeds from the gene bank of the Dream.

This batch of gene seeds was cultivated directly using the genes of the Savior, rather than being taken from the bodies of warriors. It is purer and has noble adaptability.

It can perfectly integrate the genes of other regiments and catalyze stronger characteristics.

In Ron's opinion, it was a good thing that the White Templar wanted gene-seeds, and he also hoped that all chapters would use their own gene-seeds.

Anyway, the cubs that come out will be your own when the time comes.

This gave him a good idea. After a new batch of gene seeds were cultivated, perhaps he could provide some for free to those war groups that were short of gene seeds.

"When you are done here, remember to come to Bal to participate in the victory ceremony."

Not long after, Ron personally handed the gene seed to the captain of the White Templar and invited him to participate in the victory celebration.

No matter what, the White Templar also participated in this war.

hum~
The golden teleportation portal rose up, and the Savior led the Imperial Guards towards the entrance under the gaze of everyone.

These guardsmen will also participate in the celebrations on behalf of the Emperor, which can further enhance the sacredness of the celebrations.

"Savior, the White Cathedral will arrive in Bal on time..."

Malakate watched the savior's back disappear in the golden light. He hugged the gene seed contained in the alloy freezing device even tighter. For a moment, he had the illusion of being connected by blood.

If the genetic profile of the White Templars matched that of the Saviour's gene-seed, he would report it immediately to the Chapter Master and then rush to Baal.

The White Temple will officially return to the embrace of the Primarch of Hope under the sacred occasion of the victory celebration and the gaze of many eyes of the Empire! ——
Bal airspace.

whoosh-

The Dream leaped out of the warp and stopped steadily outside the atmosphere of Baal. More ships were shuttling back and forth around it.

At some unknown time, a larger transportation platform was built within the orbit of Baal, and thousands of transport ships were continuously transporting supplies to the surface of Baal.

Bridge observation dome.

“It’s truly a miracle of construction…”

Marshal of the Imperial Guards Lysias looked at all this and sighed.

This was a complete and thorough transformation of the entire planet, and it was done at an astonishing speed, more thorough than any previous transformation of the Empire.

It is not a simple mechanization, but a transformation of Baal into a more perfect paradise world, which not only has good defense measures but also takes the environment into consideration.

It is equivalent to reshaping the ecology of the entire planet.

The engineering intensity, transportation capacity and resource investment involved are unimaginable.

"This is the power that humans can unleash when they are united under a good system. If humans continue to prosper, they may be able to transform the entire galaxy..."

Ron said softly.

He looked towards Bal, which was undergoing a vigorous reconstruction project, and saw more green amid the black and yellow surface.

This has never happened before.

Follow the plan.

After the reconstruction is completed, Baal will no longer be a barren desert planet, but a green planet with forests, rivers, mountains and other terrains.

This level of construction is extremely difficult, but fortunately the territory's engineering department has relevant experience, and the scale and intensity of the transformation on Ers is much higher than that of Bal.

In fact, the resources invested in this reconstruction project were not as much as imagined.

Before the Battle of Baal began, the territory's engineering teams emptied the soil, vegetation, organisms, water resources, etc. of many planets, which can now be used in the reconstruction project.

The main inputs to the Savior's territory are machinery and human resources, including hundreds of millions of workers and even more machinery and equipment.

The most expensive of these are the more than one hundred engineering Titans.

In order to catch up with the progress.

These engineering titans are working day and night to destroy the earth, and the loss value of these magical machines alone is quite staggering.

Not only that, but the Baal War ended a little too quickly.

Nearly 100,000 Space Marines and hundreds of millions of Astra Militarum troops had no other arrangements and all participated in the engineering work. In short, all of them had to go and lay the plaster!

Ron watched all this with great satisfaction.

This scene is full of vitality, everything is flourishing, and the scene of human prosperity is still before our eyes...

……

Under the Baal, cave.

The area was in a state of slight shaking, with debris falling from time to time and a foul smell in the air.

You can still vaguely see some Tyranid bone fragments remaining on the ground.

In the center of the cave, a mechanical lamp provided weak illumination.

A group of ragged Space Marines gathered together, with a helmet placed on the central fire, in which were boiled leather of unknown origin and insect bones without any trace of flesh.

From the markings on their armor, it can be seen that they are Space Marines from the People's Sons Chapter.

"Make way, I'm going to add the seasoning!"

San Tong squeezed to the side of the fire listlessly and took out a small bag of precious spices produced in Ferros from under the stone.

He concentrated, carefully sprinkled the precious seasoning on the soup, stirred it a few times, and then secretly calculated the time.

About three minutes later is the best time for the spices to evaporate, and the soup is then the most delicious!
The warriors of the Son of Man never give up the pursuit of food, even in difficult times.

Wait until the time comes.

Everyone's eyes lit up and they immediately took the helmets out of the fire and divided the soup among themselves. Each person also received a piece of insect bone.

San Tong and the warriors wolfed down the leather, and tried hard to suck out the last bit of marrow from the Tyranid bones, chewed it up and swallowed it with the soup, and patted their plastrons with satisfaction.

“Comfortable and delicious!”

The human captain looked like he was enjoying a delicious meal.

"Captain, who owns these stinking leathers? Even the spices can't suppress the smell..."

The face of a human warrior turned a little green. It was obvious that what they had just eaten was not delicious, but an unknown liquid that was sour, nauseating, and mixed with the stench of insects.

Even the stomachs of Space Marines couldn't bear it, so you can imagine how bad the food was.

"Shut up, are you doubting my cooking skills?"

Santong's face immediately darkened. It was impossible to process the ingredients under such conditions, especially after hearing what that kid said.

I also felt a little nauseous.

The Chapter Master once again began to silently imagine that what he had just eaten was delicious broth, and tried to make the experience as good as possible.

After all, in this situation, being able to have something to eat and to survive is a blessing.

The People's Sons have been struggling to survive in the wilds of Baal for several months.

After receiving the support order, the Human Regiment immediately rushed to Baal, but at this time the Tyranid attack had already begun.

Unfortunately, their broken ship was attacked by the biological ship and they had no power to resist at all.

In order to avoid the fate of being wiped out.

The warriors of the Sons of Man used landing craft to escape en masse from the Chapter's most valuable assets - centuries-old, barely maintained battle barges.

After the landing ship crashed into a wilderness, they discovered even more desperately that there was no trace of human existence within the detectable range.

What the Sons of Man didn't know was that the place where they fell was quite remote, hundreds of kilometers away from the fortress line built by the Savior.

And due to the interference of the shadow of Tyranids, no one knew that these unfortunate people had arrived in Baal.

Afterwards, Santong and others were surrounded by an endless swarm of insects.

If they had not used an ancient mechanical relic to shield their own biological information and hide underground, they would have turned into insect feces long ago.

During the days that Santong and his companions had been hiding in the cave, they had tried to break out and seek support, but they were soon surrounded by the Tyranid aliens and were unable to get out.

To avoid more casualties.

They had no choice but to hide here and continue waiting for rescue.

San Tong looked at a wounded one-eyed warrior and said, "Tori, how long has it been since we sent the support signal?"

The one-eyed warrior thought for a moment and replied:
"Report to the group leader, forty days and twenty hours have passed."

The reason why this veteran reconnaissance soldier remembered it so clearly was because he was the one who sent the distress signal and was seriously injured as a result.

San Tong sighed:

"We may have been forgotten. If there is no rescue in three days, we will rush out and fight those damn aliens to the death!"

Now the Human Son Corps is running out of ammunition and food.

They didn't want to starve to death here, so they had to kill a few more aliens while they still had the strength to fight.

This way, when his soul returns to the throne, it won't be so shameful.

thump~
There was another slight roar and gravel fell.

The Terran warriors became quiet, not even daring to speak loudly for fear of attracting the Tyranid bugs.

Today, roars and vibrations can still be heard from the distant surface from time to time, indicating that the war is fierce. The roar of the Titans continues, and the human army is still fighting with the Tyranid aliens!

"Emperor, I hope that we humans will not perish just like this..."

San Tong fell silent, his face full of worry.

This apocalyptic war is still going on, and perhaps the rescue they are waiting for will never arrive, so they must go out and fight to the death.

Dozens of kilometers away from the cave, an engineering Titan was working hard to drill holes and rubble, causing the ground to shake violently.

Not far away, the workers took a break.

They were enjoying a delicious lunch on the construction site, which included wheat soup, coarse bread, a few slices of vegetables and starchy meat steaks...

(End of this chapter)