Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 377 Three Barrels: No, is this still Barr? !
three days later.

Under the Baal, cave.

As the vibrations on the ground in the distance gradually weakened, the rubble in the cracks stopped sliding down, and a sense of tranquility returned to the surroundings.

yah~
The mechanical lights began to flicker and the light became much dimmer.

That means the last bit of energy in the cave will be exhausted, and this refuge will fall into darkness.

San Tong glanced at the mechanical light but didn't pay too much attention to it. Even without a light source, these genetically modified warriors could see objects clearly in the dark.

It's just not that comfortable.

What's more, the warriors of the Son of Man will leave here to face the Tyranid aliens and welcome the final battle.

The fire was reignited.

Due to the lack of energy intake for a long time, the humans' stomachs had been growling with hunger, and they looked at the chapter leader with expectant eyes.

Because he still had the last bit of meat.

"By the Emperor, it's time for us to enjoy a delicious meal!"

Under the hungry gazes of the soldiers, Sandong carefully took out several large cans of ant cow food from the pile of rocks next to him.

When the canned ant cow food was found in the ship's warehouse, it had already expired for a long time.

Given the Empire's poor industrial processes, these cans, which could not be determined to be completely inactivated, had a high probability of becoming hazardous goods and might not be able to contain their contents.

But he couldn't bear to throw it away.

People always cherish food, but of course they also have the idea of ​​throwing it away as a weapon in times of crisis.

When dealing with bugs, these things are just as powerful as frag grenades, and are even more effective against flesh and blood.

Because there is a high possibility that there are living anthelmintic larvae in the canned anthelmintic food that has not been inactivated.

They are called "boring maggots" and are shockingly ferocious predators.

Driven by their insatiable hunger, ant-bull larvae will eat almost anything, whether it is energy radiation or the flesh and blood of other creatures.

The adult ant bulls, which have huge claws in their mouths and look like four-legged upright giant ants, are more than four meters in size, almost as tall as the Dreadnought mecha.

The landing craft can be penetrated by the strength of the body alone.

What's even more terrifying is that they eat everything, even plasma from plasma bombs, and have strong reproductive abilities. They have spread to dozens of worlds.

If it weren't for the fact that the ant bulls lack intelligence and don't like to live in groups, they would be much more terrifying than the Tyranids.

They will not become human food but domesticated insects.

San Tong did not dare to open the cans of ant bull food directly, but threw them into the fire to roast them in order to kill any ant bull larvae that might be present.

It takes several hours of burning to render the larvae inert.

Of course, according to the ant cow consumption manual provided by the Empire, if you want to completely kill it, you will need to cook it continuously for about four days before it reaches the standard for safe consumption.

But the Space Marines' stomachs are stronger and can fully accept unkilled ant meat. Even if they cannot digest it, they can excrete it from the body in time.

There will be no parasitism.

An hour later.

The human warriors still endured the hunger and gathered around the fire, waiting for the time to eat.

Suddenly, the one-eyed warrior noticed something strange: "This is not good, the can seems to be moving?"

"Yes, it did move. It wasn't just that can, all the cans were the same. Everyone, be careful..."

San Tong nodded and drew out his monomolecular battle blade in a serious tone: "Don't let these delicacies get away!"

The human warriors swallowed, stood up, drew their swords and prepared for battle.

They hadn't eaten meat for many days and were already starving. Not to mention the ant bull larvae, even if an ant bull came, they would have to eat it!

The cans in the fire began to shake visibly, and in the teeth-grinding friction, many maggots with horrible mouthparts suddenly pierced the cans.

The food of the Son of Man is roaring!

However, the hungry ant bull larvae just screamed once and then froze.

They sensed a more terrible hunger.

click -

The mechanical lights went out, making the light in the cave dim.

"Eat them now!"

Before the light went out, the sons of men had already roared and pounced on the ant-beef worms like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

The battle between food and food began, but the warriors of the Son of Man clearly had an absolute advantage.

San Tong's single-molecule battle blade forked an ant bull larva and stuffed it into his mouth. Its tail was still struggling violently, but it was no use and it was eaten crispy.

It didn't take long.

Having tasted the delicious fresh meat, the warriors lay comfortably on the rock wall to digest the food.

After recovering some strength, the soldiers stood up silently and packed up their equipment.

Then, led by Santong, they crawled toward the ground along the narrow passage.

"Oh, I'm still so hungry..."

A soldier was in a bad mood and complained casually. For the human soldiers, hunger was more unacceptable than death.

San Tong didn't laugh and scold these guys for being gluttons like he did before. He himself was also very hungry and his stomach felt like it was on fire.

If he could, he would eat an ant bull whole.

The chapter master climbed forward in silence, unusually depressed. Perhaps the warriors of the Son of Man would die of hunger.

Because they have to go to the surface to fight the Tyranid aliens.

He decided to eat some more Tyranid bug meat before he died, so that he could at least have a full stomach before returning to the throne.

Suddenly, Santong thought of a new problem.

I wonder if there will be anything to eat after the soul returns to the Golden Throne?
……

Baal Ground, Tower Gardens area.

This large garden was officially completed yesterday. It contains many trees, green plants, streams and wild animals.

It is equivalent to a complete natural ecosystem.

This is an extremely rare thing for the desert planet of Baal, which lacks water resources. Even Holy Terra does not have such a luxury.

The high tower area in the distance is still under construction, and large equipment is building the tower base. Subsequent important mechanical parts will be transported from the Savior's territory for assembly.

Once completed, this expensive and sacred tower will be lit up and surrounded by large gardens and religious buildings, emitting a golden sacred light.

It became the new holy landmark of Baal.

The green space of the garden was bustling with activity, with staff members coming and going, and more assault ships in the sky bringing in supplies for the next activities.

All this is because the Savior has come here.

On a whim, Ron came here to guide the construction of the Holy Tower. Many chapter leaders also followed the Savior, forming a huge group of people.

"Savior, building such a sacred tower must be difficult, right?"

Marshal Lysias of the Imperial Guards looked at the tall tower under construction in the distance, his eyes revealing a hint of envy.

He already knew the purpose and sacredness of the tower, and longed to be illuminated by its divine light often.

Ron glanced at Lysias and said, "Why, you guys want the Sacred Tower too?"

He could see that the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards really wanted this big light bulb.

"Yes, can you help us build such a holy object?"

Lysias pleaded, "We are willing to bear more costs and give corresponding rewards."

"This kind of building is extremely expensive, and even we can't build many..." Ron reminded.

In his opinion, the palace is already the most tightly guarded and powerful place in the galaxy, and it is not cost-effective to build these things.

It would be better to build it on other planets that need it than to have the materials.

What's more, many areas of the Savior's territory are still waiting for the protection of these sacred towers.

But after seeing the lost look in Lysias's eyes, he felt a little soft-hearted. After all, he was now a buddy with the Imperial Guards, so it was not a bad idea to give them one.

Just let them play along.

After all, these guys have nothing else to do in their lives except loyalty to the Emperor.

Moreover, the golden sun, savior statues, runes and other symbols on the tower allow them to remember the savior at all times, which can be regarded as an accumulation of faith.

"Given our friendship, I can..."

As Ron spoke, he stretched out a finger, indicating that he could give the Imperial Guards a sacred tower for free.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sincere voice of the commander of the imperial guards: "Sir Savior, the sacred tower is difficult to build. We are willing to pay more than ten times the price."

"Ahem, it's not impossible."

Ron was a little choked, but he immediately reacted and agreed to it.

I almost forgot that these imperial guards are the top local tycoons in the galaxy, enjoying almost unlimited resource supply from the empire, and are at the level of having nothing but a piece of cloth on their heads.

There is no need to be polite to the rich. If you don't make money when you have it, you are an asshole. Maybe they will thank you in the future.

In this way, the extra resources and materials earned can be used to build sacred towers in more places, thereby speeding up the overall construction speed of the territory tower project.

Let the sacred tower cover all the planets.

Arrange it, must arrange it immediately!
Ron immediately contacted the head of the mechanical construction department and ordered him to send an engineering team to Holy Terra as quickly as possible.

Build a sacred tower for the Imperial Guards according to the highest standards.

I heard that a statue of myself is being built in front of the square of the Holy Terra Palace, so it would be a good opportunity to send an envoy to participate in the opening ceremony.

You can also negotiate with the high lords who support you to see if you can cooperate on some projects.

"Sir Savior, your friendship will be remembered by the Guards!"

Lysias was grateful to his savior for his cheerfulness and generosity and bowed slightly.

"Hey, we are all brothers, there is no need to be so polite. The banquet is about to start, let's go over there."

Ron was also in a good mood, and walked towards the banquet area with the Marshal of the Imperial Guards.

Today, the gardens are covered with expensive red carpets, the tables are filled with rare delicacies, and many chefs are busy.

Those rare ingredients come from all over the galaxy and are preserved using special methods, so they remain fresh.

Mouth-watering.

There is no way. As the Savior's territory and trade scope expand, more and more civilized worlds have established close ties with the Savior.

When the rulers of these civilized worlds learned that the savior liked local specialties, they offered rare delicacies from their own worlds.

Due to its large scale, the Spire Mansion had to set up a special department to be responsible for this matter, and it was equipped with a large team of food transportation, chefs, banquet preparation, etc.

These are necessary, and the Savior also likes to share these delicacies with his subordinate officials and soldiers. The banquet can also bring people closer together.

This banquet is specially for entertaining the chapter leaders and the imperial guards, and it will also allow them to communicate more with each other.

After all, these chapter leaders are also members of the Savior faction. It would be convenient for them to carry out future activities if they were more familiar with the Imperial Guards.

The central area of ​​the banquet hall.

Datong was leading several soldiers to carefully cook a four-meter-long deep-sea starfish. The crystal clear fish meat looked extremely delicious. "Savior, please try my latest cooking skill!"

When Datong saw the savior coming, he immediately ran over and offered fish sashimi dripped with horo juice. The combination of the two made the fish meat turn into a crystal color with sparkling light.

"nice……"

Ron's appetite was aroused and his mouth was watering just by smelling that special aroma. Just as he picked up a piece and was about to taste it.

A sudden change occurred.

boom--

Suddenly there was an explosion not far away, followed by an extremely firm and tragic shout:
"For the Emperor!"

Ron was a little confused when he heard these shouts: "Could it be a Chaos or alien sneak attack?"

But that shouldn't be the case, Barr had been cleared out long ago.

What's more, with himself, the Primarch, many chapter masters and the Imperial Guards here, the aliens and heretics would have to go crazy to send assassins to launch a surprise attack here.

This sudden explosion attracted everyone's attention.

the other side.

Santong and others climbed for several kilometers and finally reached the surface area.

He suddenly used a stun grenade to destroy the seal of the passage, led the soldiers out of the ground, and shouted war roars in an attempt to fight a decisive battle with Tyranids!
However, the next moment, the chapter commander was stunned.

Because the scenery in front of you is lush and green, with streams flowing, it feels like you are in a natural jungle.

???

In an instant, Santong and others fell into confusion.

Where are the Tyranids and the desert wilderness? Isn't that right?
All this was beyond the experience and imagination of the human warriors.

They could never have imagined that during the months they had been struggling to survive in the cave, Baal had undergone tremendous changes.

"I'm afraid this is Chaos' conspiracy..."

San Tong suddenly said.

Only the subspace can create such a phenomenon, otherwise it is impossible to prove how all this is happening.

This is just like how all conspiracies were created by Tzeentch. Humans always attribute any unexplainable signs in the galaxy to the influence of the warp.

After all, only the subspace can cause such a big change to reality.

They may have been teleported to other areas, traveled through time, or were in an illusion created by chaos.

But the Son of Man’s confusion and shock soon turned into surprise.

The roar of the previous explosion disturbed the wildlife in the forest, and a large azure blue pheasant fluttered out from the bushes and tried to escape.

San Tong quickly grabbed the pheasant and was extremely excited: "Brothers, we have food!"

The rest of the human warriors cheered.

They were already starving, and they would go anywhere as long as there was plenty of food.

That's the good place!

When Santong was feeling happy, he suddenly froze because he noticed more eyes were looking at him.

The Chapter Master turned his head and met the eyes of the Savior, the Chapter Masters, and the Guards who were approaching.

The people on the Savior's side were dressed in shining armor, decorated with exquisite scriptures and holy skulls, as if they were attending a banquet.

The human warriors were in rags, as if they were fleeing.

And he, the chapter commander, was holding a pheasant stealthily, looking just like a chicken thief.

Click.

The pheasant that Sandong was holding fell to the ground and ran into the woods with a clatter.

Under the gazes of the crowd, he wanted to go back into the hole and stay there...

Fortunately, the captain of the regiment was thick-skinned enough and did not die on the spot and be afraid to see anyone.

All this embarrassed and shocked both parties.

Who would have thought that while the banquet was going on, a group of beggar-like Space Marines suddenly emerged from the ground.

"I am Ron Grant, the Primarch of Hope and Savior. May I ask who you are?"

Ron looked at the warriors whose armor was dirty but looked somewhat familiar and asked.

"I am the Third Barrel, the Chapter Master of the Sons of the People. We followed the orders of Holy Terra and went to Baal for support. However, we did not expect..."

San Tong looked at the Savior and others, then at the lively banquet behind. An irresistible fragrance wafted over from there.

He swallowed hard and asked with difficulty: "Is this Baal?"

Ron looked around and nodded in confirmation:

"Yes, this is Barr."

San Tong's eyes widened, as if this answer shocked him even more: "Emperor, the war between Baal and the Leviathan Tyranids..."

"It ended months ago."

Ron looked at the human warrior and answered. He probably knew what was going on.

In the middle of the Tyranid War, the core area of ​​the Bal Defense Line received a message for help. After the Savior Forces received the message, they immediately sent people to rescue.

But when they arrived at the place, they found no signs of anyone calling for help, and could not find the source of the signal.

The Tyranid swarm devoured the area.

To avoid losses.

The elite rescue team had to retreat under the protection of the Titan cluster, and lost a Titan.

After the war, the Savior's armed forces sent people to search again, but to no avail.

In the end, we could only regard the request for help as some kind of error message.

Now it seems that the ones who sent the call for help should be these human warriors in front of us.

After Santong learned about his misfortune, tears welled up in his eyes.

That's horrible!
They came from thousands of miles away, not only did they fail to help in any way, they also lost all the assets of the regiment. It was so miserable.

"Brother, why don't you come over and have something to eat first."

Ron heard the rumbling sounds of the warriors' stomachs and warmly entertained these human warriors.

After all, they are here to support us, we shouldn’t let our brothers suffer.

"Lord Savior!"

When the soldiers like San Tong, who were almost exhausted from hunger, heard that they could eat now, they burst into tears.

Afterwards, they were invited to a banquet, where they ate voraciously and cried.

"Savior, our son of the people is in trouble!"

San Tong gulped down a glass of red wine, stuffed half a piece of Australian tenderloin steak, and spoke breathlessly.

Ron gently handed over another bottle of red wine and comforted them, "Don't worry, you guys take a good rest first, and we'll talk to you later if you need anything."

He looked at the big barrel and asked the foodie to treat him well with three barrels.

They should have a lot of common topics.

Sure enough, Datong soon became friends with Santong and they exchanged experiences about food.

They were surprised to find that the two chapters were so similar that even their interests and hobbies were similar, except that the Sons of Man were more simple and honest than the Sons of the People.

Datong and Santong felt like they had met too late and they felt like brothers from different fathers and mothers.

After they drank some wine, they became sworn brothers on the spot and formed a brotherhood.

Afterwards, Big Barrel and Three Barrels found the Savior and asked him to allow the People's Sons to join the territory.

This is also what Santong hoped for. On the one hand, they do get along well with the Sons of Man, and on the other hand, the Sons of People are indeed penniless.

He needs some resources to get the regiment up and running again, and there are more treasure troves waiting for the Son of Man to explore.

"God, we are in need of talents like you!"

Ron held Santong's hand tightly, looking like he had met a good general and was eager to recruit talented people.

"Savior, I am ashamed of your praise..."

The words of the Primarch of Hope moved Santong even more. He had always been rejected by the Empire, and even his previous parent group didn't like him. He didn't expect that the Primarch of Hope would value him so much.

The Chapter Master offered his loyalty.

Ron really meant it.

Now the territory is developing rapidly, and we have to deal with many fields, especially some gray areas, which require people like Santong who are bold, daring to steal and cheat others to deal with them.

I might have to do some business with the Eye of Terror or Chaos in the future, so these three barrels are enough for me to know everything.

The Savior's territory is quite inclusive, and there are plenty of opportunities for him to display his talents...
-
A month later.

The Sacred Tower of Baal area.

The tower has been assembled and put into operation, and the holy light shines on the area. These lights, which are darker than the sun, make the buildings within the coverage area appear more sacred.

Even from outside the atmosphere, you can see this dazzling pearl.

Many devout believers went to the holy temple of the tower to worship, and the imperial guards did nothing but bask in the sun under the tower every day, saying that they wanted to guard this sanctity.

Sanctuary of the Savior.

Ron sat in the office reviewing documents.

Today, the reconstruction project has come to a temporary end. The once dry, radioactive and poisonous Baal has been completely transformed into a green planet with a good natural ecology.

Many sacred buildings and squares were also built.

Any imperial being who came here would not dare to believe that this was Baal.

Preparations for the victory celebrations have reached the final stage.

The high-ranking nobles, planetary governors, interstellar troops, naval generals, wandering merchants, and others who were invited also arrived one after another.

This is both a celebration and an opportunity to discuss cooperation projects.

Ron was looking at a list of some important invitees. It didn't matter who came, the key was who didn't come.

In addition to Holy Terra, the Empire also has many large regional separatist forces. They are complicated and only follow orders. Not everyone buys into the Primarch of Hope.

After all, for many human forces, the Primarch is an ancient legend from dozens or hundreds of generations ago.

It has only been more than 20 years since the Regent's return, and his influence has not radiated to all places.

Ron took a quick glance and saw no sign of the White Temple arriving, but a high-ranking noble in another large area caught his attention.

The noble apologized to the savior, claiming that a plague had suddenly broken out in his territory and he was unable to come.

"plague?"

Ron looked at the word and had a bad feeling, then ordered the relevant departments to pay attention to it.

He had just given the order when he received a new message.

Another ship has arrived in Bal...

(End of this chapter)