Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 381 Guilliman: Huh? Huh? ? ?!

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As soon as Ron finished speaking, the signal from the communication machine became worse, and sparks of psychic energy burst out.

Although the territory's communication technology is more advanced than that of the Empire, it is able to use psionic machinery to send signals without sacrificing the lives of astropaths.

But communication between reality and the subspace is also extremely difficult.

In mid-air, Guilliman’s half-body projection became increasingly blurred due to the vibrations.

He looked a little anxious, and his mouth kept opening and closing as he said something: "Luo...BB...BBB...Baal!"

As soon as the Regent finished speaking, the signal suddenly cut off and the projection disappeared.

"Alas, the communication department's business capabilities need to continue to be strengthened..."

Ron looked at the communication machine that had lost its signal and felt a little dissatisfied.

The galaxy is vast and communications are so important that the territory has spent a lot of manpower and resources to build a communication system.

But judging from the current results, they are still somewhat unsatisfactory.

He immediately contacted the department head, severely criticized him and took action:
"From now on, your budget and staffing will be doubled. Solve the signal problem as soon as possible, otherwise you will be reviewed at the general meeting!"

The savior's way of solving problems is always so simple and crude, just throwing money and people.

In addition to the research team at the territory headquarters, we will also contact many outsourcing teams on the machinery forum to jointly conduct research and development.

In short, it is to use excess resource investment to save time.

"Can Lao Ji come or not?"

Ron frowned and waved his hand to let the communication machine go, then picked up the champagne beside him and took a sip with difficulty: "Never mind, Lao Ji is still alive and kicking, and he looks fine, just a little tired."

Regardless, it's good to be able to get in touch.

If Lao Ji can come, I will arrange a super water bath therapy package for him to take good care of his health.

Rest.

At this time, the vibration caused by Ron's foot massage machine had stopped, and the pain from the huge kneading and pressing had also dissipated.

"Phew, feel good!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and felt refreshed.

The savior stood up from the alloy chair and stretched comfortably. His muscular body could be seen and his lower body was wrapped in a bath towel.

Along with the vibrations and roars outside, screams were heard from time to time, and some familiar voices could be vaguely heard.

For example, Dante's suppressed but secretly pleasurable moans, Tiberius's rough voice, and the occasional uncontrollable cries of pain from the Grand Marshal of the Guards.

Ron pushed open the door of the private room and walked towards the massage hall.

Lying on the many alloy chairs in the hall were some of the empire's famous figures, most of them were chapter masters, imperial guards or legendary heroes.

They are enjoying massage and health care services arranged by the Savior.

Those alloy massage machines made with the Imperial Knight-level plasma reaction engine bring these powerful warriors both pain and pleasure. In addition to foot and full body massages, there are also super-strong fascia knives.

It is enough to make any warrior wail miserably.

Of course, it is not just a simple massage, but also combined with expensive medicinal essential oils and electric current stimulation.

It can better dredge muscles and bones, treat injuries, and give complete relaxation to the body and mind.

This set of massage therapy concepts originated from the Savior and completely conquered these legendary warriors of the empire.

"Dante, how about this treatment?"

Ron came up to the Blood Angels Chapter Master, patted him gently on the shoulder, and asked him how he felt.

"Emperor, I have never felt so relaxed in my life..."

The old soldier's eyes, which had been somewhat dull before, suddenly lit up. He stretched his muscles and bones, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

At this moment, Dante felt that the world had become a better place, and he no longer thought about looking for Sanguinius.

"Emperor, the savior is the one who knows how to have fun and enjoy life. I will follow him more often in the future..."

He thought to himself and began to look forward to his future vacation life.

The Blood Angels Chapter Master hasn't quite retired yet, but it's pretty close.

He handed over the important affairs of the regiment to First Captain Karaen, and followed the Savior around everywhere, almost like a professional follower.

The main job is to slack off and occasionally kill people.

"I must get away from the heavy affairs. Following the Savior will allow me to better serve the Empire and allow the Blood Angels to grow more!"

At the Crimson Conference not long ago, Dante sat on the Red Crystal Throne and said this righteously to the Chief Think Tank, Company Commanders, and Holy Blood Priests.

He proposed to hand over his affairs and follow the Savior full-time.

The Blood Angels had no objection to this matter. They all clearly sensed the power and wealth of the Savior.

If Lord Dante follows the Savior, it will bring more benefits to the Blood Angels, and they won't have to urge this Lord who always wants to find the Archangel to work all the time.

Moreover, during the time that Lord Dante has been with the Savior, he has brought many benefits to the Blood Angels, including the overall transformation of the Dreadnought, gene seeds, and the right to use part of the Webway.

These are all visible to everyone.

So, they unanimously agreed to Dante's suggestion.

The current situation is that wherever the savior appears, Dante goes there. He gets the bad life he has always dreamed of, which can be regarded as slacking off according to orders.

And he finally realized that the savior was even worse than him...

Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to manage a territory and handle the affairs of the territory.

It is very difficult to manage the Baal galaxy by oneself, and often requires long hours of work without sleep.

The galaxy is so dangerous.

Aliens and chaos are omnipresent. If you are not careful, a huge disaster will occur, causing severe damage to the territory or even losing your life.

Therefore, everyone in the empire, from the supreme lord who manages the empire to the planetary governors, handles the affairs conscientiously and dares not slack off in the slightest.

In Dante's view, the territory of the Savior is vast, and even if the system is advanced, it is difficult to cover all places.

The savior should be working hard silently in a place that we cannot see.

However, the opposite is true.

According to Dante's observations, a day in the life of the Savior might look like this:
I sleep until I wake up naturally in the morning, get up around nine o'clock, and read the briefing while having breakfast.

At about 10 o'clock, the Savior entered the work, which lasted for two hours.

The job is to browse files aimlessly, and most of the time is spent on some kind of entertainment on the smart machine, which is said to be called some game.

That's a new gadget developed by the Data Sage.

Moreover, he would often go to the sanctuary garden to meditate under the pretext of thinking, but in fact he was just daydreaming.

Two hours later, it was lunch time.

The Saviors will have lunch with the soldiers, followed by a one-hour nap.

This is also a rare custom in the empire.

Dante himself also learned this habit from the Savior and felt it was pretty good.

When I woke up from my nap, it was already afternoon.

At this time, the savior may choose to stay in the office and repeat the morning process, or go out for some fresh air in the name of inspection.

Most of the inspection sites are garden areas with good environment and tourist sightseeing spots.

Moreover, the inspection will be accompanied by afternoon tea time.

When we returned from the inspection, it was almost evening.

At this time, he would hold a larger-scale dinner and meet with some territorial department personnel or imperial nobles according to the order on the list.

When the dinner was over, it was time for the Savior to go to bed.

At this time, he would stop all non-urgent matters, enter meditation time and sleep.

Until waking up the next day and repeating the previous day's process.

Or they could just announce a break and carry out some special activities, for example, today the Savior will bring the empire's legendary warriors to the Savior's private spa.

They say it’s some kind of pure green health care.

As for more exciting and heretical programs, he didn't dare to do them, for fear of being wiped out by Slaanesh.

Just imagine that scene, the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, leading many chapter masters, Custodes, Grand Inquisitors of the Tribunal, and high-level priests to carry out Slaanesh-related activities.

If Slaanesh were to target all of them and wipe them out, wouldn't the empire explode?
That would become the most shameful period in the empire's history, a taboo among taboos, and all related materials and books would have to be destroyed eight hundred times.

Now, Dante's filter for the Savior has become shattered.

He thought that his slacking behavior was impressive enough, but compared to this being, it was nothing!

The Blood Angels Chapter Master found it difficult to understand how the Savior kept the territory in order and how he trained so many talented people and made them serve loyally.

That was extremely difficult and incredible.

After all, the erosion of chaos is almost pervasive, and long-term neglect of management will often lead to internal corruption and disintegration.

There are many examples and lessons of this within the empire, and even great emperors have suffered from this.

Dante couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He was already semi-retired anyway, so he just followed the savior.

He's been fighting all his life, so what's wrong with taking a little break?
Now, this successor of Sanguinius follows the Savior around everywhere all day long, giving a feeling that they are in cahoots with each other.

Ron didn't have much objection to this and even welcomed it.

The officials and genetic descendants under his command were always too reserved with him, and they could get along better with Dante.

It's always nice to have someone to accompany you.

Moreover, he also has to communicate with humans frequently to fight against the increasingly powerful divinity.

So as to avoid ending up like the emperor.

Dante finished a massage, stretched his muscles, and applied some special medicinal essential oil to his body, which made his whole body look healthier and shinier.

After doing all this, he grabbed a rare fruit from the fruit plate next to him and put it in his mouth.

Enjoy the sweetness.

The Blood Angels Chapter Master asked expectantly, "Savior, what's the next show?"

Ron handed Dante a glass of champagne and took a sip himself:
"You'll find out later."

At this time, a terrible scream was heard from the side.

Tiberus and Malakin are competing to see who can withstand the force of the massage machine better.

These warriors or men always set up some strange gambling games to compare the strength of both sides.

Including but not limited to: "If you can touch that leaf, you are awesome", "If you have the ability, come and compete with me xxx."

Tiberus screamed, gnashed his teeth, and pressed the button next to him:

“You unlucky guy, if you’re capable, reach level five strength with me, ahhhhhhh!”

Malakin was in tears, but he refused to admit defeat: "By the Emperor, come on!"

Afterwards, the two of them let out even more miserable screams under the ravages of the Imperial Knight-level plasma engine alloy massage machine.

If you don’t know, you might think that something terrible happened on the battlefield.

Ron walked to another place with his glass of wine.

The roar here is even more violent, super alloy fascia knife hell!

Even he himself didn't dare to try it easily with such fierce intensity, while two warriors were lying down and experiencing it deeply.

They are also competing.

They were the strongest warrior under the Savior, the commander of the Thunder Guards—Carter, and the new commander of the Royal Guards—Lysias.

The two guys were somewhat confrontational, neither of them willing to admit defeat.

Lysias would occasionally roar in pain, but Carter remained silent.

He could see that there were dents on the alloy chairs of both men.

It was squeezed out in great pain.

"Hiss~ Carter is such a guts, he didn't even scream?"

Ron was quite emotional. Although Carter was very strong, his physique was still much worse than that of Lysias.

When he walked over and saw Carter, who had bitten his lips until they bled, fainted and woke up again, and looked like he was about to faint again, he fell silent.

Ron sighed and patted the soldier:

"Carter, this is not a battlefield. There's no need to fight so hard. Besides, we're just having fun..."

"Savior, I'm fine. Please...please allow me to hold on for a little longer!"

However, the stubborn man who always received the worst beatings answered the question respectfully, but he glanced at Lysias and showed no intention of stopping.

Ron saw that the situation was not good. If it continued, the two of them would probably be injured and sent to the infirmary.

He simply announced that the massage activity was over and everyone moved on to the next program, going to the sauna. Of course, ordinary steam didn't have much effect on these soldiers, so the sauna was connected to the ship's plasma engine for an ultra-high temperature experience.

However, just after he announced the sauna activity, many soldiers looked at each other with provocative eyes, eager to try.

The glances between Carter and Lysias sparked sparks.

Ron watched Carter and Lysias walk into a sauna room and immediately decided to change to another one. He must not stay in the same place with these two guys.

Otherwise it will be difficult later.

Soon, warriors such as Tiberus and Malakin also entered the sauna room.

He could only look at these soldiers with sympathy. It was not a good idea to pull them out now, otherwise these guys would think that he was looking down on them.

Ron looked at Dante:

"Let's go to another sauna..."

These two lazy guys are not really suitable for such a competitive area.

Afterwards, he reminded the medical team to pay more attention, as many people would probably be discharged lying down soon.

Fortunately, it's not a big problem.

The Savior's territory even has a panacea. Even if there is any harm in the process, as long as there is a trace of breath or soul, the other party can be resurrected on the spot.

A few hours later.

The medical team rushed into the sauna room wearing closed defensive armor and carried away Tiberus and others.

After Carter and Lysias both fell.

This leisure and entertainment activity initiated by the savior finally came to an end...
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night.

Red Hall, balcony.

Ron took a break from the party and came here to get some fresh air.

In the airspace, ships are heading towards Baal one after another, preparing for tomorrow's victory parade.

At this moment, the entire Baal was brightly lit. Space Marines, officials, nobles, merchants, and civilians were all immersed in the atmosphere of the ceremony and looked forward to it.

Because at midnight, the first activity ceremony of the victory celebration will begin.

Dante came over and asked with concern, "Savior, do you think the Regent can still make it?"

As the Lord of Baal, he also hoped that the human leader and regent of the empire would come here.

Join in the victory celebration.

That would leave Baal with more sacred and historical significance.

Ron frowned slightly: "The Regent said in the communication that he would come, so he should be able to make it..."

In fact, he didn't have much confidence in this matter.

Guilliman's lateness was becoming a regularity.

Under normal circumstances, the more important the occasion or the more intense the war, the more likely that guy would fail to arrive in time due to various obstacles.

These are supported by many examples.

During the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago, Guilliman was originally preparing to send troops to defend the emperor, but because the Warp storm obstructed the flight routes and communications, Ultramar was cut off from the Empire.

Failed to go.

In this situation, he assumed the worst, that the Emperor and the Empire might have fallen, and he must shoulder the responsibility.

So this guy set up a new regime called the "Second Empire" in its place, and repeatedly stated that he was loyal and refused to become the ruler of the Second Empire.

Under this situation, both Guilliman and Lionel the Lion felt that the other was not capable of becoming the regent of the new regime.

They passed the buck to each other and simply let Sanguinius take the blame and become the regent of the Second Empire.

However, just when the three brothers were busy building the Second Empire.

Suddenly, new news was received. The empire has not yet fallen, and the emperor is still sitting on the golden throne, waiting for everyone to protect him!

It made them all numb.

Especially Sanguinius, he became the regent of the Second Empire openly while the emperor was still alive. This was simply treasonous to the extreme!
So the Archangel ran away quickly.

The Second Empire collapsed just after it was established.

Guilliman's creation of the Second Empire not only had no effect, but instead seemed like another rebellion, wasting precious time in protecting the emperor.

After this guy reacted, he immediately started the plan to defend the king. One hundred thousand Extreme Marines and more than three thousand main battleships exploded on the spot, roaring and breaking through the defense line set up by the rebels.

Rushing towards Holy Terra.

However, halfway through, he fell into Horus's warp trap and was trapped in a reality that could "never be reached".

This siege lasted for a long time, until the emperor fell, and he and the reinforcements finally arrived.

Guilliman learned from his mistakes, turned his remorse into motivation, vigorously eliminated the traitors and wrote the Astartes Codex.

Thinking of reviving the empire.

However, before the Imperium could regain its strength, the Ultramarines Primarch was severely wounded and succumbed to poison in a ridiculous, one-sided duel.

This sleep lasts for ten thousand years.

Now, the empire has finally waited for the return of the regent and has a chance to revive.

Even in this Battle of Baal, if Roan had not interfered, according to the original development trend, Guilliman would not have arrived until Baal had become a sea of ​​corpses and blood and was about to die.

Clean up the mess and save Baal.

Based on these classic examples, Ron made an inference.

That guy will most likely show up at the last moment, and will most likely arrive at the beginning or end of the celebration.

It’s almost time.

no way.

Old Ji is the protagonist of Galaxy and the son of the version. He always shows up at the last moment to save the tide, which is in line with the tone of the Empire.

Ron ordered the reception department to be ready to welcome the arrival of the Regent.

In fact, Roan and many people in the Empire hoped that Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, would arrive to participate in the victory celebration.

After the Great Rift, the empire fell into further decline, and a large number of territories fell into the dark side, suffering in suffering and war.

Until now, the empire has been in a state of anxiety, panic and exhaustion, with little hope of revival.

The return of the Prince Regent certainly brought some excitement.

But the Indomitable Crusade he launched was still advancing slowly and was in a tough battle, without achieving many victories worthy of celebration for the entire empire.

The Empire and humanity desperately need a complete victory to inspire people and give them hope.

This Battle of Baal completely wiped out the terrifying Leviathan Hive Fleet, ending its thousand-year-long invasion of the Empire. It was undoubtedly an unprecedented victory!

Now, the news of the victory celebration has been spread to as many territories as possible within the empire, allowing more people to enjoy the joy.

Related ceremonies will also be held simultaneously in Holy Terra and more areas.

The appearance of the Regent in such a significant victory celebration will undoubtedly be more inspiring.

Ron looked down at the time:
"It's almost midnight, the ceremony is about to begin..."

That was the first wave of victory celebrations. He would light up the entire Baal and unscrupulously announce his victory to the galaxy.

All this can be seen from the vicinity of Barr and beyond.

It will attract a lot of attention.

Whether it is the imperial civilized world, alien forces or chaotic demons, everyone can witness this grand ceremony.

This is mankind’s oath to the galaxy, and also a shot in the arm.

This will let all beings know that humanity has not succumbed to chaos and aliens, but is fighting hard and winning.

There is still hope for humanity, and it will prosper!

Ron felt a strong psychic power and looked up at the sacred tower. The think tanks and psychics were injecting more energy into the tower.

In an instant, the energy reached the critical point.

boom--

The golden, dazzling sacred light shot straight into the sky and disappeared into the void.

This divine light almost turned Baal into daylight, like a dazzling beacon in the Milky Way.

The devout believers knelt down before this sacred light.

Pray silently.

More people were looking at the light with excitement, their eyes full of hope.

……

The airspace of the Baal galaxy.

hum~
A huge fleet of ships crashed out of the void, like dusty travelers, and traces of destruction could be seen everywhere on the entire fleet.

Embarrassed.

This is the Regent's Indomitable Expedition Fleet, one of the most powerful fleets in the Empire.

Macragge's Glory, bridge.

"All battle groups, prepare for battle immediately!"

Guilliman frowned, his heart filled with anxiety.

But he suppressed his worries and ordered the fleet to organize a front to deal with the attack of the Tyranid aliens.

at the same time.

The regent was still silently calculating, worried about the war in the Misty Star Region, and the situation on other fronts was not optimistic either.

But what is more troublesome is that the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet is already stretched to its limits.

He must accurately calculate the number of troops that can be deployed for support, even down to each ship, so that no force can be wasted!

Such great pressure, worry and calculation gave Guilliman a superhuman brain.

There was also a hint of dizziness.

boom--

A loud and continuous roar attracted the attention of the Regent.

He looked out through the observation dome and was stunned.

It was a large amount of artillery fire bombarding an empty space, bursting out with colorful and brilliant colors.

Guilliman was a little confused. What was he doing?
In fact, it was a celebratory firework formed by the naval guns.

Next to the airspace, he saw the planet Bal shining with golden light again, and became even more confused and helpless.

Is that... Baal?
Sizzle!
Many messages were heard.

The public channel of the Macragge's Glory received messages from all over the Empire to Baal, and the astropaths also received similar psychic messages.

Those were all congratulatory messages from various places.

Probably:

Holy Terra sent a congratulatory message, "The Emperor above, congratulations on Baal's destruction of the Tyranid aliens."

The people of five hundred worlds in Ultramar sent congratulatory messages to celebrate the Savior's victory!

A certain high-ranking noble and lord cordially greets the Savior and congratulates...

Messages like this.

"The Battle of Baal... was won?!"

Guilliman listened to the information with a flushed and dazed look.

Now, the entire Empire, including Ultramar, knows the news of Baal's victory and is celebrating it.

And he, the Lord of Ultramar and Regent of the Empire, was the last one to know...

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Suddenly, the attendant Felix uttered a cry of surprise.

Guilliman followed the aide-de-camp's gaze, which revealed shock and made his scalp tingle.

He saw the Ron brothers and the Primarch of Hope among the stars!
Countless points of light formed the majestic figure of the Primarch of Hope, occupying almost a considerable portion of the galaxy.

No one can ignore it.

Those spots of light radiating light were warships, blocking out the sky and the sun.

That was the battleship light show prepared by the Savior...

(End of this chapter)