Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 458: Savior: It’s time for this rotten Holy Terra to be reformed!

Based on intelligence.

Webway D15764 branch suffered an unknown attack, causing the node and port buildings in the area to collapse.

Many green-skinned orcs also died.

All of this was caused by some ancient forbidden weapon with incredible destructive power.

The physical laws of the attacked area were affected, and the stationed Redemption Titan was torn apart, becoming twisted scrap metal.

"An enemy that can move in the webway and use ancient weapons..."

Ron's expression turned serious.

For more than half a century, the Web has remained safe and free from almost any threats.

This made him think that he could rest assured about the network he owned.

But this attack is a warning.

The Webway does not belong exclusively to the Savior, there are many other forces entrenched within it, and it may face more threats at any time.

They risk losing their webway.

The Savior's territory was developed based on the Internet, and too many production and expansion operations are based on high-speed routes.

It is not only the key to the development of the territory, but also involves the future of the empire.

If the Savior's territory loses the webway, it will immediately lose its potential for further development and will only become a regional top power.

It's probably just slightly stronger than Ultramar.

That was a result he could not accept in any way.

"I hope this attack is just an isolated case and not an organized attack by some ancient force."

Ron took a deep breath and gave the order.

He asked the intelligence department to find the perpetrators of the attack as quickly as possible, and at the same time, the network's guard forces had to remain on high alert.

It is imperative to ensure that the network construction work proceeds smoothly.

That is related to the next stage of development of the Savior's territory and is also the key to the empire's recovery.

"My Lord, you should change your clothes."

The head maid Linda came in and gently reminded.

The head maid has been serving the Savior for nearly a century. The maids around her have been rotated for several generations, but she has never changed.

With the blessing and maintenance of advanced biotechnology, she still maintains her beauty and vitality.

The savior had no intention of changing people.

It's mainly a habit. It's not easy to have someone who is loyal, understands you, and is emotionally attached to you.

Ron nodded, turned off the datapad and stood up.

Afterwards, maids came in one after another, carrying gorgeous dark gold robes and ornaments.

Linda came forward and skillfully helped him change his clothes, tidied his clothes, and took care of all the details.

She hoped that the Savior would appear in front of the people of the empire in the best possible image.

All this is said without words.

Due to the tacit understanding that had existed for decades or even hundreds of years, Ron no longer needed to say anything, and the head maid could handle everything regarding his daily life.

Including any aspect.

After Ron changed into a dark gold robe, he boarded the shuttle accompanied by the Thunder Guards and headed for the surface of Holy Terra.

The war is now temporarily over.

What awaits him next will be various ceremonies and social events lasting several years.

Countless imperial nobles, rulers, high-ranking warriors and clergy were looking forward to an audience with the Primarch of Hope.

They were eager to obtain the soon-to-be-issued access permit to the Savior's Webway.

……

The city of wishers.

This is a huge complex located on the outskirts of the Holy Terra Palace, with many Ministry of Internal Affairs offices and residential areas.

The towering buildings are filled with cramped spaces, and billions of government officials work and live in this city, and it has been like this for generations.

For most of them, their family ancestors have served Holy Terra for nearly ten thousand years.

Even so, all these government officials could have was a small living room.

That is already a great gift from heaven.

Because the price of every square meter of land in Holy Terra is more expensive than a governor's palace in other hive worlds.

Fortunately, government officials have become accustomed to the cramped living environment and the complicated and endless work tasks.

Even dying of exhaustion at work is normal.

People are used to this and won't feel sentimental or sad when there's a new face at the desk next to them.

Instead, it is to celebrate the return of the deceased colleague's soul to the throne.

Maybe one day, I will be fortunate enough to follow in his footsteps.

These lowest-level government officials can only get enough food and water to fill their stomachs every day, and have almost no personal property.

There is no time to use them.

Although their lives were much better than those of the slaves on Holy Terra, they were still miserable compared to the nobles or governors of some planets.

It is this group of people who hold enormous power.

Within the empire, massive amounts of document information are input into this city of wishers every day.

Each of the thick documents handled by government officials may be related to the fate of tens of billions of people or a planet.

They decide whether a document will be approved or not, whether it will be submitted or not.

Or remain forever in a dark corner where no one knows.

The vast territory of the empire has created an endless number of events that need to be dealt with. The destruction and establishment of planetary regimes, chaos, and alien invasions have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

There is no way I can finish it.

The high lords’ time can only be used to deal with the most important batch.

As for the rest, it was left to the hundreds of millions of government officials under him to deal with.

But this still cannot finish the process.

This also leads to the situation that no one knows about the establishment and destruction of some planetary regimes.

Even though they had submitted the relevant documents to Holy Terra hundreds of years ago, the tithe was still being paid normally.

No one knows what happened.

Anyway, the relevant programs are running in a confused manner.

Some planets may also be inexplicably required to bear more taxes due to procedural errors by government officials, which may lead to rebellion and chaos invasion, and spread into a disaster that ravages more than a dozen star regions.

This finally attracted the attention of the empire's top brass, and eventually an extermination order was issued, and countless lives were silently annihilated.

But this cannot be blamed on the government officials involved.

They have given all their faith, effort, and even their lives.

Fortunately, these procedural errors were not too numerous, and even if some planets were lost, the Empire could barely hold on.

This administrative system remains one of the empire's greatest guarantees.

Click~
"Emperor, there is finally no mistake this time!"

Nareson happily passed a calculated document and calmed his dizzy head.

Her workstation is a two-square-meter cubicle, which is theoretically quite spacious.

But that's only in theory.

The bulky steel desks, as well as the mechanical equipment and supervisory devices housed inside them, make the space extremely cramped.

This makes it extremely difficult for people living inside to even turn around.

All Nareson could do was stretch his neck.

She looked up and could only see the lights on the roof very close at hand, which made her electronic eyes feel a little uncomfortable.

Due to years of uninterrupted close-range lighting, the eyes of many government officials have long been damaged.

Fortunately, the Ministry of Government Affairs has some benevolent protection policies that can replace electronic prosthetic eyes for relevant personnel free of charge.

This way they can save time for their eyes to rest and improve their work efficiency.

"Praise be to the Emperor."

Naresen prayed silently, feeling grateful for everything he had, and even more grateful that he could contribute to the great Emperor.

These lucky people have important missions to keep the empire running.

This department, which employs tens of thousands of people, is very quiet. No one speaks and the only sounds are the rustling of turning pages and the sound of mechanical stamps.

hum~
There was a buzzing sound.

When Naresen heard the noise, he straightened his back immediately and continued to process the documents in front of him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

That's the noise of the servoskull operating.

One wall of the compartment was left blank, exposing everyone to the surveillance range of the overseeing servoskull.

That machine, made from the skulls of honorably sacrificed executives of this office, has been running for hundreds of years.

It maintains this office and is also responsible for delivering corresponding instructions.

Fortunately, the servoskull did not send out any warning messages or point out any errors in her working procedures.

Instead, it floated straight towards a compartment.

This made Nareson feel relieved.

She continued to calculate for several hours and finally finished processing the pile of documents.

Then she lifted the heavy bronze grille and pressed a button on the small communications transmitter inside.

It didn't take long.

The wide slot in the cubicle for transferring documents rose up, and the robotic arm brought in a new pile of documents.

That is also today's task.

"I still have four hours to finish these documents."

Naresen skillfully evaluates the progress of work. After these years of training, she has become a mature political official.

As the office had just gone through a year of intensive overtime work, the work results exceeded expectations.

So no extra overtime work is needed this month.

She worked fourteen hours today and would be able to return to her residence to rest in another four hours.

That was a happy moment.

Nareson had not left the office building for many years. He stayed in the cubicle during the day and returned to his residence at night, a larger cubicle with only a bed.

The only possession was a wooden statue of the emperor.

That's what she used when she prayed.

They had strictly regulated times for going to the bathroom and the dining room, and were allowed to go to chapel once a month.

Occasionally they had to go to the steward's office, which was a moment that everyone dreaded.

Fortunately, she is always praised.

Nareson inherited his father's position at the age of fourteen and entered this office building. Since then, he has never seen the sky outside again.

Our knowledge of the sky, the earth, the entire galaxy, and even the outside world all comes from the documents that are delivered endlessly every day.

She is also determined to become a better civil servant than her father.

As a result, she has made almost no mistakes over the years and has received a lot of praise.

Suddenly, soothing Imperial Music began to be heard from a compartment in the area, emanating from the old Overwatch Servo-Skull.

Everyone who heard the sacred music stopped and prayed silently.

That foreshadows the passing of a colleague, who has returned to the throne and deserves the blessings of everyone.

Naresen was also praying silently.

She watched as two servitors entered the compartment and soon dragged out a body wrapped in scripture cloth with the imperial Sky Eagle emblem on it. That was his most glorious moment, bearing the gaze of everyone.

Even the butler came out to see.

Many people remembered the name of the deceased and thought about everything that happened with him in the past.

The same is true for Nareson.

She suddenly thought of her colleague named Will, who had proudly told her that he had a newborn son.

The little guy was born on the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension and was blessed by the priest. He will definitely be a loyal and intelligent believer and government official in the future.

That was more than 20 years ago.

A strong young man will be born in the cubicle not far away and inherit everything from his father.

"Maybe not..."

Naresen's swollen head suddenly thought of one thing, that is, their office has not had any new staff for many years, and no new instructions have come in.

This has led to an increase in working hours.

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Sure enough, after the colleague's body was dragged out, the manager issued instructions to this office.

To ensure progress.

The remaining twenty people in the office have to work an extra half hour to process the extra documents.

"Our work is vital. For the Emperor. For Holy Terra!"

The butler forced his voice to speak enthusiastically.

The steward was so weak that he was about to collapse, and people were worried that he would be the next one to be dragged away.

But he still maintains his passion because he knows he has an important mission.

"For the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"

Not only the manager, but other government officials also felt so and they felt proud.

The Emperor needs them, the Imperium needs them.

The empire's territories at war also need them.

This is a war material accounting department located several kilometers underground, responsible for logistical support work.

Their data is critical.

Snapped!
The wide slot in the cubicle for transferring documents rose again, delivering additional files.

Nareson realized that he might not be able to finish the work within the stipulated time.

She busied herself anxiously, not wanting any flaws in her work.

That involves countless lives.

She looked at the cold word "Tyron" on the document and couldn't help trembling.

The terrible Tyranids are attacking the empire's borders, planets are falling, and even the solar system will be affected!

The higher-level department needs the accounting data of this department.

For the accuracy of the data.

There are several departments that were urgently set up like this.

Naresen has been in charge of this accounting work for more than 20 years, summarizing the necessary answers from massive amounts of material data.

Then, it is submitted to the upper-level department, which will conduct more complex calculations.

Finally providing the correct supplies to the Astra Militarum troops heading to the front lines to support them.

Nareson was busy.

She corrected a mistake she had made on the document, then stamped it and sent it off along with the processed document.

The servitors will collect all the documents and send them to the upper levels.

But as she closed the fence, her dizzy mind suddenly woke up: "Emperor, I made a mistake, the same wrong data was sent out!"

Naresen realized that he had made a mistake.

There was a similar erroneous data in her previous batch of documents, but she did not correct it in time and instead sent it out.

That's just a guess.

Nareson couldn't remember whether he corrected it or not.

She turned pale and hesitated whether to report her mistake.

Maybe the mistake didn't happen and it was just my imagination, or maybe the subsequent auditors will be able to find out the mistake?
But she still pressed the communicator tremblingly and reported the mistake.

"I understand. There will be follow-up procedures."

The butler replied coldly.

After a few seconds, he said again: "Nareson, you are one of the best people in this office, you shouldn't make such a mistake.

You have to accept the punishment and reflect on yourself severely!"

Afterwards, the manager asked a special checker to retrieve the documents and return them to the original compartment for recalculation.

After Naresen finished his report, he breathed slightly and gradually relaxed.

She did not betray her faith in the Emperor, nor did she hide her mistakes, even if such reporting would result in her being punished.

The loyal government official suppressed his emotions and continued to deal with his work.

She couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.

Nareson took out another document and saw familiar words in it - Primarch of Hope, Savior.

That is the hero of the empire.

She looked at the name, her heart filled with anticipation, and she longed for the opportunity to witness the heroic figure of the Primarch.

From the many documents I've processed and the chats I've had with my colleagues.

Naresen vaguely knew some of the deeds of the Primarch.

He was a hero of the Empire, having made outstanding contributions in the Holy Terra Lunar War and the Charadon War, saving countless lives.

After learning of the attack by the Tyranids, that being resolutely led his army to fight.

He is in Baal, the hometown of the Blood Angels, leading the Empire's fleet to fight against the Tyranid aliens to protect the safety of the Empire and humanity!
Nareson felt honored when he thought about this.

Because I am also participating in this war, providing my own help to that great being and making my own insignificant contribution.

Her department had been tasked with accounting for war materials for the Battle of Baal for more than twenty years.

Those accounting data will eventually be used in the logistics department.

Provide the Astra Militarum troops heading to Baal with suitable supplies so that they can fight against the Tyranids on the battlefield.

Since Naresen and his colleagues accepted that sacred task, they have never left the office and have been dealing with related documents endlessly.

Until now.

They are still giving their all to that war.

Nareson admired the brave, tenacious and unyielding Primarch of Hope and the Savior. She even knew what he looked like.

I still see that existence in my dreams sometimes.

She dreamed that she met the being and told him about her insignificant contribution.

He was also rewarded with an Imperial Sky Eagle of his own.

Nareson used his peripheral vision to observe the position of the monitoring servo skull, and after confirming that it was safe, he quietly opened a small grid under the transfer device.

There is a portrait of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior. In the portrait, the Primarch of Hope is wearing golden armor and looks so handsome, especially his face.

very attractive.

She took one look and quickly covered it.

I don't know which document the portrait came with, but it was left on the floor of the cubicle.

Naresen was lucky enough to pick up the portrait and secretly hid it.

That was the only time she violated her faith and did not report the incident, and the portrait of the Savior became her most hidden and precious possession.

After Nareson finished looking at the portrait, he continued to process the documents.

But gradually.

Her heart sank because the servitor had not yet sent back the wrong file as per procedure.

"Could it be that those documents were sent to the upper levels?"

Nareson was a little worried.

She was worried that the mistake would be caught by higher-ups and lead to the office being punished.

He was even more worried that his mistakes would affect the war far away in Baal and the savior.

squeak!
The alarm sounded.

That was an emergency notification signal, and everyone immediately stopped working and kept quiet.

Naresen's face turned even paler, fearing that the alarm was because of him.

"Praise the Emperor, we have the favor of the Primarch..."

The manager remained enthusiastic: “In these three days, we have to complete more work tasks.

On the fourth day, we will have eight hours of non-working time and go to the ground to participate in a grand victory celebration.

At that time, the great Imperial Regent and Primarch of Hope will both appear at the celebration!"

This drew cheers and admiration from the crowd.

They were given eight precious hours to go to the ground to participate in the celebrations and then come back to continue working.

No one realized there was anything wrong.

Nareson realized it and had a question: "I hope the Primarch has arrived at Holy Terra, so what about the Battle of Baal?"

But she didn't know who to turn to for answers.

Because this is an issue not related to work and is not within the procedure.

"Perhaps, I will know the answer at the celebration?"

She thought so.

Unfortunately, these government officials had no idea that the Battle of Baal had ended many years ago.

Like some departments, they were forgotten in the complicated processes and were forced to continue operating.

Even now their existence has no meaning.

If it weren't for the victory ceremony, the government department would have issued a communication to the entire planet.

These personnel will continue their meaningless work until they are completely forgotten by the logistics personnel and all supplies are cut off.

Eventually died in a corner where no one knew.

……

A gorgeous dark gold shuttle flew over the sky above the City of Wishes.

Ron frowned as he looked at the messy, slum-like buildings below.

hard to imagine.

This is one of the core areas of the empire.

Documents and policies that influence the fate of the empire come from here.

I can only say that this broken car of the Empire is really durable.

Ron looked at the gray sky, which was cloudless.

The natural water and last clouds on this human home planet were exhausted during the Horus Heresy.

"Holy Terra, the rotten coward."

He thought about the webway again, and his mood became worse: "This shabby place should have been renovated a long time ago!"

Ron forced himself to think of something happy.

For example, taking advantage of the opportunity of transformation, you can take advantage of Holy Terra.

The Sanctum Library here is said to contain much of the galaxy's ancient and sinister knowledge.

Information such as the Iron Man or the Yemenga Stone...

(End of this chapter)