Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 459 Savior: Stare, that extremely strange look!
The Eternal Wall.

The ancient helipad was crowded with people, and from the platform to the towering city walls, there were shadows of people.

The sacred statues shone brightly in the light of the braziers burning with incense.

The scent of holy oil masks the smell of pollution in the air.

People breathed in air mixed with rust, holy oil and cosmetic powder, and listened to the choir children singing praises to the Regent of the Empire and the Primarch of Hope.

Everyone craned their necks, full of anticipation, because they were about to witness a living legend.

But most people can only watch from afar.

Even though they are Terra's bureaucrats, they control the life and death of many planets.

Only the most distinguished groups in the galaxy, high-ranking nobles or commanders of the empire can meet the Primarch on the platform.

On the platform, the dignitaries of the Terra Parliament, the politicians of the Ministry of the Interior, and the priests of the state religion had already taken their own positions according to their respective powers and reputations.

Chaos but order.

But many of them were not very happy, and some even looked gloomy.

After half a century, the Imperial Regent returned from the front lines to the center of power.

That means their interests are about to be harmed.

What's more, the Primarch of Hope has also arrived, and that being poses a greater threat than the Imperial Regent.

He is so incompatible with the empire that he will completely destroy the power order that has been formed over tens of thousands of years.

These political creatures have a very keen sense of smell and are aware of the coming of reform and change.

One's own family may fall into ruin in this change.

Some of them were operating in secret, plotting conspiracies or pulling out forbidden weapons from dark rooms in an attempt to contact heretics or alien assassins.

An extreme assassination attempt on the Primarch of Hope.

In the past, these high-ranking officials would be afraid of the Primarch’s military power and would temporarily obey his rule.

But now the conflict is difficult to reconcile and they have no choice but to take a risk.

The Primarchs are also human beings, and they can bleed, get injured, and even die.

The Empire once had twenty powerful Primarchs, but aren't they almost all dead?
Whoosh whoosh—

When the shuttle landed, everyone's face was filled with smiles, real or fake.

"Lord Savior!"

A certain high lord came forward to greet him enthusiastically, fearing that everyone would not know his loyalty.

The leader of the Navigator family, Nova's father, the Admiral of the Supreme Lord of the Navy, looked up and found that it was the poor commander-in-chief of the Star Army, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"How shameless..."

The eye on Nova Father's forehead trembled slightly, conveying a psychic message.

"Who told the Savior to give the Astra Militarum so many things..."

The admiral sneered: "That guy is almost becoming someone's loyal dog. How can he still look like a high lord?"

If the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum Army heard this, he would be furious: "You are so noble, you are so great!"

There is no way around it. The Astra Militarum is the most miserable department in the Empire and can be called the peasants of the Empire.

There isn’t even a fixed high-collar chair.

The fact that he was able to enter the High Lords' Council was merely the result of political struggle, and he basically had no say.

We also have to ask the high lord of the Ministry of the Interior to approve the budget.

In this dark age, war rages across the Imperium, Astra Militarum soldiers fight on every front, periodically dying in the hundreds of millions, while logistical support becomes increasingly scarce.

They can barely make ends meet.

If this continues, the Astra Militarum will collapse!

Nowadays, everyone knows that Yinhe is the richest savior, so what’s wrong with clinging to him?
The commander-in-chief didn't shy away from people's gazes and licked wildly!
If it weren't for the presence of the Thunder Guards, he would have rushed over to greet the savior up close.

……

Ron got off the shuttle and stepped onto the dark ancient stone platform with the Regent.

People were rejoicing.

Those dignitaries and politicians all saluted and saluted the Primarch.

He sighed slightly: "Alas, nothing has changed."

"Nothing has changed."

Guilliman answered softly, his face as bright as a spring breeze, responding to the welcoming crowd.

As an excellent politician, he knows how to handle these situations while hiding his intimidating side.

As for the hope for the Primarch to be the Savior, it seemed much more casual.

Or rather, he doesn't care at all.

Ron carefully observed the scene before him.

The dark and hideous city walls and the dark crowds of people.

They all have all kinds of weird mechanical limbs on their bodies, and they smell like decay.

The strong smell of incense and stinky air, the choir, the cherubim made of babies, and the recording attendants bound in the iron coffin, recording something with a feather pen.

That is the most direct presentation of the dark and corrupt tone of the empire.

Not only him, even Guilliman felt a hint of disgust.

After witnessing the situation in the Savior's territory, the Imperial Regent became increasingly dissatisfied with the current state of the Empire.

This was also one of the reasons why he returned from the front line of the Indomitable Crusade after the situation eased temporarily.

"Half a century later, I set foot on Holy Terra again..."

Ron recalled the past and felt quite emotional.

At eighteen that year, he stood like a minion.

Of course, this is an exaggerated description. He was in his fifties that year, and his actual age now is over a hundred years old.

But among the high-level beings in the galaxy, he is considered to be a young man in the prime of his life.

Half a century ago, he came to Holy Terra in order to activate his trading license and gain the support of the Imperial Church.

It's also in this place.

He mingled among the crowd behind the imperial regent, like an unknown person, and was cautious.

Now, the same place.

He came to this planet as a victor, the Primarch of Hope and the savior, and was respected by the people.

He was no longer the small governor who sought the protection of the High Lords, but one of the most powerful beings in the Empire, a ruler with unstoppable might.

He became someone that the high lords needed to curry favor with.

Ron responded to the greetings from the Astra Militarum Commander-in-Chief, the Ecclesiarchy Pope, and the Martian Forge General with a warm smile.

Especially the commander-in-chief of the Star Army, he is very perceptive.

Shouldn’t the material support in the future be doubled?
These are his allies in Holy Terra, including the Marshal of the Guards in the Imperial Palace.

The reason he came to Holy Terra this time was to transform this place and carry out some reforms, so he needed some allies, the more the better.

If we can use majority power to promote peaceful reforms and avoid bloodshed.

That's the best outcome.

"Who are the enemies and who are the friends here?"

Ron looked at the smiling crowd and felt vaguely wary.

He knew that some of them regarded him as an enemy and wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

They may be intimidated by their power and have to obey, but we cannot rule out the possibility that they will take desperate measures.

After all, he was overhauling the entire Holy Terra and restoring vitality to this home planet of mankind.

That is a necessary process.

Ron didn't want anyone to hold him back while he was leading humanity forward.

With Holy Terra's situation becoming increasingly dire, there's no telling when it might suddenly explode.

It’s better to deal with it early.

But Holy Terra has tens of thousands of high-level families and forces, involving countless civilized worlds in the galaxy, and the political situation is complicated.

Perhaps the High Lords spend all their time dealing with these relationships.

No one can explain the complex relationships involved, so we must cut the Gordian knot quickly.

Otherwise, the longer you delay, the more trouble you will cause.

They are bound to unite in a crisis and create more trouble.

What's more, some ancient families also have hidden forbidden technologies that can cause huge destructive power.

Those guys have the ability to rebel and may even attract heretics or aliens.

Ron and Guilliman exchanged a glance.

They have decided to change all this and make Holy Terra catch up with the Savior's territory.

Humanity should not continue to be immersed in darkness, but should move towards the light.

Among the crowd, the dignitaries looked at the two Primarchs, their worries growing even more intense.

They are considering where they will go next.

Ron didn't dwell on this for long.

The plan has been arranged and there will be dedicated people to carry it out to ensure the smooth progress of this reform.

Relevant government officials and mechanical facilities are also on the way.

These will completely change the corrupt political form and efficiency of Holy Terra.

This will help avoid more imperial tragedies.

He came to Holy Terra this time not only for reform, but more importantly to make money.

As the home planet of mankind, Holy Terra experienced the most glorious golden age of mankind and retains many technological relics and artifacts.

But under the influence of the Chaos God, the empire became increasingly conservative.

Many technologies and treasures are locked in dark corners and slowly corrode.

The top leaders of the empire cannot control them, but he can. He can make use of these treasures collected during the glorious period of mankind.

Those are galaxy-changing things.

There is no need to say much about Iron Man.

That was an important guarantee for humans to colonize the galaxy in the Golden Age, a powerful artificial intelligence robot with the ability to self-upgrade.

Compared to them, the Holy Titan is just an ordinary engineering machine.

It is said that the Emperor recovered some of the tortured and castrated remains of the Iron Man and rebuilt them into automated combat soldiers called "Extinction Machines".

If he could obtain that army, or even find a complete Iron Man and control him, the strength of the territory would increase significantly.

Even if it is not fully used, just studying Iron Man's technology and data will bring huge benefits.

The territory can use these golden age technologies to create powerful planetary war weapons.

There is also the Yemenga Stone, an artifact left over from the glorious days of the Necrons.

Based on the secret information that can be found.

The massive stone tablet had a record of activity during the Great Rift, when it began to glow as a warp rift storm approached.

A perfect anti-psychic field was formed, which allowed the area to remain stable in the warp storm without being affected in any way.

It can be called a perversion.

If humans could also create such an anti-psychic field, they would be able to deal a significant blow to Chaos.

What’s even more surprising is that this is only the defensive function of the Yemenga Stone.

It is actually a productivity technology creation with special functions.

Divinatory visions from an Imperial psyker indicate that the stone tablet uses some technology to physically replicate every Necron vessel it comes into contact with.

When Ron saw the secret record, he was numb.

Wouldn’t that be a perfect 3D printer that also retains the functionality of the original object, which is simply magical.

He couldn't imagine it.

How grand was the war between the Necrons' ancestors, the Fallen, and the Ancients during the War in Heaven?

This led to the Ancient Saints creating the Eldar and the green-skinned orcs to deal with it, and even the Star God of the real universe perished as a result.

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Perhaps artifacts like the Yemenga Stone were just routinely deployed weapons at the time.

It's like driving the empire's most ordinary warship back to the feudal era. It will most likely be regarded as an unrivaled artifact by the local ancients.

Ron didn't even dare to think about it.

How many of those forbidden weapons have been retained by the awakened Necrons and the declining Eldar?

If one day they recover their old technology and use it, what kind of destructive power will they gain?

"Human pills..."

The more Ron thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he became more determined to reform Holy Terra and promote human progress.

If you still retain backward ideas and reject so-called taboos or advanced technologies.

That would be digging your own grave.

Accompanied by the return or revival of ancient races.

Human beings must maintain rapid development and progress so that they will not be pinned to the ground by their enemies one day without any ability to fight back.

In fact, the danger has already arrived.

The webway in the Savior's territory was attacked by forbidden technology. Ordinary defensive force fields and arrays were completely ineffective, resulting in heavy casualties.

There is no way. The territory’s current technology has been upgraded to the Holy Sun Technology.

It's quite effective in protecting against Chaos Demons, but not very effective in protecting against attacks from Aliens and physical technology.

Ron had some doubts.

That was an attack from the Dark Eldar, a branch of the Eldar that retained most of the technology and forbidden weapons of the Eldar Empire.

Cruel and bloodthirsty.

Perhaps the higher-level beings among them have ambitions for the webways they own and have begun to take action.

The Dark Eldar can use the webway technology of the Ancient Eldar to appear in any area.

Destruction is much easier than construction.

If those guys are determined to use forbidden weapons to launch terrorist attacks, it will cause great damage to the construction activities in the Savior's territory.

Moreover, it is difficult to catch them.

That is an extremely troublesome matter and I will definitely be exhausted from dealing with it.

Ron frowned, thinking about how to deal with the Dark Eldar.

How can we catch these beings that can roam around in the Webway and the Milky Way and attack their base camp?
What kind of weapons can be used against these corrupt guys?
Now the weapons technology in the Savior Territory seems a bit taboo to the Empire, but in the larger context of the galaxy.

Still too conventional.

He thought of a forbidden artifact that the empire had come into contact with - the Void Glaze, which was a forbidden creation related to the soul.

It is said that it can allow people to see their true nature.

It is best to use it to deal with Dark Eldar with flawed souls.

The only clue he had now was that the Carcharodon Regiment had once escorted the forbidden artifact, so perhaps he could ask them.

There should also be corresponding records in the Sanctuary Library.

Ron was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't even pay much attention to the Regent's reminder.

In the absence of danger, his body's defensive instinct will not be triggered.

"what happened to you?"

Guilliman reminded the Savior again, somewhat worried about his condition.

Ron reacted and noticed that the people in front of him were looking at him with fear and worry.

He reacted immediately.

I shouldn't look worried in such a public setting.

That will affect the mentality of many citizens of the empire and cause some unnecessary impacts.

"Nothing, I just thought of something."

Ron put those bad thoughts behind him, smiled again, and responded to the greetings from the imperial officials and people.

Overthinking is one of my shortcomings. I always tend to think of things in the worst possible way.

But that is the most basic quality of a person who lives in Taoism.

That's one of the reasons why I rarely fail.

Sometimes Ron envied Guilliman, who could just rush forward when he met an enemy and still win.

Since he is not a son of such luck, he can only think more and be more cautious.

Afterwards, Ron followed the established procedure and boarded a luxurious and bulky ceremonial transport ship with Guilliman.

The "parade" began.

The ceremonial transport ships will pass through some important traffic routes, allowing more citizens of the empire to admire the heroic figure of the Primarch.

Just like half a century ago.

The scenery before my eyes gradually changed from magnificent churches and aristocratic gathering areas to slums.

The hungry poor and disabled looked on expectantly, moving with difficulty between the shabby shacks.

Like maggots crawling in the shadows of Holy Terra.

Half a century ago.

Their fathers witnessed the return of the Ultimate Primarch and the Imperial Regent, and chased the viewing transports, eager for redemption.

However, whether before or after the return of the Primarch.

The lives of these poor people at the bottom of society have not changed much and remain the same as always.

Maybe it got a little worse.

The Indomitable Crusade consumed a large amount of material resources, making the already impoverished empire even worse.

But that is a necessary sacrifice.

Of course, these low-level sufferers would not understand why Holy Terra would pay so much to save humans who are countless light years away.

Instead of saving yourself from starving to death?

Now, these devout sufferers, like last time, are chasing the ceremonial transport ship belonging to the Primarch of Hope.

I hope that the existence called the Savior can bless me and allow me to be saved.

Ron looked at those suffering people, smiled at them, and responded to the expectant looks as much as possible.

Their suffering will not last long.

If nothing unexpected happens, Holy Terra will undergo earth-shaking changes after the victory celebration.

The prerequisite is that these people can survive hunger and pain until that day.

Fortunately, that day will not come too late, and there is a high probability that they will all survive.

Suddenly, Ron noticed a hidden gaze.

That is a gaze.

He turned his head and saw the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine and her twin holy attendants.

The appearance of that place has not changed much, it is still holy and beautiful.

The long silver hair, white angel wings and the exquisite body covered with armor attracted many eyes.

Any normal man cannot ignore the existence of the silver-haired angel and the twin holy servants.

Some nobles even had some taboo ideas.

But they only dared to think about it in the depths of their minds, and did not even dare to reveal the slightest blasphemous look.

Saint Celestine remained as cold as ice.

But Ron knew that it was this silver-haired angel who was secretly looking at him and the twin holy attendants beside him.

After many years.

Saint Celestine became much more cheerful and no longer suffered so much pain in her heart.

The residual soul energy of the Savior brought about so many changes in her, bringing sunshine into her closed and gloomy heart.

The silver-haired angel dreamed of the Savior more and more often, especially after witnessing that scene.

"Saint Celestine..."

Ron walked over, maintaining an elegant and noble posture: "Do you want to talk to me about something?"

However, as he approached.

The silver-haired angel and the twin holy attendants were a little panicked.

"fine."

Saint Celestine uttered these two words stiffly, and walked to another part of the deck nervously.

Ron stopped walking, confused: "What's going on? Did I offend her?"

Afterwards, he noticed more burning gazes.

Those gazes came from princesses, noble ladies, and young ladies among high-ranking nobles and officials, and were filled with many desires.

She was even flirting with me, and I was almost wet.

He can even feel it.

Those eyes penetrated his robe and saw his naked body.

At a glance.

They seem to know every inch of their bodies.

???

Ron pulled his robes tighter, with only one thought in his mind:
"Oh no, these women are greedy for my body..."

Such a strange phenomenon made him vaguely alert.

Could it be that the Lord of Pleasure has influenced this place and corrupted the top leaders of Holy Terra?

That's a big deal!
Wait for the viewing transport ship to arrive at the destination.

Ron didn't even have time to attend the dinner, and immediately sent the elite members of the Ers Tribunal to investigate the matter.

At the same time, a letter was sent to ask the imperial guards for help.

However, the result was beyond his expectation...

(End of this chapter)