Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 460: The Merchant Queen: Yes, I am pregnant with the Savior’s child…

Hall of Glory.

This magnificent hall is located in the Square of Heroes outside the Imperial Palace and is surrounded by statues of many primarchs.

Unfortunately, due to the rebellion, many statues of disloyal primarchs have been toppled and razed.

Most of the owners of the remaining statues have died or disappeared, and this place has become a restricted area, only temporarily opened during major festivals.

Today, there are lights flickering faintly in the Qun Ying Square.

Because two of the owners of the statue complex returned, the dusty Hall of Glory saw the light of day again.

A lavish banquet was going on, with acolytes and servant skulls shuttling around. Those participating in the banquet were all dignitaries and bureaucrats who controlled the fate of the galaxy.

Ron held a glass of priceless Quartis red wine produced in the Garden World, took a sip, and complained:
"Tsk, this stuff is not as good as the wine produced in our Green Wave Farm world..."

The Primarch's deputy, Taco, took a sip and echoed, "The taste of this wine is indeed not as good as our Lafite. The taste is not pure and mellow enough, and it can't bring depth and clarity of thinking."

The grape seeds in Green Wave Farm come from the golden age and have the cleanest and purest growing environment, so they can naturally produce top-quality wines.

It was named by the savior himself, and the best one is 82 Lafite.

Taco doesn't know why 82 is the top grade, but he thinks this naming may contain some kind of sacred number mystery.

"Once the network of the territory is safely opened, we must promote our specialties, especially bananas, which are unique in the galaxy."

Ron has always been more concerned with making money, and it's time for people to get a taste of the big banana of the 3K era.

Afterwards, he had an enthusiastic conversation with the commander-in-chief of the Star Army and other high-ranking officials with whom he had a good relationship, and did not contact other dignitaries and bureaucrats.

Instead, he asked Taco to communicate on his behalf in the name of the Primarch.

It is better to leave these intrigues and py transactions to professionals.

Ron used his psychic powers to pass the wine glass to a robot servant, then left the bustling hall and walked towards the balcony area.

He was not a politician like Guilliman, who could adapt to these social occasions and chat and laugh with strangers, nor did he like such an environment.

I can't pee in the same pot with those corrupt dignitaries.

What's more, I have the confidence to refuse.

Those dignitaries and bureaucrats who tried to contact the Primarch realized that the being did not want to contact them and did not disturb them too much.

They knew that the Empire's genetically modified warriors would always have some quirks or twisted personalities.

In fact, compared to other gene warriors, this Primarch is friendly enough.

At least the character is normal.

However, these dignitaries and bureaucrats did not give up, but instead gestured to their female relatives.

I hope they can come into contact with the original body. If something can happen, that would be the best outcome.

But before the ladies could get close, they were gently stopped by invisible spiritual energy.

Their burning gazes still lingered on the Principal, as if they wanted to see him naked, and it was chilling.

Ron felt more and more weird.

He quickly walked out of the hall, getting rid of those gazes, and came to a balcony.

The reliefs on the stone platform are full of traces of time.

It is said that this theater-like building can be traced back to the ancient times of Terra.

At that time, humans had not yet left their home planet. They used primitive cold weapons to fight endlessly and built arenas for the warriors to entertain themselves.

The Colosseum still exists and has become the residence of the Terra Elders.

He took a brief look at it during his pilgrimage and it looked familiar. So it must be the ancient Roman Colosseum.

I don’t know whether this is a parallel world or the future of the Earth?
Weak races cannot contact or know the existence of higher dimensions.

Ron had been to some feudal or post-industrial revolution planets. They had no way of exploring the world outside the galaxy, nor did they know what was happening in the Milky Way.

Their radars couldn't even pick up the electromagnetic frequencies of Imperial warships.

Until one day, a disaster of heresy and aliens came, and everything was destroyed without knowing why.

"Hiss, isn't this too high-profile?"

After night fell, a statue in the Square of Heroes lit up, attracting a lot of attention.

Ron saw at a glance that it was the statue of his own explosive primarch.

Due to engineering errors and high-intensity stacking of materials by the Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Astra Militarum, this statue is not only one machine taller than the other statues.

The machinery inside emits a dazzling golden light, forming a halo surrounding the statue.

Make it more sacred.

Compared with the pure stone statues of other primarchs, his own statue is simply added with special effects and stands out from the crowd.

Wouldn't it affect his relationship with other Primarchs by being so high-profile?
Fortunately, Guilliman is not that stingy and knows that he likes special effects, so there won’t be any problem.

Ron took a deep breath to calm himself.

Even in the core area of ​​Holy Terra, the air quality is still terribly bad, full of rust and various strong incense and makeup powders.

Maybe people here are used to it.

He looked at the gray and cold hive buildings in the distance and frowned slightly.

Perhaps this world of human throne is even more filthy than imagined, and heresy and chaos are inevitable.

Especially the cunning ones.

Those things are everywhere, and any ship older than that will have some of them lurking around.

There is simply no way to finish it.

Many ship commanders even condone the existence of thieves and keep them within a safe range, which can greatly increase the work efficiency of the ship.

There is no better worker in the galaxy than Ji Ze, who is loyal, hardworking and never complains.

As long as the day of ascension does not come, it will be the most high-quality nuclear-powered cattle and horses.

He seriously suspected that there were some thieves on Holy Terra as well.

After all, there is a severe shortage of labor on Holy Terra, and all kinds of affairs from the empire's territory cannot be handled completely.

Even more troublesome is heresy.

The last time he came to Holy Terra, he encountered a heretical sect causing chaos, and even the "Emperor selling ditches incident", which almost shook the empire.

After I resolve the power distribution and administrative efficiency of Holy Terra, I will have to clean up the entire planet and completely eliminate the hidden dangers.

The Savior Territory has extensive experience in similar cleanup activities and should be able to solve the related problems well.

"Savior..."

A soft voice came.

A noble lady wearing a gorgeous dress and with a beautiful face and figure walked over.

Being a psyker herself, she let go of all her mental defenses and gently absorbed herself into the Primarch's psionic barrier.

Then he walked in with his two daughters.

There are few signs of transformation on these beautiful ladies.

No matter her figure or appearance, she is at the top of the galaxy. Every movement she makes is full of dignity, yet with a hint of temptation.

"Ms. Dale?"

Ron vaguely remembered the lady's name and did not feel too much disgust.

She is the heiress and merchant queen of an ancient merchant family, owning more than a dozen territories in remote star regions and numerous merchant ships.

It is considered to be a relatively good trading force in the Milky Way, and its routes can cover one or two star regions.

This is also the reason why they dare to contact the Primarch.

"Sir, after the banquet, are you free to visit the Chaos family's bedroom?

We hope to entertain you and discuss some matters regarding trade routes..."

The whiteness of Dale's chest trembled slightly, her eyes were full of charm, and she placed special emphasis on the matter of hospitality.

She had learned of this being's character through secret channels.

Compared to the Imperial Regent's cold attitude, the Primarch of Hope was more likely to accept the invitation and go to his own private spaceship bedroom.

He was a little more indulgent.

Especially after seeing that scene myself, I became even more convinced.

???

Ron understood Dale's hint. The other party wanted to join forces to deal with him.

The heir to a family of wandering merchants wanted to seek protection through closer relationships and form some kind of alliance of interests.

He knew that Rogue Merchants were rather reckless and often did things that crossed the empire's bottom line and even got involved with forbidden entities.

But the bold invitation from Snow White still surprised him a little. After all, not everyone dared to make such a request to a Primarch.

I can only say that she... is quite good at judging people.

But that was before.

Ron was a little hesitant now. He was thinking about the purpose of this heir to the Rogue Trader.

A simple transaction, assassination or a deeper plot?
Don't blame him for overthinking.

Since arriving in Holy Terra, he had not only encountered those strange looks, but also encountered multiple assassination attempts and even captured a high-level Dark Eldar assassin.

The Dark Eldar assassin, armed with forbidden weapons powerful enough to destroy atoms and souls, self-annihilated upon capture.

There is no way to track it.

Those dignitaries and bureaucrats have fought for many centuries on the land of Holy Terra and have long known how to avoid risks and prevent others from catching them.

But what is certain is that there are many people who wish they were dead.

They do not want to change the power structure that has been maintained for ten thousand years, nor do they want the era of Primarch's rule to come.

In the past, the regent made many compromises for the sake of the empire's situation and the Indomitable Crusade, but still allowed these people to hold on to power.

But the Primarch Savior was coming with such force that they had no choice but to take the risk.

Fortunately, with the victory celebration approaching, the two sides are still fighting but not breaking each other.

Ron was also being patient, preparing to deal with them after the champagne was opened.

What's more, Holy Terra has the most rigorous military defense system in the entire galaxy, and many of them are controlled by the high-level officials of Terra.

The military force he had on the surface of Holy Terra was not enough to completely suppress the situation here and avoid large-scale chaos.

"grown ups?"

Dale saw the Savior hesitate and his breathing became heavy, so he asked carefully.

The special and charming fragrance even touched the Savior's face.

"it is good."

Ron nodded and accepted the invitation from the big white man. He also wanted to know what the other party wanted to do.

When Dale heard the savior's promise, the white hair on her chest trembled even more violently, and she and her daughters all smiled in surprise.

The reason why she was so eager was that she really wanted to seek the protection of the Primarch.

Although Empire won several battles, he was released from the ICU.

But many regions were still suffering, and were even more difficult and unstable because of the heavy tithes caused by the Indomitable Crusade.

The territory of the merchant family where Dale was located was even more severely eroded by Chaos, and the military suffered heavy casualties.

The trading routes were also attacked by alien pirates.

The entire family has become weakened and may be on the verge of collapse.

She concealed this information as much as possible, not wanting her family to completely lose its glory and honor.

Become a second-rate existence.

In that case, they may invite an even more tragic fate.

To maintain the family.

Dale had to seek shelter from a powerful being.

But there are not many people who can protect an ancient merchant family, and those who do would rather seize their family property.

She searched for a long time before she found the right person - the Primarch of Hope, the Savior.

That person is a legend in the empire, wealthy and generous enough, and also keen on business and trade, so he can bring help to the other party.

More importantly, I hope the Primarch has more human emotions and can accept some private transactions.

Instead of being like the legendary Primarch who was not interested in women.

Some taboo materials even pointed out that the original body was mentally castrated, had no interest in the same sex or the opposite sex, and was unable to perform normal mating behavior.

Fortunately, Hope Primarch is special, and many people know this.

Of course, Dale also has his own plans.

She hopes to conceive with the blood of the Savior for a deeper bond.

It was difficult for those genetically modified Primarchs to have offspring, but Dale was not worried about that.

She possessed an ancient technological relic from the Dark Ages of Humanity. As long as the Primarch could leave body fluids on her or her daughters, she would be able to conceive with the other's bloodline.

Thinking of this, Dale looked at the Savior with a more affectionate look.

That was the father of her outstanding offspring.

Her children would take the Primarch's surname and Chaos' family heritage, and form a larger merchant dynasty.

Ron didn't notice this; psykers were always better at hiding their thoughts.

He received a secret message about the date.

But it's tomorrow night, and I have some things to deal with tonight.

Just now.

The Ers Inquisition has discovered the truth about the strange gazes and hopes that the Savior can come and deal with it personally.

The tone was quite serious.

After receiving the report, Ron left the party on the pretext of something and quickly rushed to the location mentioned in the intelligence.

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The city of wishers.

The aristocratic area on the top floor of the hive city.

The buildings and decorations here are luxurious, but appear rather decayed and dry, with almost no plants to be seen.

There is no natural water in Holy Terra, and any plants are extremely luxurious, even some nobles cannot afford it.

After all, they couldn't ask the transport fleet stationed on Holy Terra to give them extra preferential treatment; that would require more power.

But that was only on Holy Terra.

Many of them have their own garden worlds in other galaxies, but they rarely visit them.

No one wants to be away from the center of power for long.

That could cost you everything.

Today, the residence of this high-ranking official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been investigated by the forces of the Ordo Urs, and forbidden items related to the Primarch have been found in the secret room.

The women in the secret room were also arrested.

The people from the Imperial Inquisition were blocked outside and were cursing.

The bastards from the Ers Tribunal came to their doorstep to steal business, but they didn't dare to take any drastic actions.

After all, the Primarch of Hope is on Holy Terra.

"Lord Savior."

The people of the Imperial Inquisition made bitter faces, saluted respectfully, and watched the Primarch of Hope walk into the mansion.

These inquisitors received the orders casually given by the Primarch and had to guard the periphery and block the news.

Although they didn't know what the news was.

The Inquisitors wanted to rebel a little, after all, they had a sacred mission and were only responsible to the great Emperor.

But they still backed down.

After offending the Primarch, the people above him might not be able to cover it up. What if the Grand Master gets beaten by the Primarch as a result?
Even if you hit him, it will be in vain.

In the secret room, a bureaucratic lady who was wearing almost nothing was tied up. She seemed to be a follower of some sect.

When the bureaucrat lady saw the original body coming, she became even more nervous and lowered her head.

Her body trembled even more violently.

"What did you find?"

Ron asked his Inquisitor directly, suspecting that there might be a corrupt altar or activity related to Slaanesh here.

But before he got a reply, he received a huge shock.

"Hiss~ What is this?!"

Ron closed his eyes in agony: "Damn it, my reputation is ruined in an instant!"

On the wall of the secret room, there is a huge relief portrait.

It was so sacred, with flying angels, the imperial cross and holy inscriptions.

There is also the heroic presence of the Primarch of Hope.

The only abrupt thing is that the heroic figure is a bit explosive, like a 3D high-definition version of the horseless original body, a damaged, beautiful, strong and miserable version.

The big guy is clearly visible.

Ron was numb.

He seemed to understand a little bit about the strange gazes he had encountered before. No wonder he felt like he was being seen through.

Isn’t this the scene where he was tortured by the Lord of Pleasure before? It seems that it was broadcast live to the Empire and the Galaxy in some form.

This has spread to Holy Terra, can it be spread to the entire galaxy?
"grown ups……"

The judge did not dare to look at the blasphemous scene, and said tremblingly: "We found blasphemous items about you in this secret room.

Not only here, similar things have been found in several other places.

According to the information obtained from the interrogation, these blasphemous things have spread widely and may involve multiple territories in the galaxy..."

All right.

Ron's heart finally settled down.

He had been in the war zone before and didn't pay much attention to this matter.

Anyway, it's just a brief scene, and only some powerful psychics or high-level beings will accidentally come into contact with it, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Unexpectedly, these images were circulated and further exaggerated and beautified, becoming popular among many members of the opposite sex.

Collect in secret.

In other words, there are countless people in the galaxy who have admired the powerful and horseless portrait of the great Primarch and Savior.

Many ladies see themselves through perspective.

What's even more terrifying is.

Some of these groups have secretly formed sects, developing a special faith based on the worship of the Primarch and his portraits.

It even spread to the outside world, forming legends and universal beliefs.

"Is it about my faith that spreads so quickly?"

Ron looked at the crucifixion of the Savior in his hand and frowned slightly.

The statue is not as explosive as the portrait, but it is an image of his own suffering, appearing sacred and compassionate.

According to intelligence, there is a legend about the Crucifixion of the Savior.

In order to protect the people of the empire, the savior was cruelly tortured by the evil female demon.

But he did not surrender. Instead, he defeated the evil female demon and protected countless lives.

Worshiping these crucifixion statues of the Savior can bring blessings from that being, especially for children and women.

In addition to providing protection and safety, it also has effects similar to beautifying the skin, helping with childbirth, and protecting the fetus.

Therefore, many citizens of the empire would worship or have their children wear the image of the Savior’s crucifixion.

“This effect is quite complex…”

Ron was speechless.

But it is also understandable that only when something is fully functional, simple and down-to-earth can it spread quickly among the people. If it is too high-end, it will be difficult to spread.

In fact, this is also a pleasant surprise.

He had also planned to spread his beliefs throughout the empire.

Now that we have a faith foundation, it will be easier to promote it.

Ron looked at the explosive relief portrait on the wall again, but the matter of the portrait and the secret sect was difficult to deal with.

He hesitated whether to label it as heresy and blasphemy and impose a total ban and raid.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

There's no way, this thing has spread too widely.

A real full-on hunt.

The Inquisition of Naes really had to sneak into the boudoirs of noble ladies and young ladies every day, which had a very bad impact.

After all, those who can get these are basically from aristocratic or bureaucratic families.

And it's hard to catch clean.

They are just some portraits, much better than the rumors about the emperor selling his dick.

Ron felt a little more balanced when he thought of this.

What's more, he didn't detect any chaotic aura, and the faith and joy generated by it seemed to be absorbed by the dark side of the little sun.

Does this count as stealing food from the Lord of Joy to some extent?
According to this line of thinking, it may be a good thing.

Rather than letting these nobles party and be corrupted, it would be more positive to look at their own portraits.

"Leave it alone. Don't worry about this matter."

Ron ordered the Inquisitor to remove the mechanical shackles from the bureaucrat, and then left with her.

The bureaucratic lady dared to look up after a while.

She looked at the savior's departing back and felt an inexplicable impulse in her heart.

As a member of the Cult of Redemption's Joy.

How she wished she could call out to that being and ask him to leave his emblem on the portrait of the Savior's Passion.

But she didn't dare to do so, and just kept the image of the savior firmly in her mind.

These impressions can create more and more wonderful paintings of the Passion of the Savior.

It didn't take long.

The bureaucratic lady then sealed the secret room and secretly took out some instruments that could please herself.

She walked up to the image of the Savior’s Passion and activated…

Then, the cult member experienced unimaginable pleasure.

Those members of the secret sect believed that such special, unnatural gifts could not be produced by ordinary communication.

This joyful belief gathers in some form on the dark side of the sun of hope.
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Eternity's Gate.

This huge square, large enough to accommodate many legions, was bustling with activity as relevant departments were preparing the venue for the victory celebration.

But soon new departments joined.

The ceremony preparation department of the Imperial Regent and Primarch of Hope came and forcefully took over all related matters.

Expelled irrelevant people, etc.

This made Holy Terra, which was already undercurrent, even more nervous.

In unknown corners, the Savior's ceremony preparation department set up more secret mechanical facilities.

The airspace over Holy Terra is gradually becoming crowded.

Nobles, commanders, and governors from all over the empire came one after another, hoping to participate in this grand ceremony unprecedented in the history of the empire.

Some ships also have special cargo hidden in them.

at the same time.

Inside the bedroom of a luxurious merchant spaceship.

Ron woke up from the soft big bed, surrounded by the merchant queen Dale and her daughters.

They had friendly exchanges last night and reached a number of cooperation agreements.

This is also a valuable trading force for the Savior's territory, which can better supplement the scarce transportation capacity.

After Ron comforted this close ally, he pulled up his pants and left.

I warned myself more and more in my heart to restrain myself.

He was somewhat aware that some of the Lord of Joy's spiritual power still had an impact on him.

Make yourself more indulgent.

Perhaps this is His purpose, to cause Himself to fall and become corrupt.

Fortunately, everything is still under control.

Dale also achieved her goal.

She looked at the departing savior with tender eyes.

Then, she gently stroked her belly, faintly emitting a hint of maternal glow.

With the help of that ancient relic from the dark technological age, she will have a noble offspring.

hope so……

(End of this chapter)