Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 461: A Private Invitation from the Silver-haired Angel

Dale didn't know.

Her subconscious actions had long been detected by the Savior's psychic consciousness.

"It was a deal, but that woman has bad intentions..."

Ron walked out of the luxurious bedroom and sighed slightly.

It was originally a political alliance formed by using sex to form subordinate relationships, but I didn't expect that the merchant queen actually wanted to be the mother of his own child.

Then you can't blame yourself.

The status of the Primarch is so honorable that, unless he betrays the Empire, he naturally possesses the top political status.

Anyone or anything related to it will have unimaginable benefits.

Simply put, the Primarch is a combination of faith, power and force.

Even if you wake up with nothing, you will have great power as long as you return to the empire.

Those descendants of the chapter who used the genes of the Primarch would naturally obey under the guidance of their bloodline, and would be welcomed and worshipped by the people of the Empire wherever they went.

Return to the center of power.

There are countless dignitaries and bureaucrats in the Empire who hope to gain the favor of the Primarch and gain benefits from it.

Even if a beggar on the street is recognized by the Primarch, he has the opportunity to become a being above trillions of people.

For example, the savior has the power to appoint anyone as the manager of the planet, or to reward a planet or even a garden world to anyone as private property.

It depends on whether he is willing.

Substitute it.

You are walking down the street one day.

Suddenly, a golden man descends from the sky and says to you: "Boy, you are very talented, I am willing to take you as my adopted son.

From now on, this planet under your feet will be your private property."

Then, you will be given the emblem of the Primarch, move into the Governor's Palace under the protection of the Emperor's Angels, and hold the supreme power of the planet.

You got everything you dreamed of.

Even if you don't know anything, you can learn slowly. The political elites and powerful guards around you can help you rule this planet well.

Those planetary nobles and bureaucrats are servile to you, and countless women hope to climb into your bed.

All this is just because the Primarch favors you.

However, the truth is even more exaggerated.

As the territory continues to expand.

Many Lower Nest civilians who previously were hungry and worse off than slaves have now followed the Savior and grown into beings that rule over several galaxies.

They are not much more powerful than the other trillions of humans, and there are many more talented people.

But these people were fortunate enough to gain the trust of the Savior and receive unimaginable resources and training.

Naturally, you will soar to the top.

If Dale of the Chaos family could become pregnant with the Primarch's child, the benefits would be even more terrifying.

That's enough profit to drive people crazy.

She doesn't have to do anything but give birth to the child to have an excellent offspring.

That descendant inherited the genes of the Primarch and was destined to become a powerful warrior and even develop into a powerful Space Marine Legion.

Even if that doesn't work, they can still use their status as the Primarch's bloodline to seize a lot of power in the Empire or the Savior's territory.

Of course, this matter is not that simple.

But those families that have developed over many centuries know how to achieve their goals by relying on the Primarch's bloodline without angering the Primarch.

Dale studied the savior's character and decided to lead the family to completely rely on the other party after the child was born.

To take orders from the One who exists for everything, including herself.

She just needs to play the role of a mother, raise the child well and build deep emotions.

In the future, you will naturally get everything you want.

Ron himself knew this very well because there had been too many beauties who wanted to be his child's mother.

The Primarch is a product of genetic technology, and it is indeed not easy for it to have offspring.

But that is not absolute.

The old Chinese doctor Fabius was able to use the genes of the Primarch to clone a complete Primarch. There are naturally many technologies or relics in the galaxy that can achieve this goal.

If those guys get their hands on my body fluids, it's possible that they could actually cultivate my own bloodline offspring.

What would I do then? Would I kill my own blood descendants, a baby?
That was a difficult decision. With his personality, he couldn't do such a thing. He could only accept it and deal with the follow-up matters.

Unfortunately, Dale's attempt to eat the peach was doomed to fail.

Because Ron chose to take precautions before it happens, he used weak psychic energy to completely destroy any genetic fluid the moment it left the body.

Its genetic structure is completely destroyed.

This is similar to some celebrities and wealthy people in his previous life who always carried chili sauce with them.

In order to pay a huge amount of compensation for not leaving any offspring, those guys would pour hot pepper sauce into their body fluids after the fact.

Prevent body fluids from re-entering the body in some form.

There were even cases where, after the incident, those who wanted to leave offspring secretly poured body fluids mixed with chili sauce into their bodies, causing them to scream and call 120.

Judging from the current situation, Ron does not want to leave any bloodline offspring.

That would be too risky.

This is because bloodline descendants will naturally share power and are uncontrollable, not to mention the existence of the corrupt Chaos God in this world.

Even the emperor could not avoid such risks, and thus learned a painful lesson.

He is a typical negative example.

Those twenty primarchs and their descendants were indeed powerful and provided a great boost to his power.

But those primarchs all had their own unique views, forming several small groups, disliking each other, and even causing many conflicts.

The Primarchs had their own ideals and pursuits, which conflicted with the Emperor's ideas, causing them to hate their father one after another.

In the end, he betrayed the Emperor under the instigation of the Chaos God.

It can be said to be a great filial piety.

It is not known whether the Emperor, now sitting in the golden toilet, regrets creating these Primarchs, or regrets not guiding them well.

Ron felt that the Emperor himself was regretful, especially after seeing the horrible appearance of the fallen Primarch.

The once beloved Primarch, the Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim, almost made the old man faint with anger.

Throughout history, emperors, rulers, and high-ranking powerful families have always seen scenes of fathers and sons killing each other.

All we can say is that resistance to patriarchy is eternal.

He does not have the confidence to train a qualified successor yet, and he does not need to.

Because one is an eternal being.

Moreover, he had too many grudges with the Four Chaos Gods, and they were most likely watching him, looking for flaws.

If he really had children, he would probably be targeted and corrupted.

After all, it is much easier to corrupt a young child than a strong-willed adult Primarch.

Ron could imagine what would happen if he had a bloodline heir.

beginning:
My child, when you were born, the entire Holy Land of Ers was whispering your name.

I watch with pride as you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

You must remember that we have always ruled this vast territory with kindness and wisdom.

I also believe that you will use your power prudently, treat countless people with kindness, and save them from suffering.

Become a new legend.

develop:

The descendants of the savior grew up day by day and had their own army and power.

He often felt confused, did not understand what his father did, and longed for more fame and fortune.

Even more worrying is that he finds his father is gradually losing his humanity.

Some voices were whispering, telling him that his father, the savior, had deceived everyone and wanted to ascend to the throne of God with the souls of countless people.

It's time for him to do something for this prosperous territory and for the future of mankind.

Or maybe that is my innate mission...

ending:

Father, I never wanted this, never wanted to unleash my legions.

Together we once drove away the darkness of the old night of ignorance and established a prosperous territory, but you deceived me and deceived all of us.

You secretly stole the power of the gods and lied to your son.

Humanity does not need a high god. The future will be destroyed by your ruthless divinity.

If your demise is the only option for humanity's prosperity, then there is nothing I can do... to defeat you!
Even if it means the flames of war spread from the sky to the edge of the galaxy, the oceans boil and the stars fall, and I have to drain my last drop of blood.

I will release humanity in the blazing fire of the galaxy, and bring prosperity with your death!
"We can't let the galaxy burn again. No matter how strong humans are, they can't withstand this..."

Ron felt a little annoyed when he thought about this. This was entirely possible.

What's more, the power of the Four Chaos Gods is much stronger than before, and they also have operational experience.

They have enough time and patience to cultivate an enhanced version of Horus in the galaxy.

If possible, try not to give them a chance.

He also didn't want any of his bloodline descendants to run up to him one day and shout, "Old Dengna, come and kill me!"
Perhaps one day when the galaxy is pacified, I can learn from the emperor and train a few descendants to fight for me outside the galaxy.

Defend against the Great Devourer and conquer the universe.

Then I can retire happily, travel around the universe, and enjoy the endless wonders of this world.

That was a long, long time in the future, and it was not certain whether I could survive this galactic disaster.

Let’s deal with the galaxy’s issues first and protect the future of mankind.

Ron thought of something and took out his badge.

The dark gold emblem flew backwards under the control of psychic power, passed through the dormitory door and landed in front of Dale.

He had no ill feelings toward the merchant queen.

This emblem is also a kind of protection, representing that there will be more cooperation between the Savior's Territory and her merchant family.

"Savior..."

Dale was more and more surprised, and held the savior's emblem tightly against her heart.

She thought this was the Primarch's promise, and perhaps her child would receive more love.

Little did he know that it was just some kind of compensation from the savior for his ruthlessness towards him.

Maybe one day in the future, she will be able to obtain all of that...
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bang bang bang-

Armor-piercing bombs roared.

The Thunder Guard Champions unleashed a merciless saturation attack, utterly destroying a mechanically enhanced human.

Transform it into a flaming ceramic-steel mixture.

That was the assassin who attempted to attack the Primarch.

Ron stood in the middle of a street in the port, looking at the burning flames coldly, without any surprise.

"How many times has this happened?"

He could not come up with the right answer. There had been too many assassinations, either overtly or covertly. The dignitaries and bureaucrats of the empire were experts in this.

"All that glitters is rotten inside. Never doubt this most dangerous world in the galaxy. Even for a second, it can be fatal!"

"Traveler" Turin, Wolf Blade of the Belisarius family, once commented on Holy Terra in this way.

This throne world is where the Empire's elite are most densely populated.

They are the most ruthless, lawless, and power-hungry ambitious people selected from hundreds of millions of civilized worlds.

Those guys hope to realize their ambitions here, and no one can stop them, not even their closest relatives if necessary.

The center of power is always full of killing.

This is the center of power of the entire galaxy. Too many conspiracies and killings are going on, and fratricide between fathers and sons is just the norm.

Today, Holy Terra harbors too much ill will toward itself.

He must be careful and take precautions.

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Those assassins may possess some relic technology that can penetrate psychic barriers and inflict fatal damage on themselves.

Ron had been the victim of many assassination attempts before, but the current assassination attempts were too frequent.

"Are you treating me like a boss?"

He felt helpless because this was not his territory.

With the tacit approval of many forces, even the murderer behind the scenes is difficult to find.

Fortunately, those guys will pay the price for what they did soon.

Ron sighed slightly, and walked towards the space elevator under the protection of the Thunder Guard Champion.

Suddenly, he stopped.

The Thunder Guard Champion detected something and reacted immediately. The personal shield guard immediately lit up the shield to protect the original body.

Others raised their weapons and pointed them at the area where the threat was coming from.

"Savior, we have no ill intentions..."

Two figures with white wings landed on the ground and spoke in unison.

They are the twin holy attendants of the living saint, the silver-haired angel.

They have pretty faces, like holy angel maids, and the bloodstains on their white soft armor make them even more beautiful.

One of the holy servants was holding a dead agent wearing a virtual camouflage suit.

The holy attendant threw the agent's body on the ground and said in a voice as sweet as an oriole: "We found an assassin who wanted to harm you and have dealt with him for you."

Ron nodded and smiled gently: "Thank you very much. If you need help in the future, just come to me."

He had saved the silver-haired angel and used the energy of the little sun to relieve the pain in her soul.

Although there were not many contacts afterwards, that existence should be considered as one's ally.

Friends come with good wine, and jackals have shotguns.

We should show kindness to our own people.

The twin holy servants looked at each other and said respectfully: "Our master would like to invite you to visit her residence..."

Ron was quite surprised by the invitation.

In my impression, the silver-haired angel, as a living saint worshipped by the empire, has a rather cold attitude.

Apart from participating in battles, she hardly communicates with others.

"Perhaps you have some important information to tell me?"

Ron thought so.

The silver-haired angel is loyal to the empire itself. She probably can't stand the current situation anymore and wants to participate in this struggle.

She might be able to become a true ally.

Of course, all major departments and forces in the empire now claim to be loyal to the empire, but their forms of loyalty are different.

Some people follow the ideals left by the Emperor and Malcador.

Hopefully, humans will take control of Imperial power, rather than handing it off to genetically engineered warriors.

That was the purpose of the emperor establishing this political system.

Mortals exercised their authority in various departments of Holy Terra to govern the Empire, while the Space Marines, led by the Primarch, fought outside to expand the territory and eliminate the enemies of humanity.

This was also one of the reasons why the Primarchs rebelled.

After the Great Crusade, they were bound by too many constraints and had to obey the orders of mortals.

Even if they think the schedule is not reasonable.

Therefore, the Cricket Emperor treated the Primarch's children as tools to be discarded after their use.

Even Guilliman himself was in a state of depression for a long time after waking up.

I guess when he established the Second Empire, he felt secretly happy in his heart, as he had finally freed himself from the constraints of the emperor.

Later, when he heard that the old man was still alive, he panicked and ran to rescue him.

However, the situation in the empire later changed and it entered a period of decadence.

The Primarchs were needed to keep the Imperium alive.

Therefore, after Guilliman returned, he was able to successfully ascend to the position of Regent of the Empire.

However, many people only obeyed temporarily, but still held their previous views in their hearts and did not want the Primarch to rule over mankind.

Therefore, after Empire came out of the ICU, those beings became active again.

Especially if you want to reform yourself.

Those people are even more reluctant to give up the power in their hands.

In fact, Ron could understand it.

Because his reforms were to make the empire fit in with the savior's territory and to integrate all departments and forces, rather than making it a loose mess.

In their view, this is a relatively extreme measure of centralization.

In fact, his ultimate goal was centralization, with himself as the savior having the final say in the empire. It was normal for there to be resistance in the process.

Given the current situation, such reforms must be carried out.

Because centralized rule can best inspire the power of an ethnic group.

Things like the mustache mentioned above made Germany burst out with amazing energy in poverty, but it was a bit too extreme.

Even in America, which was known as a democracy in the past, there were wartime presidents.

In times of crisis, there must be someone who has the final say and brings all the forces together.

Rather than struggling over interests.

Today's empires are in a situation of mutual struggle.

Even within the more peaceful pseudo-academic organization, the Mechanicus, two Forge Worlds would fight for a certain unearthed relic.

The same is true for state religions, where disputes over doctrines are even more bloody.

Ron has his own ambitions and hopes to end it all.

The Empire has only one sun.

In the past, mankind had the Emperor as its leader, and now it has him as its savior. Humanity has a bright future.

Of course, he couldn't expose such ambitions openly.

Now the forces of the Empire still appear to respect this Primarch of Hope.

But if he dares to say, "I want to be the emperor of mankind," then the eighteen princes might come to Holy Terra to fight for his country.

Even Guilliman would object to this decision.

If Lao Ji takes out his power sword and says, "My sword is not at all disadvantage," then it will be really fun.

In this case, Ron will not completely change the political system, nor will he directly declare rule.

Rather, it is a subtle influence.

The most effective measure is to launch a coup in the name of the emperor, kill a group of people, force some high lords to retire, and replace them with new ones.

Then Holy Terra was transformed, the management model was reformed, and the Mechanical Goddess's network was used to assist the Empire's inefficient human resource management.

Place as many of your own people as possible into Holy Terra, and at the same time promote this model to more territories.

After that, it’s just a matter of waiting for time to take effect.

Several generations later, Holy Terra had more of its own people serving as senior officials, and he, the savior, had both management tools and supreme prestige.

Naturally, you can rule the entire empire.

That's what everyone expects.

Of course, you can also learn from Horus, set the galaxy on fire, and kill all those who oppose you on Holy Terra.

But that's not cost-effective.

The empire's territory is too vast, and the top leaders of Holy Terra all have their own forces, territories, and countless civilized worlds.

They don't obey my rule, and I can't kill them one by one. It will take a long time.

It will only make Chaos and Alien open champagne.

In short, the goal is to make more allies and fewer enemies.

Build high walls, store up abundant food, and slowly become king.

That silver-haired angel is a good ally.

Tomorrow is the day of the victory celebration. No one knows what kind of conflict it will cause. It would be good to have an extra ally.

Ron accepted the invitation of the Gemini Holy Attendants and went to the sanctuary of the Silver-haired Angel.

……

Living Saint Sanctuary.

Ron followed the twin holy attendants through the hall with angel statues, and passed through a long corridor, and finally arrived at the destination.

The twin holy attendants turned around and saluted, and a hint of white could be seen: "Sir, the master is waiting for you inside."

"Is this a private bedroom?"

Ron was quite confused, as if he was going to the bedroom of the holy angel.

It was exactly the same feeling as yesterday when we went to the Merchant Queen’s spaceship, and there were also three people.

"Your master, are you ready to meet me here?"

Ron asked curiously, but received a strange look from the twin saints.

“That look…”

He felt vaguely familiar, as if he was seen through.

My goodness, isn’t that just like the ladies and young ladies before? Could it be that they have also seen those blasphemous statues of the Savior’s crucifixion?
Or did the holy angel also see it?
Ron was numb.

I'm afraid this is not a serious meeting.

But he immediately reacted: "Oh no, the remaining power of Slaanesh is affecting me again!"

She is a holy angel of the empire. How could I have such blasphemous thoughts?

That's too heretical.

Ron suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

He regained his composure and calm, and entered the form of a sage.

Then, he followed the twin holy servants into the private bedroom filled with holy fragrance...

(End of this chapter)