Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 462 Savior: Hiss, you are such a holy angel? !
In people's impression, the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine is a pure saint.

She has almost no worldly desires, only a firm will to fight.

That being is an immortal living saint, able to be reborn from death again and again, to continue the battle against the enemies of humanity in a dazzling light with the Emperor's will.

However, what people don’t know is that every time the silver-haired angel is reborn, he has to go through painful torture.

She must traverse the nightmarish warp, face her own doubts and fears, and piece together the scattered armor from the pile of her own corpses.

Heal your own personality fragments.

Finally, he will return to the world amidst the grand psychic fireworks and become the holy silver-haired angel with an indomitable will.

In fact, Saint Celestine's soul had long been overwhelmed and scarred, and was on the verge of collapse.

In the deep space of the soul.

The little girl her soul embodied was trapped in a cold nightmare cage, unable to escape.

It wasn't until the Battle of Macragge more than half a century ago that the savior came to the silver-haired angel and saved her.

A gentle and warm force entered the depths of the silver-haired angel's heart, transformed into a big white bear, and healed her soul.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

From then on, Saint Celestine dreamed of the Savior again and again, and her soul gradually regained its sunshine, but also gradually sank.

Engrave that figure firmly in the depths of your heart.

……

In the private bedroom.

The decoration of this residence of the living saint, Saint Celestine, is still simple, but it has changed a lot from its previous cold appearance.

You can see delicate and soft white bears everywhere.

It is hard to imagine that the silver-haired angels who often fight in seas of blood and corpses would like these puppet creatures that only little girls like.

But to her, it represented a savior.

Every time, the silver-haired angel would be surrounded by these big white bears, hugging the biggest one and falling into a sweet dream.

It was like embracing warm light and being surrounded by the aura of the savior.

Now, Saint Celestine sat on the bed again, hugging the largest white bear.

Her expression was as noble and cold as ever, like a pure, flawless, and insurmountable holy angel.

But there is some joy and anticipation in my heart.

Because I am about to meet the savior.

"Mr. Savior, you don't hate me, do you?"

The silver-haired angel subconsciously pinched the big white bear's fat face and talked to it.

Her white wings trembled slightly, and her fair face suddenly flashed a faint blush.

I have to admit that I like the savior very much and hope to get in touch with him. Sometimes I even have some taboo thoughts.

Saint Celestine was ashamed of this.

She felt like a bad person who had blasphemed the just, pure and upright Primarch of Hope.

That existence is like a light, illuminating the hearts of many people.

The blasphemous behavior in one's own thoughts is simply unforgivable.

But she couldn't help thinking that.

In fact, Saint Celestine occasionally heard some secret rumors about the Savior.

For example, he established a huge harem for his own amusement; every time he conquered a new galaxy, he would select the most beautiful being in the area to sleep with; he even did something heretical and slept with eighteen female demons at night.

But she knew that it was all slander against the Savior by the evil sect.

They hope to destroy the image of the savior and the symbol of justice in the hearts of the people of the empire.

Those are complete slanders.

Saint Celestine never doubted a thing.

Because she truly touched and felt the pure and spotless soul of the Savior, even she, a holy angel, looked up to him.

Can't bear the blasphemy.

Not to mention that not long ago, that being suffered torture from the Evil God of Pleasure for the sake of mankind, but never surrendered.

He is another sun besides the Emperor.

Saint Celestine thought so, with a hint of admiration in her light blue eyes.

The blasphemous thoughts that she had been hiding in her heart came back to her.

"How could I have blasphemous thoughts about that being!"

The silver-haired angel blamed himself shamefully, and his white wings folded to cover his holy and exquisite body.

next moment.

She heard footsteps outside and became even more nervous.

The savior has arrived.

The silver-haired angel warned himself in his heart that he must restrain himself and not do anything blasphemous.

So as to avoid making that pure being hate me.

"The residence of the holy angel is quite simple..."

Ron looked at the decoration of the residence and felt a little emotional.

He was in sage form, his handsome face full of righteousness and determination, like the embodiment of justice.

There was nothing like the attitude of the Chosen One of Slaanesh who bombarded Holy Terra continuously and repeatedly last night.

But when he saw those big white bear dolls, he almost couldn't hold back.

Why does that holy angel like this thing? Is he trying to play with the contrast?

Ron looked at those puppets and felt vaguely familiar with them. They looked a bit like Baymax from an animated movie in his previous life.

Click.

Before he could react.

The twin holy attendants closed the door of the residence and stood guard at the porch.

???

At this moment, Ron had a sense of impending entry into the tiger's den.

If you don’t know, you might think you are going to do something shameful next.

"Mr. Savior?"

Saint Celestine came out of the bedroom barefoot, still a little nervous and ashamed.

"Sigh~"

When Ron saw Saint Celestine, his nature as the Chosen One of Slaanesh was almost exposed.

The holy angel was not wearing armor, but a silk silver nightgown robe, revealing his proud figure.

Her wings were folded behind her, and she was walking towards me with her bare white feet.

This holy angel had no idea how attractive her pure, flawless, and elusive appearance was.

Perhaps she was used to being alone, and usually appeared in armor.

Didn't realize that at all.

But for a Slaanesh Chosen One like the Savior, it was a critical hit. After all, the existence of joy loves to desecrate such purity the most.

Fortunately, he was not a believer in chaos, so he was able to control himself.

What’s more, Saint Celestine is the living saint of the empire and a sacred angel in the hearts of countless citizens of the empire.

If I make any obscene look or gesture during the meeting with her, I will be disgusted by her.

That's trouble.

I am afraid it will damage the majestic image of the savior.

Restraint, must restrain!
Ron decided to handle the matter in a businesslike manner, assuming a dignified yet indifferent attitude: "Your Excellency Saint Celestine, it is an honor to meet you. Do you have anything to discuss with me?"

The holy angel was a little dazed.

She noticed the change in the savior's expression and thought that the being didn't like her very much.

I was almost stumped by the question.

"Why is that guy a little dumb?"

Ron stood there, waiting for the holy angel's response.

Facing the Savior's questioning look, Saint Celestine finally reacted.

She was looking for a savior because she subconsciously or couldn't help wanting to get closer to that existence. It was an influence from the depths of her soul.

Fortunately, she had a reason ready.

“Save… Mr. Savior.

From what I have learned, some people in Holy Terra are dissatisfied with your behavior and say that you came here to seize power and implement a dictatorship. "

Saint Celestine became a little more serious when she said this:

"They even compared you to the bloody ruler of the Age of Apostasy, Supreme Lord Vandir, and said that you were too closely connected to heretics and aliens..."

"They say I'm the new Vandir?"

Ron frowned slightly.

He ignored the latter sentence and focused on the real troublesome issue.

I have learned about the hidden history of the Age of Apostasy.

In the 36th millennium of the Empire, the then Supreme Lord Vandir took control of both the State Religion and the Ministry of the Interior through coups and assassinations.

He holds the supreme power of Holy Terra and does whatever he wants, even replacing the Emperor's will with his own ideas.

He also used the Sisters as his own personal bodyguard organization, named the Emperor's Bride.

During Vandire's reign, several large-scale purges were launched in the name of the Emperor, and many Imperial departments, factions and even Space Marine Chapters were destroyed.

Some civilized worlds and chapter home planets were subjected to orbital bombardment.

Everyone is at risk.

This marked the beginning of his bloody rule that lasted nearly a century.

Under the dark and oppressive rule, some loyal and unyielding people in the empire secretly organized the Union of Light to resist.

Planet after planet joined the Confederation of Light and began to march toward Holy Terra.

These include the many Forge Worlds of the Mechanicum, the opposition of the Ecclesiarchy, and Space Marine Chapters such as the Black Templars, Imperial Fists, and Soul Drinkers.

They laid siege to Holy Terra and attacked Vandire's Ecclesiarchy.

But the defense of Holy Terra was so strong that the rebels were unable to take it.

Faced with internal and external pressure, Vandir did not give in. Instead, he dissolved the Council of the Supreme Lords and announced that he would continue to eliminate all heretics and rebels.

The two sides fought a deadly battle on Holy Terra, which was considered the greatest bloody catastrophe in the Empire since the Horus Heresy.

Eventually, with the help of the Guards, the Sisters, who had turned from darkness to light, were able to enter Vandir's chambers, kill him and prove his heresy.

This can be seen.

Holy Terra, the throne world that humans have managed for countless centuries, is not so easy to attack.

In fact, Vandir worked very hard during his reign, because dictatorship meant an unimaginable amount of affairs to deal with, enough to exhaust any human being.

The famous words "I'm too busy to die..." were his only last words.

But that guy is on the wrong path, and the harder he tries the more damage he does to the empire.

Vandir's destruction of the empire did not disappear with his death, but instead triggered many subsequent unrest, such as the subsequent Atonement Crusade.

Saint Barius, who rose to prominence within the Confederation of Light, seized the power of the Faith and declared over thirty Space Marine Chapters guilty, sending them into the Eye of Terror.

There is no return.

Today, the empire's elites do not want to experience such a dark and bloody era again, and are even more averse to dictatorship.

They feel that the current situation where each department operates independently is the basis for maintaining the stability of the empire.

It is also more in everyone’s interest.

Ambitious people don't want to be commanded by others, and no one wants to have a big boss above them. Ron himself is the same.

If the emperor were to come back to life and come down from the golden throne one day.

I guess those ambitious people will shout their loyal welcome while crying secretly, and they will be the ones who suffer the most.

The purpose of those high-ranking nobles and bureaucrats comparing the Savior to Vandir was very clear, which was to discredit the Savior and deny his political ideas and lines.

At the same time, it spreads the horror of dictatorship and awakens people's memories of fear.

Ron knew this very well, and it was quite tricky.

If he loses the support of the people, no matter how good the reforms are, they won't be implemented. He can't really bombard Holy Terra, right?

At that time, it is bound to cause more turmoil, giving ambitious people the opportunity to stir up trouble.

Fortunately, these opponents are only whispering in the dark and have not had time to spread this idea.

Not everyone has the mind to oppose oneself.

Ron thought about it and felt a little guilty.

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After all, he really wanted to rule as a dictator, even more dictatorial than Vandir, and be the only sun of the empire.

In this case, we must cut the Gordian knot and curb this trend.

Otherwise, once his image as Vandir is confirmed, it will be troublesome to do anything in the future.

When everyone is against him, the savior's territory alone may not be able to hold on, and some less steadfast allies will also leave him.

He also didn't want to fight a civil war in the empire.

As for what the emperor thought, he hadn't asked yet.

What if we get an opposing answer? Wouldn’t that be a dead end?
What's more, the emperor's political ideas and ruling methods are not very good, so there is not much possibility of reference.

Otherwise, he would not have decentralized political and military power in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China and hidden himself in a small dark room to do scientific research.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the situation in the empire was about to explode and was beyond redemption.

Of course, it may also be that time is tight and the emperor has no time to make adjustments.

In short, Ron's idea is to make a fait accompli and achieve some results.

Anyway, the Emperor is about to become the fifth evil god, and the possibility of escaping from the warp is very slim.

When he sees the empire he created and the prosperity of mankind, what else can he do except acquiesce?
I guess it’s too late to be happy.

"So, Mr. Saint Celes, what do you think about this..."

Ron looked up and made eye contact with the Holy Angel, and asked quite sincerely, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

The silver-haired angel's heart beat faster when he suddenly met the savior's eager gaze.

She took a deep breath and said, "I... I think Mr. Savior is different from those ambitious people, and he has nothing to do with heretics and evil people like Vandiel.

You are a benevolent administrator and a pure and noble warrior.

It's not just me who thinks so, most people in the empire think so, those who oppose you are just some ambitious people."

"I'm glad you approve of me so much."

Ron nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that my image in the empire is quite good, which is the foundation of my future rule.

He looked at the holy angel more eagerly and started to brag: "Perhaps we are of the same kind. You may not know that I have always admired your holiness and courage, especially after meeting you..."

Now it seems that this holy angel is a perfect helper for him, and he must bring her to his side.

Those ambitious people want to smear their own image and claim that they are Vandir. There will probably be more smear campaigns in the future.

He might even make up a legend about himself selling ditch.

Public opinion is very destructive. Three people can make a tiger.

When more people start discussing this, his image might not hold up, after all, there are many things he does that cannot be shown to others.

But Saint Celestine is the empire's living saint and holy angel, and has been deeply rooted in people's hearts after many centuries of propaganda.

He can be regarded as an idol of the entire nation, an impeccable being that cannot be desecrated in the eyes of the people of the empire.

As long as the holy angels are by your side, supporting you.

Then many slanderous rumors would be self-defeating. It is impossible to say that the embodiment of the Emperor's will, the pure and flawless existence, was in cahoots with the savior, right?
Birds of a feather flock together.

Even the holy angels who always keep to themselves support the Savior, which proves that he also has a pure and noble heart.

The Savior's sudden overtures caught Saint Celestine off guard.

But in her heart she was happy for this appreciation.

"Emperor, Mr. Savior does not hate me..."

The holy angel thought so, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

"Let's sit down and talk."

Ron was so excited that he sat on the stone chair next to him and raised his hand to warmly invite the holy angel to sit down.

He habitually made the decision.

"Uh-huh!"

Saint Celestine, not realizing that she was in her own home, involuntarily followed the invitation and sat opposite the Savior.

Seems a little reserved.

Ron found that this holy angel was a little naive, but it was easier to deceive him this way.

Simply perfect!
After that, he exerted all his powers and talked fervently with the holy angels.

She talked about her absolute loyalty to the Emperor and religious beliefs, as well as the customs and interesting things in various parts of the Empire. She was also invited to taste the fine wine brewed in the territory.

It included political invitations and lots of casual boasting.

Making the holy angel smile from time to time.

Saint Celestine's blue eyes revealed a hint of deep emotion as she listened carefully to the Savior's words, not missing a single word.

He nodded in agreement from time to time.

Even though she didn't understand many things, she wasn't very interested in them.

But she is very happy.

I haven't been this happy in a long time.

"It's such a pleasure to be with Mr. Savior," Saint Celestine thought secretly.

From Ron's perspective.

The meeting was a great success for both the host and the guests. I managed to win over this seemingly dull holy angel, and the progress was encouraging.

They also concluded political alliances and covenants to advance and retreat together.

Perfect.

They were just about to hold hands and sleep with their feet together.

“Saint Celestine, Your Excellency.

It was a pleasure talking to you today. I believe we can work together to bring a better future to the Empire."

Ron paid a little attention to the time and it was already getting late.

It's time to end this meeting.

Communication between people should be just right. It is best to end the topic at the right time to avoid entering an awkward period of boredom and silence.

Ron stood up and took the initiative to end the meeting: "I should probably leave now. I look forward to meeting you again."

He suddenly thought of something and added, "By the way, tomorrow is the victory celebration. I sincerely invite you to attend the ceremony."

As the living saint of the empire, Saint Celestine is also a strong political force and naturally has her own viewing seat.

But it is best to have her by your side and attend the event together.

That also represents a political declaration that is in the best interest of oneself.

Moreover, when his coup plan is implemented and causes backlash or unrest, he can force this holy angel to deal with it together with him.

"Mr. Savior."

Saint Celestine nodded firmly, "I...I will arrive on time."

Ron smiled gently: "Then goodbye, I look forward to your coming."

After that, he turned and left, walking towards the porch.

"Is this the end?"

Saint Celestine looked at the Savior's generous back, and suddenly felt a little empty in her heart.

She hoped that being could stay with her for a while longer.

For some reason, she felt relaxed and happy when she was with the Savior.

Perhaps this pure and noble being is different from others?

The holy angel just stared blankly, feeling somewhat reluctant in his heart.

The blasphemous emotions that had been hidden in her heart for a long time surged up and turned into a desire that she could no longer suppress.

"Save... Mr. Savior."

Suddenly, Saint Celestine called out to the Savior, her voice trembling: "Can you wait a moment?"

Ron turned around and looked at his ally, his eyes steady and powerful, waiting for the other party's next words.

Maybe the other person has something important to say.

"I... I don't know how to tell you. Maybe you will think I am blaspheming you..."

Saint Celestine mustered up her courage, her cold and fair face flushed a little, and she even closed her eyes.

She broke through the shame in her heart and said resolutely: "Can you...can you hug me?"

???

"Sigh~"

Ron looked at the holy angel in front of him, who was trembling all over and even his ears were red.

He took a deep breath and felt numb.

Aren’t holy angels said to be pure and flawless and cannot be desecrated? How could they make such a request? What is going on?
We agreed to form a political alliance, but in the end you just coveted my body. It would have been better if you had said this earlier so that our physical and mental communication would have been closer.

Ron understood the obvious invitation, as he had experienced too many similar situations.

The savior's power was completely defeated, his sage form was gone, and he almost took off his disguise and turned into a wild wolf.

Saint Celestine stood there, filled with shame and fear, and seemed to have lost all thought.

It's like the computer has crashed.

Ron was silent for less than a second and then walked over.

Then he stretched out his arms and hugged the trembling holy angel, whose tall and slender figure could only reach his chin.

Saint Celestine felt the Savior’s warm embrace and was like a little bird, not daring to move.

She had experienced this scene countless times in her dreams, and had always longed for such a hug in her heart.

It is so warm, like a light protecting me.

at the same time.

Ron had been impatient for a long time.

He followed the relevant paths involuntarily and skillfully.

But suddenly it stopped.

At this time, Saint Celestine also raised her head and looked at him guiltily: "I'm sorry for blaspheming you."

Ron looked down at the Holy Angel.

He didn't find any joy in it, just pure liking.

Ron's scalp tingled, and he was shouting in his heart:

"Oh no, this is pure...love!"

I didn't expect that I, the chosen one by God who had experienced countless hardships, would actually meet pure love?

He won't be able to do it this time.

(End of this chapter)