Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 463: Supreme Lord: If you have the guts, just massacre Holy Terra?

"Alas, I was controlled..."

Ron looked into Saint Celestine's pure and flawless eyes, and his anger subsided a lot.

He was a little hesitant to do it.

This is the first time I have encountered such pure emotion since I came into this world.

He almost fell to the ground without responding.

Simply put, this woman is not greedy for his body or pursuing profit, she just has a good impression or likes him.

Perhaps this holy angel was not aware of this at all and was just following his heart to get closer to himself.

Saint Celestine herself was a member of the Sisters, who received education and training from the Church and fought only for the Emperor her entire life.

And she is purer than the other nuns.

Apart from fighting and attending events, this holy angel almost always stays alone in the sanctuary and is not involved in any political struggles or social interactions.

It also makes her more holy in people's hearts.

Such an image has attracted more people to like him. He can be regarded as the first idol of the empire and an inviolable dream in the hearts of many nobles and bureaucrats.

"No, what on earth does she like about me?"

Ron was aware of his Chosen One of Slaanesh and was even more puzzled.

That holy angel didn't seek his body or benefits, he just simply liked him?
In this power center full of conflicts of interest, a purely girl-like existence like Saint Celestine is a rare creature.

If she were not a living saint and did not have the protection of the state religion, she would probably have met a tragic fate before lasting two episodes.

You might get tricked into a ditch.

If Ron was the true chosen one of Slaanesh, he would encounter such pure and flawless emotions.

That's not ecstasy.

Then corrupt and play with it wantonly.

After all, who can resist the combination of a holy angel, a pure girl, a national idol and pure love?

Unfortunately he is not.

More importantly, the fighting power of the Holy Angel is not much weaker than that of the original body, and it is too pure.

What if your actions lead to resistance?

That would be troublesome.

If such news gets out.

Those opponents must have vigorously publicized the heresy of "the Savior bombarding Holy Terra and trying to kill the holy angels."

At that time, the angry citizens of the empire and their believers will drown themselves with saliva, causing the savior's reputation to be completely lost.

It’s better to be more stable.

Saint Celestine looked up, seeming even more ashamed: "Mr. Savior, you don't hate me, do you?"

"of course not."

Ron looked righteous, raised his hand and gently ruffled the holy angel's silver hair, then hugged her tighter: "Actually, I like you very much."

He could feel the holy angel tense, his soft body trembling slightly.

In any case, it's a good thing.

I can cultivate feelings with this holy angel and living saint, and establish a closer connection, which is more reliable than a mere ally.

It can also be closely tied to the state religion.

In short, the holy angel must be "tricked" into being!
Ron remained restrained, hugged her for a while, and then prepared to let go.

The holy angel seemed to be immersed in it, whimpered again, and subconsciously hugged her tightly.

There was no choice, Ron had to hold her for a while longer and rubbed her white wings.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

After a while.

The holy angel reacted, suddenly let go of the savior, and ran back to the bedroom shyly.

I almost got buried in the pile of white bears.

But afterwards, she felt a little regretful for not saying goodbye to Mr. Savior, as that was not very polite.

But when Saint Celestine looked outside the living room, the Savior had already left.

She felt a little lost, and perhaps she should talk to Mr. Savior more.

"Emperor, Mr. Savior is such a gentle man."

The holy angel thought so while hugging the big white bear.

She began to look forward to the next meeting with that existence and the next hug.

……

Corridor of the Sanctuary of Living Saints.

Ron walked out under the guidance of the twin holy attendants, but he always felt that these two little angel beauties were a little strange.

They seemed to be planning something.

Suddenly, the twin holy servants turned around at the same time, as if expecting:
"Savior, can you give us a hug?"

Under the influence of the holy angels, they became more curious about and fond of the Savior.

Especially after witnessing what just happened.

Moreover, when the Gemini Holy Attendants were investigating the forbidden events of the Savior, they also witnessed the extremely blasphemous statue of the Savior's crucifixion and were attracted by some of the joyful power of the dark side of the little sun.

They wanted to get in touch with the Savior even more.

Ron didn't know that after he had fought with the Lord of Joy and devoured his energy, he also possessed a trace of the power of joy.

The establishment of the Joy of Salvation cult has further fostered a new force of equity.

However, he had just experienced what happened with the holy angel and was somewhat immune to such requests.

Maybe all the holy angels like hugs.

"Although it may be a little presumptuous, I agree to your prayer."

Ron replied calmly.

Without hesitation, he opened his broad arms and helped one person on each side.

But it didn't take long.

The twin holy attendants exclaimed at the same time as if they were telepathically connected.

They seemed to be frozen, standing there in a daze, some of them unable to believe what had just happened.

Wait for the savior to go away.

The two holy attendants finally reacted and looked at each other with red faces.

They all realized what was happening.

"Lord Savior, he..."

"Sister, should we...should we report this to the master?"

The twin holy servants were a little panicked.

They looked at the Savior's back in silence for a while, then turned around and returned to their master's residence.

But the twins, who are in tune with each other, have decided to keep this secret...

"Hiss~ This damn path dependence..."

Ron wiped his hands, a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

I was a little subconscious just now and almost made a mistake.

His expression remained righteous, but he involuntarily quickened his pace.

Wait until you get out of the Sanctuary of the Living Saint.

Under the protection of the Thunder Guards, Ron went straight to the Merchant Queen's private bedroom spaceship.

He didn't mean to score twice.

That was also part of the plan, and the real purpose was to paralyze the opposition.

There are too many eyes and ears watching him in this throne world, the center of galactic power.
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Terra Court.

This massive hive building is the administrative center of the empire, consisting of countless different agencies and departments.

It is like a heart, maintaining the empire's vast territory across the galaxy.

The personnel of these departments account for most of the population of the Throne World, and they handle many affairs manpower-wise day and night.

The most critical department among them is the Ministry of the Interior.

The Department of the Interior alone has tens of billions of clerks, record keepers, and administrative staff, and that's just the statistical number.

The actual number is probably much higher, as too many government officials have long been lost from record.

But they are still operating somewhere.

The Home Office was dedicated to managing the Empire at every level, from the routing of paperwork and the scheduling of fleet dispatches to the collection of tithes.

All are within their management scope.

Of course, the division of powers between the various departments of the empire was not so clear, and the vague division led to many power vacuum areas.

How those departments seize power into their own hands depends on their own means.

This is also one of the roots of the struggle in the throne world.

Even a tiny power to review a certain material can have unimaginable benefits when expanded to the entire empire.

But there is no doubt that the Ministry of the Interior has taken the most delicious piece of the pie.

The highest level of Terra Court.

"What do you see?"

Interior Minister Violetta looked down at the dark and cold steel building below and asked his deputy, his son.

Due to heavy government pressure.

The Minister of the Interior's hair is all white, and he is equipped with various life-support machines. The ventilator in his mouth makes a buzzing sound.

The deputy of the internal affairs department replied somewhat eagerly: "Father, I see the power."

The power of the empire is hereditary. If nothing unexpected happens, he will inherit his father's position and become the new Minister of the Interior.

One of the masters of the empire.

Violetta shook her head: "No, those are rules and requirements. The huge management needs of the Empire gave birth to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and set the rules for us to operate within.

That’s why we can get everything by rules.”

Given the vast and widespread needs, the Department of the Interior makes collective decisions every day that affect the fate of countless planets.

But all of this has to be done by people.

As long as you master the rules, there will be a lot of room for the exercise of power.

His electronic eyes flickered slightly: "Now the savior wants to change this rule and convert human power into cold programs. This will change the fate of everyone..."

Violetta had learned about the management model of the Savior's territory. It was so heretical, cold and ruthless that there was almost no room for power manipulation.

Once such a model is promoted, the power of those in power will be greatly reduced.
The Primarch of Hope and the Savior are trying to ride on everyone's heads, which is hard to accept.

He didn't want anyone to interfere with his kingdom.

Violetta was able to accept the Imperial Regent Guilliman.

Because the Primarch was unable to control the Ministry of the Interior, he still needed to manage everything himself.

It is enough for him to obey on the surface.

But the Savior is different, it is a change from top to bottom.

"During the victory celebrations, tell everyone that they are about to lose everything..." Violetta said.

Under the savior's management model, the empire does not need so many management positions at all. Billions of people in the Ministry of the Interior alone will lose their jobs.

Those people have relied on this job for their survival, basic food and shelter for generations.

No one knows whether they will be the one who loses their job.

In this way, everyone will never sit idly by and will definitely resist the heresy of the savior.

It's not just the Ministry of the Interior, many departments will be involved.

Once this threat spreads.

Everyone will unite together in the face of the crisis of losing their jobs and power.

There will be a wave of resistance from hundreds of thousands to trillions, or even more people from top to bottom in Holy Terra, enough to drown any existence.

Even the Primarch would be horrified.

He did not believe that the Primarch of Hope would dare to massacre the entire Holy Terra.

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What's more, reform takes time, and once the various departments of the empire go on strike, the entire empire will fall into shutdown and chaos.

No one can bear such an outcome.

Opponents such as Violetta hoped to threaten the two primarchs with the crisis of corruption of the entire empire and force them to compromise.

Even if the worst possible scenario happened.

Hopefully, should the Primarch not care and resolve to push for reforms through bloody massacres, the Imperial Regent and other forces will stop him.

"This is a brilliant plan..."

Violetta had a sneer on her face.

I hope that the Primarch has no chance of changing Holy Terra at all and everything is going as planned!
According to the report of my own informant.

At such a critical moment, the romantic Primarch of Hope once again crawled into the woman's belly.

How stupid is this?
Perhaps, we have overestimated the Primarch of Hope.

Those primarchs certainly possessed powerful military forces.

But they also have weaknesses, things they care about, and their minds are not very smart.

This creates the possibility of being deceived and manipulated.

Even the imperial regent is the same.

At that time, the Imperial Regent returned with the Primarch and the momentum of the Empire's expectations, trying to promote reforms on Holy Terra.

He thought that by replacing a few high lords, he would be able to gain power.

Little did they know that it was only a temporary compromise among the high lords, and they had already colluded with each other in private.

Even those high lords who swore allegiance.

In the more than half a century since the Imperial Regent left Holy Terra, everything has returned to its original state.

They also took advantage of the many powers that came with the Indomitable Crusade to seize numerous benefits and further expand the scale of their territory and influence.

hum~
A strong wind blew.

A shuttle slowly descended.

Violetta entered the cabin and headed towards an ancient building.

Imperial Senate.

The Colosseum building from the Roman Empire of ancient Terra has stood here for countless centuries.

In fact, after hundreds of maintenance and restorations, very little of the original building remains.

The Senate is surrounded by dense defense arrays, but there are no mechanical devices inside. There are only theaters, podiums and stone chambers made of cold stones.

Such a simple place has become the gathering place of the empire's supreme power.

One of the reasons why Violetta, the Minister of the Interior, came here was because it could provide the high lords with a sufficiently safe and private space for conversation.

He stepped into the Senate alone and entered a random stone chamber.

Soon after.

More and more high lords walked in one after another.

Including Navigator Ambassador Kadak, Law Minister Avilisha, Imperial Navy Admiral Mereda and many more.

They are the most opposed to the existence of the Primarch of Hope, and their number accounts for almost half of the members of the Supreme Lords' Council.

These people formed a temporary alliance, and the name of the alliance was taken from a resistance organization that existed in the history of the empire - the Union of Light.

They vowed to rebel against the dictatorship of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, and the new tyrant Vandir.

Once the plan is launched, perhaps more beings will join the Union of Light.

Form a more powerful force.

After a brief silence.

Navigator Ambassador and Nova Husband Kadak vibrated the psychic sound and asked:
"Everyone, if the Primarch suddenly launches a purge, can we resist it?"

The navigator's people had suffered a bloodbath, and the coup d'état initiated by the imperial regent had left him with lingering fears.

If the Primarch launches armed oppression without any consequences, it may pose a threat to their personal safety.

"Kadak, you are still so timid!"

Violetta was a little dissatisfied: "Do you hope that the Primarch can still massacre the entire Holy Terra?"

Since the coup by the Imperial Regent, the high lords have learned their lessons and organized more armed forces and facilities.

Those forces are enough to resist any light or even heavy forces.

Even super heavy tanks, dreadnought mechas, and imperial knights find it difficult to break through.

This is the center of the empire.

At that time, Vandire relied solely on the power of the Ecclesiarchate to resist the attacks of the Mechanicus and many chapters.

Now their defensive power is only stronger than it is now.

And since we’ve learned our lesson and blocked the secret passage, what else is there to worry about?

What's more, this is Holy Terra, and there are simply not many troops that can enter this center of power.

Unless there is a large-scale civil war.

"I know what you're afraid of."

But Violetta still answered the Navigator Ambassador’s doubts: “You are worried that the Primarch will use the troops at the victory celebration to launch a purge, right?
But that's impossible.

According to my current understanding, the number of troops brought by the two Primarchs to Holy Terra is not enough to break through any of Holy Terra’s defenses.”

What about the Primarch?
They still couldn't withstand the melta rays and forbidden weapons.

Stuff like that.

He could have as many of these people as he wanted, and could even arm a large guard with these weapons.

Afterwards, Imperial Navy Admiral Mereda also shared his intelligence.

According to the monitoring of various radar stations, there is no trace of the Primarch's fleet sailing in the solar system and surrounding major routes.

Their own fleet will also arrive in a few days under the pretext of participating in the pilgrimage.

Under such multiple arrangements.

The Union of Light can, while ensuring its own safety, launch a wave of resistance from top to bottom on Holy Terra and force the two Primarchs to compromise.

The Primarch will also compromise.

Let Holy Terra maintain its previous stability and harmony.

Otherwise, the core of the empire will shut down, and the heretics and aliens will get the news and launch a massive counterattack.

The achievements of the Indomitable Expedition were destroyed and the army was even put in an even more dangerous situation.

The whole victory celebration became a huge joke.

anyway.

Those two sons of the emperor would never watch the empire created by the emperor fall into the abyss because of the struggle.

Of course, it would be best if the Primarch of Hope could be killed in the process.

That being caused too much damage to the empire.

After the discussion.

These high lords left secretly through their own channels.

At least for now, they cannot openly fall out with the Primarch, lest the situation becomes difficult to handle later.

This is politics.

You assassinate me today and I assassinate you tomorrow, but in the end everyone compromises under the interweaving of struggle and interests.

Only interests are eternal.

Even within the Union of Light, there are several generations of mortal enemies who wish to skin and tear each other apart.

But aren’t we sitting together now?
……

The Merchant Queen’s personal palace and spaceship.

bedroom.

Ronmei was dizzy for who knows how many degrees and leaned against the head of the bed to recuperate.

Suddenly, there was a sound from his communicator.

That is the Imperial Regent Laoji.

When Dale saw this, she kissed the Savior tenderly and walked out obediently.

At the same time, the door was closed.

hum~
"Old Ji, how are you doing?"

Ron raised his hand to build several psychic barriers, turned on the communication device, and asked.

"It will be difficult to implement your reform plan..."

Guilliman's worried voice came: "According to speculation, those opponents are trying to provoke the sentiment of resistance on Holy Terra and shut down Holy Terra.

And it is very likely that they will use the power of heretics and aliens."

The Imperial Regent was quite worried. Holy Terra was so important that any turmoil would lead to further collapse of the Empire.

This was the reason why he did not start a big war at the beginning.

Those High Lords have operated on Holy Terra for many centuries, and if they were left alone, the damage they would cause would be unimaginable.

When Ron heard these words, he frowned and fell into deep silence.

He also realized what was going to happen next.

That was a complete conspiracy.

Throughout history, any large-scale reform will affect the interests of the existing class and thus provoke strong resistance.

Ultimately, the reform failed, and the damage caused in the process was staggering.

His current reforms would have ripple effects across the entire empire, and it was not impossible that the entire empire would fall apart.

This is what the opposition is planning.

They played with people's hearts in the political field where they were best, and threatened themselves with the entire empire.

Unfortunately, I don't accept any threats, as that will only make me more angry.

Ron seemed to have made some kind of decision.

He sighed slightly and asked:

"Old Ji, if I really massacre Holy Terra, will you kill me?"

(End of this chapter)