Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 465: Savior: The Tower of Bitterness, Holy Terra declares martial law!

Outside the Eternal Gate.

A force of Astra Militarum troops was guarding the passage, but the passage was no longer important and no one cared.

They looked into the distance in the direction of the Eternal Gate with a hint of complexity in their eyes.

"I'm so envious. I wonder when we'll have the chance to participate in a pilgrimage like that..."

Sergeant Holmes of the Solar Auxiliary Army listened to the hymns to the sacred sun in the distance, with unspeakable anticipation in his eyes.

Once upon a time, the Sun Auxiliary Army, under the command of the Sun Lord, also had supreme glory.

In such a pilgrimage, they would be placed at the core position and receive the attention of the people of the empire.

During the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, the Solar Auxilia were among the most elite forces in the Imperium.

Their combat effectiveness is second only to the Space Marine Legion, and their numbers are much larger, accounting for 20 to 25 percent of the Imperial Army.

That was a terrifying number, the real main force of the empire.

A ten-man squad of Solar Auxiliaries can easily resist a single Space Marine.

The individual quality of the Sun Auxiliary Army is extremely high.

In addition to infantry training, they also receive training in space combat techniques, battlefield engineering, planetary exploration, and survival on death worlds.

The entire Solar Auxiliary Army is equipped with Solar-style Void Combat Armor.

It is a fully environmentally enhanced carapace that integrates a complete life support system and can adapt to almost any battlefield.

Their weaponry is also top-notch, featuring laser weapons of higher quality than standard models, as well as flamethrowers, deflagrates, plasma and melta weapons.

It even has its own auxiliary army - the Cheronite Ogryn apes, which serve as infantry support.

Not only that, the Solar Auxiliary Army is also equipped with a full set of super-heavy vehicles and has fighter jets as air support units.

In the void, the giant shark assault ship is used as a boarding vehicle.

Yes, boarding is not just exclusive to Space Marines, the former Solar Auxiliaries can also board!

"Unfortunately, that is all the glory of the past..."

Chief Petty Officer Holmes let out a long sigh.

His family had been members of the Sun's auxiliary army for generations and was familiar with that period of history.

After the Horus Heresy, the Imperium of Mankind suffered severe trauma and fell into a long night.

The empire's economy could no longer support the huge maintenance costs of the Solar Auxiliary Army, and the technology for manufacturing many equipments was also forgotten.

The entire Sun Auxiliary Army fell into a state of slump, its organization continued to shrink, and the situation became increasingly worse.

There is no other way. The Empire no longer has the ability to maintain such armed forces. It can only feed the Astra Militarum, give them a standard laser gun nicknamed "flashlight", and a few armor-piercing grenades.

It's a good treatment.

What's more, those departments that control finances and power will try their best to invest resources in the armed forces under their control.

The Astra Militarum is on the edge of power, and its scarce and most elite Stormtroopers are only a reduced version of the Solar Auxiliary Forces.

Today, due to its glorious history, the Sun Auxiliary Army has fortunately retained its name and some of its organization, but it rarely appears on the battlefield.

Instead, it is stationed in the solar system or some important planets and is a formal symbol.

They could hardly maintain even the honor of being stationed there, and were assigned to an insignificant line of defense in the interweaving of power.

Gradually forgotten in the corner of history.

yah~
Sparks flew from Holmes's solar-type void combat armor, and the system fell into temporary chaos.

"This damn machine soul is making trouble again!"

He hammered it a few times to calm it down, then stuffed a popped-out part back in.

The adjutant sneered, "Boss, it's time to replace this broken armor. Why are you still wearing it?"

Holmes glanced at him:
"You old bastard, you're wearing the same clothes too. Why don't you talk to the higher-ups and ask them to replace us with some new ones?"

The old bastard was also wearing Void Combat Armor. The armor had been passed down for who knows how many generations, and its internal system had been completely damaged, leaving only an empty shell.

But the other party still polished it to a shine.

In fact, if Holmes gritted his teeth, he could also change into a new set of Astra Militarum commander-model carapace.

But if that happens, it will no longer be the Sun's Auxiliary Army.

Rather than being nostalgic for the armor on his body, he was nostalgic for the symbol of the Sun Auxiliary Army on the armor—

The emblem is made up of sharp geometric shapes, skulls and angel wings.

Holmes was able to get in touch with more things, and he no longer expected his troops to be equipped with new void armor.

Even if the finance department could be merciful and approve a budget, the relevant casting technology was no longer available. Not to mention casting new armor, it was impossible to even repair it.

The tech-priests won't serve them either.

"If you don't want to change it, then don't change it. I'll be weird if I really change it."

The adjutant tried to comfort himself: "I'm still thinking about wearing this old thing on the battlefield someday and killing a few heretics and rebels!"

This is the expectation of many of the Sun's Auxiliary Army.

Their family has been part of this legion for generations, and they cannot tolerate themselves decaying under this glory.

These people are still training according to the Sun's Decrees, hoping that the Sun's Auxiliary Army can be used again instead of continuing to guard the useless line of defense.

But that is wishful thinking.

"Perhaps we..."

Holmes stammered, wanting to tell the news, but remained silent.

According to the information he had received, the Sun Auxiliary Army might be further disbanded. The Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Justice hoped to disband this useless and resource-consuming organization.

The gap was filled by troops from the Ministry of Justice.

They originally maintained the law and order of Holy Terra and many important planets.

The Ministry of Justice's judicial police force is well-equipped and not only undertakes law enforcement tasks, but also assists in the collection of tithes.

It even has its own destroyer fleet.

Holmes was worried that the Astra Militarum's top brass would not be able to withstand the pressure and disbanded the honorary Solar Auxiliary Corps.

He looked at the soldiers under his command with deep worry in his eyes.

These warriors would lose their honorary positions passed down from generation to generation, and lose everything they had.

Where can they go then?
There is a high probability that they will be absorbed into other troops, or become the poor people of Holy Terra...

The Solar Auxiliary Army will be completely buried in a dark corner.

The music on the other side of the Eternal Gate became even more cheerful, but the stomachs of the Sun Auxiliary Army soldiers began to growl.

"Did those bastards withhold our food again? How can we train if this continues?!"

The adjutant complained a little.

The intensity of their training is quite high, and it is impossible to carry out the training on an empty stomach. Nowadays, high-intensity training is becoming less and less, and most of the training is on combat knowledge.

No matter how poor it was, thanks to the persistence of the Sun Auxiliary Army, some of its heritage was finally preserved.

Sadly, they are no longer needed.

Holmes saw the complaints of the Sun Auxiliary Army soldiers and his eyes became increasingly dim.

But he couldn't do anything.

Perhaps the layoffs have already begun. The suspension of material supply is a sign that more than one million solar auxiliary troops on Holy Terra will be disbanded!
Gradually, the soldiers saw the sergeant with his head down and remained silent, and they also fell silent.

The entire station was in a gloomy mood, which was out of tune with the hustle and bustle of the Eternal Gate and Holy Terra.

Suddenly, Holmes' communicator rang, and he answered it subconsciously: "Emperor, I am Sergeant Holmes of the 13th Infantry Company of the Solar Auxiliary Army, Veretaris Storm, please go ahead..."

Then he realized.

That was the public channel of the entire Solar Auxiliary Army, and the person who was speaking was the commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum and the nominal supreme commander of the Solar Auxiliary Army - Moore!
That being never gave any orders to the Solar Auxiliary Army.

Apart from the inauguration tour, he hadn't even shown up in front of this legion for many years, but now he was speaking on the channel.

"Is this an order to dismiss the Sun Auxiliary Army?!"

Holmes' heart suddenly tightened and he almost didn't dare to listen to what was coming next.

It was not just him, other commanders as well. The entire channel was silent, with only the voice of Astra Militarum Commander-in-Chief Moore.

Holmes forced himself to calm down and tried to hear what the top commander said.

When he heard the content clearly, his pupils gradually showed a light of surprise and his heart beat faster and faster.

After a while, a soft and majestic voice sounded:
"Warriors of the Solar Auxiliary Army, I am the Primarch of Hope, the Savior Ron Grant. You are a glorious army, the most loyal army to the Emperor.

Now is the time when the Empire is in danger, and loyal warriors are needed to turn the tide. The great Emperor, Empire, and Holy Terra need you to fight for them.

But I don’t know if you can still bear this honor…”

This is a recording of the Savior, played to the commanders of the entire Solar Auxiliary Army.

After the Savior finished his recorded speech, the relevant orders were passed down layer by layer through the Supreme Commander Moore, various generals and commanders.

"The Emperor..."

Holmes was trembling all over as he listened to the Savior's words word for word, with tears falling from his eyes.

"We can still fight..."

He seemed to have received an order. His voice was a little hoarse, but very loud: "Yes, loyalty...loyalty!!!"

"Boss?"

The adjutants and squad leaders heard the noise and were a little confused: "What's wrong with you? Are there any instructions?"

They faintly looked forward to it.

The Sun Auxiliary Army has not received any orders for many years.

Holmes ended the call, his emotions still raging.

He looked at everyone, feeling indescribably moved, and choked up as he said, "Hope...Hope that the Primarch, Lord Savior, and Supreme Commander Lord Moore have announced the reactivation of the Solar Auxiliary Army.

We are about to go to the battlefield to fight against the heretics and rebels, and protect Holy Terra!"

Soon, the adjutant and squad leaders knew the whole story.

The hidden heresy and rebellion in Holy Terra attempted to create unrest, plunging the empire into extreme crisis.

The Savior, the Commander-in-Chief of the Star Army, the Pope of the State Religion, the Living Saint and even the Regent and other loyal beings united together to try to resolve this crisis.

They could not trust other troops and could only mobilize the most loyal troops, the Solar Auxiliary Army, to turn the tide.

In other words, they are the only hope and shoulder an extremely important mission!
In fact, the relevant recordings of the Savior were also sent to several other troops, such as the Crusaders, the Grey Knights, etc.

He said the same thing to every unit, all of them were loyal.

Hope that the trust of the Primarch Savior and others, as well as the activation of the Solar Auxiliary Army, made Holmes and others extremely excited and grateful.

But they still have some concerns.

"Our equipment..."

The adjutant looked at his shiny but functionless armor and said with a hint of uncertainty, "Can you handle such an important battle?"

Today's Solar Auxiliary Soldiers can't even maintain their basic armor, and their weapons are extremely outdated.

So poor that only basic qualities are left.

"War supplies will arrive soon, and we will get all the resources we want..."

Holmes was full of anticipation: "The Lord Savior has promised that the Sun Auxiliary Army will be armed and regain its former glory!"

At this moment, the hymns coming from the Eternal Gate became more and more passionate.

However, amidst such joy, there was a hint of unrest among the crowd watching the ceremony. Each nest became noisy, and there were secret private soldiers and troops gathering in secret.

The wave of opposition against the Primarch of Hope has begun!

……

The Eternity Gate pilgrimage site.

"Emperor, is this the savior?"

Nareson was squeezed in the crowd, looking at the parading Space Marines, the vehicle teams and the virtual image of the Primarch of Hope in a trance.

I finally got to see that benevolent being, but I wasn’t as happy as I thought.

When Naresen and the department's political staff returned to the ground, they discovered a shocking truth.

The Battle of Baal ended twenty years ago.

In other words, this accounting department and the people within it have spent twenty years doing useless work.

No value or contribution.

This made them very confused.

Neither Naresen’s department nor the higher-level departments could find the person in charge to whom he reported.

The person in charge passed away two years ago due to illness. He had no son to inherit the position, and no new personnel were transferred to replace him.

This accounting work has long been out of the scope of the domestic affairs agencies.

Now, the head of the accounting department is trying hard to find people everywhere, hoping to get new tasks.

Keep the department going.

If they cannot accept new tasks, they plan to return to the office after the ceremony and continue the calculations.

Even if it's meaningless.

Because everyone needs this job to sustain themselves and their families.

Just continue working at the post.

Only through the procedures of the relevant logistics departments can basic food be distributed to the government officials and their families so that they will not go hungry.

Naresen's faith was almost shattered, but she accepted it all. Even if there was no dedication, she had to continue to do accounting in that position so that her family could survive.

So as to avoid losing everything and having the crowded residence taken back by the logistics department and becoming a pauper with nothing.

To live in the slums.

In the slums, where danger lurks all around, disease and death are commonplace.

Government service families like theirs simply cannot survive.

However, a rumor is circulating in many departments.

The Primarch of Hope, the Savior, attempted to seize power, implement a dark dictatorship, and carry out reforms on Holy Terra.

By then, it is expected that more than 80 percent of departments will lose their value and be laid off, and countless people will lose their hereditary jobs.

Nothing.

That involves hundreds of billions of government officials!
Such news completely shattered Nareson's only fantasy.

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She didn’t understand what dark dictatorship was, let alone what reform was.

This government official who worked day and night and gave everything he had only knew that after the arrival of the savior, he would lose his job that had been passed down from generation to generation.

They and their families will starve to death or even die.

"Savior, are you really going to do this?"

Nareson held the portrait of the Savior in his hand and looked at the gentle smile in the virtual image with some disbelief.

That smile looked so fake.

Maybe he really is a bad guy.

He is like Vandir before, and like that tyrant, he will kill countless people.

Nareson thought so.

Vandire's deeds are taboos in the Empire, but they were widely spread by some people in order to attack the Primarch of Hope.

Under the guidance of caring people.

The people and government officials of Holy Terra regarded him as a hypocritical and cruel tyrant.

Such sentiments have secretly spread to more places.

In the distance, the Primarch of Hope and the Savior was about to take the stage to speak to the crowd watching the ceremony.

But the crowd rioted.

Some people took the lead in cursing, and many government officials followed in anger:
"Hypocritical executioner, tyrant, you are killing us!"

"You have violated the Emperor's beliefs!"

"We must not allow a new Vandir to come to power."

"Get out of Holy Terra!"

The voices of opposition gradually formed a wave, causing an uproar among the imperial high-ranking officials in the audience seats, while more people were sneering and planning their next move.

He even mobilized many troops and assassins.

In this situation, killing a being who disobeys the Emperor and attempts to rule in darkness will only be admired by people.

The edge of the steps of the stage.

"It seems like there are a lot of opposing voices..."

Ron sighed slightly.

He knows that public opinion can be manipulated.

But it was still a bit uncomfortable to have so many people scolding me all of a sudden. It had never happened before.

"Mr. Savior is not that kind of person."

The living saint and holy angel Saint Celestine maintained a cool and noble demeanor, which was in striking contrast to her private interactions.

She frowned slightly: "Those believers don't understand you and are misled."

The Holy Angel believes that she understands the Savior best, and she has had deep contact with the Savior's noble and warm soul.

He is so kind and is definitely not a tyrant.

Ron inadvertently closed the distance, his breath almost brushing the ear of the holy angel: “I’m glad that you trust me so much, you may be the only one who believes in me.

Would you like to accompany me to the podium?"

In the current situation, we must find a sacred, noble and trusted person to stand up for ourselves.

Only in this way can we better maintain the reputation of the Savior.

This holy angel is the best candidate, and she must face all this with him.

Saint Celestine's ears turned slightly red, and she almost couldn't maintain her cool demeanor.

She was deeply moved by this: "Mr. Savior trusts me so much. At a moment like this, I must accompany him!"

"Mr. Savior, I am willing to..."

The Holy Angel nodded and stood next to the Primarch of Hope and the Savior, leaning very close to the ground.

It was almost like holding hands.

Ron and the Holy Angel walked up to the stage, and below them were the Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy, the Forge General of the Mechanicus, the Grey Knights and others.

At this point, there is no need to be shy about anything.

But the Imperial Regent Guilliman did not show up.

The Primarch caught a rare cold during his pilgrimage and had to stay in bed to rest.

As the Primarch of Hope and the Savior stepped onto the stage, the wave of opposition suddenly heated up, and the sound of angry curses almost spread throughout the parade site.

But after the appearance of living saints and holy angels, the volume of that wave became much smaller.

Many believers fell into concerns and doubts and chose to keep silent temporarily.

The living saint who was loyal to the Emperor supported the Savior. Perhaps the rumors were false. They were waiting for the Savior's response.

But there are still many people cursing.

The entire pilgrimage site continued to buzz. The accusations were undermining the majesty of the Savior, and people no longer had any awe.

hum~
A huge projection of the savior wearing golden armor appeared in the air, overlooking everyone.

Many people are waiting for the savior's response or excuse. No matter what he says, it will only further arouse people's anger.

But Ron didn't say anything, just watched people quietly.

His psychic senses could sense that as he calmed down, some people began to become uneasy.

This is a pre-speech strategy.

Ron was observing the bewildered people, listening to their cursing and whispering.

Watching them in silent silence.

As the silence lasted, the noise of the riot began to subside and people became a little nervous.

The savior seemed to be looking at everyone and was watching himself.

Silent majesty is spreading.

Not just the audience.

Even the Savior's allies were a little nervous, and everyone was waiting for the Savior to speak.

This is what Ron hoped for, something he learned from a senior who was good at public speaking.

"I know how to use the power of silence instead of fearing it." - Moustache.

Ron took a deep breath into his lungs and let the sound burst out in the silence.

His steady voice reached every corner of the venue, even resonating in the atmosphere:
"My fellow citizens, I understand your concerns when facing the unknown, your hardships, and your grief and anger.

But please believe me.

Ron Grant, the Primarch of Hope and Savior, witnessed the suffering.

At that time, the heretic rebellion destroyed our home planet of Ers, the hive city fell and was in danger, and even I almost died because of the assassination of the heretic.

But I did not give in to depravity. Instead, I worked hard to maintain everything and ensure that people had enough food to eat.

I have gone through difficult times with the soldiers, the government officials, and the residents of the Dihu, and I know everything about them.

Finally, I banished the darkness and restored the light.

The planet Ers also prospered.

This is what Ers looked like before. Now it has become one of the most prosperous holy lands in the empire."

As Ron spoke, the virtual image played a comparison picture.

He said firmly: "Please believe in a Primarch who understands you. I will redeem all the people who are in distress. In simple terms, I will ensure that everyone has enough food and clothing and has enough jobs.

That is what I came to Holy Terra to do, so that all of you can have bread and milk..."

"fraud!"

"You're just like Vandir, trying to deceive us!"

"Everyone, don't believe this hypocritical liar. The Terra Court after his reform doesn't need so many people at all!"

There were still many people in the crowd who objected, and more noise came from the hive in the distance.

Ron was also mentally prepared for this.

It is impossible to convince everyone with just words, especially the opposition and its affiliated forces or those with vested interests.

No matter how well you do, those people will always be against you.

Because the reform itself is to eliminate these people, streamline all institutions, clear out a large number of inefficient or worthless personnel, and relocate them.

This is an unsolvable contradiction in itself, and it is enough as long as some people believe it.

It doesn’t matter even if they don’t believe it. I just want to find a legitimate reason to do something.

"I don't blame you for your misunderstanding, because you have been deceived."

Ron's tone became more serious and his speech speed increased:
“From the moment I set foot on Holy Terra, I was constantly assassinated by assassins sent by the heretics.

Those heretics and rebels, the creators of your miserable lives, are afraid of me and want to get rid of me, fearing the prosperity of Holy Terra.

They are the termites on Holy Terra who attempt to corrupt the Empire. They collude with heretics and aliens and even invade the Imperial Palace of Holy Terra, endangering the Golden Throne.

That is destroying the foundation of the empire and trying to overthrow the empire!
According to the intelligence I received, these heretics and rebels are brewing an extremely terrible conspiracy that will destroy everything..."

The screen shows some heretics and alien assassins invading the palace and being destroyed by the Imperial Guards. There are also records of the people of Holy Terra being killed by heretics and some planets being destroyed by heretics and aliens.

Very bluffing.

There is a lot of such information in the Imperial Guards library, but now it’s all done by the opposition.

"No, this is a complete slander!"

Such a sudden blaming left Violetta and other opponents dumbfounded. How could a mere power struggle become a betrayal of the empire?
Little did they know that they themselves were doing the same thing, but the savior had taken the lead.

It caught them off guard.

"I'm afraid this celebration of victory will have to be temporarily postponed..."

Ron mobilized his spiritual power, his golden wings spread out, and his whole body was bathed in golden light, so sacred.

This is especially true of the holy angel.

He looked at the crowd, his expression and voice full of loyalty:

"Our empire and Holy Terra are in a precarious crisis and may be destroyed at any time!
The people of the Empire, to protect Holy Terra from the threat of heresy and rebellion, to fight against the heretical forces that harm the people of the Empire, and for the prosperous future of the Empire and mankind.

In the name of the Primarch of Hope, the Saviour and the Emperor, I declare that Holy Terra is under a state of emergency from this moment forward until all heresy and rebellion are eradicated.

And Holy Terra will prosper!"

"For the Imperium, for Holy Terra."

Ron's voice became more pious: "I... will offer all my loyalty to the great Emperor!"

"loyalty!!!"

All the patrolling troops at the Eternal Gate roared, resounding through the sky.

At the same time, Lions Gate Airport in low-Earth orbit was closed and various defense fortresses were put on alert.

Holy Terra has entered an emergency state of martial law.

"Crazy, what a lunatic..."

Violetta screamed incoherently: "Vandil, he is Vandire!"

These opposition factions have realized that the Primarch's strong counterattack has turned the situation into a life-and-death struggle.

They should have considered this the moment they assassinated the Primarch of Hope.

"We have to send out all our troops..."

Violetta regained her composure and sent a message to her allies, preparing for the final struggle.

In fact, I hope the Primarch is right.

They still have the advantage in armed forces, and must eliminate the Primarch and his troops as quickly as possible.

Label it as rebellion.

Then create more public opinion and unrest, truly threatening the empire and forcing the regent and more forces to compromise.

This is their only chance.
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The airspace outside Holy Terra.

Batch of ships arrived, they were the logistics transport fleet of the Savior’s territory.

The large transport ship was loaded with so much supplies that anyone would be amazed, enough to drown Holy Terra...

(End of this chapter)