Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 96 Recovering the Grey Wolf Gang's Territory
Looking at such a strange scene, everyone was extremely alert.

This is probably a powerful guy.

But no one will back down.

According to the Governor's order, this guy must be dealt with tonight in order to make it to the grand trial.

"Ready to fight!"

Carter and his guards drew their chainswords and marched in a line toward the horrible mountain of corrupted flesh.

They walked with a firm step, determined to die.

However, as they got closer, the mountain of rotten flesh did not move at all.

The Gray Wolf warband leader's painful voice continued:

"Suffering, torture, and endless plague!"

"It's so noisy, you bastards, leave me alone!"

He paused, as if feeling uncomfortable. The mountain of flesh shook and many parasites fell down.

"It's so itchy, someone can help me scratch it"

"Oh, forget it, just kill me..."

Carter felt strange. It didn't seem like the leader was talking to them, but rather to himself.

He tried to attack, hacking at the nearest rotten flesh, pus and blood spurting out.

The mountain of flesh immediately began to tremble, and the leader groaned:
"Phew~ It feels so good, tickle me some more."

This immediately made Carter at a loss, and he even felt a little humiliated.

He stopped attacking and continued forward with the guards until they reached the deepest part of the meat mountain.

There they saw the terrible leader.

Carter frowned and looked at each other with the guards.

"is it him?"

"right?"

The guard next to him quickly took out the wanted poster and looked at it, then stared at the leader carefully before he dared to confirm.

"The features all match, it's definitely him!"

The guards looked at the leader who was said to be extremely powerful, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The leader was lying on a throne made of rotten iron nails. His body had grown together with the rotten and greasy mountain of flesh. Even moving was a luxury.

The only evidence that he was alive was his labored breathing and groans filled with pain.

The leader noticed something and raised his eyes with difficulty to look:

"The people from the Royal Court District...are they here to kill me?"

After saying this, he lowered his eyes again, as if the action of raising his eyes had consumed all his strength.

The leader had no intention of resisting.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter at all, he is so tired.

Pain and disease have been with the leader ever since he was corrupted and grew into this damned mountain of flesh.

But he simply couldn't bear this gift, he felt resistance and couldn't enjoy it.

The leader wailed in agony every day, ordering and even begging his subordinates to end their lives.

But no one listened to him and regarded it as a miracle from a great god.

Now, he just wants to end this endless pain and epidemic as soon as possible.

Looking at the leader in agony, Carter had no mercy at all. The heretic scum before him had killed too many people!
He resisted the urge to execute him and issued the order:
"Dig him out!"

This heretic scum cannot die so easily, he deserves to be tried in public by the Governor!
The guards used chainswords to cut through the rotten flesh and took the leader out of the mountain of rotten flesh.

Then, amid his howls of pain, he was stuffed into a sealed container.

Bang!
The guards found highly flammable kerosene, poured it on the mountain of rotten flesh and set it on fire.

When Carter led the guards out of the gate, the entire warehouse was on fire.

Countless parasites screamed and squeaked, turning into ashes along with the rotting flesh.

The guards prevented a terrible corruption.

If the leader continued like this, endured the pain and disease, and crossed a certain critical point.

Then it is very likely to attract terrible attention.

Under the benevolent gift of that existence, this planet will become a paradise of plague, and all life will be forced into an endless carnival...

After Carter and other guards left the core area, the outer battle had ended and the Grey Wolf Gang had been destroyed.

They had completed the task assigned by the Governor. After all this was over, Carter gathered the guards and quickly rushed back to the Royal Court.

At this time, the battle in the entire Grey Wolf Gang territory was nearing its end.

Only sporadic gunfire could be heard.

At dawn, a large number of defense forces and judicial police poured into the area like a tide.

They are responsible for subsequent cleaning and maintaining order.

From now on, the Royal Court District can officially declare that it has recovered this area.

Of course, due to the complexity of this area, more efforts will be needed to govern it in order to fully integrate it into the ruling system of the Royal Court.
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As the sky brightened, Yarui, who had just finished fighting, walked on the street holding the little girl.

He planned to adopt the poor child.

The little girl was in Yarui's arms, not crying or making a fuss, and was trying hard to swallow the wheat starch stick in her mouth.

It was the latest type 3 wheat starch stick, which contained at least 30% wheat flour and was specially designed for senior personnel to consume.

On the planet Ers, this was an unimaginable delicacy that completely conquered the little girl.

Seeing this, Keith, who was standing next to her, stuffed another Type 3 wheat starch stick into her little hand.

He asked Yarui:

"By the way, what's this little guy's name?"

"Maya, that's the name my mother gave me," the little girl said timidly.

“A nice name”

Keith looked at Yarui, a little worried:
"One-eyed dragon, can you take good care of this little guy?"

They are all defense soldiers, they can't bring her into the barracks, right?
"Damn it... No, I don't know how to take care of a child!"

Yarui is carefree:

"I plan to send this little girl to Zhongsi College, where she will receive the best education, which is much better than staying with a rough old man like me."

The Zhongsi Academy, which is unique to the planet Ers, is about to be completed.

Yarui got an admission quota and happened to meet Maya, so he gave the quota to her.

Legend has it that the respected Bayev Governor will serve as the dean, and the honorary dean will be the great and benevolent Governor.

All gifted children, sons of officials and nobles, and orphans of war heroes will receive education there.

In addition to resident teachers, outstanding people in their fields will also be invited to give lectures.

Including the Bishop, the Mechanical Sage and even the Governor.

They will learn the best knowledge and skills, and more importantly, learn how to be loyal.

Yarui touched Maya's head and said:

“This is a very good opportunity.

Damn it... Once you enter Zhongsi College, you have to study very hard, okay?

I mean the kind of effort that disregards one’s life, which must not be eliminated…”

Zhongsi College has an elimination rate, and it is extremely high. Only the best people can make it to the end and be entrusted with important tasks.

The quota is very precious, and this kind of gift is something that lower-class families cannot obtain in many lifetimes.

When Yari's family stowed away from the bottom nest to the lower nest, half of them died.

When he followed the tide of refugees from the lower nest into the upper nest, he was the only one left in the family.

He knew very well that it was harder than climbing to the sky for people at the bottom of society to climb up and become the upper class.

It would be a blasphemy if such a precious gift were wasted.

That was something that Yarui, as a Bottomnester, could not tolerate.

Maya remained silent and nodded vigorously.

Yarui knew that the little guy understood what he meant, and he was very happy.

Maya is a smart and brave child.

When Yarui and others returned to the royal court, in the towering spire mansion, the maids were busy preparing breakfast for the governor.

And our great Governor, who had been hit by a powerful psychic blow from the God-Emperor, finally woke up from his coma.

"Ah, comfortable!"

Ron got up and stretched. He hadn't had such a comfortable sleep in a long time.

He felt strange:
"Could it be that His Majesty the Divine Emperor's psychic whipping can also help with sleep?"

(End of this chapter)