Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 730 This is also a preview, does your father know?
After praising Peter Egan Momus, the mortal architect sent by the Emperor to rebuild this place in an aria (the poor man seemed to be dizzy and about to cry because of the Warmaster's over-enthusiastic praise); praising the Mechanicus representative Regulus for their reverse engineering of the gravity and phase weapon equipment of World 63-19, and seemed to be unaware of the explosive news reported by the other party that "three never-before-seen standard manufacturing templates were discovered" (Lami Zahn stared at "Horus" and frowned again), the new planetary governor of World 63-19, Lachris, with a sad face, stepped forward and began to speak.

"I really can't believe it," only a few people standing near him on the stone platform could hear the Lord of Steel muttering to himself, "Three new STCs for one planet! This can attract dozens of Mechanicus Forge Worlds to come out in full force, and then type out the opponent's source code here on the spot. He is actually indifferent? How strange!"

Dorn had a blank expression on his face, and his sculpted face showed no thoughts. The Husar guards retreated further away under the command of the captain. Fricks and Berossus both looked sleepwalking, standing stiffly beside Perturabo, because the Lord of Steel had just taken the time to ask them about the current situation of the Fourth Legion in a friendly tone, and he looked very worried.

Lachris' speech was very difficult, and it was obvious that this former senior officer of the Byzantine Guard did not like his new position at all - for the soldiers of the Astra Militarum ten thousand years in the future, perhaps the position of a planetary governor would be the best reward for their military conquests, but in the 30K era, holding such a position was more like a sacrifice.

Because all the Byzantine Guards were recruited from Terra or the solar system, to them, being left behind in a newly conquered land by the advancing conquest fleet was tantamount to exile in disguise, and they didn't know whether they would be able to return to their homeland of Terra or see the fleet return in their lifetime.

Although it seems glamorous to become the ruler of a galaxy, it is actually despairing if you think about it carefully. There is no good solution for the future. Perhaps after Lachris succeeds in making the people of this world obey the empire, his descendants will multiply here and regard the 63-19 world as their new home.

But for Lacris himself, he was left in a place where, except for a small number of troops left behind, the only people there were were hostile strangers. He needed to try to adapt to all the new things, overcome all the unknown and potentially dangerous things, and - once the fleet set sail, the day might come when they would never see each other again in this life.

——The conquest fleet sails to the starry sea, constantly discovering new worlds and conquering them for the Emperor. Even if it returns, it may not pass by here. The only hope for Lachris to return to Terra in his lifetime may be to completely pacify this place before retirement and have a successor who is capable enough to suppress this place when he boards the ship returning to Terra.

And apparently the poor new governor is now trying hard to add some possibilities of returning to his roots in his future.

"In fact, I have to report to you with great regret, Warmaster." He said, bowing deeply, "The surrender work here may take several years or even decades. Although the High City and his false emperor were beheaded by the precise surgical beheading of the Shadow Moon Wolf, the military strength of the rebels on this planet outside the capital area still retains enough numbers and organization. We estimate that the fleet will need to stay here..."

"Horus" sighed, although it was very light, but because he was so conspicuous standing in the middle of the stone platform, everyone noticed it, so Lacris immediately shut his mouth, and his former boss, Commander-in-Chief Varvarus, immediately rescued his old subordinate in time.

"Sir, the main reason is that we are not allowed to directly destroy the local factories and scientific research facilities or clear out the local population. They are needed in the pre-planned plan of this world. Therefore, my soldiers can only engage in guerrilla warfare and urban street fighting with them. 63-19 is a planet with a complex climate. Like Terra, it has both rainforests and deserts, as well as a large number of modern buildings. Without destroying the ecosystem here, it is foreseeable that true surrender and restoration of its functions will not be an easy task in the short term."

Horus sighed again, and Lamizane found himself seeing more and more of Perturabo in the wolf-god's face - was he beginning to lose his patience?
Then the Warmaster raised his eyes and glanced at Chief Captain Abaddon who was standing on the side of the stone platform.

Ramizane followed his gaze and just saw a flash of hesitation on Abaddon's face. At the same time, the Chief Captain turned his gaze to the shadow cast by the platform behind him - there stood the other three members of the Council of Four Kings.

He saw Torgaddon's small gesture of prompting, and then the young Gaviel Loken stepped forward, placed his helmet on the edge of the stone platform under Horus' feet, and began to recommend himself and his Tenth Company.

Almost impatiently, the Warmaster approved Loken's suggestion to have the Tenth Company land on the ground again to assist the auxiliary troops in clearing out the guerrillas and the rebels. "It's only right," before Loken could say more, the Warmaster gave him a charming smile and nodded in approval, "You and your Tenth Company are the first company to land in the palace, and you are the first senior officer to rush to the Golden Throne of the Emperor, and you were the first to see through the Emperor's final trap for us, so it's only right that your work be brought to a perfect conclusion."

"This... this is exactly what I wanted to say! Commander!" Locke seemed to be dazzled by the over-charming smile. "Please give the order to the Tenth Company, and let us crush any possibility of rebellion for you."

"Of course. I think Commander-in-Chief Valvarus and Governor Larix would welcome you to join their command, wouldn't they?"

What did I hear?! What do you mean by "Gaviel Loken and his company were the first to reach the Imperial Palace?! What do you mean by he was the first to reach the Golden Throne?! What do you mean by he saw through the Emperor's trap?!" Did something like this happen on 63-19?! No one knows... plus Loken said he would crush all rebellion... it's really ironic!
Ramezane blinked very quickly, and it seemed that a phrase of the ancient Seris quintessence was on the tip of his tongue. Fortunately, at this moment, "Horus" suddenly turned his head and glanced at where the two brothers were standing, and immediately winked at Ramezane, telling him not to move or speak.

The message was conveyed, but it was a pity for the two tridents standing behind Ramizane, who began to show sleepwalking expressions on their faces again, causing the captains of the first and third companies opposite them to pay close attention.

Just when Ramizarn thought that the meeting was coming to an end and nothing would happen again, he couldn't wait to talk to "Horus" alone about the issue of Malohorst.

The two questions and answers shocked him again.

"…Finally, then, due to the understandable opposition within my own Legion, the Imperial Fists will be responsible for the funeral rites for the Emperor."

"Don't worry." The golden armor and eagle ornaments of the Terran Guard gleamed in the light, and the metal silk cloak was as red as blood. "I have personally arranged that the remains of the Emperor and his followers will be escorted by the Imperial Fists honor guard and the coffin will be sent to the cemetery for burial. The honor of the Luna Wolves will not be tarnished in any way."

...What are you doing?! To be able to rehearse to this extent...Does your father know about this?!

Ramizane was stunned.

Wouldn’t that mean… the situation of the two Primarchs who were “present” afterwards was also too unlucky!

Pepe, save me! I don’t want to be a preview of any of this!!!
(End of this chapter)