Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 471 Imperial Regent: No, don’t try to harm me!
After Ron sent the communication, he patiently waited for the battle report from the front line and the arrival of the High Lord.

at the same time.

The clusters of Redemption Titans that have descended on various locations have launched attacks, causing the entire planet to fall into panic.

"This is a trial of heretics and traitors. All irrelevant personnel must leave the war zone immediately!

I repeat, this is for heretics and traitors..."

Along with the ear-piercing warnings, thunderous and dull footsteps headed towards the fortresses in various places. The void shields and the light of the preheating muzzles could be clearly seen in the thick smoke.

Navigator area.

This area covers a vast area in Holy Terra, and every powerful Navigator family will build a clan palace here.

They used their vast wealth to decorate everything with splendor.

The palace of the leader of the Navigators, the Father of the Nova, is located in the center of this area, occupying more than a quarter of it.

Protected by layers of shield facilities and artillery arrays.

It was a peaceful and secure area, and the navigators never had to worry about their safety.

Because the role of the navigator is irreplaceable and therefore has a special legal status, the entire region has unique autonomy.

Not even qualified to enter the court.

Unless there is a formal invitation or there is a clear violation of imperial law.

The Navigator families are all extremely wealthy, arrogant and corrupt. In their spare time, they either indulge in extremely luxurious lives or engage in various political struggles on Holy Terra.

They don't want to gain anything.

Because I already have too much, I just want to use this to bring a little excitement to my luxurious and boring life.

They were so blinded by their arrogance and their special status that they openly opposed a Primarch.

Now, the behemoth of the Savior has broken in here, ignoring any laws and pleas.

Those roars were like the footsteps of death, and the navigators hid in the palace and trembled.

But they know very well that none of this can protect them.

"No, Emperor, we can't stop these war machines..."

The elder of the authoritative family had tears of fear in all three eyes, which made him look particularly funny.

These guys, who have been inbred in order to maintain family privileges, often have a slightly distorted appearance and seem a little too smart.

The elders and navigators were at a loss.

They are afraid of their own death and losing all these luxuries.

Especially after learning that the savior was going to drive the Titan to crush his brains out.

Even the defensive artillery array could not be activated due to the chaos, or they were not very good at controlling those creations.

It's just learning from other forces and buying them as a facade.

After all, this is the central area of ​​Holy Terra, what danger could there be?

Boom boom boom——

The artillery array finally lit up and bombarded the Redemption Titan's shield indiscriminately, but failed to cause any damage.

More of them fell into the surrounding palaces.

The elder watched helplessly as his palace collapsed and was then trampled upon by the divine machine, but it was too late for him to feel sad.

"Where's Nova's father?!"

The elder shouted in panic: "This is all the fault of the Father of the Nova. He provoked the primarch. He must come out and pay the price for all this!"

The Navigators hoped to hand over the Nova Father in exchange for the Primarch's forgiveness.

However, that existence has disappeared.

This makes them even more desperate.

"Emperor above, we surrender, we are willing to surrender!"

These natural psychics are not even willing to use their psychic powers to fight back, even though they are not good at fighting.

Terra Court.

The Roscavler family fortress.

Thirteen Emperor-class Titans and a cluster of even more Titans and Knights surrounded the area, and the turmoil caused by their advance alone created earthquakes.

The void shield above the fortress flickered helplessly, but no one thought it could withstand a divine machine of this scale.

"All armed forces must occupy important areas as quickly as possible. We must obtain the qualification for negotiations before the fortress array is destroyed!"

Ovileta screamed wildly, trying to make a final struggle.

He knew he could not surrender. The Primarch would not let him go so easily unless he could threaten him with something more valuable.

However, the screams in the channel became more and more intense, and more and more armed departments refused to respond.

I am setting myself up for failure.

"Where's our forbidden weapon? Activate it!"

Ovileta roared and ordered the technical servants to carry out an ancient psychic facility.

Aim it towards the area where the Titans are redeemed.

Along with whispers, terrifying psychic pressure gathered at the tip of the gun that resembled the muzzle.

yah~
Unfortunately, the psychic facility was hit by a powerful psychic dark matter before it could launch an attack.

The surrounding tech minions turned into black liquid, and the central psychic facility area collapsed into a psychic vortex, causing more damage.

Their forbidden weapons were destroyed, and the attack was launched by the psychic-type Redemption Titan!
It is a divine creation specially designed to deal with psychic forces.

Originally, only the Imperial Guard's Order of the Bad Omens could possess such a psychic titan, but now the Savior also has such a terrifying forbidden divine machine.

bang bang bang-

The Apocalypse missile launchers on the backs of thirteen Emperor-class Redemption Titans poured out destructive weapons, and the artillery fire of the remaining Titans and Knights also began to roar.

Annihilation plasma cannons, hellstorm cannons, plasma annihilators, gravity implosion cannons, turbo laser destruction cannons, earthquake cannons and more poured out.

The numerous artillery fires made the dim sky colorful, and the sky of Holy Terra was burning.

The curtain of fire of death and destruction covered the fortress of heresy and rebellion, like a doomsday punishment from heaven!
Layer after layer of void shields and force fields were disintegrated.

hum! ! !
The huge Kleus siege drill spun at high speed.

Several Wallbreaker-model heavy Titans stepped on the wreckage of super-heavy tanks, artillery, and more flesh and blood and came to the fortress wall.

The collision between the siege drill and the ceramic steel armor of the city wall produced dazzling sparks.

This solid fortress in the core area of ​​Holy Terra is crumbling under the attack of the Redemption Titan Cluster.

Even when it was first designed, the fortress was intended to defend against disasters like the Horus Heresy.

Allowing the beings inside to survive for several years under the siege of the legion.

But no one expected that the savior could mobilize more divine power than the original imperial warmaster.

"You guys, the wall-breaking honor crew, better hurry up, the savior can't wait!"

The command Titan sent a signal.

From the beginning of the attack until now, they have not felt any pressure, it's just like an outing.

The only regret is that the offensive force this time was too saturated and there was no chance to show ourselves.

Those department headquarters that had not been attacked also fell into panic. Although their high lords were not declared heretics, the Savior still sent out a cluster of Redemption Titans in the name of protection.

The Titan machine, emitting a strong sense of oppression, stood quietly on the square of the hive building, humming slightly.

It seemed as if it would activate in the next second and release destruction.

The shadows it cast covered building after building.

All the high lords who remained neutral became nervous, especially after receiving the communication from the Savior, which was a threat and intimidation.

They tried to work out a solution.

But no one was willing to take the risk of saying anything, after all, it might be suspected of opposing the Primarch of Hope.

The high lords were reluctant to go to the Senate.

They all knew that once they arrived at that area, it meant obedience and they had to accept the arrangements.

Maybe I will lose all my rights.

But if he didn't go, he might be declared a heretic and rebel by the Primarch and be attacked.

It's a dilemma.

“How should we deal with such a situation?”

Amid the roar of artillery fire, the Supreme Lord and Inquisition representative Cleopatra summoned the leaders of all the orders and said with a frown: "Why don't you say something!"

At this moment, the Grand Inquisitor was a little bit tempted to step down.

Due to the peculiar and loose organizational model, the Tribunal Representative is not a lifelong position but only has a five-year term.

Its only function is to represent the Inquisition in the Council of High Lords.

This position is not an honor that the Inquisitors seek, but more like a five-year paid vacation.

Most Inquisitors would rather become the head of an organization or lurk in dangerous star regions to investigate and deal with traitors.

Instead of arguing with a bunch of rotten old guys in an ancient theater.

Cleopatra was numb.

I just wanted to take a vacation, how did such a hot potato end up in my hands?
If the Inquisition loses more power in his hands, how will he explain to his colleagues?

I'm afraid he'll be hit by a club!

Due to their special powers, the Inquisitors are considered one of the most extravagant groups in the Empire and often do some outrageous things.

They had mixed feelings about the Primarch.

The Purists are more repulsive to the Primarch of Hope, especially those who follow the script.

They firmly believe that everything in the Empire must remain exactly as it is, and that even the slightest change would be a traitor to the Emperor.

Simplify government procedures?
heresy!

Improve people's lives?

heresy!

The Primarch has returned?
It could also be heresy!
The same is true for the human supremacist faction.

Because the Primarch of Hope is too closely connected to the aliens, and they believe that only pure humans are qualified to survive in this universe.

The radicals, on the other hand, were more supportive of the Primarch of Hope.

For example, the faction of reformers believed that the empire would be doomed to fail if it continued in the current state and that drastic changes and reorganization were necessary.

The faction that reveres aliens also finds Hope's Primarch to be quite to their liking. They believe that the Empire's extreme rejection of aliens has more disadvantages than advantages, and that even if aliens have no strengths to learn from, they are still worth utilizing.

Especially in the fight against chaos.

The most radical faction, the Xanthiites, were more supportive of some of the actions of the Primarchs, and they felt that only by harnessing the power of Chaos could they defeat Chaos.

Chaos weapons must be used whenever possible.

Therefore, the radical factions of the Inquisition often cooperate with the Ers Inquisition and get along very well with each other.

Now, both the Puritans and the Radicals were troubled by the Primarch of Hope's bold behavior.

That being broke into the Senate, which symbolizes the supreme power of the empire, and attempted to control all authority.

Originally, the Ers Tribunal often took away the business of the Imperial Tribunal. Once that person holds power, the Ers Tribunal will probably become even more arrogant.

Wouldn't these people be laid off and unemployed?
But they have no ability to resist. What if a cluster of Titans outside rushes in?
Cleopatra sat upright in her seat, looking like a salted fish.

He really doesn't want to get involved in these power struggles.

The Grand Inquisitor is the leader of the Shining Silver Faction. He is obsessed with becoming a necromancer and is keen on learning the sorcery that can bring souls back from the Warp.

Hoping to resurrect the Emperor in this way.

This guy was still thinking about finishing his term quickly so that he could practice the latest witchcraft he had learned.

Although this often leads to more chaotic consequences.

In the team of the Demonic Inquisition, Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Koven, was at the front of the team, looking leisurely.

He didn't have any worries.

Ever since his outing to the Garden of Nurgle, his prestige among the Grey Knights and even the Inquisition had soared.

Not even the Supreme Grand Master can compare.

After all, he is the only one in the Inquisition who has led a team to face the evil god Nurgle, which is almost the highest honor mission of the Inquisition.

It is said that the Grey Knights Grand Master destroyed a high-ranking Daemon of Nurgle with a sliding tackle in a fit of rage.

And fired at Nurgle's rotten hand!

Of course, Coven would never admit that he just fired the bullet accidentally due to extreme nervousness, and that the bullet did not cause any harm to Nurgle.

I guess even the Chaos Evil God doesn't know about this.

But this did not affect his colleagues in the Ordo Malleus, who were jealous of him and the Grey Knights who went to the Garden of Nurgle with him.

Especially when passing by the honor flag of the Seventh Brotherhood with demon bones and fragments of Nurgle's skin attached to it.

Those things were brought back by the Grey Knights for research during their outings, and they were completely inactivated by the burning of the sacred urns.

Looking at his colleagues in the Inquisition who were frowning, Ke Wen straightened his back unconsciously.

In any case, this matter will not have any impact on me.

After all, he and the Seventh Brotherhood have already surrendered to the Lord Savior, and their relationship is very close!

Suddenly, the courtroom's meeting hall fell silent.

at the same time.

Coven felt that everyone was looking at him, and the representative of the Inquisition left his seat at some point.

Coming this way.

All of a sudden, all eyes turned to him.

The representative of the Tribunal, Cleopatra, came to Coven and smiled: "Sir Coven, you have a good relationship with the Savior, right?"

"We have fought side by side on the most difficult battlefields to destroy heresy and evil."

Ke Wen nodded. That was the honor of the Grey Knights.

"For the Emperor, and for the future of the Inquisition, perhaps you should take on more responsibility."

Cleopatra was very satisfied and even a little relieved.

He looked at everyone and said, "My term as the representative of the Tribunal is about to end, and it is time for me to step down early. I would like to suggest that His Excellency Coven be elected as the new representative of the Tribunal."

There is not much of a hierarchy within the Inquisition, but rather a collection of beliefs and ideas, all of which are solely responsible to the great Emperor. Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Corwin, is qualified to be a representative of the Inquisition, not to mention that he has such a dazzling honor.

More importantly, he has a better relationship with the Savior.

It will be possible to retain more power for the Inquisition in this coup reform without easily angering that entity.

"Mr. Representative, this is inappropriate, isn't it?"

These words caught Ke Wen off guard and he was a little confused.

As the head of the special forces of the Inquisition, he is only responsible for dealing with heretics and demons, and does not get involved in any politics.

How can I serve as a representative of the trial court?

And he was unwilling to argue with those old guys in various meetings.

I only know how to kill demons, and I just want to get more holy urn bombs to bomb the heretics and evil spirits!
"Emperor, you are the most suitable person."

Cleopatra was much shorter than Corwin, but she still managed to hold the Grand Master's hand: "No one is more qualified than you to represent the Tribunal right now."

Upon hearing this, the other chief judges nodded in agreement without any disagreement.

Although the Inquisitors usually do some things that ordinary people cannot understand, there is no doubt that they are the elites of the empire and have received a good education since childhood.

He still has basic political acumen and intelligence.

"Look, everyone agrees."

Cleopatra was afraid of any accidents, so she spoke very quickly, as if to pass on the blame: "I declare that the Inquisition's emergency procedure No. 856 is now initiated, and the Grey Knights Grand Master Coven is appointed as the new Inquisition representative in advance.

The fate of your colleagues depends on you!"

Upon hearing this, the judges placed their hands on their chests, expressing their agreement with the appointment according to the etiquette of the court.

That means the appointment has been approved, and relevant documents, badges, seals, etc. will be further confirmed, and relevant personnel will cooperate with the work.

But that's not important.

The important thing is that now they need Corwin to represent the Inquisition to negotiate with the harsh Primarch of Hope.

"But...I haven't agreed yet!"

Surrounded by the special etiquette of the judge and his colleagues, Koven became a little anxious.

However, at some point, the robe of Cleopatra, the former representative of the Inquisition, had been draped over him.

It itself is also missing.

The Grey Knights Grand Master looked a bit out of place in his tall figure wearing a robe that was obviously too short for his position.

At this time, new news came:
"The High Lords of the Astronomical Court and the Archives Department have already set off for the Senate on a shuttle ship!"

This made the judges even more anxious.

At such an important moment, being able to arrive as quickly as possible is itself an important political signal.

They have the right person and must seize the opportunity.

"Hurry up, prepare the shuttle!"

"It's too late, use witchcraft to teleport!"

In the hall.

The witchcraft formation formed by spiritual energy flickered and enveloped the new representative of the Tribunal, Coven, who was in a daze.

Teleported it to the outskirts of the Senate.

……

Court of Assassins.

This Imperial secret organization initially operated independently under the leadership of the Imperial Regent Malcador and was his personal secret organization.

To check and balance other departments and deal with some heresy and rebellion for the empire.

The Emperor allowed it to exist.

No one wants to mess with the Assassin's Court unless they are tired of living.

Any existence within the Empire, from the lowest inhabitants of the most remote hives to the High Lords of Holy Terra, could die on the spot at any time.

For example, being sniped from a distance with a forbidden weapon, having your brains scattered, being disemboweled by a madman, or swallowing a normal food and never waking up again due to an ancient toxin.

Those assassins could appear anywhere, patiently waiting for tens or even hundreds of years to take action and eliminate their targets at any time.

They even have the ability to assassinate the Primarch.

But after the Horus Heresy, the increasingly formalized Assassin's Court no longer had the power of discretion, and only the Council of the High Lords had the power to vote and pass assassination orders.

Kill some heretics and rebels.

This ensured the safety of the empire's upper echelons to a certain extent, but also made them more unscrupulous.

Today, the Assassin's Court is quiet, but the looming shadows indicate that high-level assassins are gathering, but they are not exposed to the sun.

The tall figure of High Lord and Assassin Master Idia was covered by the liquid costume, forming a perfect tights, which further highlighted her figure.

Even some special curves.

But all this is wrapped in a thick black robe.

She has only been in this position for a short time, is taciturn, and the previous assassin leader was a legendary person named Fadis.

He has killed high lords and their accomplices who participated in the rebellion.

But after this incident.

The legend no longer participated in the Council of the Supreme Lords and disappeared from then on, so as not to cause unnecessary suspicion and panic.

And Idia took on this mission, even though she didn't like sitting with people who might become assassination targets.

Now she was going to meet the Primarch.

Perhaps, the Assassin's Court will make a big move with the permission of the Senate.

Idia moved forward steadily, and even the earthquake caused by the roar of artillery fire could not shake her body at all.

She stepped into the cabin quietly and sat in a dark corner as usual.

Afterwards, this special shuttle entered a stealth state to avoid visual and radar detection.

Then he went to the Senate quietly...
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senate.

"This crappy seat hurts my butt after sitting for a long time. I'll get a sofa here later."

Ron leaned back, mumbling, and glanced at the time again.

I have already gained an absolute advantage in this power struggle, and it is basically impossible for any accidents to occur.

The next step is to wait for the audience with the high lords and formally take over the law and power.

From a presumptuous point of view, this is almost equivalent to a "coronation ceremony".

Although it is not stated explicitly.

But who arrives first and who arrives last must be recorded in a notebook.

As for those who haven’t arrived, just put them on the blacklist!
Suddenly, Ron became aware of hurried footsteps, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Lord Savior!"

The high lord's voice was so pious that it even had a hint of flattery.

Ron looked up and saw an unexpected person.

He frowned slightly: "Why are you here?!"

I really didn’t expect that the first person to come would be one of the members of the Union of Light—the Father of the New Star.

What I just said was that all the high lords who are still loyal must come.

I don’t know whether that guy is smart or stupid. He just comes here so carelessly. Isn’t he afraid that I will kill him on the spot?

"Savior, please accept my loyalty!"

Facing the Primarch's gaze, the dignified High Lord and Father of the Nova had no courage to resist and fell to his knees with a thud.

His voice trembled and tears fell:

"I am willing to accept all your punishments, and the Navigator Family is willing to follow your leadership unconditionally."

When the father of the rising star heard that the Savior was going to use Titan to crush his head, he immediately ran over and expressed his loyalty.

Ron looked at Nova's father, somewhat speechless.

Because normally it is impossible for a Navigator to start a rebellion or weaken the Empire.

They depend on the empire for survival and may play an important role, but they are not absolutely irreplaceable.

Therefore, apart from squandering their wealth, they generally cannot do anything big.

This time, the father of the rising star followed the Union of Light to cause trouble. He is both inexperienced and playful, and it makes no difference whether he is there or not.

The whole time it was just there to make up the numbers.

It is more likely that he was fooled by those guys and lost his mind.

Ron hesitated whether to kill this guy.

But after thinking about it, he decided not to do so: "I can spare your life, but you and the Navigator family must accept the punishment."

He decided that after this incident, he would hand this guy over to the imperial guards and put him in the palace prison to atone his sins.

When you can come out depends on your mood.

As for the position of High Lord, it is also reserved for the Father of Nova, and there will be no new candidate.

This would also allow him to better control the Navigator Family, and use this incident to cleanse those wealthy guys.

Search the house thoroughly to see if there is any evidence of heresy or treason, and confiscate all of it!
In fact, the Emperor was very disgusted with the Navigator family's use of power to seize a large amount of wealth and blindly participate in politics.

He planned to carry out a major purge after the webway was repaired.

Unfortunately, the emperor sat on the golden toilet while building the Internet, and the matter was left unresolved.

Now I can do this for him.

Ron raised his hand and pointed, and the father of the rising star stayed in the corner obediently.

Now he only deserves to sit at the children's table.

Afterwards, more high lords arrived one after another, such as several of his allies, the Minister of Archives, the Master of the Star Torch Academy, the Master of the Star Language Court, and so on.

However, the arrival of the Grey Knights' Grand Master, Coven, was somewhat of a surprise to him.

"What's your problem?"

Ron noticed that everyone was looking at him in a strange way and felt a little confused.

Do they feel they are unworthy of sitting in the chair of parliament?
The high lords looked at the Primarch of Hope sitting on the throne, and then looked at the three ferocious Titans of Redemption that were roaring faintly behind the throne and overlooking them.

They swallowed, not daring to say anything or ask anything.

The Primarch of Hope was able to act recklessly on Holy Terra and sit on the throne of the Emperor, which was obviously a deliberate act.

Could they possibly kick him out of that position?

Especially when these people saw the face looming in the night sky behind Primarch Hope, they became even quieter.

That is the face of the Primarch of Hope composed of countless warships in space.

All we can say is that that being knows how to intimidate others, and they really didn't dare to move.

Soon, the Imperial Regent Guilliman also arrived.

When he saw where the savior was sitting, he frowned and said, "Brother Ron, this seat..."

The imperial regent pondered and considered what measures to take to remove his brother from the position of father.

And it didn't seem good to say that on the spot.

"The Lord Regent is here!"

When Guilliman arrived, Roan immediately stood up and greeted him enthusiastically.

After seeing the other person's gaze, he understood what he meant. It was indeed a bit disrespectful to Lao Ji for him to sit in the chairman's seat at this time.

After all, he is still the regent of the empire.

They had originally discussed that after taking control of the Elder Council, he would become the head of the parliament, Guilliman would continue to be the regent of the empire, and then they would work together to promote reforms.

Anyway, he was not willing to work so hard on Holy Terra for the time being, and he had to rush back to deal with his own Webway.

Just place some people in place and control the power.

This is just a position, and I have to give face to Lao Ji, the imperial regent.

The existence of this world values ​​similar treatment or honor the most.

"Come, come, Your Excellency the Imperial Regent, please take a seat!"

Ron enthusiastically went over to Guilliman, took his hand, and invited him to sit on the throne.

"No need, I'll just sit next to you."

However, Guilliman seemed somewhat resistant and rejected the offer.

I am only the regent of the empire, not the lord of the empire. It would have a bad influence if I sit in this position.

What's more, he didn't dare.

My father is not really dead and he still has his will.

He still remembered how that strict father treated the Primarch who violated his authority.

The scene of Lorgar being forced to kneel before his father, himself and the warriors was still vivid in his mind.

It was an unspeakable humiliation.

Now letting him sit on the throne that symbolizes his father's power, isn't that harming himself? The incident of the Second Empire is not over yet!

"Hey, why are you being so polite? Who are we talking to?"

Ron thought that Guilliman was trying to make excuses to him, but perhaps the ancient throne world of Holy Terra also had similar customs?
Sit down!

He used the same trick he used when visiting relatives during the New Year, and without anyone noticing, he pushed Guilliman down and sat on the throne.

Finally satisfied.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the depths of the Holy Terra Palace.

The psychic will from the Golden Throne awakened and spread to the surrounding areas, especially this ancient parliament building.

"Hiss~ Why did the old emperor wake up..."

Ron frowned slightly and muttered, "Could it be that the earthquake caused by Titan affected the Golden Throne? Wouldn't he be angry?"

The psychic consciousness seemed to be puzzled by the changes in Holy Terra. It swept over and stayed there.

At this moment, Guilliman, sitting on the Emperor's throne, was already sweating profusely...

(End of this chapter)