Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 474 Savior: Is there someone named Titus among you?

The dilapidated destroyer was getting closer and closer to Holy Terra.

The appearance of this humanity's home planet and throne world gradually became clear.

Everyone who has been to the throne world knows that this planet is dark yellow, has no clouds, green land, and does not emit light.

It always looks gloomy and has been like this for thousands of years and has never changed.

But now, Holy Terra has become a strange place.

"Your Majesty the Emperor..."

Altus and the others became confused and felt more uneasy. This unknown fear was even more terrifying than the traps set by the Dark Eldar when they encountered them.

The Death Watch Captain looked at his adjutant and asked, "What are the detection results? Are there any traces of aliens here? Are we at the right time?"

If this was a trap set by the aliens in disguise, then he would have to send out the killing ship to destroy this serious blasphemy.

There is another possibility.

That is the turbulence of time and space. The empire has recorded many similar phenomena.

His ship might have been seriously lost in the warp route and came to an unknown era. Perhaps this is Holy Terra from a certain era before the Great Crusade?

"Our detectors have detected no traces of alien technology."

The adjutant's data board displayed a series of data codes: "But the route node device is damaged, and we cannot confirm the current space node traces. Should we continue to approach?"

He was somewhat worried that the ship would be intercepted or even attacked after entering the air defense zone because it had no permission.

"That's a problem..."

Altes frowned, a little hesitant, wondering if he and his people had arrived at the wrong timeline.

You may face cruel treatment.

He was thinking from the perspective of an Imperial. The Empire was ruthless in dealing with those lost people. Imprisonment and interrogation were considered light punishments, and burning them to death as heretics was also the norm.

Perhaps, we can drive a killing ship and sneak in to investigate?

This is a common tactic used by the Death Watch, which allows them to enter a planet in a stealthy manner and then carry out decapitation or destruction.

Even destroy the entire planet.

However, before Altus could make a decision.

The destroyer was locked by the air defense radar and had nowhere to hide.

Just as they were on guard, a soft female voice came out: "Warriors of the Death Watch, welcome back to the human homeland. Please follow the designated passage to enter the airport.

Due to the latest regulations, we have configured a data serial number for this ship: SWⅣ1347413……

Friendly reminder: Holy Terra now implements traffic control and license plate restriction policies to ease traffic pressure and improve air pollution.

Your private ship is within restricted range and will not be allowed to enter the atmosphere.

We recommend that you use public transportation to reach your destination. Please understand and cooperate."

The first phase of Holy Terra's 11th Five-Year Plan Renovation Project has been initially completed.

The Mechanical Goddess has incorporated Holy Terra's existing data into the psychic network, and the information of important forces such as the Death Watch has also been recorded into it.

The radar system and air traffic controllers at Lions Gate Airport can naturally distinguish their ships.

It is hoped that the Primarch Savior will transfer hundreds of millions of government officials and service personnel from the territories to various systems in the Throne World to train the relevant personnel.

To promote the implementation of the New Deal.

It also involuntarily makes Holy Terra more like the territory of the Savior.

???

When Altus and the others heard this, they suddenly became dazed and confused.

Isn't the airspace control of Holy Terra done by servitors?
Some of the special nouns are even more difficult for them to understand.

"Is this Holy Terra?"

Altus subconsciously asked a nonsense question, then corrected himself: "I mean, what time is it in the Imperial calendar now?"

He was anxious to know what had happened.

The female civil servant in charge of air traffic control was quite patient:

"Warrior of the Death Watch, I understand your confusion. This is Holy Terra, in the year 80.M42 of the Imperial Calendar. The Great Savior and the Imperial Regent reshaped the Throne World.

I will send you a relevant information, please receive it as soon as possible to help you better adapt to the new environment.

The communication is about to end, please go to the corresponding airport as soon as possible to avoid traffic jam..."

The dilapidated destroyer crossed some kind of barrier and followed the trajectory into the airport's route. The Death Watch suddenly realized that there were densely packed ships in the airspace.

You can see many ships from other civilized worlds and the Mechanicus, including a large number of transport ships.

The lights from those ships lit up the night sky like an endless stream of stars.

They had never seen such a prosperous airport.

bang bang bang-

Special fireworks bloomed in the space. Some giant flags of honor floated in the space. Words such as "Victory" and "Savior" could be vaguely seen.

That was the afterglow of the victory celebration; the official celebration had ended half a month ago.

More news about the new policy spread throughout the empire.

Altes and others stopped to watch and were attracted. Such a jubilant scene made the tense minds of these warriors relax a little.

Perhaps, this is really Holy Terra.

That savior and the Imperial Regent changed Throneworld.

These warriors had also heard of the name of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, and his legendary deeds.

"Adjutant, have you extracted the data sent from the airport platform?"

Altus inquired.

The ship is about to arrive at the port and they have to disembark. There are certain taboos or laws that they need to know and obey in advance.

"I did receive it."

The adjutant was flustered and replied angrily: "The attack of those damn Eldar aliens destroyed our channel system. The data can't be extracted at all!"

"Just keep going and send it to me when you have extracted it."

Altus did not wait and led the killing team to disembark: "Take the spoils with you. We will report our mission to the Inquisition. Stay alert."

He still had a trace of doubt, but it was always better to be cautious.

The killing teams are dressed in black armor and equipped with a variety of weapons, such as the dark green Undead super-phased sword and Gauss burst gun.

There are also dark energy spears and destroyer blaster guns taken from the dark elves, etc.

They are able to break free from the constraints of holy texts and imperial taboos, and use forbidden weapons at will without being criticized or judged.

Click.

The hideous mechanical shackles were clasped on the arm armor of two Death Watch warriors, connected to them was a pitch-black box, from which one could faintly feel the psychic fluctuations.

They walked forward, each carrying a box in one hand.

Inside are the spoils of this mission: specially tuned soul stones and opal fragments.

The kill team captured them in a brutal arena on the edge of Commorragh and fled back to the Empire in chaos.

But this is not the most important gain.

The most valuable piece of information was about Comoros and its supreme overlord, Asturbar Victor, leader of the Black Heart Cabal.

That concerns the safety of the empire.

They must report this to a being above the Grand Master of the Inquisition.

Due to so-called "restrictions", the Death Watch's shuttles cannot enter the atmosphere of Holy Terra, so they can only walk to the space elevator.

Then use the space elevator to reach the surface.

As soon as Altus and the kill team stepped off the ship, the noise of the port hall hit them.

Hundreds of thousands of people came and went, and the changes in the building structure made them feel a little overwhelmed.

"Without the guidance of that information data, it would be very troublesome..."

The Death Watch Captain thought so.

Perhaps they need to ask someone, otherwise it will take a long time.

hum~
A servo skull floated over:
"Death Watch ship SWIV134... personnel, do you require any guidance or map data?"

Altus looked at this overly intelligent servo machine and frowned slightly: "Yes, please give me the passage to the Tribunal."

The electronic eyes of the servo skull lit up slightly, and a mechanical cable extended from the back of the head, swaying in the air: "Service confirmed, please show the data interface."

Soon, this mechanical cable was connected to the data device on the company commander's arm armor and the corresponding data packet was input.

"Service is over, have a nice trip."

The servoskull retracted the mechanical cables and flew towards another ship. There were more such servos in the air serving the visitors at the port.

If there are special requests, guided tours are also available.

But that requires Throne Coins.

Following the instructions on the data equipment, Altus went to the corresponding space elevator. Fortunately, these large buildings had not changed much.

They found it quickly.

Inside the huge cabin of the space elevator.

“************!

I protest, this is unfair treatment, the Mechanical Forum cannot treat us like this!"

A series of imperial curses came out from the electronic speaker.

The Death Watch looked up with some surprise in their eyes.

They were two mechanical sages, wearing colorful mechanical goddess two-dimensional badges, and they were obviously senior fanatics of mechanical oil.

The instruments on the black-robed mechanical sage's body glowed red, as if they were warm. "We must go find the savior. Orville's contribution to the forging of the world cannot be forgotten!"

He was a little heartbroken.

After the Savior issued a call in the Mechanical Forum.

The mechanical sage gave up his research and rushed over immediately.

In addition to the generous gear coins and computing power resources, his main purpose is to get the precious and out-of-print Mechanical Goddess badge.

He has worked hard over the years to collect all the Mechanical Goddess badges, and without this one, it will not be perfect.

Unfortunately, this coup reform ended too quickly.

When many mechanics arrived, the assembly order had already ended, and quite a number of them were unable to receive the corresponding rewards.

They were making a big scene.

Seeing this, Hope the Primarch Savior had to make an exception and continue to distribute corresponding rewards in order to appease those guys.

Let them go back happily.

This activity lasted for several years and only ended recently.

It also led to the breakdown of the Orville Mechanical Sage's defense.

Although he set out early, the mechanical ark encountered subspace turbulence and arrived a little late.

Even the subsequent compensation reward was not received. "That's right, let's go find the savior!"

Another gray-robed mechanical sage also shouted, feeling sympathy for the same pain.

He didn't suffer a bumpy ride, but was attacked by an idiot alien.

Now the sage hates the aliens who have wasted his time, and has planned to drive a mechanical ark and use forbidden relics to destroy their world.

Altus looked at the two technological lunatics, unable to understand their decorations and behavior.

In the ten years of Alien Webway, the outside world has changed a lot.

In a trance, he felt that he was separated from the development of the empire, and many unchanging things became unfamiliar.

"Hey, that big black guy, are you from the Death Watch?"

The gray-robed mechanical sage looked over and made a suggestion: "Would you accept the offer to help me deal with a group of aliens and burn their world to ashes?"

Altes didn't bother with the technology lunatics, and would not offend these guys.

He firmly refused: "I'm sorry, Sage of the Mechanicus, we do not accept missions outside the Inquisition..."

"Think about it. My foundry can give you a batch of new weapons and Terminator armor, or the latest alien weapon technology."

The gray-robed mechanical sage is wealthy and powerful.

Now the whole Altus hesitated, and even the killing teams looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone knows that these technological lunatics control the best resources and casting technology in the empire and are extremely wealthy.

Even the Grand Master of the Inquisition behind them would be tempted.

Altus swallowed and said, "Sage of the Mechanicus, perhaps I can communicate with the Inquisition to see if…"

However, the attention of the two Mechanicus sages was no longer on him.

"Look at the Mechanical Forum. The Savior has released a new announcement. A new channel has been opened to obtain the out-of-print badge to make up for the regrets of latecomers!"

The red-robed mechanical sage was very excited, no longer looking like Hong Wen before. As long as there was a way to obtain it, it would not be a problem for him.

"Praise the Mechanical Goddess!"

The same is true for the gray-robed mechanical sage.

After the space elevator landed, the two mechanical sages immediately hurried to the registration location.

"Your Excellency the Sage..."

Altes tried to call out to the big money sponsor of the Mechanicus, but they had already disappeared due to the acceleration of the mechanical relic.

Seeing this, he had to give up and report to the court first.

Before long, these Death Watch warriors followed the guidance of the map data and squeezed onto the high-speed Titan train heading to the Inquisition.

inside the carriage.

Altus and the Killing Team didn't find a seat.

They stood in the handrail area in a guard formation, keeping alert, while government officials rushed to various departments around them.

Some people were carrying Nafar bread and Steger milk, or processing data on data boards and using communicators to contact department personnel.

Looks busy.

But compared with the previous work intensity, this is already a happy life for government workers.

Those Death Watch soldiers seemed somewhat out of place with everything around them.

dong dong dong-

There was a vibrating roar coming from outside.

Altus looked out the porthole and was stunned. There was a red flag hanging on the hive building outside:
"Speed ​​up the transformation of the hive city and create a beautiful Terra together", "In the name of the Emperor, carry out safe construction", etc.

The hive buildings were collapsing, and the Redemption Titans were moving around in them, responsible for the demolition and plastering work, working busily.

"Emperor, this is so..."

The Death Watch soldiers were numb, because in the past they could only see these divine machines on the battlefield of Apocalypse.

Now, there are more than 20 Titans running on this short distance!
The government officials around were already used to it and didn't even pay much attention to these black emperor angels.

In the past.

The people of Terra always pay excessive attention to and awe of the alien weapons they carry.

The roar of the high-speed Titan train stopped and arrived at the platform of its destination.

The Death Watch walked out along the long passage and came to the inner ring of the hive city. They saw the golden sun and the savior statue that were nearly one kilometer high.

It is surrounded by garden-like green facilities and even a rainbow formed by a huge fountain.

"Savior……"

Along the way, Altus and the others gradually accepted it all and were not as shocked as they were at the beginning.

They couldn't help but take off their helmets, breathe the pure and unpolluted air, and look up at the being illuminated by the holy light.

Afterwards, the Death Watch, under the guidance of the Inquisition personnel, went to the inner hall to report the mission and the intelligence they had obtained.

……

The Sanctuary of the Savior, the bedroom.

"Um……"

Ron slept until he woke up naturally and stretched himself. There was still a hint of pure fragrance on the soft silk bedding.

You can vaguely see a few pieces of white fluff.

That was the scent of the Twin Holy Attendants and the traces left by their white wings.

It has to be said that the Holy Servant's white wings give people a different feeling, especially its soft yet tough body, which can stretch to a greater extent.

It can even fly up and spin in mid-flight.

The two twin holy servants came here to deliver some messages under the orders of the holy angels, and they just stayed a little longer.

But he hurried back to the Sanctuary of the Living Saint in the middle of the night.

Ron couldn't help feeling a little guilty, wondering if the holy angel had noticed these things.

Maybe it's time to stop all this.

As the Chosen God of Joy, I can't bear to do such a sneaky thing and should be more honest.

Although these are considered conservative behaviors for the nobles of Holy Terra.

Based on the intelligence received.

Those nobles often had many playmates, and some ancient families even retained the practice of incest.

To maintain the inheritance of bloodline.

But it often results in some deformed children or even chaotic distortions.

Ron has issued instructions to the Supervisory Department to handle this matter in order to stop these bad and dangerous practices.

Allow the so-called bloodline and power to flow more outward.

Rather than becoming a stagnant pool of water.

Ron changed into a comfortable posture, leaning against the bed, and grabbed the data pad next to him.

Open the brush!
He first flipped through some daily newspapers and news from Holy Terra.

Then I looked at the collection status of the Mechanical Goddess's out-of-print badge to see how many resources I had earned this time.

In principle, there cannot be a so-called "return" of out-of-print badges, but the oil guys have too many objections.

As the savior, he had to make a decision that "went against his ancestors."

Of course, the main reason is that the cost of the Holy Terra 11th Five-Year Plan renovation project is too high, and I feel a little distressed, and these wealthy oil men come to my door.

Then we have to cut some.

What's more, it's a win-win situation.

The prices of those out-of-print badges are almost comparable to that of a large battleship, yet the mechanics still flock to them with great devotion.

Thank you, my savior.

Of course, those badges are not useless. The qualifications for using supercomputing resources contained in them can be of great help at critical moments in their research.

However, those fanatical oil men care more about the badge itself.

Just the profits from this wave of harvesting from the oil men will be enough to cover the cost of the Holy Terra transformation project.

Those oil men may be stingy with the Empire, but they are very generous in this regard!

“Maybe, I should sell more re-skin badges, add more special effects, and make a version with a mechanical goddess voice?
Ron thought happily, "Another card draw and exchange, a big guarantee...hiss, is this too much? After all, I am a believer of the Mechanical Goddess..."

However, his happiness did not last long as he received bad news: the node building on the main road of the webway was attacked!

"Wogan!"

When Ron saw the message, he almost felt dizzy.

That was the core building of the Galactic Hub that he had invested in and spent more than 20 years to build. It was the hope for the future of the Human Empire!

With shaking hands he scrolled down to see the damage caused by the attack.

Some kind of forbidden dark matter weapon exploded around the building, forming a singularity black hole, which caused a large-scale collapse of space and destroyed a full third of the area.

Fortunately, nothing happened to the Webway itself.

Based on the traces left by the attack, clues all point to the core ruling organization of the Dark Eldar - the Black Heart Cabal.

Over the years, the pioneering team of the Savior Territory Webway has inevitably come into friction with the Dark Eldar in the process of expanding the Webway branches.

Branch lines were also attacked one after another.

Those Dark Eldar have been hiding and developing in the Webway for tens of thousands of years, and are more familiar with everything there than in the Savior's territory.

But at that time, the Savior Territory was fully focused on dealing with the affairs of Holy Terra and did not invest too much manpower.

Unexpectedly.

Those dark Eldar aliens were so rampant that they even invaded the backbone of their own webway.

"Okay, okay, you're going to rob my lair, right?"

Ron took a deep breath. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

Otherwise, how could he sleep well with a group of aliens who controlled the Ancient Spirit Empire and the Ancient Saints' technology staring at him?
It is impolite not to reciprocate, so he prepared to attack the enemy's stronghold, Comoros.

Soon, the Ordo Xenos received a message from the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, ordering them to compile and submit all relevant information on the Dark Eldar.

A few days later.

Ron received information about the Dark Eldar, and saw the latest intelligence reported by the Death Watch:

The struggle between the Comorian supreme overlord and the nobles caused a great split, and more regions became independent and began to annex the empire's shipping routes and port nodes.

"This is an opportunity to take advantage of the situation..."

Ron looked at the information and thought.

The report from the Death Watch suddenly reminded him of a tough guy who could swim among the Chaos Demons and Alien Tides in the Warp.

"You, the Inquisition, should have a warrior named Titus. Bring him to me immediately!"

The Savior gave orders to the Grand Master of the Ordo Xenos, his tone brooking no room for argument.

(End of this chapter)