Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 476 Savior: Child, my blood flows in you

A month later.

Solar System, Holy Terra.

Titus always looks serious and meticulous, and the scar on his face makes him even more intimidating.

This warrior has followed the Chapter's code, striving to become a perfect Ultramarines and live up to that honor.

He walked out of the passage, the bright light shining on the worn armor, causing it to reflect slightly.

The Inquisition applied to the Savior Territory for access to the Webway and sent the warrior to Holy Terra as quickly as possible.

"Savior……"

As soon as Titus came out, he saw the huge golden sun and the statue of the Savior standing in the inner circle.

Against the backdrop of clouds and rainbows, white mechanical angels dance around the statue.

The warrior stood up straight and saluted reverently.

It was a tribute to the great Emperor and the Primarch of Hope.

He had done the same along the way whenever he came across a shrine or icon, either of the Emperor's or the Loyalist Primarchs.

Titus marveled at it all.

The throne world is so sacred and alive, unlike any other area.

His genetic father and savior created all this grandeur.

Soon, several high-ranking inquisitors arrived in hovercrafts and took the warrior to the headquarters of the Alien Inquisition.

"What exactly is this for?"

Titus became more and more curious.

He could feel that people respected him, even the most arrogant Inquisitor.

Completely different from before.

Before this, even the most common Inquisitors would monitor the Space Marines, and there was not much respect.

It seemed as if he might become the enemy of the empire at any time.

Not to mention what he had experienced over the past century.

But these soldiers are actually used to it.

"If I have no doubts, then the Emperor will bless me."

That is the Emperor's test of loyal warriors, and no warrior should question or disobey this, otherwise the heart will not remain pure.

Titus tries to do this, even though he sometimes feels resentful.

The Grand Master of the Ordo Xenos had been waiting for Titus' arrival, which was incredible for a Space Marine.

Only a legendary being at the level of a chapter leader could receive such treatment.

With his previous identity, he was at most a soldier who accepted orders and had no right to meet the Lord of the Inquisition.

In fact, even the regent of the empire would not receive such treatment.

But the Savior is different.

His authority has expanded infinitely, and he has a firm grasp on the supervisory power of the tribunal and can restrict it at any time.

What's more, even the representative of the Inquisition is one of the important lackeys of the Savior.

"Titus, you're finally here."

The Grand Master of the Alien Inquisition smiled and looked enthusiastically at the warrior he had been looking for for a long time.

He had read the information about this warrior and found that he did have impressive abilities.

Of course, the Grand Master still couldn't understand why the Savior valued the other party so much.

Because the Empire has too many powerful warriors who are willing to serve it.

Although I don't understand, I have to do what that person has told me to do.

"You have many doubts."

The Grand Master of the Alien Inquisition saw Titus's doubts and explained:
"You are here because of the favor of the Primarch Savior, who has given you the way to regain glory.

That existence may need you to fight..."

He stared at Titus and said in a serious tone: "Are you worthy of such favor? Are you capable of bearing such an honor?"

Titus said solemnly: "Honor is my life. When can I see that lord?"

He hopes to obtain his mission and responsibilities as soon as possible and then return to the battlefield he has been away from for a long time.

"not now."

The Grand Master of the Alien Inquisition shook his head and said: "You are not qualified to meet that Lord right now. You need more preparation and training.

It’s a tough process and you have to do everything perfectly.”

Titus looked solemn:
"Master, I am fearless and will do my best."

whoosh-

next moment.

A strong wind blew up, and the dark golden ship flew directly above the open-air hall of the Alien Inquisition and picked up Titus, who had a serious look on his face.

He is ready to take on all challenges.

Then, the ship transported Titus to the sacred resort in the inner ring of the Holy Land of the State Religion at the fastest speed.

The Primarch of Hope arranged a 13-day soul cleansing and health care journey for this warrior. This was the most luxurious package, which also included a one-day tour of the imperial palace.

You can go directly to the door of the throne room and feel the breath of the great emperor.

As for going in to see the Golden Throne, forget it, as that is a privilege only afforded to the Primarch and high-ranking Guards.

Inside the cabin.

Titus remained serious as always, sitting meticulously, with the soldiers of the Custodes, Imperial Fists and others beside him.

His eyes were filled with anticipation.

The warrior had no idea what he was about to face, only that he was qualified to worship the Emperor's holy relics and to meet the Great Emperor outside the throne room of the Imperial Palace.

That is almost the ultimate ideal of all loyal warriors, what a glory!
"Perhaps, this process requires a lot of hardships, and I must reach the standard of perfection!"

Titus thought that this was a journey to be tempered by the Primarch, and the ultimate reward would be to visit the Emperor's ruins and palace.

Only if you can do all of this can you meet that existence.

It didn't take long.

Titus, with a confused look on his face, put on a simple white robe and bracelet like the other warriors.

Arrived at the Holy Land Resort in a daze.

……

The inner ring of the state religion’s holy land, the sacred tower area.

This is an exclusive pilgrimage area for high-level warriors and the place where the light of the sacred sun is the hottest.

Not only that, many facilities that soldiers love have been built here.

Such as strength testers, fighting arenas, death pendulums cast by Titan engines, and various health care facilities.

It can fully meet the needs of faith, entertainment and health care.

More importantly, there is a ranking system in those facilities, which allows you to see the project rankings of all fighters.

You can even challenge a legend's record.

This is simply the garden world area that Space Marines dream of, where they can fully release stress, relax the body and mind, and not have to worry about the corruption of Chaos.

This is a facility that the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, focused on building after investigation.

He discovered that there were really too many Chaos Space Marines in the galaxy, and a considerable number of them rebelled because of psychological problems caused by long-term high pressure.

So such facilities were built to allow the soldiers to relax as much as possible and strengthen their faith.

In the future, such facilities will be built all over the galaxy.

After the initial confusion, Titus quickly adapted to the environment and took on the challenges of multiple projects.

In the comfortable environment and under the illumination of divine light, the haze caused by long-term imprisonment disappeared without a trace.

He never heard the whispers again.

Titus ranks among the top in many projects.

Especially in unarmed combat, he even knocked down a guard of the imperial guards.

This caused an uproar within the Imperial Guards.

They had previously received news about the Saviors’ search for Titus, and had followed the matter closely, wondering what exactly this warrior was capable of.

Unexpectedly, the result was even more surprising than expected.

Hoping to wash away the shame of this defeat, the imperial guards posed a new challenge.

Soon after, Titus followed the Custodes into an area marked with danger symbols.

The Imperial Fists warriors looked at each other and followed in.

Super hot sauna room.

Titus, the Custodes, and the Imperial Fists sat shirtless on a stone slab filled with hot steam, their bodies flushed red.

They all stared at each other with serious expressions.

"Boy, you can't hold on any longer, right?"

An old soldier of the Custodian Guard sneered: "If we can't hold on, we can end it all."

Titus said nothing, sweat dripping down the scars on his face.

He scooped up another ladle of the special solution and poured it on the red flint in the center.

The steam is rising at a higher temperature.

Seeing this, the old watcher was not to be outdone and poured another bucket of water.

The high temperature made the air slightly burn.

When the fourth scoop of special solution went down, Titus and the guardsmen's faces changed and they struggled to hold on.

As for the Imperial Fist warriors, they had already fallen to the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth, in a state of blurred consciousness.

Not long after, the alarm sounded.

The high-level medical team in the holy land rushed into the ultra-high temperature sauna room fully armed and carried out the fainted Space Marines for treatment.

They have the most advanced technology and equipment, and can save people as long as they are still breathing.

Titus, it is said, was the last to fall.

Shortly afterwards, this warrior broke the high-intensity rotating fascia knife record set by Dante, the leader of the Blood Angels, with his tenacious will.

Lasted a few seconds longer than that being.

Gradually, the amazing deeds of the warrior Titus also reached the ears of the Ultramarines.

They initiated internal procedures to welcome the warrior back to the Chapter as a Company Captain.

However, before the Ultramarines could complete the procedure.

Titus has been taken away by the Archmagus of the Mechanicus to undergo Primaris surgery, and he will receive the best transformation technology and genetic organs.

Then reborn stronger.
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Dream, the sanctuary of the savior.

"Phew~ It's finally over."

Ron came out of the forbidden biological research laboratory at the bottom of the sanctuary, looking much more haggard.

Over the past year, he has been staying in that biological laboratory, cooperating in the research of clones that can deal with the Dark Eldar.

The clone has been cultivated to a certain extent.
The clone consumed a large amount of his own blood, psychic energy, and the power of the goddess of life, Aisha, with considerable success.

It formed a body similar to the true son of the Dark Eldar.

That was a necessary move, as such a body would be more respected than those of the Dark Eldar created through test tubes, and it would facilitate his subsequent activities.

"Taco, please report the current progress."

Ron came to the conference hall and glanced at the virtual map of the Dark Eldar territory in mid-air. There were too many incomplete parts on it:

"Now it's time to make a decision, whether to attack head-on or defeat them from the inside." Taco saluted respectfully and frowned slightly: "Savior, I'm afraid a head-on attack is not a good option..."

He simulated the battlefield using a virtual map and explained the difficulty of storming Comoros.

Comoros is a famous dark city in the galaxy, but few people can get a glimpse of its full picture.

It was a giant city located in the webway left behind by the ancient Elven Empire. Its infrastructure was made of spirit bones and could continue to expand and extend, swallowing up other dimensions.

It can even capture dying stars and drag them into the web to provide lighting and energy.

In theory, it can grow endlessly.

Comoros is so vast, with a population greater than that of all the star systems in the Empire combined, that it is the largest city in real space.

The Ark Eldar call it "a cancer growing in the sacred webway."

This city is like no other in the galaxy.

It is a multi-dimensional three-dimensional existence, more like a combination of a satellite area and an ancient city, glued together by various channels, secret passages and network nodes.

From a spatial perspective, loose sites in various regions may be thousands of light years apart.

But they are glued together through the network trunk lines, becoming almost an integrated entity, and passage and transmission between each node are very convenient.

The buildings in those areas grow upward like plants competing for sunlight, connected by countless passages and arches. At the same time, they extend in all directions, constantly absorbing more latitudes as their foundation.

Comoros is so prosperous.

Every day, thousands of ships pass through the various webway entrances and dock above Koromo, continuously transporting new slaves or resources.

Mercenaries, bounty hunters, and Space Marine traitors of various races will risk their lives to come here to trade in the hope of gaining more wealth.

Even the nobility or warbands of the empire would occasionally come to a certain area to trade.

That is almost the largest trading zone in the galaxy at present.

After Ron saw the latest research data on the Savior's Territory, his scalp went numb.

The Comoros is much bigger and richer than anyone imagined.

According to previous information from the Inquisition Headquarters, Comoros was just a slightly larger alien city, much smaller than Holy Terra.

But in reality, it was just a small port area.

If the Empire really understood the size of Comoros, knew how many ports, weapons and treasures the city had.

I'm afraid they won't be willing to make a deal with them, and may even block every possible entrance and exit to the webpath.

to avoid its threat.

If Comoros launched an all-out attack, they could use the Webway entrances and exits to attack hundreds of thousands or more areas of the Empire at once.

If you want to attack Comoros, you must pass through the maze-like port area with many defensive fortresses to reach its huge main city.

It was a city with many ancient defensive buildings. Even if an entire legion went in, they could not fill up a single block.

The difficulty of such an attack can be imagined.

According to current estimates.

The area of ​​Comoros and its satellite regions is almost one-third the size of the Savior's territory, and it would cost a huge price to attack them by force.

Whether or not they can find the correct path to attack is another matter.

After seeing this information, Ron gave up the idea of ​​a strong attack.

That place is easy to defend but difficult to attack, it's a bottomless pit.

Fortunately, Comoros does not have a unified government, and is more like a free space pirate bay dominated by the Dark Eldar and an illegal interstellar trade port.

Otherwise, wouldn’t the empire be in chaos?

Even the savior's territory may not be able to withstand it.

But Ron thought of more.

"What a beautiful city..."

He almost drooled as he read the descriptions in the materials.

From a certain perspective, Comoros should be the most valuable region in the galaxy at present. The cowardly Holy Terra cannot compare with it at all.

Even the Holy Land of Ers may not be able to compare with it.

It is a city that can grow infinitely and comes with many webway facilities.

A place that even emperors would drool at.

Not to mention exchanging Terra, if they were really willing to give it to Emperor Comoros, I guess he would be willing to sell his hook.

After all, the emperor went to great lengths to build a small section of the webway, but ended up using up all his energy in a golden toilet.

If there was a ready-made web city called Comoros for him, wouldn't that be wonderful?
Ron decided to get Comoros.

Because the rotten node buildings that they built can no longer meet the needs, only this huge and endlessly growing city can accommodate all human trade activities.

Closely connect all the civilized worlds in the galaxy!
Of course, this is not an easy task.

The current human empire has no chance of conquering it head-on, and even if it wins, all it will get is a ruin.

Fortunately, I have another plan.

That is to disintegrate and conquer Comoros from within and make it their own paradise.

This is something that can be accomplished.

Comoros is extremely bulky.

It is composed of countless large and small forces called conspiracies, each with its own rules.

As long as you are strong enough, you can step on the corpses of others to move up until you become the true ruler.

There is precedent for something like this.

For example, the current supreme overlord of Comoros and the master of the black-hearted conspiracy group - Asdubal Victor.

That despicable guy was just a little elf slave in Comoros City who was about to be sacrificed.

But he survived by chance, wandered the city streets and founded a black conspiracy group.

Eventually, with his amazing intelligence and ambition, Victor gradually became the ruling class of Comoros.

"If that bastard can do it, there's no reason why I can't, right?"

Ron thought so.

Since this matter has a chance of success, it is worth doing, not to mention that I still have a lot of cards in my hand.

Including the Eldar deity, the Goddess of Life.

It just so happened that Comoros was now in a state of great division due to the struggle between Victor and the nobles, and he could take advantage of the opportunity and infiltrate their interior.

Ron plans to create the "Redemption Conspiracy Group", starting with occupying the satellite areas and gradually moving into the core areas of Comoros.

But in this case, he would need some powerful elite warriors, whether they were from the Dark Eldar or warriors of other races as mercenaries.

In particular, someone is needed to fight for himself in the Comoros arena and win more opportunities and wealth.

The Dark Eldar love to bet on winning or losing in the arena. The stakes range from treasures to territories and even artifacts. There is nothing that cannot be bet on.

Including your own life.

Now, he has already had preliminary candidates, and the more important one among them has also been locked in.

That is the Ultramarines - Titus.

"Taco, the preparations for the conspiracy are now in your hands."

After Ron decided on the plan, he closed the data tablet. He thought of something and added, "By the way, when Titus is done with the surgery, have him come see me."

It's time to meet that tough guy.

……

Sanctuary of the Savior, Throne Hall.

The heavy door slowly opened, hymns sang, and the air was filled with the aroma of holy oil.

The Primaris warrior Titus became taller than before, and his nearly three-meter height was full of intimidation.

This is without armor.

Now he had just finished the Primaris surgery and had not had time to equip himself with suitable armor and weapons. He was only wearing a gray cloth robe.

"Emperor, my mission is finally coming."

Titus was a little nervous and took a slight breath.

Under the guidance of the white mechanical angel, he walked into the throne room of the Primarch to meet that being.

The hall is magnificent.

Thunder Guard champions stood on both sides of the red carpet walkway, and several strange winged, four-legged young beasts were flying in the air.

As the warrior stepped in, the hymn reached its most sacred and passionate passage, and the white-robed children surrounding the Primarch sang in harmony.

The soft golden light shines through the glass, illuminating the Primarch of Hope wearing golden armor on the throne, making it even more sacred.

"My Lord Primarch."

Titus stopped some distance from the throne steps and saluted respectfully.

The Ultramarines are never vague about etiquette.

This was his first time to meet such a legend as the Primarch.

In fact, in addition to hoping to meet the Lord Primarch, this warrior also wants to meet his genetic father, the Ultimate Primarch.

Unfortunately, given his shameful past, he may not have the opportunity or qualifications.

Unless the Ultramarines forgive their previous mistakes.

Thinking of this, Titus felt a little sad. Those battle brothers had not come to find him yet.

"Master Primarch?"

Ron stood up from the throne, walked down the stairs, and looked at the warrior: "I don't like this title."

His voice exuded authority involuntarily.

Titus was a little surprised and a little nervous.

Because the person before him is the Emperor's original son, a true legend who has protected the Empire for thousands of years and who will not tolerate any desecration.

He asked cautiously, "What should I call you?"

"My child, you have suffered a lot."

Ron came forward, his smile gentle, kind, and full of care: “Now you have my blood flowing in your body, and you have a new life.

Perhaps you should follow your inner guidance..."

This warrior's Primaris transformation used new organs cultivated from the Savior's gene seeds, and there was a large amount of genetic blood flowing in his body.

The savior's care made Titus feel sad.

He had never felt much love, and had accumulated too much anger in his heart.

And this being rescued him from prison and gave him the way to regain his glory.

The warrior looked at the Savior and felt a strong sense of closeness and blood connection, which was the influence of the Primarch on his descendants.

Especially when you take the initiative to care about the other person.

Titus was silent for a while, then he knelt on one knee and lowered his head: "Father...Father."

Not everyone is qualified to call a Primarch "Father".

Just like the Primarchs and their children call the Emperor "Father", only recognized genetic descendants can use this title in extremely solemn occasions.

It was a kind of oath or pledge, and also a favor bestowed by the Primarch on his genetic offspring.

Ron accepted and completed the ritual.

He helped Titus to his feet and patted the warrior on the shoulder: "Get up, I'll take you to pick out some equipment."

From now on, I am the "stepfather" or godfather of this tough guy.

I hope that guy Guilliman won’t get angry with me.

Afterwards, he took Titus to the Primarch's arsenal and equipped the warrior with a full set of legendary equipment.

Even the legendary power sword "Glory" that Lao Ji used when he was young was given to the other party.

(End of this chapter)