Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 492 Savior: Old Khan, I'll buy you a new motorcycle
The Khan was reading the empire's major historical chronology over the past ten thousand years, which was a forbidden document.

Any reader can clearly understand the changes that have taken place in the empire over the years.

From the Horus Heresy, the Dark Founding, the Age of Apostasy, the Atonement Crusade, to the outbreak of the Great Rift in the Warp, the Fall of Cadia, and more.

The Emperor was severely damaged and trapped on the Golden Throne, unable to rule the Empire he founded, and the Primarchs disappeared one by one.

The empire continued to decline in chaos.

In the millennia of absence of the Emperor and his Primarch, Darkness spread across the Imperium.

The imperial truth that people once believed in was forgotten, and ignorant religious ideas deprived the empire of its vitality, leaving it with only a lingering survival.

The empire is crumbling, and humanity... is on the brink of extinction!

"Father, look at what we have become..."

Khan closed his eyes in pain and his body was shaking.

He thought of the Great Crusade.

At that time, the Emperor came to the grassland world of Chogoris and promised a future for mankind.

This is also my ideal - to unite the human beings scattered across the universe and conquer the starry sea.

Khan gave up the throne, took all his generals to pledge allegiance to the Emperor, his father, and officially embarked on the journey of conquering the galaxy.

He followed the Emperor and his Primarch brothers to conquer one territory after another and established an empire spanning the galaxy.

That humanity will prosper.

Unfortunately, before he could see that scene, the future of the empire collapsed in the great rebellion and the slaughter of fathers, sons and brothers.

The Khan became disheartened by this and eventually disappeared into the Webway.

Now, he regrets it a little.

If he could continue to stay in the empire, perhaps everything would not become so bad.

He, the Primarch and Lord of the Ice Blue Sky, was at least a ruler of decent ability.

“Hopefully, this can still be salvaged.”

The Khan took a deep breath and continued to flip through the document in front of him. He saw a familiar name - the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman.

His brother resurrected and returned to the Empire, serving as the Imperial Regent in an attempt to save the situation. At the same time, a new name emerged - Ron Grant, the Primarch of Hope.

That being has helped Guilliman and the Imperium at critical moments many times...

Just as the Khan was learning about the current situation of the empire, transport ships began to arrive, carrying large amounts of supplies.

Including food, weapons, ammunition, mechanical parts and medical supplies, etc.

There are also many technical priests.

Ron used the powerful web logistics system of the Savior Territory to establish a more advanced and powerful transportation team for the White Scar warriors.

Supply them with all the supplies they need for hunting operations.

Soon, a grassland-style royal tent with a large transport device as its base was built, and the outside was covered with many force fields and defensive artillery fire.

It is equivalent to a temporary base, but it is a little richer and more luxurious.

After the Khan learned about the current situation of the empire, he walked towards the royal tent.

He looked at this palace-like structure and was quite moved. It was much larger than the makeshift tent he had used during previous battles.

At that time, my tent was just an ordinary tent, but the mechanical tent dozens of meters high in front of me could be called a fortress.

hum-

When the White Scar Primarch saw the pale blue light, his eyes suddenly widened:
"Void Shield, or two layers?!"

He also likes to play with modifications, but such skills are still amazing.

This mechanical tent alone can withstand attacks from armored units and fighter jets. It can also be moved and adapt to more battlefield environments.

It is simply a powerful weapon for ground assault combat!

In fact, it was just a temporary mobile office and living room that Ron built just to make his life more comfortable.

But according to the specifications of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior.

Even if it is a temporary building facility, the relevant configuration cannot be low. At least high-level shields, artillery and forbidden weapons must be arranged.

But to outsiders it seems like an unbreakable fortress.

Inside the king's tent.

Ron sat on the throne, reading the latest data analysis on Khan sent by his adjutant.

He likes to prepare some research reports before meetings or discussions.

The White Scars Primarch was keen on hunting and killing, and also enjoyed reading documents and legends from conquered planets. At the same time, he restrained himself with strict discipline and noble morals.

He is a self-reflective and far-sighted leader who has his own ideal pursuits.

“This is a good thing for me.”

Ron thought so.

Only a person with culture, ideals and self-reflection can reason and persuade.

As for the reckless man, he is very difficult to deal with.

For example, a guy like Angron who has a screw loose in his head, it's basically impossible to reason with him.

You can only grab your weapon and fight. Either you fall or I fall.

It is also difficult to convince people like Magnus and Fulgrim who are vain, extremely narcissistic, and a little bit perverted.

The only way is to hit them hard with some powerful blows, ultimately humiliating them and breaking their defenses.

Let them know who is the grandfather and who is the grandson, and then cry and seek reconciliation obediently.

Ron wrote down the key points on the data board: "Khan believes that unity and responsibility are the destination of freedom, and he has a soul that loves freedom.

Maybe we can start from this point.”

He believed that he could convince the White Scar Primarch. After all, everyone's starting point was for the prosperity of mankind.

"Lord Khan, I am Jubal, the current Chapter Master of the White Scars."

Battle Captain Jubal respectfully performed the prairie etiquette to his genetic father and introduced himself to him.

"You...are an excellent leader."

The Khan looked at the tough-looking, scarred White Scars warlord, and he really met the White Scars' requirements for a leader.

But he had no memory of this warrior at all.

The White Scars Primarch had been lost for too long, and many things had changed.

When he entered the Webway, Jubal was still a new recruit who had just undergone genetic modification surgery.

The Khan disappeared so suddenly.

The White Scars have been without their Primarch for a long time, and unlike the Ultramarines, they can be seen from time to time as the Gene-Father Guilliman lies in a stasis field.

Some even regard it as the most sacred "attraction" in Macragge.

Over the past ten thousand years, White Scar has long since adapted to life without his original body.

Now that Khan has returned, both he and the White Scars have to work hard to adapt to this new change, and many things need to be adjusted.

"Lord Khan, let me take you in."

Jubal said.

As the interior of the king's tent is heavily guarded, one needs an authorized person to lead the way in to avoid triggering the defense facilities.

He respectfully led the Khan into the royal tent to meet Primarch Hope.

The Khan entered the royal tent, which was extremely luxurious, like a real palace.

Numerous force fields shield the influence of the outside world, and the air system continuously purifies and outputs fresh air.

He found that many of the decorations in the tent were different from those in the Empire. They were basically elements of the ancient Terra East and were full of exotic atmosphere.

He had seen these decorations in ancient books, and he had to say that he liked this tent and this culture very much.

Soon, Khan walked into the hall.

The floor of the hall was covered with Chogolis skins as carpets, and the light of animal oil candles set off the golden splendor of the surroundings. In the center was a throne.

Behind the throne is a wooden relief of the Khan and the Emperor meeting on the steppe, with calligraphy recording this loyal scene.

Ron sat on the throne, concentrating on looking at something.

The Khan looked at the Primarch of Hope on the throne and the White Scar veterans standing solemnly on both sides as if guarding the king, and fell silent.

He suddenly felt that there was a tragically thick barrier between himself and the White Scars' descendants.

The atmosphere in the hall became awkward.

Jubal and the White Scars were also a little panicked. They looked at the Primarch of Hope on the throne, and then at their genetic father.

I didn't know what to do for a while.

Over the past few years, Primarch Hope has been treated like a real father within the White Scars and has given a lot of care and love to the White Scar warriors.

The White Scar warriors were also accustomed to following each other's orders.

So when the Primarchs of Hope and White Scars appeared at the same time, they didn't know what to do.

That wasn't something they could handle.

Just like that, everyone in the hall fell into silence, waiting for the Primarch of Hope to make his move.

On the throne, Ron was in the state of switching to the clone vest.

He focused his attention on dealing with the emergency situation on the Dark Eldar black market and ordered the mobilization of more Mandela troops.

Then the Primarch of Hope regained his attention and looked up to see the Khan.

"Sorry, brother. I was so absorbed in my work that I didn't notice you coming in."

Ron also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

He stood up from the throne, walked quickly to the Khan, and said enthusiastically: "Let's go to another place to talk."

This is obviously not a place to talk about things, it's quite awkward.

The situation before me is just like holding a loud speaker and saying:

"Don't worry, Khan. I will take care of your children, your precious companions, and Chogoris. Don't worry."

That is simply the behavior of Cao thief.

This was fine before Khan returned.

Now that the brothers are back, it would only hurt the relationship between them if this continues.

Ron led Khan to an area outside the hall in a familiar manner, as if chatting with him: "Brother Khan, I have heard the Emperor mention you several times before..."

He directly launched a family offensive and played the emperor card.

That was a special attack against the Primarch and his children.

The Khan had a frown on his face, but when he heard the key word "emperor", his ears moved slightly.

He seemed to be casually listening, but in fact he was listening carefully.

The relationship between this White Scar Primarch and the Emperor was not very harmonious, and they rarely contacted each other, so much so that for a period of time the Empire seemed to have forgotten the existence of the White Scars.

He had questioned some of the Emperor's ideas before.

When the Emperor retreated to the basement of the Imperial Palace to build the Webway project, he even stated frankly that his vision for the fate of mankind was different from that of the Emperor.

However, some hardships that happened later changed the White Scars Primarch's opinion.

He firmly told everyone that no one could stop him and the White Scars from returning to the throne world and to his father.

The Khan became the most staunch royalist and stood on the high walls of the palace.

Especially after he got stuck in the webway.

I now understand even more clearly the correctness of my father's original plan to build the Webway. The only pity is that it failed.

Now, he wished to know what the Emperor thought of him.

"The Emperor regretted his negligence in the past and did not care about the thoughts of his children, especially you loyal children." Ron continued: "He also said that if you were still here, the empire would not have become so corrupt."

This is half true and half false.

Under Roan's influence, the Emperor did reflect on his previous actions, and his attitude towards Guilliman became much better.

It was made up based on the emperor's personality.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sneer.

"Did your father really say that?"

The Khan stared at the Primarch of Hope, this strange brother: "You don't want me to believe such a clumsy lie..."

The White Scars Primarch knew his father's character.

That being is so self-willed that everyone must obey his thoughts and there is no possibility of any reflection.

"Since I met you, you have been trying hard to act, just like the performance maniac that is Fugen."

Khan shook his head: “Unfortunately, your tricks cannot convince me, perhaps you need to change your strategy.

Otherwise, I will take the White Scars with me and leave."

He is the king of the grassland, so it is natural for him to take back his power easily.

This almost silenced Ron.

He suddenly remembered an important skill of the White Scar Primarch, which was the "Chogoris Mouth Cannon".

When Khan was fighting with Mortarion before, he scolded the big moth so hard that it began to doubt its life and broke down on the spot.

Now, such words have been used to restrain the firepower.

"What I said is true."

Ron was decisive and didn't hesitate at all.

He already had a plan to deal with this situation, which was to "call" the emperor directly.

hum~
Golden spiritual energy fluctuations emanate.

Ron constructed a makeshift psychic communication channel.

He looked at the Khan: "This is a communication channel that can directly contact the Emperor. Perhaps this can dispel your doubts."

Now it was Khan's turn to hesitate.

The White Scar Primarch swallowed, seemingly thinking about something.

No matter which Primarch or child it is, there is always a certain amount of pressure when communicating with the Emperor.

But he finally chose to accept psychic communication.

Ron was not at all panicked about this matter. He used the little sun to send a psychic message to the emperor in advance.

Let him cooperate with me.

In any case, the Emperor had already been drooling over Commorragh and the vast Webway, and the White Scars Primarch would be a great help in his plans to seize it.

The old man was lowered to the bottom line by the big pie he fed himself.

In this case, as long as it's not about selling ditch goods, he will most likely agree.

What's more, his views on the original parent-child relationship have indeed changed, and he hopes to have more communication with the parent-child relationship.

With Ron's assistance, Khan contacted the Emperor.

He did not participate in the communication, but waited quietly. It was a matter between them as father and son.

after awhile.

Khan slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were slightly red, but he seemed to be a lot more relaxed, as if he had let go of some of his worries and burdens.

The White Scar Primarch, the man from the steppe, calmed down and smiled roughly, "Brother, we can talk about what's next."

When Ron saw Khan like this, he knew that the matter was half successful.

He responded with a smile: "Okay, I believe you will understand my next plan."

The White Scar Primarch has his own insistence, and I have to convince him to participate in this matter.

Especially when it comes to cooperating with aliens, that brother is basically the most hostile to aliens among the Primitives, and he just wants to kill all the aliens.

Leave no one behind.

Soon, Ron took Khan to the upper level of the king's tent.

After he opened the curtain, he saw the lush green grass.

The Khan was quite surprised as he stepped on the grass.

Those are all pasture grasses. Four or five meters away, there are some woolly sheep grazing with their heads down, making comfortable sounds from time to time.

This is a miniature lawn garden, transplanted with real soil and pasture grass.

He even felt the wind and the smell of green grass on the grassland, as if he had returned to the grassland world of Chogoris.

The White Scar Primarch was somewhat immersed in it. After nearly ten thousand years, he finally felt the scent of his homeland again.

"How is it? Isn't this place nice?"

Ron invited Khan to sit down by the fire in the middle, where a woolly sheep, a specialty of Chogoria, was roasting.

After he sat down, he threw another animal skin bag to the Khan and said, "Try this, the strong wine brewed from the water of your Taraskar River."

That is the river where Khan grew up, and the water quality is particularly good.

Ron simply took the river water there and created a new specialty of Chogoria - Tarasca wine.

In fact, it is a strengthened version of Erguotou.

Today, Tarasca is very popular locally and has become a favorite of the White Scars warriors. There are plans to sell it to other territories of the empire.

Ron and Khan drank and ate meat with big mouthfuls, and the grassland man also laughed heartily.

The relationship between the two people also became closer.

He also took the opportunity to introduce his savior territory.

Khan frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something: "Brother, does father know that you want to establish the Second Empire?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ron almost spit out his wine: "What Second Empire? That's so ugly. The Savior's Territory is also part of the Empire.

It's like Ultramar."

The White Scar Primarch was obviously sharp, which was inconsistent with his rough image, and expressed his own opinion: "You want to turn the Empire into the Savior's Territory. The Savior's Territory is the Empire.

Perhaps, my father did not object to this matter."

"You're right, that's exactly what I thought."

Ron admitted the fact: "Don't you want to see an empire like that, a world that worships the imperial truth?

Just imagine a human empire that emphasizes science and rationality, and is free from ignorance and superstition.

She is able to steadily build Space Marine Legions, various auxiliary forces and more Custodians, and can also build large warships and war machines.

At that time, Queen of Glory-class battleships were just the norm in the Imperial Fleet, huge space fortresses were scattered across the galaxy, and the Titan Legions were Emperor-level when they went into battle.

The people of the empire no longer suffer from hunger, they are materially wealthy, and more technological creations are constantly emerging.

Moreover, the Imperial Army is not affected by the Warp and can appear in any area at any time and anywhere, fighting among the stars.

Humanity will become the sole overlord of the galaxy, marching towards the more distant starry sky, and you will also be able to lead the army to open up a wider territory for humanity."

He painted a beautiful blueprint for the future of the empire to the Khan.

“Can we really do this?”

Khan imagined that scene, feeling a little yearning but more of doubt.

He knew what the Empire looked like today.

"Of course, humans in the Golden Age have already done this, and they did it better.

It’s just that it’s in a temporary decline now.”

Ron said firmly: "I believe that mankind will emerge from darkness and usher in light. What we need to do now is to revive mankind and return to prosperity!"

He sold the Khan his plan for the great rejuvenation of mankind, and the White Scars Primarch's blood boiled with enthusiasm.

Take the oath of joining on the spot.

The two men drank strong liquor and swore an oath, which was similar to the sworn brotherhood in Peach Garden.

When the atmosphere was almost set, Ron finally pointed out the most crucial point of the great revival plan for mankind.

That is to take over Comoros.

This requires the use of aliens to achieve the goal, and perhaps Khan and the White Scar warriors will have to cooperate accordingly.

Ron looked eager: "Brother, the future of human revival depends on you."

When Khan heard that he had to cooperate with the aliens, he was a little unhappy, but the atmosphere was so tense that he finally compromised.

But Ron also promised the other party that he would only use the alien temporarily.

In the future, when humans occupy the entire galaxy, they will inevitably have to drive out the aliens and make them serve as humanity’s vanguard cannon fodder.

It can be said that there is a condition that both parties can accept.

Afterwards, Ron and Khan came out of the royal tent and went to meet the White Scars warriors.

The White Scar warriors are taking a temporary rest.

They sat together and enjoyed the food, lots of fresh meat, fish and fruit.

The Khan was a little surprised. After all, the White Scars had never been so wealthy. Although Chogoris was not poor, it was not rich either.

Not to mention having to feed so many White Scar warriors.

Such logistical supplies are really too wasteful nowadays, especially since fresh ingredients still require the use of special force fields or preservation devices.

"Brother, this is a bit too extravagant."

The Khan looked at the piles of supplies and the luxurious royal tent and sighed.

He doesn't like waste and extravagance.

"If the soldiers can't eat enough, how can they have the strength to fight?"

Ron had a point: "This is just the standard logistics of the Savior's territory. You think it's luxurious, but it's just because we were too poor before."

he told Khan.

Now Chogoris and its surrounding environment have been fully optimized through advanced technology, with abundant grass and water, capable of raising a large number of livestock and providing a steady supply of meat.

It will become the largest and richest ranch area in the galaxy, and there will be no shortage of meat.

It would be a waste to keep so much meat and not eat it.

Ron pointed at the king's tent and everything around it, including the Redemption Titans: "Besides, those things are not mine, they are left for you."

He walked to the White Scars' Primarch's vehicle, the Moon Dragon, and patted it with his hand. The parts creaked.

"Old Khan, this crappy vehicle of yours is so old, it's time to replace it."

The Khan was a little dissatisfied and didn't want to accept these things for nothing:

"The Yuelong is a vehicle I modified myself. No other vehicle can compare to it, especially your fake one!"

He didn't think that Ron's gorgeous motorcycle could compare to his own Moon Dragon.

Ron smiled gently and said, "Who said it was that vehicle? It was just a means of transportation that I made for fun. It's not suitable for combat at all.

And I have prepared a more powerful vehicle for you.

Supervised by Master Belisarius Cawl and built by several great sages of the Mechanicum, this giant is loaded with many technological relics..."

He raised his hand slightly, and a five-meter-high mechanical box not far away slowly unfolded.

In an instant, the roaring engine sounded like the roar of a violent beast, captivating everyone!

(End of this chapter)