Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 529 The return of the empire's ruler, a completely new situation? !

"This must be the Emperor, there is no doubt about it!"

Ron looked at the golden body in front of him and felt very confident.

Is there anyone in the galactic subspace who can be more stubborn than the Emperor?
The old man had just been resurrected in the form of a clone and gained the ability to speak, and he immediately emphasized that he was not a god.

Afraid that others won’t believe it.

Apart from the Emperor, no other god could say such words with such certainty.

The Emperor's clone grabbed fiercely in the air, as if grasping a hilt, and then suddenly pulled out the flaming golden holy sword.

He swung the holy sword, sweeping out more flames.

"Emperor, is this taking things from the void in the form of psychic energy?"

Next to the Savior, an excited, high-pitched electronic voice came:

"If we can develop the corresponding transmission technology, wouldn't it be possible to deliver fuel and drinks to all parts of the galaxy as soon as possible..."

"Stop using that crappy drink of yours. The psychic energy consumed by teleportation alone is enough for the Psychic Titans to fight a battle."

Ron retorted subconsciously.

In the galaxy, apart from a few Chaos Gods, perhaps the only existence that can grab matter regardless of distance is the Emperor.

Only they can bear such a huge energy consumption. Anyone else who does so will suffer a pure loss.

From the perspective of resource consumption, teleporting anything is a loss and is a useless technology.

Unless you have excess energy to burn, you should deliberately squander it.

But he quickly reacted and smiled: "Kaul, you are still alive. I am planning to organize a binary memorial ceremony for you."

This was an unexpected surprise. The Great Sage of Black Machinery, Kohl, the right-hand man in the field of technology, was still alive and well and did not die in the attack of the Chaos God.

Cawl has carried out too many transformations over the years, and the depth of his transformations is not inferior to any great sage of the Mechanicus. He has also made many data consciousness backups.

Previously, the Joyful Chaos Assassin only destroyed his backup data consciousness mechanical head, while the real brain was hidden in a secret part of the body, protected by the Black Stone Armor and many sacred relics.

After being attacked by chaos, his data consciousness was immediately downloaded and transferred.

Then restarted the computer.

This great sage of black weapons often roamed in the subspace, paid special attention to protecting himself, and purchased many protective items from the state religion.

"Savior, nothing can kill the genius Kaul unless we face the Chaos God!"

Kaur is full of confidence.

He was still thinking about the matter of material transmission, and insisted on his own idea: "For the sake of delicious authentic fuel drink, no matter how much resources are consumed, it is worth it."

Ron rolled his eyes and didn't say anything else. Anyway, if the guy wanted to research, let him research. Having one more technology was a good thing.

You never know when it might come in handy.

He reminded the Black Weapon Great Sage: "Did you forget something?"

"what?"

Kaul tried hard to retrieve the stored data memory. The previous chaos attack had affected some of the short-term memory data.

"Father!"

Soon, this filial son let out a shrill scream and ran to check the condition of the precious heavy servo skull, which was his father's skull creation.

Ron shook his head slightly.

He watched the Emperor's clone's movements and suddenly felt that the golden holy sword looked familiar.

But he didn't pay too much attention.

The weapons of the Emperor all look similar, made of gold, shining brightly, and with a main theme of being coquettish and sacred.

When he was young, his preferences were probably similar to mine.

"No matter what, this war is won. We can just open the champagne..."

After Ron confirmed that the Emperor had resurrected, gained the ability to move in the real universe, and was very powerful.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of something and immediately ended the blessing of Green Skin Luogo's power. Then he collapsed to the ground, almost losing the ability to move.

The power of faith is extremely precious, and you should save it when necessary. It is not easy to accumulate some power.

Ron completely relaxed, no longer maintaining a high level of vigilance, and prepared to take a good rest.

Now that the Emperor's clone is here, it is the thickest thigh in the galactic subspace. There is no need for him to waste precious faith to support his body.

If we can lose this, then there is really no point in fighting.

Hula~
The golden flames formed a vortex, and the roar of the Chaos God could be heard faintly:
"Cursed, our war is not over yet. Everything you cherish will soon be destroyed in pain. The final victory will belong to Chaos!"

The Emperor responded to the Chaos God's threat with a majestic gesture:
"The sharp blade tempered by human will will eventually cut off all evil, and victory will always belong to mankind..."

The golden holy sword held in the hands of the Emperor's clone fell heavily, and the sacred flames turned into invisible giant hands, tearing apart the projection of the Chaos Evil God's consciousness.

Drag them back into the Warp.

The Emperor drove away the Chaos Gods' consciousness with lightning speed to prevent them from continuing to exert influence over the area.

Afterwards, he thrust the golden holy sword into the ground in front of the black throne, using the sacred weapon as a medium to attract more divine power.

A golden sun appeared above the throne.

hum~
The holy light emitted by the sun swept away all the chaos erosion and alien traces in the Black Throne area.

Make it more sacred.

This is the power of the warp.

Whether it is chaotic evil energy or divine spiritual energy, it can change the material or environment of the real universe to some extent.

Afterwards, more divine energy spread through the Black Throne into the veil void of the Webway, filling one veil crack after another.

The huge crack in the center of Comoros' main city was also covered by a faint golden light.

It all happened extremely quickly.

Ron continued to receive intelligence from monitoring personnel in various areas, indicating that the cracks in the curtain had been completely controlled and there would be no new Chaos magic intrusions.

The Emperor used his throne and the vast powers of his divine power to once again block the breach in the Webway.

Just like ten thousand years ago.

At this moment, the Emperor's clone was bathed in golden holy light, so sacred.

The imperial guards arrived and knelt on one knee in unison, leaving only the sound of armor rubbing against each other and suppressed breathing.

The commander of the imperial guards clenched his spear tightly, his voice choked with sobs, as if he was confessing:
"Your Majesty... For ten thousand years, your light has continued to burn in the Astronomican, while we have allowed the galaxy to fall into darkness and the Empire to sink further.

We have failed your ideals..."

He lowered his head, tears dripping onto the floor tiles:

"Now that you have finally returned, please guide the Imperial Guards to launch a new campaign. Even if the Imperial Guards burn their souls and lives, they must pour the Emperor's wrath on the heads of humanity's enemies!"

"Father……"

At this time, the White Scar Primarch Khan also knelt on one knee, with extremely complicated feelings.

He once worshipped and complained about the Lord of Mankind, mistakenly believing that the Emperor had lost his ambition to make progress by retiring to the palace, and was building high walls to manipulate power.

It was not until the Emperor trapped the Golden Throne for the sake of mankind that he realized what a great cause his father was planning and what a heavy price he paid.

Now, the Emperor once again sacrifices himself for humanity, ascending the Black Throne and taking on even more suffering.

Allowing humans to have the webway.

On the platform of the Black Throne, everyone was silent.

Today, the Lord of Mankind has returned and has regained a body in the material world, able to accept interviews and convey information.

Then he will naturally take command of the empire he created with his own hands again, and no one can disobey his orders.

Even the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, is like this.

Whether it was ten thousand years ago or now ten thousand years later, the Human Empire and even all human beings are under the rule of the Emperor.

There is no doubt about this.

People are waiting for the Emperor's response, his instructions and his arrangements for the Empire.

The Emperor seemed a little tired, his body trembling slightly as the energy entangled him.

He endured the pain, returned to the black throne and sat down, overlooking the people below.

The Lord of Mankind was thinking.

Finally, the Emperor spoke again: "The Empire... should indeed undergo new changes, but I am too tired, and I must defend the throne against the Chaos God and any dangers from the Warp.

Unable to re-manage the empire.

I will appoint a Primarch as the ruler of the Empire, and from now on all affairs of the Empire will be handled by him.

Whether it is the Imperial Guards, Holy Terra, or any officials, governors, or warriors of the Empire, they must obey his orders.

He will clean up the mess of the empire and lead mankind to glory..."

This is an extremely important adjustment and change.

Although after the return of the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman, he seized part of the power of the Empire with great power and attitude, and served as the Regent of the Empire.

Afterwards, the Primarch of Hope, the Saviour, started a struggle on Holy Terra, seizing even more power from the High Lords.

But these have never received the emperor's true consent, or perhaps they were forced by the current situation and left to their own devices.

Now, the Emperor himself has broken the political system he had previously constructed and taken all power back from the High Lords and other Primarchs and high-ranking personnel.

Hand it over to the Primarch he recognized, the new ruler of the Empire.

That means that anyone who opposes this decision will be regarded as a traitor to the Emperor and become an enemy of the Empire.

The Emperor's thoughts and words were sporadic.

He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at the White Scars Primarch Khan. After that, everyone looked at the White Scars Primarch in unison, shocked by the Emperor's decision.

The candidates they thought of included the Imperial Regent Guilliman and the Primarch of Hope, the Savior.

But definitely not the White Scars Primarch, who had been lost on the Webway for too long and was unable to unite the Imperium of Man well enough.

???

"Father...Father..."

The White Scars Primarch Khan met everyone's gazes and widened his eyes.

He pointed at his nose with a look of disbelief: "You mean... to let me be the ruler of the empire?!"

He had mixed emotions.

On the one hand, he was excited about the emperor's recognition of him, but on the other hand, he felt pressured.

Everyone knows that the Khan does not wish to be bound by royal power and prefers to fight on the battlefield, otherwise he would not have abandoned the throne and followed the emperor on the Great Crusade.

Could it be that my father has become demented, or has he been influenced by the Chaos God? !
Khan swallowed, not knowing whether he should agree to this.

Just as he was struggling with his inner struggle and trying to make a difficult decision, he suddenly found that the emperor's hand moved again and swept to the side.

The meaning is obvious.

The White Scar Primarch was blocking something, and now the Emperor was telling him to get out of the way.

Khan realized that his father was not referring to him.

He was worried in vain.

"Hmph, if you want to give in, then give in."

The White Scar Primarch's face fell a little, but he quickly stepped aside, revealing the Primarch of Hope and the Savior behind him.

The savior was still sitting on the ground resting and adjusting his condition.

It's not that he doesn't respect the Emperor. The essence of the two men, the two suns, are placed together in the Warp every day. They will see each other every day.

He also greeted him from time to time, used the Warp Extraction Device to release energy for the Emperor's health care, and asked the Mechanical Goddess Xiao Ling to occasionally accompany him to entertain him.

If we don't count the fact that the emperor sat on a black toilet, the savior was almost the most caring and filial person in the empire.

There is not much meaning in putting on such a scene.

What's more, the defensive battle just now almost brought his body to the brink of collapse. If he didn't take a good rest and repair himself, this body would probably fall to the ground and die on the spot.

How embarrassing is that?

As Ron was injecting himself with the panacea, he suddenly felt many eyes directed at him.

???

He looked up and found that everyone was looking at him.

The Khan was gesticulating and saying something, but his voice had no psychic power and was a little unclear.

"What?

Old Khan, please wait a moment."

Ron injected another shot of the universal elixir into his neck, and finally his hearing was restored.

Afterwards, he learned about the current situation.

Ron was not too surprised at the Emperor's choice. The Emperor had already entered another level and was unable to handle the affairs of the real universe.

His battlefield is in the warp, an endless high-dimensional war between gods.

If one person were to be chosen to rule the empire.

He was the only choice since he controlled the Savior's territory, the Webway, and had seized a great deal of power on Holy Terra.

Once you choose another existence, if its development path is different from your own, it may cause new disputes.

No one can check and balance oneself.

This time, the Emperor not only chose himself as the ruler of the Empire, but also approved the development path of the Savior's territory.

I believe that this is the way mankind should move towards glory.

Ron was very happy about this.

In this way, he would be equivalent to "controlling the troops of the world" and could transform and lead the human empire according to his own wishes without any hindrance.

Make the Empire Great Again!

He struggled to stand up.

Everyone made way for him and watched the savior walk step by step towards the Black Throne and the Emperor.

Ron came before the Emperor and knelt on one knee.

At such a moment, there must be a solemn ceremony to take over the supreme power.

Gradually, hymns about the golden sun and the savior sounded, and phantoms of angels danced in the sky and light rain fell.

The Emperor also struggled to support his body and stood up from the throne and came before the Savior.

He showed the most gratified smile in ten thousand years, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

The emperor clasped his hands together, used his divine power to condense a dazzling crown, and then slowly placed it on the savior's head.

There is immense expectation and trust in his words:
“Savior, you little brat… The future of the empire and mankind is in your hands.

I know you never let me down.

You will lead the empire to rise from the abyss and make humanity shine among the stars."

No matter how much blows and sufferings he suffered, the Lord of Mankind always maintained his deep love for humanity.

The Emperor always thinks about how to free mankind from suffering, even if it means burning himself and sacrificing everything.

For thousands of years, he has been in constant torment, worrying about the fate of mankind, regretting his own failures, and seeing no hope for the future of mankind.

However, the savior, or this kid Ron, appeared.

It gave him new hope.

Perhaps this is fate's gift to him and to humanity. The universe has not abandoned humanity.

He had waited too long for this moment.

From now on, the destiny of mankind is no longer lost in the unknown, but has a definite path.

“I am willing to accept this and accept this mission.”

Ron put on the dazzling crown given by the Emperor, accepted the supreme power, and also took on the burden of human destiny.

He felt a little excited, but also felt a heavy responsibility.

From this moment on, he must be responsible for the fate of mankind, redeem all suffering people, and lead them to glory.

那并不容易。

But it's a promise, and a good start.

The Emperor controlled the trembling in his body.

The being pulled up the crowned Primarch of Hope, the Savior, and made him stand beside him, then grabbed his hand and raised it high.

The two of them shone in the brilliant holy light.

The Emperor's firm voice echoed throughout the area:
"Everyone... and the Empire, from now on, you will pledge allegiance to your only ruler!"

In an instant, whether it was the Imperial Guards, the Imperial soldiers or the Savior's staff, they all knelt on one knee and bowed their heads.

They chose to pledge their allegiance to the Primarch of Hope, the Savior and the new ruler of the Empire.

The White Scars Primarch Khan hesitated for a moment, then also knelt on one knee.

At such a solemn and sacred moment, as the Primarch of the Empire and the Son of the Emperor, he must also express his stance.

In fact, the Khan was very satisfied with the choice made by his father to let the Primarch of Hope, the Savior and his closest brother Roan, serve as ruler.

Undoubtedly the best choice.

He even felt that this arrangement was better than during the Great Crusade. At least the primarch brothers would not fight or struggle for power due to various gaps.

More importantly, Brother Ron is generous and magnanimous enough.

He can provide the army with rich logistical supplies, the most powerful vehicles, the most powerful cannons, battleships, and endless ammunition.

Allow yourself to fight without fear.

The White Scar Primarch was already looking forward to the Empire, under the leadership of the Savior, launching a grand expedition no less than the Great Crusade to expel all heretics and aliens and retake the entire galaxy.

In the entire Black Throne area, everyone knelt down except the Emperor and the Savior.

They chanted the name of the savior and pledged allegiance.

This influence is not limited to this area. With the blessing of the Emperor's vast divine power, the image of the Savior wearing a dazzling crown was transmitted to the galaxy and the subspace in the form of a psychic illusion.

Especially the territory of the empire.

Many living saints, state religion priests, silent nuns, devout believers, etc., all sensed the miracle and saw this shocking scene through spiritual vision.

He also received an oracle from the Emperor - hoping that the Primarch Savior would become the sole ruler of the Empire.

This will be the biggest change in the human empire in ten thousand years.

at the same time.

Holy Terra, the private chamber of the sanctuary of the living saint.

The silver-haired angel Saint Celestine was wearing a white robe and lazily holding a white bear, which further highlighted her fair and flawless skin and exquisite curves.

She was thinking of a certain existence again.

"Emperor!"

Suddenly, she saw the savior wearing a dazzling crown and his body through spiritual vision, and her eyes widened immediately...

(End of this chapter)