Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 543: The Savior: He has appeared, and it is the ultimate buttocks!!!

Guilliman smiled, one of the few times he did so, a genuine smile.

As the former regent of the empire and a legendary primarch, he has always been warm and welcoming to people with a smile on his face.

But those are all disguises.

After Guilliman awoke, he was faced with a devastated empire. Humanity was in danger and could fall into the bottomless abyss at any time.

At that time, he, the Ultimate Primarch, was the only hope of the Empire.

Therefore, Guilliman had to maintain a confident attitude at all times, trying to maneuver between various forces and unite mankind.

He cannot have any hesitation, confusion or weakness.

Because the people and warriors of the Empire are watching, waiting for the Primarch's guidance.

The pressure he was under was simply too great.

The empire was on the verge of collapse and the endless government affairs almost crushed it.

As a result, this Ultimate Primarch with a powerful body developed wrinkles on his face, even his hair turned gray, and he felt extremely tired.

Fortunately, his good brother savior appeared and not only helped him get rid of government affairs, but also gradually took over the burden of the empire.

Mankind had hope beyond him.

Now, Guilliman has regained the recognition of the Emperor, the father.

"My son, you saved the Empire from the Great Rift, and your unyielding crusade against the dark side deserves every honor."

The Emperor had said so during this one-sided duel.

Although he condemned some of the mistakes made by the Ultimate Primarch after the Horus Heresy, he still praised his actions after awakening.

He believed that his son made an indelible contribution to saving the empire from the abyss after the Great Rift.

The Emperor personally entrusted the human empire to the hands of the Savior and himself, and believed that they would do a better job than himself. What kind of trust and recognition is this?

That had never happened since the Great Crusade.

“Perhaps this is the happiest day of my life.”

Guilliman thought so in his heart.

All the depression and resentment in his heart were gone, and he was naturally very happy.

Guilliman struggled to get up, hoping to leave the throne room in a dignified manner so as not to be laughed at by his other brothers.

Especially that bastard Khan.

However, his strength had long been exhausted in the battle with the Emperor, and he had difficulty even supporting his body.

"I must... stand up!" The Ultimate Primarch gritted his teeth and started a new attempt.

"Do you think that guy Lao Ji can still stand up?"

Ron looked at Guilliman, who was wearing the blue armor of fate, his face swollen like a pig's head, and lying on the ground not far away, as if he was making a bet.

"I don't think I can."

Khan adjusted a better angle and continued recording. This was extremely rare material.

It will be useful when you have an argument in the future.

"I feel the same way."

Ron patted Khan on the shoulder and said, "Let's go and pull that guy up. Otherwise, if he keeps struggling for too long, the Emperor will get annoyed."

The two men walked up to Guilliman, who had turned over again, and each stretched out a hand:

"It's time to get up, old Ji."

"hurry up."

A smile appeared at the corners of Guilliman's swollen mouth. He stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the hands of his two brothers, letting them pull him up.

Then, supported by his two brothers, he gestured to the emperor to take his leave and walked out of the palace.

Under the Emperor's smiling gaze, the backs of the three people are so harmonious. This is perhaps the unity that should exist between the Primarch brothers.

“You two guys, were secretly recording this, right?” Guilliman finally asked after they had walked some distance away.

"Well, such a classic moment must be recorded, and I will not delete it."

"The most I can do is to ensure that the virtual image will not be transmitted to the spiritual network. The Eagle of Chogoris never breaks his word."

Guilliman's smile widened.

He didn't mind this dark history, and even had a hint of pride:
“Khan, it’s okay for you to upload it, just keep the footage of me taking the shot.

That’s a rare achievement.”

Just now, he had a man-to-man duel with the Emperor, and hit the father in the duel, especially the punch in the eye socket.

How heroic is it?

This is the only one among the original body's children.

Of course, Horus had fought the Emperor before, but that was with the assistance of the Four Chaos Gods, which is not worth mentioning at all.

He actually fought a battle with the Emperor using his own strength.

Even if you fail and fall, it is worthy of glory.

Ron glanced at Guilliman.

There are always some strange competitions between the Primarchs.

Judging from the age of these special genetically modified lives, these original bodies are still in the youth of their lives.

In fact, their mental age may be much younger than they appear.

Some Primarchs even rapidly passed through their infancy and became adults within a few months or even years.

There is also the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman.

He is ten thousand years old, but spends most of his time sleeping on the Throne of Stasis. His actual mental age is probably less than two hundred.

The heavy pressure of the empire made him look mature, and he had to mature.

Sometimes, due to the influence of the environment or tremendous pressure, a person may mature prematurely.

There are many such examples in Ron's hometown, the Eastern Empire in the ancient Terra era.

Such as Huo Qubing during the Han Dynasty.

He learned riding and archery at a young age. At the age of 22, he led cavalrymen deep into the northern desert to kill the enemy and was awarded the title of Guanjun Hou. At the age of , he attacked the Xiongnu royal court and conquered the Wolf's Lair, creating an unprecedented achievement.

Gao Yan, a powerful official of Northern Qi.

At the age of 9, he was appointed as Si Tu and participated in the government affairs and was in charge of the family; at the age of 12, he launched a coup to kill political enemies and actually controlled the government of Northern Qi; at the age of 14, he launched a rebellion and led his troops to besiege the palace in an attempt to seize the throne.

After his ultimate failure, he was lured to death, leaving behind only four posthumous children. In just fourteen years, he experienced a life of twists and turns, and ended his life as a powerful official.

There are many such examples.

Even among the poor there are examples of precocity, where people gain knowledge and power at a very young age, shoulder family missions and participate in the operation of the world.

Perhaps it was the influence of the times. We were filled with enemies both inside and outside, and had to grow quickly under chaos and threats.

When Ron was in the 3K era, the country remained stable.

At the age of twenty, he was still a brittle college student with "clear stupidity" in his eyes, sending makka baka emojis and thinking about how to confess his love to the girl he liked.

That kind of peace is so hard to come by.

But this Warhammer world is different. It is filled with so much chaos and threats that are deadly enough that the entire planet could be destroyed.

Those children may have just learned to walk and have to go into the ruins to find food or work in the hive factories.

They have to grow up quickly to survive.

If you encounter an invasion by heretics and aliens, you may have to carry a weapon that is almost as tall as your body and fight the enemy desperately, even if it is in vain.

The same was true of the Primarchs.

When they were infants, they were thrown into distant star regions by warp storms and had to fight against the environment, beasts, and enemies around them.

Due to their extraordinary growth rate, the Primarchs quickly had their own armies and political powers.

Then he was found by the Emperor and participated in the Great Crusade, shouldering the mission of human survival.

The Emperor's demands and expectations are so strict that they must grow quickly to become qualified leaders and eliminate the endless enemies in the galaxy.

Ron felt that this might be one of the reasons why the Primarchs were corrupted.

A group of young people with immature thinking and psychological problems have taken on too much responsibility too early and have not received proper guidance.

Naturally, problems will arise.

Fortunately, the loyal Primarchs who have persisted until now have gradually improved their thinking and character, and have acquired more leadership qualities.

It's harmless for brothers to show some youthfulness occasionally.

Compared to the old soul, this kind of youthful vigor is exactly what the human empire needs today.

"Brother Ron, please send me the video you recorded later."

Guilliman's swollen face made an indistinct sound, as if he was expecting something: "I... need some of these images."

He hopes to preserve the scene of himself heroically striking down his father and showing his filial piety to the whole family, so that he can enjoy it slowly in the future.

"You might as well make those pictures into a banner of honor and frame them."

It was difficult for Ron to understand these Primarchs' obsession with the Emperor.

He was so excited just because he was beaten up by the emperor and then fought back and hit the other party a few times.

Unlike the Primarch's awe, he was already accustomed to contact with the Emperor, and Little Sun usually used his psychic power to force the old man to wake up.

"That's a good idea of ​​yours."

Guilliman's narrowed eyes lit up, as if he realized something.

He thought it would be a good idea to make those images into honor flags and hide them secretly in the armory.

"Damn it, if I had known I would have had a fight with my father on the forum as well."

The White Scar Primarch felt even more sour at this, and thought to himself.

No matter how you look at it, the beating that Guilliman received was worth it and is worthy of envy.

Just when they were the Cricket Emperor.

boom--

A powerful psychic wave erupted from the throne, and golden psychic energy suddenly attacked. That was the Emperor's psychic force!

"Fuck!"

Roan and Khan sensed the incoming psychic force and quickly let go of Guilliman.

Dodge to the sides.

???

"Damn it, where's the brotherhood?!"

Guilliman also wanted to dodge, but because he had no strength left, he was a step too late and was hit hard again.

He flew out of the throne room, fell down at the foot of the steps outside, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

There was even a smile on his face.

This might be the sweetest sleep the Ultimate Primarch has ever had since his resurrection.

Although it is mandatory.

"Luckily we dodged quickly."

Ron and Khan dodged the attack and looked at each other in tacit understanding.

They both breathed a sigh of relief and then walked to the entrance of the throne palace to check on Guilliman, they were not too worried.

Anyway, this big blow of fatherly love won't cause too much damage.

"Robert, that bastard, finally got his lesson."

Khan felt relieved by Guilliman's miserable condition. That guy was showing off in front of him and deserved to be beaten.

"Tsk~
You are indeed worthy of being called Lao Ji..."

Ron looked at Guilliman who fell to the ground unconscious in an elegant posture, and felt quite emotional.

This graceful Primarch could even handle the "dog eating shit" posture perfectly, and was only slightly inferior to his savior.

He raised the imaging equipment, selected a perfect angle, and recorded this scene.

In the picture, the former Imperial Regent and Ultimate Primarch Guilliman was so eye-catching with his head on the ground and his buttocks raised. The black electronic corset made it look perfect.

Strong and round, it glows faintly in the reflected sunlight.

Perhaps that is the most popular male butt in the galaxy among the ladies.

"The reputation of the Extreme Buttocks is well-deserved..."

Ron felt a little ashamed of himself.

As the genetic father of the Extreme Warriors, Old Key has really mastered the art of buttocks, and no one can match him.

Even Khan couldn't help but leave this precious picture as one of the dark histories of the Ultimate Primarch.

He slapped Guilliman's hips. "Damn it, I don't know how this guy trained..."

Any galactic warrior would like to have more toned muscles, including the buttocks.

"Maybe it's a natural talent, we can't learn it."

Ron contacted his personal medical team: "Quick, quick, hurry up and take the Ultimate Primarch away for treatment, and use the universal elixir!"

The ridicule belongs to the ridicule.

The quality and quantity of Lao Ji's treatment and recovery must be guaranteed, and it must be done according to the standards of his savior, so that the guy can recover as soon as possible.

"My Lord, what happened to him?"

Aide-de-camp Felix hurried over and became even more worried when he saw the Ultimate Primarch on the suspended stretcher.

He was a little angry: "What kind of damn heretic aliens are they that attacked you, my Lord? The Ultramarines will never let them go!"

In the opinion of this attendant, any attack that could injure a Primarch must have been a shameless sneak attack by a heretic alien, and he must be retaliated against.

"It's okay, it's not some heretic alien."

Ron stopped Felix from calling the Primarch's guards, lest the incident become a big deal and affect Old Ki's image:

"Your master was just sparring with the Emperor and got beaten up, it's not a big deal.

Speak a little more quietly, it would be bad if the old man heard it."

"what?!"

The savior's words made Felix shut up immediately, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He was afraid that the Primarch's father, the Emperor, would be dissatisfied or form new misunderstandings about him, so he explained in a low voice:
"Emperor, if that great being takes action, then... there will be no problem..."

Afterwards, the Ultimate Primarch was rushed to the ICU by the medical team, and the attendant Felix accompanied him throughout the process, guarding the Primarch.

……

Sanctuary of the Savior, private infirmary.

The Savior's galactic top private medical team treated the Ultimate Primarch, and numerous medical facilities provided him with comprehensive recuperation.

"The Emperor..."

Felix was terrified watching in the observation room, not because the treatment process was bloody, but because it was too luxurious.

All kinds of panaceas and healing potions were poured into the Primarch's body as if they were free, and relic-level medical equipment was used without regard for its damage.

He even felt it was a bit over-treated.

The Primarch only has superficial injuries and is unconscious. He is not seriously injured. Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?
He felt heartbroken just looking at it.

In fact, if Guilliman knew, he would also feel sad.

He had no idea how many times he had been injured and unconscious over the years, and most of the time he had only received the most basic treatments and relied on his body to recover.

Such a precious life-saving medicine should be saved for desperate situations.

When the Savior's personal medical team restored the Ultimate Primarch's skin injuries, they also dealt with the hidden injuries, accumulated toxins and damage caused by the load of the Armor of Destiny.

We also started to provide health care and skin care, scar and wrinkle removal, hair care, photon whitening and manicure and other projects to Extreme Original Body, striving to let the patients wake up in the most perfect posture.

In recent years, the medical field under the Savior has been progressing rapidly, and can provide better treatment for the Ultimate Primarchs.

A body medicine sage from a private medical team even secretly scanned and analyzed the structure of the Extreme Prototype's buttocks, preparing to use it as a research topic.

"Savior, is this how your treatment process works?"

After seeing this, Felix almost couldn't hold back.

Due to the empire's lack of resources, the medical system is mostly focused on saving lives, and generally it's enough to save the person and allow them to recover.

In some cases, only half of the treatment is completed, and the rest is left to the self-healing ability.

The Savior's process shocked the attendant.

"Yes, most of our high-ranking warriors enjoy a similar medical system, and they use medical insurance.

Not bad, right?

Ron patted the attendant on the shoulder and said, “After the reform is completed, you high-level warriors will also be able to enjoy the same medical system.

It can be restored in the most perfect condition so as not to affect the combat capability."

Of course, the medical system of high-level warriors is not as high-level as that of the Savior, but they can still use some panaceas.

Moreover, this medical system is quite humane, and soldiers can also choose to keep their scars.

Felix didn't know what to say, so he just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Not long after, Guilliman awoke in full spirit, the scars on his body disappeared, his skin had a healthy color, and his hair turned pure gold.

He looked much younger, and his blue eyes were shining:
"I...where is this?"

Guilliman was in a daze, as if he was not used to his now light body. He couldn't even feel the pain and burden brought by his old injuries.

He subconsciously touched the scar on his neck.

That was the vicious damage left by the Fallen Phoenix, biting him all the time.

But now the scars are gone, leaving only smooth skin.

After the Savior Medical Field studied various chaos toxins and poisons related to the Divine Plague, the rotten toxin left by the Fallen Phoenix was no longer a difficult disease to treat.

This savior's private medical team removed it easily.

???

Guilliman shook his head.

The effect of the anesthetic had not yet worn off, and for a moment he thought he was in a dream or had returned to a certain period in the past because of the subspace.

But after observing the surrounding environment, the Ultimate Primarch quickly reacted:

"It looks like this is Brother Ron's place."

In the galaxy, only the Savior could be so coquettish that even the medical room is so luxurious, secretly inlaid with gems and full of artistic atmosphere.

Guilliman smiled broadly.

He knew that brother Ron had spent a huge amount of money to heal him, and perhaps this brother was the only one in the galaxy who could be so good to him.

"Old Ji, how do you feel?"

Roan and the attendant came in and asked about Guilliman's recovery: "If you still feel uncomfortable, you can tell the medical sage. I guarantee that it can be cured cleanly!"

"I'm fine. I've never been better."

Guilliman tried to stretch his body, and his muscles and bones made crisp sounds as they were stretched.

He felt no obstruction or stagnation.

Afterwards, the Ultimate Primarch gave the attendant a look, and the other party immediately retreated. He knew that the master was going to have a secret talk with the Savior.

Ron easily built a psychic barrier and looked at the Ultimate Primarch: "Can you tell me, Old Ji, what's going on?"

"My fleet has brought you a batch of resources. That is the vast majority of Ultramar's stockpile resources. It is the limit of the resources I can extract."

Guilliman looked at the savior who always maintained a tyrant attitude:
"According to my calculations, given the current state of your territory, I'm afraid you can't support such a huge expense in building the network."

This Ultimate Primarch has extremely strong thinking ability and can control a huge fleet alone, and can even control the angle of the muzzle of a battleship in the fleet.

He collected various data and information through the spiritual network and roughly calculated the current financial situation of the Savior Territory, which was worrying.

Hearing this, Ron frowned and sighed:

"You're right. I really have no money now. The problem is quite troublesome..."

(End of this chapter)