Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 574 Lion King: Damn it, come at me, what is a savior? !

"There is still hope for our human empire..."

Zabriel looked at the knights trained by the Lion King, as well as the auxiliary troops and logistical personnel who performed their respective duties, and a hint of anticipation flashed across his weathered face.

As the guardian of this planet and owner of his own territory, he knew how difficult it was to train such an army in such a short time.

And the First Primarch, his own genetic father, did it.

Over the years, Zabriel has also tried to organize an army.

But when those tribesmen faced the mutated predators contaminated by the power of blasphemy, they were always terrified and had no will to fight.

That is a kind of spiritual pollution and suppression.

However, the army trained by the First Primarch was not only unafraid, but could also fight against the tide of mutated predators.

How amazing is it?

The descendants of the Lion King observed that this army, which had just experienced a tide of mutated beasts, had no fear and no sadness.

Instead, they dealt with the bodies of the dead in a solemn atmosphere, then organized themselves and moved forward again.

It seemed as if nothing could shake or stop them.

This is the prototype of a powerful army.

He could imagine how powerful this group of knights would become once they underwent genetic modification and wore power armor.

This is the greatness of the Primarch.

They are a symbol of unyielding will, leading people forward, able to organize from scratch and create the strongest army of mankind - the Space Marine Legion.

The First Primarch is the best among them. He not only possesses terrifying combat power, but also extremely powerful military and management capabilities.

Now that he has returned, the empire will usher in new hope!

"This scene looks familiar, doesn't it?"

Leon looked at the army he had trained with a sharp and confident look:
"At that time, people lived in isolation in the jungle, struggling to survive, and in every dark corner there were vicious and greedy beasts coveting our flesh and blood.

Zabril, you are a descendant of Terra and have not experienced those days.

Do you know what I did? "

"My Lord, that is a famous story."

Zabril bowed slightly to show respect:

"All the Dark Angels know this story. You gathered the humans of that world, trained more knights, and destroyed all the beasts."

When the heir of the Lion King mentioned the name of the regiment, he thought of some unpleasant things.

These exiles had been declared traitors and patricides, expelled from the battle group, and were being hunted down relentlessly by their former brothers.

They can only call themselves fallen angels, hiding everywhere in their inner torment and pain, or being found and executed.

The Dark Angels' top priority for the past ten thousand years has been to secretly capture and execute the Fallen Angels.

It can be said that the blood and tears of the fallen angels are almost scattered in every corner of the galaxy, and some of them have completely betrayed and become minions of Chaos.

And the loyal fallen angels are still suffering and hiding, never forgetting.

So, Zabril still remembered the Dark Angels' commandments, the First Primarch, the legend of the Lion - he led the Knights of Caliban to destroy the beast and create the Legion's home world.

"The misunderstanding has been resolved, the tragedy of fratricide will stop, and the scars of the Dark Angels will be healed."

Leon said this, but there was still a hint of sadness in his tone.

Even if the wound heals, the scar will remain, a reminder of the tragedy that happened on Caliban ten thousand years ago, and the life lost will never come back.

But the Primarch was a qualified leader after all, and he quickly suppressed his negative emotions.

Leon looked firmly at the descendant of his bloodline in front of him:
"A difficult journey has begun. We will do the same thing again and eliminate the blasphemous life on this planet!"

Saving an empire from the brink of destruction is a long and difficult journey.

This planet is the first step, and also a more difficult one.

They were trapped on a jungle planet where civilization had been almost completely destroyed. There were no machines in sight, which meant there was no way to travel in space.

But he was never afraid of difficulties.

So what if civilization is destroyed? Let's start rebuilding!
Leon was prepared for the worst.

If there is no way to find a ship that can sail on this planet, then search for ruins and build one from scratch.

Referred to as hand rubbing.

As the Primarch, he possesses strong intelligence, memory and learning ability. His brain and armor database store a lot of scientific and technological knowledge. He is confident that he is not inferior to his brothers who are good at casting skills.

It's just that he has never liked doing that.

According to Leon's prediction, the plan has a high success rate.

Even if it takes two or three hundred years, using the ruins of the past to build a new civilization and create a shuttle capable of short-distance subspace travel.

Or a large signal tower capable of communicating across galaxies.

Even if it's a victory.

At that time, he will be able to contact the nearby imperial civilization or reach the nearest planet, completely open up the situation, and organize large-scale legions and fleets.

And also... recall all the descendants who are in exile and completely end the tragedy that happened ten thousand years ago.

"We will follow you and ignite the fire of civilization in Kamaz."

Zabril nodded, his expression firm.

He also realized that this is a difficult journey and requires more effort.

It didn't take long.

The team set out again.

Hada and the Iron Knights also guarded the material transport team again and followed the army in front.

He saw pieces of meat falling from the supply truck and quickly picked them up and stuffed them back.

That's precious food.

These more than one hundred carts of slightly sour animal meat and plant roots are reserve supplies that the tribe has stockpiled for a long time and can help people in another territory get rid of hunger.

"Perhaps, only under the protection of this lord can we have a chance to fill our stomachs."

Hada looked at the two tall figures in the distance and felt lucky.

There is also a hint of pride.

In the jungle life, death and hunger are the norm. Having a safe shelter and sustenance is the dream of every tribesman.

That great angel brought all this and will bring hope to more places.

"Your Highness, with your food, the people of our tribe will no longer have to endure hunger."

Zabril was somewhat pleased.

He was the protector of the tribe, and he couldn't bear to see the tribesmen die of hunger.

But it is so difficult to find food in the profane land, as many plants and creatures are highly poisonous.

Even as a Space Marine, he couldn't help much.

Fortunately, his original body, the father of genes, found a way to process the beast meat and provided more edible plant roots and rhizomes.

The tribesmen will have a better life in the future.

The heir of the Lion King has clearly felt the gap between himself and the Primarch, which is the difference between a warrior and a leader.

"Zabriel, this is what that bastard Robert made?!"

Leon took off his helmet and snorted.

The Primarch had just used the electronic eyepiece of his helmet to appreciate the classic work of the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman, the Imperial bestseller and the operating manual for interstellar warriors - "The Codex Astartes".

He suppressed his anger and said, "That is just a pile of waste paper. It is too hard to wipe your butt with. The empire will suffer serious damage because of this pile of waste paper.

If my father were still alive, he would definitely beat that bastard to death!"

Through the narration of his blood descendants, Leon roughly understood the situation of the Empire. If the Space Marines continued to act according to the Holy Code, the Empire would most likely be doomed.

According to the small-scale, elite combat style of the Holy Code, the Empire has no ability to fight against large-scale enemies, let alone undertake large-scale battles!

After reading the Codex, the lion and primarch became more determined to beat up Guilliman.

Unfortunately, that guy is also dead, and it is said that his body is placed in Macragge.

If he had the chance, he would definitely spit on the other person's body!
"Hey, he's dead. I can't beat him anymore..."

Lion suddenly said this, and it was obvious that Guilliman's death was also a heavy blow to him.

If possible, he hoped that Guilliman and the others were still alive, and that the brothers could fight side by side to save the empire left by their father.

Even if we can create a second empire, it would be fine.

But this time, he must fight for the right to be regent, because some of Guilliman's deeds have proved that the self-righteous guy is incapable of managing the empire.

Just be a legion commander.

Drop drop-

Suddenly, the detector in Leon's arm armor gave a prompt.

"Hey, I found another good thing."

The Primarch of the First Legion and the glorious commander of the Empire smiled with satisfaction.

He suddenly leaped out seven or eight meters, came to the bottom of a huge tree, and then started digging with the sword in his hand with great interest.

It's like finding some treasure.

Soon, Leon dug out a piece of steel pipe with a diameter of about half a meter from under the giant tree. It should be a transportation pipeline for some kind of energy.

He happily threw the steel pipe aside and continued digging on the ground.

A lion will not be defeated by any difficulties.

Over the past few days, the First Primarch has been searching for relics of the past, slowly accumulating various resources and building the Knights Templar.

In short, I just picked up scraps everywhere, and then rubbed them against armor and weapons, including the farm machine that was converted into a tank.

"Your Highness..."

Zabriel looked at this scene and felt a little sad. He thought about how much sorrow the First Legion and the Father of Genes had experienced in the past ten thousand years.

To the point of falling into such a situation.

Seeing that the Gene Father was still digging, he ran over to help.

The Primarch and his bloodline descendants bent over and dug down under the giant tree, like scavengers from some hive worlds.

Looking for valuable mechanical treasures.

Finally, they found another dirty mechanical engine.

They both smiled at this. This was something they had to go through to rebuild civilization. They had to find and cherish any resources that they could use.

"The damage to this energy engine isn't too serious. It should be usable after some repairs. Unfortunately, there are no technicians here, so I have to do it myself!"

Leon rubbed his hands, feeling satisfied with his current harvest.

As the original Primarch of the First Legion, he had acquired a great deal of knowledge and technology, although not as much as his brothers who were famous for their technology.

But it's enough.

Even many tactics and wartime equipment and vehicle maintenance skills were passed down from him and then spread to other legions.

Leon believed that no one could do better than himself in such a difficult environment.

Especially that self-righteous guy Guilliman.

Afterwards, Leon and Zabriel cut down the huge tree in front of them, made a simple wooden transport cart, and put the steel pipes and mechanical engine on it.

Then it was handed over to the material delivery team.

"Zabriel, you will follow me to learn mechanical skills and strive to become a high-level technical soldier."

Leon patted the bloodline descendant's shoulder, leaving a conspicuous mud mark on it.

If you want to redevelop civilization, you must have systematic technical personnel, and Space Marines have a long lifespan and are suitable as inheritors of knowledge.

Then develop a group of scientific research talents.

"Father, this is how you built the entire empire step by step, right?"

Leon thought so.

At one time, the civilization of Terra was almost lost and fell into an era of barbarism. It was the Emperor and his father who set up laboratories at the foot of the Himalayas and trained a team of scientific research.

Only then did they gradually restore technology and even developed genetic modification technology.

He also has to learn from his father, restore the planet's technology, and then save the empire left by his father.

The first Primarch has already made plans to take root on the planet, cultivate the land and develop it.

Afterwards, the team maintained its formation and continued to move forward, arriving at the site where the previous explosion occurred.

When they walked to the site of the explosion, they saw a brighter light coming from outside, and then there was a little chaos in the team.

"Oh my God!"

The Iron Knights and the tribesmen exclaimed in amazement.

The giant trees in the area ahead were almost completely destroyed. A gray sky could be seen, and all kinds of filthy blood and flesh were splattered everywhere.

It was like a natural disaster sent down by God.

Some believers prayed in their hearts, asking for the emperor's protection.

???

Leon looked at the huge explosion in front of him with a frown.

That was obviously not something that could be created by the weapons of this planet. The crater created by the explosion alone was hundreds of meters wide and almost destroyed everything around it.

The previous escape of the mutant beast tide also has an explanation.

Destruction on this scale is enough to make those cruel mutant predators flee in fear.

"Are those blasphemous heretics outside the forest capable of causing such large-scale destruction?"

Leon looked at his bloodline heir and asked.

This bloodline descendant has been on this planet for many years and must be familiar with the enemy's situation. Those enemies corrupted by the power of blasphemy may have already invaded the forest.

"Your Highness, I have never seen them have large weapons."

Zabril shook his head.

If those enemies had heavy weapons of such power, he would not have been able to survive the siege until now.

Bang!
Leon and Zabriel jumped into the pit formed by the explosion one after another, trying to find clues to determine the truth of the explosion.

"This is... an Imperial weapon!"

Leon found some traces, the fuel elements among which were undoubtedly the technology used by the Empire to manufacture bomb weapons.

What he found was promethium.

This thing is almost a necessity for the Empire, providing energy for most military equipment and vehicles, or making some explosive weapons.

From ordinary grenades to naval guns, promethium is indispensable.

In addition, promethium is also used to manufacture a series of daily necessities, including dyes, plastics, medicines, etc.

It is also one of the main ingredients of the classic imperial food - corpse starch or synthetic protein bars.

It can be called a universal material.

It can be said that wherever there is promethium, there is an empire.

Because the aliens basically won't use that thing, let alone eat it.

Leon was very surprised when he discovered promethium.

If we can confirm that there are still remaining imperial forces on this planet, that would be a great thing and would also speed up our departure from here.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find any more clues besides this.

The violent and high-temperature explosion destroyed almost all possible information.

"This bomb could be the latest to be launched and detonated, or it could be a remnant of an old one, and then accidentally detonated by a mutant predator."

Leon was thinking about the cause of the explosion, but he had no clue for a moment.

But no matter what, this is a good clue, and he can search the planet slowly later.

If there are still resistance troops hiding here, I can find them.

After Leon collected and recorded some data, he jumped out of the pit: "Let's go to your territory first, and then we will slowly investigate this matter later."

Now Zabril's territory is still in the midst of hunger and may also be in danger from chaotic mutant predators.

They must get there as soon as possible.

The First Primarch did not want any of the tribesmen to starve to death due to the delay in the rescue team.

In today's situation, any life is a precious spark.

Zabril nodded.

He was also a little worried, after all, he hadn't returned to the tribe for more than a month.

The marching team bypassed the pit and headed towards the guardian's territory at a faster speed.

They were still some distance away from the territory.
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The outskirts of the Pasong tribe.

The tribe founded by the guardian Zabriel was located deeper in the forest. The surrounding towering trees were taller and the distances between the trees were wider.

There were even fewer shrubs.

Fortunately, since the terrain here is not suitable for hiding and there are few living creatures, mutant predators don't like to come to this area to find food.

Instead, it has formed a relatively safe residential area.

Due to the long journey through the jungle, Leon and his team were a little tired, the knights' armors were dirty, and most of them were unkempt.

But the destination was approaching, and they became excited.

The crude flag representing the First Primarch, the Lion, was erected high, fluttering in the forest breeze.

The Iron Knights stood proudly and marched in neat and powerful steps.

Quite powerful.

The logistics personnel in the rear were pulling cart after cart of slightly sour animal meat, plant roots, and a pile of salvaged steel parts.

Those are the supplies that this tribe longs for.

They wish to do everything possible to demonstrate the might of the First Primarch, the Lion, and the strength of their army.

Leon led Zabriel and walked safely in front of the team, ready to take over the tribe.

He was used to this.

Wherever the lion goes, the people of the empire welcome and worship him wholeheartedly.

However, when Leon walked around the huge tree and saw the tribe, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened, and even his pupils were shaking.

"The Emperor..."

Not only him, but even the team behind him became turbulent, with people exclaiming in surprise.

They saw shocking scenes that did not belong to this primitive jungle world.

In front of us was a city wall made of special concrete, nearly ten meters high, with several heavy mechanical artillery installed on it, and the wall was even painted with a layer of dark gold paint.

It was like a common and more advanced defensive fortress in the empire, and even exuded a hint of luxury.

As soon as the Lion King and others appeared in the field of vision and monitoring of the city wall, an alarm sounded immediately.

???

"Is this...your territory, or are we on the wrong road?!"

Leon suddenly turned his head to look at his offspring Zabriel with an expression that said "are you kidding me?"

According to this guy.

This territory was extremely difficult, lacking not only weapons but also food, and the tribe's defenses were often breached by mutant predators.

He glanced at the pile of mutant predator corpses below the city wall and gritted his teeth.

The walls of this fortress don't look like they can be breached.

"Emperor, I...I didn't go the wrong way."

Zabril was stunned by the scene in front of him, muttering to himself, "When I left, the tribe was not like this!"

Obviously, this sudden change of scene also shocked him.

Anyone who sees his territory suddenly transform from a primitive tribe into the empire's latest technological era will be amazed.

I will also feel confused.

When he left, the tribe's defense walls were still made of wood, and the entire tribe could not produce many iron tools, let alone mechanical heavy artillery.

"Such a change..."

When Leon heard the words of his blood descendant, he became more confused and even a little surprised.

He activated the electronic eyepiece and scanned the city wall. In addition to the heavy mechanical artillery, there were two several-meter-long honor flags hanging on both sides.

There is a conspicuous golden lion emblem on it, and some text is attached:
Such as the Grant family, the great and merciful savior, the invincible primarch, the supreme emperor of the empire, and so on.

Especially the golden lion that looked like his emblem, shining so brightly and slightly dazzling...

(End of this chapter)