Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 604: Savior: Firepower Anxiety, it's time to give the Chaos Forces something new!
"Alas, I don't know if our current firepower is enough to support this war..."

Before observing the dome.

Ron looked at the dark red void spreading in the distance and sighed deeply.

As the war approached, he became increasingly anxious and restless.

This fear of insufficient firepower is an old problem.

The Savior's anxiety made the Ultimate Primarch Guilliman next to him worried.

He looked at his savior, his good brother, with a frown on his face:

"How many more troops can the Empire summon? I have already sent all the troops that can be mobilized from the five hundred worlds of Ultramar."

"Old Ji, I'm already mobilizing all my forces.

Now all the areas I can control have responded to the war mobilization order.

Large-scale defense projects, restoration and repair of the network have been stopped, and only the most basic aid operations are maintained, and all stored resources are invested in this war. "

Ron paced anxiously around the dome:
“Our taxation is being strengthened, and even the people of the Savior’s territory have tightened their belts and started long-term, large-scale overtime work to supply the relevant materials.

So we must not lose this war, otherwise we will be in trouble."

The words of the Savior made Guilliman, the Primarch known for his benevolence, even more worried.

He knew what the empire's imposition of a tithe tax meant, and he also knew the suffering and tears that large-scale, high-intensity labor would cause.

When he was the regent of the empire, he imposed a tithe tax because of the Indomitable Expedition.

It was only later that we discovered that many planets paid a huge price for this.

The population of a certain industrial planet even dropped by 80% due to high-intensity labor and was almost on the verge of destruction.

Who would have thought that in this war, even the wealthy savior territories would have to impose additional taxes. What kind of suffering would the empire suffer?

The empire is currently undergoing tremendous changes, the political system is undergoing restructuring, and there are no comprehensive statistics.

As he was far away from the center, he didn't know the latest situation.

But there is no doubt that such increased taxation will lead to high-intensity labor, and it is not impossible that it will cause famine and death.

"Brother, the people of the empire..."

Guilliman sighed deeply and wanted to ask, but hesitated and didn't say it.

Even if he knew it, it wouldn't change anything and it would only add to his troubles.

Ron was also a little heartbroken and felt extremely guilty:

“Those damn Chaos Gods, 13 hours! Now the workers have to work 13 hours a day on average, with only three days of rest a month.

Moreover, they can only survive on bread and low-quality drinks every day, and we do not have the energy and resources to fully provide them with meat.”

???

Guilliman was stunned when he heard this, with a question mark on his face, very confused.

Isn't that the working time that can only be had when the empire is prosperous? Even during the Great Crusade, the average working hours of the imperial people far exceeded 13 hours.

This is how long the working hours are in the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, the pearl of the empire and the prosperity of the country.

Is this called overtime in the empire?

That's called a comfortable life, and only a planet that is prosperous and wealthy for a long time can enjoy this treatment!

And are bread and bad drinks some shameful food?
Corpse starch and synthetic food are the daily diet of the empire. Even the richest regions of the old empire have not been able to provide a comprehensive supply of non-synthetic food!

Guilliman suddenly realized that the corpse starch manufacturing factories seemed to have been completely eliminated in the areas controlled by the Savior Territory.

They are even reluctant to feed these things to the Grox beasts, believing that it will cause food safety problems.

"brother……"

Guilliman swallowed and wanted the Savior to strengthen the mobilization efforts.

This scale and intensity is a bit too comfortable nowadays.

But he still didn't say it, because judging from the time of assembly, it was too late.

Alas, this brother of his is good in every way except that he is too kind and not decisive enough.

This is not a good thing for a war.

Although the new empire is much better than before, how much power can be gathered with such a mobilization force?
In the end, Guilliman did not offer any advice or accusations.

Because my brother has done well enough, much better than me.

At least compared to the most difficult times, the empire has shifted from passive defense to active offense, and has more weapons and equipment.

The mobilized forces now are indeed not enough, but they will not lead to a disastrous defeat. When has the empire not won victory in extremely difficult wars, with blood and tears?
Ron also noticed Guilliman's anxiety and comforted him a little:
"Well, we have all done our best. The rest depends on the army's fighting spirit."

There is no other way around this. The empire is now fully mobilized, which is the best solution.

Of course, I can further increase the intensity of my work.

But this will not be worth the cost, and will bring negative effects and fail to achieve the goal of improving productivity.

The Savior's Territory has achieved initial prosperity and has turned to a market economy, relying on trade and consumption to become more prosperous.

If the people in the territory devote all their time to work, they will have no time to rest and consume products.

Then all that will be left is a dead silence, which may even affect people's ability to work and their will to fight.

A weak mind and body cannot be engaged in a high-intensity war, which is one of the reasons why the empire was so tragic before.

All thanks to his thick blood, he can kill one thousand enemies but lose ten thousand of his own.

However, the existence of many empires has failed to change people's thinking and they are unable to understand such a development model.

"Our unyielding will is our true weapon. Apart from that, we have nothing else."

Guilliman nodded, agreeing with the Savior.

He no longer had much expectation for the armed forces that could be mobilized for this war, nor did he think that it would be possible to gather enough forces to encircle the entire star region in such a short time.

The next tactic to use is an unstoppable boarding attack and entering the core of chaos at all costs.

For human beings today, all great victories require sacrifice.

"Yes, as long as we have such a will, we will surely achieve victory!"

After listening to his good brother's words, Ron's fear of insufficient firepower was slightly reduced.

He patted the other's shoulder and said, "Come on, Lao Ji, let's go and take a look at the latest weapons. It may give us a better chance of winning."

As soon as the savior finished speaking, the landing ship vibrated slightly and connected with the Void Whale-class super-large transport ship.

It was a cargo transport behemoth that was more than ten kilometers long.

……

Inside the Void Whale-class transport ship.

"The enthusiasm of these logistics personnel is amazing..."

Guilliman and the Savior boarded the hovercraft inside the ship and headed towards the warehouse area.

He looked at the logistics staff working coming and going and felt a sense of enthusiasm and vitality.

These people were not hesitant or afraid of the war. Instead, they had high will and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the preparations for the war.

Even with a smile on his face?

"Don't they know the war is coming?"

Guilliman wondered doubtfully at times how the Imperium would conceal the truth, before the Primarch's keen senses heard the exchanges of the support staff in the rest area.

"Damn it, you bastard applied for a place to go to the war zone?"

"Of course, the enemy this time is not simple. If I don't go, who else can? Those guys are not as experienced as me.

Besides, I am the oldest in the transport team, and the others are all bachelors. It would be a pity if they died on the battlefield."

"Stop talking nonsense. I think you just want to earn a place for your kid in Zhongsi Academy.

Everyone knows that there are special treatments for those who go to the war zone, and you can also participate in the celebration parade afterwards... Live well and don't die!"

“Hahahaha, dying is no loss.

See this? The self-defense weapons given above also include thermo-melta bombs.

If the situation is bad, I will detonate and kill a few Chaos Demons. At least I will get the medal of an honorary warrior and my soul can return to the throne.

Don’t be jealous then…”

"God bless you, who is jealous of you? Maybe my application will be approved too!"

Guilliman heard this and looked at their target with a serious look.

I didn’t expect that these saviors’ logistics personnel not only knew the situation of the war, but also had such an enthusiastic will to participate in the battle and the determination to sacrifice.

He had more confidence in the war.

At this moment, the Ultimate Primarch truly felt the war vitality that could be unleashed by the Empire under the Savior.

Whether it is the army or the logistics personnel, there is no fear or confusion, only the courage to join the war and the confidence to win.

This is also the result of the Savior's efforts all along. He did not let down his soldiers and people.

The warriors and people of the empire will also offer more loyalty and will in return.

I also know why I do all this.

Rumble~
The armor on the warehouse area's dome slowly opened, and stellar light projected in through the specially reinforced glass.

This made the metal structures on the storage shelves hundreds of meters high in the warehouse area glow with a cold light.

People can feel the breath of murder just by being here, which foreshadows the deadly weapons of war.

“Is this the iron work of the Dark Age of Technology?” Guilliman looked up at the densely packed killing machines and the coldly glowing gun muzzles on the storage shelves, and his voice couldn’t help but tremble.

“You’re right, but I still want to correct you.

This is a hybrid technology of the Iron Man technology of the Golden Age of Humanity and the Dark Age of Technology. It is a war weapon independently developed by the Savior Territory. "

Ron reached out and touched an iron war weapon or a remote automated robot underneath, which made a rough metal friction sound.

The Savior's Territory relies on the royal intelligent agricultural robots of the Golden Age, the technology contributed by the current Great Sage of Biology Moss, and the wreckage of the Iron Man salvaged from the subspace.

After several decades of research, we finally achieved the current results.

The main technical difficulty that the researchers had to overcome was regarding cost. Given the current situation of the Empire, it simply could not afford to build a complete version of the Iron Man.

Even if we grit our teeth and build tens of thousands of them, it won't help much, and losses are also a problem.

So they replaced some overly expensive materials and complex components, and eventually developed a youthful version of Iron Man, which is now a remote-controlled automated robot.

The cost is only one-tenth of the original, and the actual combat capability is about one-third of the Empire's castrated version of the Iron Man - the Extinction Robot.

This is a relatively excellent solution, which can make up for the shortcomings with quantity and achieve the goal of large-scale legionary operations. More importantly, it is cheap.

It is much more cost-effective than directly manufacturing the Imperial version of the Extinction Mecha, and the resulting combat power is also more terrifying.

The main tactics are human wave tactics and steel torrent.

Otherwise, if we make such a few expensive treasures, we won't be able to cope with a large-scale war, and the longer the war goes on, the more painful it will be.

Not only that, there is also the protection of the Mechanical Goddess, which can ensure the safety of these semi-intelligent machines and prevent them from falling into chaos.

Thereby causing damage to one's own army.

Ron raised his hand and patted the automated robot, causing it to emit a dull metallic sound:

"Such semi-intelligent robots are still a bit expensive and require the use of many rare metals, so we don't make many of them.

They are mainly used as battlefield engineers or consumables for attacking and destroying the enemy's strongest defense lines and fortresses. "

"not much?"

Guilliman looked at the tens of thousands of automated robots that stretched to the end of his field of vision and swallowed.

He heard that Leon only had a few thousand Extinction Robots, which were enough to sweep through a fortress-type planetary position.

The extinction robots in this warehouse now can make up for the gap in combat effectiveness with quantity.

It is estimated to be stronger.

Such siege firepower, coupled with the Savior armored forces and heavy artillery, far exceeds the firepower of the Old Empire's troops.

“In fact, this is our real workhorse.”

Ron raised his hand and pointed to the storage shelves in the other direction, which were hundreds of meters high. On them were even more densely packed mechanical creations, the kind that were enough to trigger trypophobia.

He smiled:
“This is also a war machine made with Iron Man technology.

We named it the Servo Drone. It is smarter than the Servo Skull, has powerful firepower, and can be loaded with a large amount of destructive ammunition to form a swarm-like integrated firepower.

More importantly, it is cheaper. If automated robots are bread, then these things are corpse starch.

We can make as much as we want.”

The servo drone is about one meter in diameter and can carry a large amount of hot melt weapons and artillery. It is flexible and ignores terrain.

Its appearance is a ferocious skull shape, and it becomes even more deterrent when equipped with weapons.

Ron suggested making the servo drone into a streamlined airplane shape, but was opposed by the mechanic on site.

They believed that after being changed like that, it would lose its soul, and it would be inconvenient for the installation of weapons and the operation of the machine soul, which might reduce combat effectiveness.

He had no choice but to agree to this design, after all, the oil guys are professionals.

"More importantly, these servo drones are equipped with special explosives that can cause powerful damage through detonation."

Ron raised his hand and projected a virtual projection image. A dozen servo drones rushed towards Chaos Dreadnought, erupting with molten heat containing golden light.

The Chaos Dreadnought was completely destroyed, leaving only its wreckage.

That was a sabotage ammunition made with the sacred ashes bomb technology, using new materials instead of the bones and blood of the savior himself.

Although its power and range are greatly weakened, its manufacturing cost and difficulty are exponentially reduced, and it can be used in conjunction with weapons such as the melta to cause more damage than ordinary weapons.

"Such killing creatures and firepower will completely change the mode of warfare."

Guilliman was increasingly shocked. This master tactician could imagine the combat effectiveness that would be created when these remotely controlled servo drones formed a cluster.

How much damage will it bring to the Chaos Demon.

That meant that the warriors no longer had to face the Chaos Tide with their flesh and blood, but instead could first defeat it with massive bombings and then reap the harvest.

"Are all the servo drones like this on this transport ship?"

Guilliman looked his savior straight in the eyes, expectant.

If he had this much firepower, he would be confident that he could handle any Chaos army, and could create even more destructive power with precise control.

This kind of firepower... is definitely enough!

However, the next moment, the Ultimate Primarch was disappointed because the Savior shook his head.

Yes, how could it be possible to produce too many of such iron man-made creatures? But a hundred or eighty thousand would be considered pretty good.

He can also use these killing weapons to achieve greater results.

"How is that possible? Who can fight with just one ship?"

Ron shook his head and pointed outside the dome: "Those are all, but unfortunately we couldn't bring in too many due to time constraints."

Guilliman looked in the direction the Savior pointed, and suddenly his scalp went tingling.

More than ten steel behemoths appeared in that airspace at some point, and a Void Whale-class transport ship more than ten kilometers long was just parked there quietly.

The huge and heavy shape gives people a shocking yet reassuring and stable feeling.

"Are those transport ships full of killing weapons?"

Guilliman couldn't believe it. The number of killing weapons was beyond his imagination. His liver was trembling.

However, the savior immediately added: "This is the first batch, there are two more batches to come, and the remaining forging worlds are still in emergency production.

Maybe I won't be able to catch up.

Forget it, take a look for yourself, these are the latest military data sent by the Military Affairs Department. "

hiss~
Guilliman was greatly shocked when he saw the assembled fleets, armies, and firepower data.

He felt a little short of breath and took a deep breath.

The Ultimate Primarch was speechless for a while, and looked at the Savior with some resentment.

With such terrifying firepower, why is this good brother still hesitating about something, causing me to worry for so long.

This firepower can reach the Chaos God's lair, right? !

"Old Ji, we are facing four Chaos Gods. We cannot let our guard down. We must go all out in this battle."

Ron said cautiously: "We must gather more troops to fight this battle well and encircle and annihilate all the Chaos enemies!"

This war must not only be won, but the Chaos God must also be thoroughly inflicted.

I will use new tactics, utilizing massive troops and firepower to fight a war of attrition with the Chaos Gods.

Of course, the number of Chaos Demons is indeed too numerous to count, but there is a cost for them to cross the veil from the Warp to the Milky Way. Killing an evil god means losing a bit of evil energy.

The manufacture of those demon engines and chaos weapons also costs money.

However, their own servo drones and artillery fire are endless, and are still being produced continuously in the rear.

The most important thing is that it is cheap. One servo drone can be exchanged for more than ten chaos demons, or a small servo cluster can be exchanged for a demon engine.

That's bloody profit!
This wave is bound to beat the Chaos Gods until they can't bear it anymore, make them poor and scared, and beat them into a waste!
Ron thought of something and his eyes became more worried.

The army is almost assembled and will soon head to Vostronia.

But such an army and firepower alone cannot guarantee complete victory, because conventional forces and even fleets cannot deal with the unknown and terrifying enemy.

If we can't deal with that guy, no matter how many troops we send in, it will be useless and will only result in huge losses.

Only high-level military force can deal with that guy. The four Primarchs, myself, the Lion, the Khan and Guilliman, should be able to do it together, right?

Their warp nature should be able to balance each other's fel energies.

Fortunately, the special armor he made was about to be completed and was being delivered here along with the casting platform.

It would be the strongest armor in the history of the empire, without a doubt, forged with the cooperation of many great sages and the investment of massive amounts of precious resources.

Even the golden armor, the divine artifact before the Emperor, has to be put behind!
Just as Ron was thinking, the communicator suddenly lit up.

That's emergency communication.

hum~
"Your Majesty the Savior..."

When the flattering face of the Great Sage Black Arms appeared in the virtual projection, Ron felt something was wrong.

He said in a sullen tone: "Don't tell me that's not enough. Even the Emperor can't stand us plucking him like this!"

"Father?"

In the distance, Guilliman, who was admiring the killing weapon with great pleasure, heard something and turned to look over here.

He was a little puzzled.

Ron waved his hand as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, we just asked for his opinion."

After that, he quickly switched the communication to private mode.

He couldn't let Guilliman know that he had sneaked into the Golden Throne and used his father's bones to forge a powerful armor, right? !
(End of this chapter)