Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 605: Savior: Which little genius asked me to carry the golden throne and the emperor's bones to fight? !

"The Armor of Redemption is a huge investment, it must be forged in time..."

Ron looked at the virtual projection communication and thought nervously.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The Emperor's evil transformation became even worse and he could no longer use his power easily.

Otherwise, the Golden Throne might have been shattered due to the intense battle.

The golden toilet is one of the most important lines of defense in the galaxy.

If it did collapse, shit would splash all over everyone, even the Chaos Gods.

Unless the survival of the Imperium is at stake, the Emperor will not risk his power to personally participate in the galactic struggle.

However, without the help of the Emperor, it would be difficult for the Empire to contend with the power of the Chaos Gods, greatly reducing their chances of winning.

Given this situation, Ron chose a compromise strategy.

That is to absorb the power of the Holy Sun to strengthen one's own subspace essence, the little sun, and then project it into the real world through the little sun, using the Emperor as a power bank.

This way, he would not be easily pinned to the ground by the evil energy projected by the Chaos Gods.

However, it is not an easy task to borrow the power of the sacred sun and then project it into the real world. In addition to one's own little sun, an additional medium is required.

That's why Ron created the Armor of Redemption equipped with a warp extraction engine, and even used the Emperor's ashes as casting material.

Of course, this matter has been approved by the emperor. Since he did not object, it means he has tacitly agreed.

However, this matter is too blasphemous and heretical for the empire, so it is not easy to make a big fuss about it. It is better to do it quietly.

"We can't pull it anymore, otherwise the imperial guards won't be able to bear it..."

Ron sighed.

The mechanical sages who were responsible for obtaining the materials shaved the old Emperor thin and took away many of his ribs and other tissues.

The Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards and the throne guards who saw this scene almost fainted from tears.

Only in this way did we get the sacred bones weighing over 40 kilograms.

If they continue to take away, the emperor's bones will become unrecognizable. This is truly a great act of filial piety.

What's the difference between that and carrying the emperor out to block the cannon? !

Ron thought of something and seemed to have made up his mind: "But for the sake of humanity and the empire, I have to inconvenience you."

If the sacred bone powder material is not enough, just get more at one time, and then make a mold to disguise it.

In this way, when the Primarchs and high-level beings go to the Golden Throne for an audience, they won't look so shabby, and can be slightly beautified with more light.

Anyway, with the Emperor's immortal physique, as long as some tissues are left behind, if there is a chance of resurrection in the future, he will most likely be able to recover.

In fact, even if one's own body is only missing limbs, it can slowly recover over time.

As long as high temperature plasma and hot melt are not used, there will be no big problem.

Seeing that the savior looked unhappy, the great black weapon sage Kaul quickly said:
"Goddess of Machinery, I have enough sacred bone powder, but there is a 9.8% gap in black stone. Otherwise, the appearance of the Armor of Redemption will not be strong enough and will not meet your aesthetic requirements."

"So you're short of black stones. That's fine. Just find some and take some away. Just don't touch the black stones in the core hub."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

As long as there is no shortage of sacred bone meal, it will be fine. Many facilities and buildings in the territory now have black stone as material, so it won't be a problem to get some temporarily.

And according to Kawl, the Armor of Redemption should be usable, but the outer armor needs to be decorated.

After all, as the exclusive armor of the emperor of the empire, it cannot be too shabby, as it will affect his own dignity and the morale of the soldiers.

"Wait a minute, what the hell is that?!"

As the Black Armored Sage moved, Ron looked up and caught a glimpse of the decoration on the chest of the Armor of Redemption on his head, and he felt a little numb.

Kaul followed the savior's gaze and said devoutly:

"Goddess of Machinery, that is our most proud relic decoration. It will surely give the enemy endless deterrence on the battlefield!"

"I know it's a decoration, but it's too much for you to replicate such a relic decoration..."

Ron frowned, not knowing how to describe such an amazing decoration.

The thick armor on the chest of the Armor of Redemption was dented, forming a ferocious golden mechanical device, and in the middle was an extremely intimidating figure.

An almost one-to-one replica of the Golden Throne and the Emperor’s Bones?
The oversized relic decoration might even be mixed with real emperor's bones, making it so real that it could be mistaken for the real thing.

The emperor's domineering sitting posture and the arrogant eyes projected from the empty eye sockets in his skull seemed as if he was overlooking all the lives in front of him.

This deterrent effect is indeed strong enough!

"Tell me, which little genius came up with this idea?"

Ron asked somewhat helplessly.

The Empire has a tradition of attaching corpses to armor and shields as holy relics, but that was the Emperor after all, and this would be too disrespectful to him.

This approach is quite powerful and effective.

But isn't this harming yourself? Especially when you meet the emperor's tyrant personality in the future, won't you be severely punished? !

"Your Majesty, the Savior, this is the optimal design that our Mechanical Goddess has calculated to achieve the ultimate shock."

Kaul straightened his chest and said with pride.

"Um……"

Ron held his chin with his hand, and his expression became much better. "So it was the design of the Mechanical Goddess. Not bad, not bad. Let's do it this way. Let's try to make it more powerful."

It might be troublesome for other people to do this, but if my little cotton-padded jacket, the mechanical goddess Xiao Ling, does it, there will be no problem at all.

Who says Xiao Ling is the emperor's favorite? I guess the emperor won't be angry unless she directly demolishes the golden throne.

Now with Xiao Ling as an excuse, Ron, the unscrupulous father, became much bolder and let the oil guys do their job.

The more real and fierce the better.

This time, he really had to carry the Golden Throne and the Emperor's dead bones to the battlefield.

With such a powerful relic decoration, wouldn't those Chaos Demons be scared to death on the battlefield? !

Moreover, the conductivity of the divine power will be better, and more evil and abominations can be dealt with. I believe the Emperor will be pleased, right?
After all, it was he who indirectly killed the enemy.

Maybe you can even use this relic decoration to watch the battle from a closer distance.

After Ron learned the details, he instructed with satisfaction: "Hurry up and prepare the Armor of Redemption. Make sure it is delivered to the Vostronia war zone within ten Terra days."

He couldn't wait to equip himself with this awesome equipment.

"Brother, what is that?"

At some point, Guilliman came over and asked curiously.

Although he was unable to hear the communication conversation, he saw a black mechanical creature on the virtual projection.

"The secret weapon, you'll know when the time comes."

Ron hung up the phone nonchalantly and put on an ambiguous smile.

Exposing this secret weapon now will only cause unnecessary wrangling and trouble, so let's wait until we are on the battlefield.

Seeing that his good brother was still unwilling to reveal anything, Guilliman did not ask any more questions, but his mood improved a lot.

The more weapons the Savior prepares, the greater the chance of winning the war, and it can also reduce the casualties of the soldiers.

It is undoubtedly a good thing.

At this time, space fluctuations occurred in the airspace outside the dome of the warehouse area, and continuous warships crashed out of the subspace and appeared in the real galaxy.

It was a huge fleet.

"Khan has arrived too. We should discuss the specific battle plan."

Ron spotted the White Scars Legion's flagship, the New Bladestorm, in the distance at a glance.

During the Horus Heresy, the White Scars flagship, the Bladestorm, was used as a trap to lure out the corrupted Primarch Mortarion, causing it to self-destruct by overloading its engines.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, the Bladestorm's void shield was destroyed, and Mortarion took the opportunity to escape.

For a long time afterwards, the White Scars were without their own flagship.

Today, this new flagship, a Queen of Glory-class battleship, was given to the White Scars by their new adoptive father, the Primarch of Hope, the Savior.

Ron actually didn't want to give it away, but he couldn't resist the eager looks of his adopted sons, so he waved his hand and gave it away.

Anyway, after rounding it off, he is our own child and the meat has been rotten in the pot.

Such magnanimous behavior made the White Scars respect and love the Savior even more.

Even the Khan himself almost called his good brother his godfather.

Guilliman gazed upon the White Scars' new flagship in silence.

He was secretly envious because none of his good brothers had given him such an expensive gift.

The Ultimate Primarch does not care about a Glorious Queen-class battleship, but the brotherhood it represents.

Obviously, the brotherhood between him and the Savior should be deeper. But what he didn't know was that it represented the relationship between father and son.

"What are you looking at, Lao Ji? We should go to the war meeting room."

Ron came over and patted his good brother on the shoulder casually, then walked out of the warehouse area.

Afterwards, Guilliman withdrew his gaze and turned away.

……

Dream.

Small combat meeting room.

A star map of the Vostronia Pan-Stellar region was projected in the air. It was almost completely red, with a dark red scar visible in the middle.

That means the enemy is already spread all over the sector.

This caused the civilized world to fall into a terrible disaster of destructive level.

“This is the battle situation we are facing. The Chaos Rift spans the entire star region and covers almost all civilized planets.

Those planets formed an extremely terrifying chaos formation.

If we cannot recapture those planets and destroy the array, the rift will continue to expand and spread to more areas of the Hazy Star Region.

And our ancient sacred artifacts will be completely destroyed!"

Ron looked at the star map in the air with a serious expression.

That Chaos Rift is equivalent to a super-large-scale portal that can continuously deliver the Chaos army.

It must be contained as much as possible.

He waved his hand to zoom in on the star map, pointing to a dark red circle in the outer area of ​​Vostronia:

“Now the power of the Chaos Gods has completely eroded the outer area and is constantly approaching inwards, and the Chaos Rift has also reached the final fission moment.

It will soon become a channel for the evil god to transmit evil energy. We must block and destroy the magic circle before the rift is completely completed. "

"Can Leon hold on? Isn't the world outside Vostronia going to end?!"

Khan asked worriedly, looking at the star map.

Judging from the situation on the star map, Vostronia's army can't even stop the vanguard of the Chaos army. I'm afraid they are doomed.

If even the lion died under the siege of Chaos abominations, it would be a huge loss to the empire.

"The Imperium cannot afford to lose another Primarch."

Guilliman sighed.

Whether from a personal perspective or from the perspective of imperial interests, he hoped that the lion could survive.

But humans are no better than demons, not to mention this is in the real galaxy.

Even a Primarch cannot withstand the endless tide of Chaos and will eventually run out of strength.

"Leon will be fine for now."

Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the two Primarch brothers, Ron added:
“I have sent a special vanguard force to Vostronia, which should be able to create chaos and temporarily hold off the Chaos army.

But after a while, it is hard to say, the number of Chaos troops is growing rapidly, and it is a huge number that has never been seen before."

He marked out the armies in some areas, which surprised the two Primarchs:

"The Dread Legion, the Green Orcs, the Tyranid Fleet, the Dark Eldar, and the Necrons, how did these guys get to Vostroya? Are they our vanguard army?!"

"Technically, those aren't our troops, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

Ron met the gaze of his primarch brothers and shook his head.

Those were indeed not their own army, at least not all of them. At least half of them were enemies of humanity.

The Legion of Terror was sent there on their own initiative.

Those fear warriors who believe in their dark side alias Diablo love nothing more than fighting, killing, and creating fear.

Even if he didn't give the order, those guys would run over to join in the fun, like the passionate version of Khorne warriors.

Wherever there is war, they can be seen, and they are even willing to pay money to fight and kill heretics and aliens.

As for the green-skin orcs, in addition to the Steel Fang Greenskin Empire under their control, there are two or three other green-skin empire forces.

As for why they were there, it was because their own Steel Teeth Empire had challenged them to a fight, a very Waaagh war to determine who was stronger among Luo Ge, Gao Ge, and Mao Ge.

The location is set in the Vostronia Pan-Star region. When these guys go there, they will naturally collide with the Chaos Demons and then start fighting.

As for the Tyranid fleet, the wreckage of the Chicken and Leviathan fleets that they sent over formed a special psychic beacon, which attracted the Hydra Hive Fleet branch next door.

That special branch of the Zerg Hive Fleet not only has an extremely high troop explosion speed, but also consumes the wreckage of other Zerg Hive Fleets to grow.

The Leviathan Hive Fleet that was once defeated by humans is naturally a delicious legacy in their eyes.

So the Hydra Hive Fleet quickly warped to the Vostroya Pan-Stellar region, and when they finished their superluminal voyage, they would be surprised to find themselves falling into the Chaos Nest.

Due to the interference of the cracks, no new coordinates can be obtained.

And in order to devour the debris on the planet, the Hydra Hive Fleet branch will inevitably confront the Chaos Demons.

The Dark Eldar, descendants of the former galactic overlords, traveled to Vostroya primarily to obtain Tyranid eggs and specimens.

This is to cultivate stronger Tyranid combat units.

They are now playing "Pokemon" and training arena pets almost to the point of madness. Some of the deeply addicted ones even gave up soul potions for a time.

These Dark Eldar are even more powerful than before, and should be able to hold off the Chaos armies on some fringe planets.

Ron himself was a little surprised by the last Necron.

Because he had made no arrangements for this, nor did he have the ability to mobilize these galactic overlords who had fought with the ancient saints.

It is estimated that there are tomb worlds of the Necrons on certain planets in the Vostroian Pan-Stellar region, which were disturbed by the rift and revived, thus participating in this early melee.

This is normal in the galaxy and not something strange.

After all, they were a race that once occupied the galaxy. The tomb world of the Necrons was like a cockroach nest, and you never knew where one might pop up.

Then a large number of Necrons crawled out and ran around everywhere.

"Unfortunately, these alien and heretic armies are not numerous enough to stop the combined forces sent by the Chaos Gods, or even hold them off for long."

Ron felt quite sorry.

The most these alien and heretic armies can do is temporarily block the offensive of the Chaos United Army.

Once the main force of the Chaos United Army arrives, these scattered alien and heretic armies will no longer be enough.

If he wanted to win, he had to rely on the army assembled by the empire.

Drown these Chaos abominations with an endless torrent of steel!

As for the Chaos gangs that were gathering from the periphery, he selectively ignored them.

In the face of such a large army, those guys didn't pose much of a threat.

Ron marked more than a dozen routes on the star map, covering the entire Vostronia Pan-Star region:
“Three days later, the Empire’s assembled army will warp together to the outskirts of Vostroya, then form a siege and advance toward the center.

As for you, stay with me on the Dream.

We will form a strike force, work together to break into the heart of Chaos, and be ready to face the unknown and terrifying enemy at any time."

The assault force that Ron mentioned is composed of the First Fleet of Redemption, which has a large number of warships and combat troops.

It consists of three Primarchs, three thousand Custodes, one hundred thousand Space Marines, one million individual combat armored units, as well as Titans and Knight clusters.

It also has several Void Whale-class transport ships with remote automated mechas and servo drones.

This assault force is independent of the Imperial Army. Under the leadership of the Imperial Emperor and Primarch of Hope, the Savior, it will use infiltration and roundabout tactics within the encirclement to reach the core of the enemy.

A devastating blow to the heart of the Chaos Combine's forces.

"The army we have assembled will arrive soon, and then we can set off."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, more fluctuations began to appear in the air outside.

He waved his hand to extinguish the star map in the air and opened the dome of the combat conference room, allowing the light from the three stars of the galaxy to shine in.

Somewhat glaring.

Whoosh whoosh—

Dense flashes erupted in the boundless starry sky, and fleet after fleet crashed out of the subspace and arrived in this airspace.

The fleets gathered around the Dream and stretched to the end of the sight, seemingly endless.

Gradually, the light in this combat conference room became dim, or more precisely, the entire galaxy became darker.

The light emitted by the ship replaced the originally twinkling stars...

(End of this chapter)