Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 627: Savior: War Begins, the Biggest Internet Chat Scam in the 40K Era
"From the moment that guy secretly logged into the mechanical forum, I knew he had never given up his original ideals and beliefs."

Ron pulled up Perturabo's account data on the data pad.

That was a disguised account of a heretic technical priest, with a dull avatar and not many technical achievements.

From the attention and browsing records, it can be seen that the other party likes to pay attention to some useless or non-war mechanical technologies.

Some of the mechanical technologies can even be described as ridiculous, and are simply created by mechanics just for fun.

But it was these technical ideas with creative ideas and collision of thoughts that activated the originally dull and conservative research atmosphere of the empire.

It has also spawned many technological upgrades or the prototypes of new technologies.

This is also the reason why Ron allowed the Savior Territory to freely research related technologies under the supervision of the Mechanical Goddess.

Because the collision of various technological ideas and paths can promote the advancement of science and technology.

The technology that seemed ridiculous before is even used in practice.

For example, installing a power backpack on the Titan. This joke-like research gave birth to a large turbine power device that can drive the Titan to take off.

Although after practice, it was proved that the thing did not have much practical use except for looking cool.

There are too few applicable war scenes, which is a bit of a waste of resources.

After all, the Titans are deployed in advance, so there is no need to fly around randomly, which is slow and easy to be shot down.

If you really need to transfer, wouldn't it be better to just teleport directly?
But that technology was later applied to transport equipment, greatly increasing its carrying capacity.

Greatly increased the efficiency of wartime logistics transportation.

"Perhaps it was this kind of technical research atmosphere that attracted that guy."

As Ron spoke, he lowered his head to reply to the post: “He is eager to participate in such research, but he remains silent, dares not take this step, and even deliberately goes in the opposite direction.

Just like during the Great Crusade, he, who obviously didn't like war, led the Fourth Legion to become the army that loved attacking strongholds the most."

Perturabo is kind-hearted at heart, but his twisted personality means he is destined to live a hard life.

When the Primarchs gathered, he carefully prepared gifts for everyone, but in the end he didn't give them away.

He clearly wanted to maintain relationships with his primarch brothers, but in the end he became a loner.

Guilliman looked at the Savior's expression and realized one thing:
"Brother, you want to save Perturabo and his Fourth Legion?"

"Yes. They are numerous and possess a great deal of knowledge, whether it is about machinery or chaos. The Empire needs these talents."

Ron nodded and expressed his thoughts: "If the Empire wants to completely stop the invasion of Chaos in the future, it will need to build a large number of technological fortifications in the subspace.

The Iron Warriors are well suited to this task."

The IV Legion is one of the largest and most heavily deployed legions in the Imperium, second perhaps only to the Ultramarines.

“With all due respect, I don’t think this is a good thing.

Aside from my father, that guy has never been close to us, and he doesn't have much affection for the Empire, and he fights only to follow orders."

Guilliman frowned slightly: "That guy has a very twisted personality.

Now that he has joined Chaos, it is even more impossible for him to be persuaded by us, and there will be unexpected risks. "

The Ultimate Primarch was somewhat resistant to Perturabo's return and did not have much trust in him.

The Primarchs didn't like the Lord of Steel very much, and they were collectively isolated.

Or rather, it was that being who isolated itself from the Primarch.

"I think the probability of his return is higher than that of any other fallen primarch."

Ron said confidently.

Perturabo had resisted becoming a Daemon Prince, and later did little to serve the Chaos God.

Even the Iron Warriors under his command hated mutated limbs and would often cut them off and replace them with mechanical prostheses.

They are the group that is less affected by Chaos in the rebel army, and the chances of recovery are greatly increased.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Guilliman knew that his savior brother would not change his mind, so he asked.

"Of course, it's using emotions, brotherhood, and the trust and love between people..."

Ron spoke in a gentle voice, as if he was a good person:
"The most important thing is that he still has unextinguished ideals. Perhaps we will have to let the Emperor participate in this plan later."

If Petulage still has ideals, it means that the other party has weaknesses.

And his character is also a very good entry point.

Because the more twisted and lonely a person is, the more he will try his best to give everything if you are nice to him.

At the beginning, the Emperor only used his father's identity and the little attention he received to make this war-hating Primarch suffer the most severe blows and take on the most difficult wars.

The Iron Warriors' personalities were also influenced by their Gene Father.

These soldiers, who were knowledgeable and good at building war machines and fortifications, became extremely twisted and were willing to obey orders no matter how they were abused.

If they had shown a little concern, they would not have fallen into the situation of rebellion.

Ron couldn't figure out what kind of operation could make all these soldiers rebel.

Of course, he is not the Cricket Emperor. It can only be said that he was too confident back then.

Maybe this is a common problem among strong people, they feel they can do anything.

After all, the Emperor was an existence that had deceived even the Chaos Gods so severely that it had cast shadows on them.

How could you feel that you can't control the original body and its children?

When the Primarchs rebelled, the Emperor's first thought was probably "Impossible, absolutely impossible", followed by deep doubt, shock and loss.

“I have a pretty good relationship with Perturabo on the Mechanical Forum, and we can be considered as online brothers.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn’t know my identity.”

As Ron spoke, he lowered his head to copy and paste the technical ideas sent by the consulting team, and then replied to the Lord of Steel on the post.

Anyway, both of them were chatting behind a pseudonym. The other person's pseudonym was Black Oil Man, and he himself was also a technical heretic.

Ron's character is a high-level mechanic who is a technical heretic who specializes in civilian technology and is often ostracized.

And I like ancient art.

However, he used this identity to discuss many ideas for civilian technology with Perturabo in the Mechanical Forum.

Enjoyed talking.

Of course, the main reason why he can chat with this technical expert is that he has the support of an entire team of high-level oil consultants behind him.

More importantly, his memories of technology views and ideas are much more open than most of the mechanics in the galaxy.

Only in this way can we output ideas that will attract the Lord of Steel.

Now he and the Lord of Steel are chatting about the topic of the Ancient Terra toaster, which is just a casual chat during technical exchanges.

Ancient art is also involved.

For example, Beethoven's music and the paintings of ancient artists such as Van Gogh were roughly equivalent to talking about the art of prehistoric humans in the Empire.

But the Empire was obsessed with these things, even to the point of being sacred, and they believed that they were ancient legacies from the glorious period of human art.

When Ron discovered that the Empire liked these 2K arts very much, he was very surprised. Perhaps art is eternal.

Just like people of his time would pursue and appreciate bronze ware, and it would be even more amazing if they could collect it.

"What a profound knowledge..."

Not only Guilliman, but even the other Primarchs were quite moved when they saw this scene.

Knowledge of such ancient art is usually only mastered by the highest-ranking and most respected ancient Terran scholars in the empire.

The imperial nobles and high-ranking beings all love these ancient arts, and any relics from that era are priceless treasures.

Those who know how to appreciate the existence of art will be admired by others, even by the primarchs.

They vaguely felt that this savior brother was as knowledgeable as the emperor, their father.

The Emperor was able to conquer the warlords and nobles of the galaxy not only because of his military force, but also because of his charm and profound knowledge.

Only then did people believe that he was the unique ruler who could lead mankind to prosperity.

Of course, for those scholars who studied the history of Ancient Terra, acquiring this knowledge often took a lifetime to obtain some truth from various relic fragments.

You also have to look for clues in ruins everywhere and even in the ruins of the subspace.

But for Ron, all the art and philosophy knowledge of ancient Terra in his memory were new.

He himself is a person from that era.

At that time, Dugu Terra had not yet experienced the destruction of civilization, and many artistic heritages had not been scattered across the galaxy as people went into space.

For the empire in the Dark Ages, these artistic heritages of ancient Terra are proof of humanity's former glory.

Only an era as peaceful as Ancient Terra, unpolluted by abominable machinery, could create such pure art that reaches the soul.

Hey~
Ron had just finished replying to Perturabo's post when the Lord of Steel responded quickly.

The tone was very happy.

As there was no reply for a long time, the Lord of Steel even worried that something might have happened to his forum netizen.

Mechanical Ambition: "Goddess of Machinery, you finally responded. I thought something happened to you."

Ron has been busy with the Redemption Expedition for some time and has basically not responded to the other party.

But in the eyes of this Fallen Primarch, something happened to that forum user.

In his opinion, technological heretics in the Empire are extremely dangerous and may be found and tried by the Mechanicus or the Inquisition at any time.

Although these technological heretics can communicate through the mechanical forum, it does not mean that the Empire will completely let them go free.

If their data hiding systems fail, they could expose their location.

Simply put, they are using fake IDs to illegally access the Internet and communicate secretly.

Since the psychic network covers such a wide area, this is a difficult problem to deal with, and the only way is to conduct purification operations regularly to clean up accounts that are too heretical.

But they must abide by the rules of the Mechanical Forum and not illegally upload sensitive information such as chaos technology and heresy, which would trigger sensitive words and warning systems in the psychic network.

It won’t be banned or anyone will be arrested.

For the Empire, these black oil guys leave traces on the psychic network, which makes it easier to monitor and capture them. It's better than them sneaking around and hiding somewhere unknown.

"Perturabo is really short of friends. Even netizens care about him so much."

Ron felt a little touched when he saw the other party's concern.

This guy replied so quickly that it was obvious that he had been waiting for a reply from me, because I was the only forum friend in his follow list.

He almost wanted to say that I was organizing an army to beat up the Iron Warriors and other Chaos heretics.

Of course, that's just a thought, and one's own personality cannot be ruined.

Toaster Fan: "How in the name of the Mechanical Goddess could those idiots catch me?

I've been a bit busy lately, researching new toasters and ** engines, and I accidentally found some ancient Terran art."

He had just sent a reply when the other party sent new content.

Mechanical Ambition: "If you need any help, just tell me.

I have some connections with the big guys like the Steelers, and can ask them to help deal with some threats.

You'd better not go to the relevant areas of Vostroya during this period. It has become a terrible vortex with too many imperial troops."

It was surprising how concerned Perturabo was of his fallen brother, even to tell him such news.

It makes people feel warm.

Ron even thought that he could pretend to catch his own alias and threaten the Lord of Steel with the alias's life.

Or lure him into a trap.

But doing so would be a bit too despicable. After all, my goal is to bring the other party into the group, not to create more hatred.

Afterwards, he uploaded some pictures using a fake account.

Toaster fan: "Oh my Goddess, look at this art, it's so fascinating."

Those were fragments of paintings stored in a stasis field, one of which vaguely showed the Madonna holding a baby.

He was sure Perturabo could tell what it was.

Sure enough, the Lord of Steel was silent for a while and then replied.

Mechanical Ambition: "My friend, you found some great ancient Terran art. It's Leonardo da Vinci. Damn, I'm so glad you shared it!!!"

Perturabo was very fond of the relics of the works of Leonardo da Vinci, the ancient artist.

He had spent a long time searching for the ancient artist's artistic legacy in the ruins of ancient Terra and across the galaxy.

Unfortunately, I have not found anything so far, and it is a great fortune to find a replica.

Currently, the only authentic work left by the ancient artist is stored in a safe place under the palace, protected by several layers of stasis fields.

But the painting had become so rusty that it was almost indistinguishable that one could vaguely see a smiling woman.

That was the Emperor's collection, and even Perturabo only had the chance to take a look at it.

It was the Lord of Steel who made the request after a great victory. He didn't even dare to ask the Emperor for the painting.

These fragments of Ron's relics are more complete than those of the Emperor himself.

It was found by the Oil Man Archaeological Team of the Savior Territory from the subspace ruins marked by the Sun of Hope.

And to make it more appealing, he even forged a more complete painting from memory, mixing real and fake.

It is then thrown into the turbulence of the subspace and coated with it. With the interference of the subspace energy, it is so real that it is difficult to distinguish the fake using technology.

But in any case, this thing should be the most complete Leonardo da Vinci work in the history of the empire.

The kind that even the collector, the Necron Overlord Trazyn, wants to collect.

But the main reason I do all this is to improve Perturabo's favorability.

Toaster fan: “I also like this great relic of art, but I believe you, my friend, deserve it more.

You are my only technical friend.

If I have the chance, I will hand it over to you personally. Such a work of art should be left in the hands of people who know how to appreciate it."

Ron's reply caused Perturabo to fall into a longer silence.

It took a while to reply.

Mechanical Ambition: “Yeah.”

After that, he didn't say anything and went offline.

When Ron saw this reply, he knew that the guy's twisted soul had erupted again.

Ron did not reply further. Their communication using pseudonyms was intermittent to begin with.

Judging from his character, it is impossible for the heretic oil man to have so many emotions.

He believed he could deal with the fallen brother.

Because not only did he prepare artistic relics that the other party liked more, but he also planned a path for him to realize his dream.

"Brother, I'm afraid we're in trouble!"

At this time, Leon came over with a worried look on his face, his tone somewhat anxious.

"what?"

Ron followed the lion's gaze and looked outside, feeling a little numb.

"Hiss~ What the hell is that?!"

He closed the datapad and stepped out onto the terrace of the Robofortress so he could get a better view.

At this time, Guilliman, Khan and others were already on the terrace.

On the distant planet, there appeared many inverted palaces, gardens filled with poisonous gas, land made up of human bodies, and mountains of skulls.

Those don't seem to be phantoms, but are actually connected to this area!

These are not chaos cracks, but bridges that directly connect to the subspace, and the phantoms have become materialized!
Ron finally understood the horror of the Chaos Array of the Lord of Change. The array covering the stars could completely pull the relevant areas into the subspace.

And it is deeper than the Eye of Terror.

Now, the terrible whispers and screams have become concrete, and the demons are intimidating and mocking at will.

It's as if the planet is being treated as a meal.

"The Emperor..."

Lazarus and other dark side warriors as well as the imperial defenders all began to tremble involuntarily.

Where have they ever seen such a scene?!

In this case, the Imperial Army's front line is not just this planet, but also includes more overlapping subspace areas.

The area of ​​the front that needs to be dealt with is terrifyingly large.

Ron also thought of this and got goosebumps.

This also means that they have to face an incalculable number of Chaos Daemons, perhaps the largest Chaos attack in the history of the Empire.

He and his other Primarch brothers will face unimaginable dangers.

Unless they are willing to evacuate and abandon the planet, but then they will not be able to stop the Chaos Circle.

dilemma!

"No wonder Fugen was so arrogant before, it turns out he was holding back a big one..."

Ron said, frowning.

"I'm afraid our current army cannot resist an attack of this scale. We have too few people."

Leon sighed deeply.

Judging from the fleet in the air and the number of Space Marines landing on the surface, the Empire's army is far from enough.

Even if there is support from behind, how many people can come?

"Who says we don't have enough people?"

Ron shook his head.

"The ones who just arrived are only my guards, the real imperial troops are still on the way.

I assembled more fleets not long ago, but there is just a temporary traffic jam."

Because too many imperial fleets arrived, the route hub was congested, but fortunately it was not completely blocked.

The problem is not big.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky fell into darkness and the airspace shook violently.

One after another, a large number of imperial fleets arrived and surrounded the planet Castlid.

Those steel behemoths in space wrapped around the planet layer by layer, preventing even the light from the stars from shining in.

Afterwards, the lights of the ships shone down, lighting up the planet, and countless burning meteorites fell.

Those are a lot of troop transports.

"Brothers, the war is already raging.

It's time to show the Chaos abominations... the iron torrent of us humans!"

Ron patted the somewhat confused lion, as if he was taking an oath.

Rumbling--

???

Before Leon could react, he felt a violent vibration and almost lost his balance.

The mechanical fortress trembled violently, followed by an upward force.

This mechanical fortress is moving!

His field of vision was rising rapidly, reaching a height of over a hundred meters, and it was still rising...

(End of this chapter)