Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 640: Savior: To be honest, I am also a cultured person...

After Ron finished speaking, he waited for the Lord of Steel's response.

That was a big decision.

He believed that Perturabo would not abandon the victory that was so close and the technology of the Golden Age of Humanity.

Even the Iron Warriors Legion is not as important as technology in the eyes of the opponent, especially when the competitive spirit is strong.

There is a high probability that the guy would choose to fight against himself, risking losing the Iron Warrior.

“But for me, the risk is not low.

If I lose, not only will there be a huge loss of property, but Perturabo will also obtain many rare technological achievements, which will cause unknown risks. "

Ron thought so.

He had already made up his mind if he was so unlucky that Chaos got the technology of the Dream and the Imperial Emperor.

They can only sacrifice part of their development, invest frantically in research funds and military expenditures, and engage in an arms race.

"The savior is so confident, what exactly is his plan?"

Perturabo stared at the virtual image and hesitated.

His concern was not whether he would lose the Iron Warrior, but whether he could win this victory.

There is a bright data 89.9999% in the auxiliary analysis device in front of him, which is his winning rate.

The winning rate is calculated by combining all known data and excluding any subjective assumptions.

He believed that such cold logical calculations and formulas could not be wrong.

Perturabo stared at the string of winning percentage data with a slightly sinister smile:
"Okay, I accept this condition. If you win, the Iron Warriors Legion will be yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Iron Warriors commanders behind him were stunned.

Although this gene father is usually cold, violent and ruthless, they did not expect that the other party would use their offspring as a bet.

Even if they fall into chaos, such indifference is still sad and a shame.

"My Lord..."

Ahlin's voice rang out in the smoke-filled room, with a hint of worry and confusion.

He was the palest of the Iron Warriors, his skin reflecting the light of the fire slightly.

"Speak your mind, you seem to have a different opinion?"

Perturabo turned his head.

He stared at Ahalin and the company commanders and think tanks behind him with a cold expression.

“We are not commodities, and such high stakes are not a wise choice.

Perhaps we should ask the Savior to change his conditions, otherwise…"

Ahlin urged earnestly with a trembling voice.

This heir has been silently protecting his father and is considered to be his closest advisor and guard.

Only he dared to speak out when the Lord of Steel made an important decision.

If any other being did this, he would probably be met with the wrath of thunder or even death.

"All the decisions I make have the advantage of logical calculations. Are you questioning my decisions?"

Perturabo's face twisted slightly, brewing anger: "I have countless reasons to reply to you, but not now."

"Father!"

Ahalin, the Chaos warrior dressed in hideous Terminator armor, seemed vaguely sad.

He suddenly half-knelt on the ground: "I know the chances of winning this duel are high, but we don't want to take any risk of losing you.

Even that possible risk is infinitely close to zero in terms of computational logic.

What's more, the Iron Warrior is not a commodity, but your son!"

Not only the Pale Son, but also the other Iron Warriors captains and think tanks knelt down.

They knelt on the ground in a loud voice, showing great loyalty.

Even at this time, the Iron Warriors still did not have too much anger or strong dissatisfaction.

I just hope I can persuade my genetic father to change his mind.

"Are you trying to disobey me?
Or do you want to betray the Lord of Steel, betray your master? If so, you can draw your swords now!"

Perturabo's already thin patience was completely exhausted.

He has no patience for these things and would rather invest his time in meaningful things.

For example, spending several months in a secret room studying an ancient technology, or spending a whole week in a collection room full of works of art, simply to appreciate them.

"Unforgivable!"

Perturabo stepped forward and grabbed Ahalin's neck, and his twisted attributes completely exploded.

He didn't expect that his own descendants would dare to disobey him in front of the savior and even force him to abdicate collectively.

More importantly, he knew clearly that all his offspring had an unbearable flaw.

That is, their rational desire for knowledge is mixed with too much emotionality, and even more so with uncontrollable impatience and stubbornness.

These characteristics combined can easily challenge one's authority, and they must be thwarted or even severely hit.

Otherwise, once the seeds of arrogance are planted, the boundaries between themselves and others will become blurred or even disappear.

This can lead to a decline in one's own authority and even open hostility.

The Lord of Steel felt that his offspring were not good enough, even to the point of being very bad.

Loyalty alone is not enough. He hopes that his offspring can be as obedient as a data engine, and can run exactly as instructed.

So he would often give orders to his descendants to fight a war with a very low chance of winning.

Then, through cold orders, the obedience of the legion was strengthened and some unqualified ones were eliminated.

"The only thing you can do is obey me, do you understand?!"

Perturabo lifted Ahalin up and gradually tightened his grip around his neck, suffocating him.

He was reluctant to kill any of his children, as it would be a waste of resources unless they had to die.

"Father...Father..."

Ahlin could clearly hear the sound of bones crackling. Some bones in his neck had been broken and his blood vessels had also been slightly damaged.

If I don't stop this, I will be on the verge of death in a few seconds.

He was very sad, but unfortunately his mutated body no longer had tears.

Before dying, the pale heir used his last bit of strength to nod his head with difficulty.

Expressed his agreement with the decision of Gene Father.

He knew that all this was irreversible and the only thing he could do was to support this outcome, which made him feel deeply heartbroken.

It was a feeling I had never felt before.

Not only Ahalin, other Iron Warriors present also had similar feelings, that is the sadness of being abandoned by the Father of Genes.

Even if that thing hasn't happened yet, this attitude alone can prove a lot.

In the eyes of the Gene-Father, the Iron Warriors are nothing more than commodity resources that can be exchanged at will.

But what else can they do except support? !

For a moment, an atmosphere of sadness filled the area and the Iron Warriors stopped talking.

"Ahalin, I hope you can learn your lesson this time. Perhaps this is the last time I will tolerate you."

Seeing that no genetic offspring refuted him again, Perturabo nodded with satisfaction.

He took a few milliseconds to consider the impact of the death of his offspring before choosing to spare his life.

The Lord of Steel threw Ahalin to the ground and said stiffly: "Your worries are foolish sentimentality. I will win this duel. That is the inevitable result.

The possibility of variables appearing is extremely small.”

After saying that, he turned back to the virtual projection and continued to complete the subsequent process with the Savior:
"I agree to your terms, and now I have to use the witchcraft circle to sign the contract.

The witchcraft contract is the guarantee of our transaction, which can protect the interests of both parties to the greatest extent and ensure that the victor can get his own spoils. "

“That’s a necessary step.”

Seeing that the other party agreed to all the rules and conditions, Ron smiled with satisfaction.

He also needs a contract as a guarantee to avoid defaulting on his debts.

"That guy needs to be sent to the Emperor to be reformed and turn over a new leaf!"

Ron witnessed what Perturabo had just done and pondered in his heart.

The opponent now is more twisted and extreme than before, and will probably treat the Iron Warriors more harshly.

Even cruel.

Those loyal Chaos Warriors were unlucky to follow such a Gene Father.

What's even more bizarre is that those guys had no intention of resisting and chose to obey.

If it were the high-ranking descendants of other primarchs, they would have rebelled long ago, and would have drawn their forty-meter-long swords and severely attacked the Father of Genes.
Because most of those high-ranking descendants are not easy to deal with.

For example, Typhus directly backstabbed his own genetic father, the Great Fluttermoth Mortarion;

The chief fallen angel Luther bombarded the fleet of the Lion Leon and even defeated his own genetic father.

Erebus is even more of a heavyweight. Not only did he lead Lorgar, the Gene-Father, into the trap, he also trapped other Primarchs. He is considered one of the important figures in the Horus Heresy.

From this perspective, although the Iron Warriors have fallen into the Chaos, they are basically first-class honest people, with brains and are very obedient.

"Perturabo has such a good offspring, but he really doesn't know how lucky he is!"

Ron was quite emotional. The twisted person's thinking was indeed very contradictory. He even tortured and tested his own offspring in various ways.

If another original body did this, he would probably have his oxygen tube pulled out by his own genetic descendants.

"It's a bit hard to hold back when you compare it like this...

Even though the Lord of Iron did this, the Iron Warriors did not rebel.

Lion did nothing, but half of the Dark Angels betrayed him. Not only did they blow up their home planet, they almost killed the Lion. No wonder the Dark Angels wanted to block the news and hunt down the fallen angels.

This matter cannot be told to anyone else, it is too shameful, and their genetic father will become a shame to the Primarch.

Bringing to light the glory of the entire Dark Angels."

Ron thought silently.

After such a comparison, the Iron Warriors have the highest loyalty and cost-effectiveness, which is the legion that I hope to get.

We will be so happy once we defeat the Iron Warriors. That's an entire legion. How many years of development and resource investment will it save?
It is also a great help to the various developments of the empire.

More importantly, these guys are smart, understand mechanics, have a large number of dimensional blacksmiths, and can move freely in the subspace and the galaxy.

Then the effect will be even greater.

The reason why Ron dared to say this to Perturabo was because the Iron Warriors were obedient.

Once he wins the duel, the Iron Warrior will most likely obey the orders given by the Father of Genes and accept the command of his savior.

At least the resistance at the beginning won't be so fierce.

Afterwards, under the arrangement of Ron and Perturabo, the preliminary preparations for this special war began.

This may be one of the highest-stakes gambles in the galaxy in thousands of years.

They all sent out high-level think tanks to arrange relevant subspace arrays and fel energy arrays.

The personnel on the Dream were evacuated, driving this precious ship into the edge of the witchcraft storm.

The same was true for other vehicles, such as the Imperial Emperor, which approached the magic circle near the Chaos Rift.

Once the Savior loses the duel, the sorcery array will be activated according to the pre-determined rules, instantly throwing precious vehicles such as the Dream and the Imperial Emperor into the control area of ​​the Iron Warriors in the subspace.

They will become the trophies of the Lord of Steel.

And those Iron Warriors also swore under Perturabo's order that if the Savior won the duel, they would become the opponent's legion.

Pledge allegiance till death.

This is not just a constraint on honor, but also the supervisory influence of the subspace array and the deterrence caused by some kind of mysterious curse.

To ensure a smooth handover of the legion.

"The preparations are almost done. We should also set off for the Lord of Steel's Chaos Factory vehicle."

Ron turned his head to look at Taco and asked again with some concern: "Based on the current data, what is our winning rate."

I'm taking a big gamble this time, so it's not too much to be cautious.

Therefore, the information department is also continuously collecting the latest data and using relevant auxiliary equipment to predict our chances of victory.

As things develop and data is constantly updated, the winning rate also changes dynamically.

He wanted to know the latest odds before he set out.

After receiving the latest winning rate, Taco's face immediately changed: "God bless you, I...our latest winning rate..."

He projected the latest winning rate data through virtual projection.

"Hiss, isn't that the end?!"

After Ron saw our latest winning rate data, he almost had a cardiac arrest. The data was 99.99%, which was very scary!
This is so unlucky. What’s the difference between this and directly announcing that you have lost the duel?
The winning rate data looks very friendly to him, and is close to certain victory, but this is a war in which the Lord of Change himself participates!
From a metaphysical perspective, such data is a naked conspiracy and will inevitably be reversed.

"I'm afraid this is a miscalculation. Ask them to check if they missed any data and calculate it again."

Ron took a deep breath. Even though he was very cowardly and had retained his strength, he could not withstand the death attack from the Lord of Change.

If it weren’t for the Guilliman brothers who set the trap for me before.

He was afraid that he would fall into the trap set by the Chaos Evil God and be pinned to the ground.

He didn't want to see a similar Holy Number of Tzeentch again. It would be best if he could successfully deal with the Lord of Steel and then find the good brother who was beaten.

"Your Majesty the Savior, the Information Analysis Department has received the latest intelligence data.

The Chaos Mechanical Legion of the Lord of Steel also uses the technology of the Extinction Robot, and the strength of a single soldier is stronger than our automated robots!"

Taco reported with a frown on his face, his tone thick with worry.

They underestimated the technical prowess of the Lord of Steel, which put them in greater danger of failure.

"New intelligence data, this...is good news amidst the bad news?"

Ron was a little numb.

This information is bad, but it is good because it can change the original winning rate data.

In other words, the intelligence is bad news, but it is somewhat unlikely that the intelligence is bad news.

Not long after, Ron saw the latest winning rate data - 69.13%, which was considered very bad data in the Savior Territory and extremely risky.

He sighed: "That's it, at least it's better than the previous one. Some risks cannot be avoided, so we have to take them!"

The main thing is that the risk this time is on resources and property, not on life. As a savior, I am least afraid of spending a lot of money.

If the Dream and the Emperor are really lost, the worst that can happen is that you have to work harder and go to the subspace to see if you can get new ones.

"The Chaos traitors' side is very dangerous. I'm afraid they will set traps. You'd better bring more guards."

Seeing that the Savior only brought ten Guards of the Custodian, Takko prepared to head to the Lord of Steel's factory fortress.

He was a little worried.

Ron shook his head and rejected his deputy's proposal:

“These are enough people.

Too much will arouse the other party's vigilance or hostility, leading to unexpected situations.

The Lord of Steel would not set a trap, at least not in this case."

Perturabo is the ultimate twisted and tsundere person.

Not only will he not set traps until he wins the duel or the duel ends, he will try to remove obstacles and defeat himself fairly.

What's more, ever since he was ambushed by Fulgrim's trap and had a large amount of his essence sucked away by the Maogeta Stone.

They even disdain to use traps to deceive people, and instead use powerful machinery and firepower to cover the attack.

In short, your own safety can be guaranteed.

If there is any accident, the worst that can happen is that I can put up my own exclusive armor - the Armor of Redemption, and then fight my way out.

……

Rumbling--

In front of the Imperial Emperor, a frenzied tide of chaotic machinery surged. The Lord of Steel followed the agreement and released his own mechanical army.

Those are the most elite war machines that utilize the technology of the Extinction Robots, called Dark Robots!
On this side, the Storm Army also released the same number of automated mecha regiments.

The two mechanical waves suddenly collided with each other, erupting with terrible destructive power, and the surface was continuously destroyed.

This is the first match between the two sides, a showdown about machines, which will not end until one side is completely destroyed.

Inside the Revitalized Chaos Factory, the second showdown of force was taking place, with the Imperial Guards facing off against a large number of high-level Iron Warriors, and in the center was the dueling arena.

There, the two Primarchs were fighting fiercely, their figures intertwined at such a speed that only afterimages were left.

Even the Imperial Guards and high-level Iron Warriors had to work hard to capture the remaining images and understand what happened in the duel arena.

That was not a duel they could participate in.

Suddenly, both Primarchs stopped.

Ron put down his rapier and shook his head in frustration: "Lord of Steel, your strategy was successful. I lost..."

He readily admitted defeat in the duel of force and bowed slightly in ancient sword etiquette.

Very elegant.

“That’s the inevitable outcome.”

Perturabo bowed back and sneered, "Your swordsmanship is terrible."

In the duel of force, he chose the best solution and fought with pure swordsmanship.

The competition is about skills.

This would minimize the Savior's military advantage, as he knew that the other party preferred to fight by crushing with powerful force.

On the contrary, they are weak in skills.

The savior has learned swordsmanship for too short a time, so it is difficult for him to defeat those beings who have lived for ten thousand years.

Perturabo slowed down and added: “Unfortunately, you just met me.

If I encounter other beings, this swordsmanship is enough to defeat them, which is pretty good."

Even as he mocked, he still praised the savior's swordsmanship, which was a rare occurrence.

"Lord of Steel, perhaps I could ask you to teach me a few moves."

Ron responded.

He chatted with Perturabo about swordsmanship, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, without any hostility.

The Imperial Guards and Iron Warriors were a little confused as they watched the two Primarchs talking.

Aren’t you going to fight? Why are you chatting now?
Ron had unknowingly gained the favor of the Lord of Steel. One had to be sincere when dealing with a stubborn person.

Of course, the prerequisite is to have strength.

That guy is like an isolated, friendless bastard, who actually longs for a friend deep down.

Otherwise, he would not have been deceived by Fugen who was showing goodwill to him.

"It's time for our third match. I'll choose the direction of the match."

Ron said as he ended the discussion about swordplay.

In the duel of force, Perturabo selected the events, but now the duel of knowledge will be conducted by myself.

He smiled: "To be honest, I am also a cultured person..."

No matter how sincere he was, he still had to win the special war and wipe out the Iron Warriors Legion.

This time, let the Lord of Steel know what a true cultural person and artist is!

(End of this chapter)